Once Upon A Halloween 

by Sculder

                                                                                                  





Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder, Skinner, Scully and
Kimberly belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. I don't own
these guys, I just like manipulating them. No infringement is
intended and I'm not making money from them.

Warning: This is a Discipline/Slash story, rated NC-17 for
discipline and consensual sexual activity between two men. If
you're under 18 or are offended by such things, move along
quietly.

Author's Note: Halloween is on a Sunday, in the year 1999. The
author has taken liberties to change that day to a week day, to
suit the actions in the story. Also, this is an un-beta'd story,
so please be patient with any mistakes.

Feedback is encouraged at Sculder42X@aol.com or The
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SUMMARY: Mulder is side tracked on his                             
way home from work and Skinner's not happy. 





J. Edgar Hoover Building 
Office of the AD 
Oct. 31 - Halloween
2:30 PM

AD Skinner called Agents Mulder and Scully into his office, for a
quick briefing of a new case that was called to his attention. It
was something that Mulder would find interesting. For the past
three weeks, graves were being robbed from the local cemetery, in
Virginia. The robbers didn't take precious jewels from the
corpses, they took body parts. The bodies were found with their
heads, hands and feet severed. It started at the beginning of
October, one or two graves per week.

After Agent Mulder was given the details of the case, he was
eager for himself and his partner to get right on it. To his
dismay, he was told that he couldn't begin his investigation
today. Agent Scully was dismissed and Mulder was told to stay
behind for something else the AD wanted to say to him.

"Agent Mulder, please have a seat." Skinner told him as Scully
was closing the door behind her. He waited a few minutes until he
felt Scully was away from the door, then the AD spoke again.

"Fox, you can't begin your investigation today, because I need
you to do me a favor. I need you to leave now, pick up some
Halloween candy and be home to give it out to the trick or
treaters. I told you that I had to work late tonight, so I can't
do it." Skinner told him in a calm voice.

Mulder gave his boss a puzzled expression. "Sir, if you didn't
want me to work on the case immediately, why did you tell me
about now?" He asked.

"Because I was told to give you the details of the case
immediately, but I also knew that I needed you to be home this
afternoon. I figured that you could start work on it first thing
in the morning." Skinner explained.

Mulder made a face. "Walter, why do I have to give out the
candy?" He asked, with a slightly, wining tone to his voice and a
nice pout to go along with it.

Skinner sighed. "Fox, someone has to do it and I can't be there,
so it has to be you."

"What if I have something to do too? What if I can't be there
either? Isn't starting this case more important then giving out
stupid candy to rug rats?" Mulder asked, sounding like a spoiled
child.

Skinner eyed him carefully before speaking in a straight forward,
no nonsense tone. "Fox, you will start the case first thing
tomorrow, so this evening, you will have nothing to do and you
will be there."

Mulder gave him a nasty look, which disappeared as soon as the AD
was getting up from behind his desk. He moved to sit on the edge,
in front of his incorrigible agent. Keeping his temper
controlled, he attempted to explain things to his agent and
lover.

"Fox, I believe I told you that last year, I was away the week of
Halloween. When I got back, I found rotten, dried up eggs and
flour all over my door and walk way. It was a real bitch to clean
up. Do you know why this happened, Fox?" Skinner asked, with his
arms folded across his massive chest.

Looking up into his boss/lover's face, Mulder answered. "Because
nobody was home to give them a treat, so they decided to give you
a trick," he smirked.

"Precisely and do you think that I want that to happen again?"
Skinner asked.

Mulder just shook his head. "But it's not fair that I have to be
the one to be there for the little monsters. I really wanted to
get started on this case Walter." Mulder had a pleading
expression on his face and the whine intact.

Skinner racked his fingers through Mulder's hair, in a gentle
caress. Then placed a finger under his chin, lifting his face.
"My poor little anxious Fox. I know what you want to do, but
you're going to have to begin your investigation tomorrow, I need
you at home and I don't want to hear another word," he said,
removing his face from Mulder's face.

Mulder was about to protest, when Skinner stopped him just as his
mouth was about to open. "Uh, uh, I said not another word", he
said waving a finger in front of his lover's face. "I want you to
go home and open the bags of candy, pour them in that large bowl
I keep in the kitchen, then sit and wait. Is that clear?"

All he got was a glare.

"Am I going to have to use other measures to get you to comply
with my wishes, Fox? Skinner asked, into Mulder's face.

Mulder's eyes got quite large and he swallowed. The other
measures that Skinner was referring to, was part of a deal that
Skinner had made with him. And it was really getting on his
nerves, not to mention in his way. About a month after they had
become lovers, Skinner asked Mulder to move into his house with
him. Skinner had just purchases it and it was simply too big for
just one man. Skinner told Mulder that he didn't have to give up
his apartment, so he kept it and decided to lived at both
residences. He was happy to accept Skinner's generous offer, to
have him live with him, but it had a catch. Skinner said that he
was concerned for Mulder's well being and that since he was now
his live in lover that he wanted to make sure that he was
protected from the evils in the world and from himself. "No lover
of his was going to wind up dead, because of some reckless,
stupid act, if he had anything to do with it", he said. In order
for that to happen, Skinner made himself the disciplinarian for
Mulder. At first, Mulder didn't know what this meant, but he was
soon told. If Mulder risked his life foolishly or disregarded
orders from his boss or his lover, he would be reprimanded. This
meant that he would be made to strip off his pants and underwear
and bend over a hard surface, when ever Skinner told him to.
After that, he would get a red, hot, sore ass, which he couldn't
sit comfortably on for quite sometime.

Now, at first, Mulder thought that Skinner was crazy, for
suggesting this. He, a grown man, would be whipped like a naughty
child, when he disobeyed. He humored Skinner, going along with
his little far fetched plan, until one night. After disobeying
his boss for something or other at work, his lover grabbed him on
entering their home and threw him across his knees and wailed on
his butt, with a belt until Mulder cried and begged him to stop.
Mulder threatened to leave after that but didn't because he knew
that Skinner only did it because he loved him and wanted him to
stay safe. And he knew that he could never live without him no
matter what happened. He just hated the way, Skinner threatened
to whip him every time he wasn't getting his way, like now. He
seems to be always bossing him around and telling him what to do.
Skinner was making him go home to give out candy to those stupid
kids and if didn't do it, he was going to get his ass warmed. It
just didn't seem fair.

Mulder looked up into his boss's stern eyes and answered, "No,
Sir, you don't have to use other measures", he said sounding
defeated. "I'll go home and give out the candy." Mulder said,
with the biggest pout that Skinner had ever seen on his agent.

After eyeing him a while, Skinner smiled. "Good, Fox. Now, you
better get going", he said glancing at his watch. "It's almost 3
o'clock and the kids usually start soon after school ends.

Mulder got up from the chair and moved towards the door, not
looking at or saying anything to his boss. Just as he placed his
hand on the door knob, he heard Skinner giving him another damned
order.

"Fox, don't forget to turn on the porch light after dark. We
don't want the little ones to fall on the stairs and hurt
themselves."

"Says who?" Mulder said under his breathe.

"What was that?" Skinner asked.

"Nothing, Sir. I'll put the light on." Mulder assured, as he
opened the door, but was stopped again by his boss's voice.

What now? he thought.

"Fox, come here." Skinner told him, in a calm voice that made
Mulder nervous.

Mulder apprehensively made his way over to his boss and lover,
wondering if he was being called back to be punished for his
attitude.

Once Mulder got to him, Skinner moved to get closer. Mulder
panicked and took a step back away from him. At that, Skinner
grabbed Mulder at the back of the neck, holding him still and
placed his mouth over his, giving him a bruising, passionate
kiss.

When they both came up for air, Skinner released Mulder's neck
and placed his hand on the side of his face, then playfully
pushed him away, saying "Now, you can go."

Mulder skimmed a tongue over his lips, savoring the taste of the
man before him. Both men, exchanged tender glances and smiles,
then Mulder walked to the door and went out.

Skinner walked back behind his desk, shaking his head and
laughing to himself.

Mulder didn't like having hateful sentiments about little kids,
because usually he liked children, but right now he was really
pissed. He fumed through the hallway and into the elevator that
would take him to his basement domain. He had to get his overcoat
and tell Scully that he had to leave for the day. Scully looked
up from her desk as Mulder stormed in.

"Mulder what happened? You seem really upset?" She asked
innocently.

Mulder stopped in his tracks and looked over at his inquisitive
partner. He knew that he couldn't tell Scully the truth. She
didn't know about their living together. He and Skinner chose not
to tell her about their relationship, just yet. They both wanted
to pick an appropriate time to lay this on her. He racked his
hand through his hair, sighing.

"Skinner wants me to run an errand for him and he wants me to
leave now to do it. I won't be back." Mulder said, as he reached
for his coat from the rack.

Scully heard the sad tone of his voice. "Mulder, you're upset
because you wanted to get started this afternoon on the
investigation about the grave robberies , didn't you?

Mulder looked slightly surprised that she knew that. "How did you
know Scully?" He asked, shrugging his coat on.

"Mulder, I know you and I saw the way your eyes light up when
Skinner was describing the details of the case," he said smiling.


Mulder returned the smile, then let it fade as he thought again
about what he had to do. He looked at his watch and saw that it
said, 2:51PM.

"Shit, I gotta' get going. We'll begin the case tomorrow Scully."
Mulder said, as he raced for the door. He heard Scully calling
after him. "Mulder, do you want me to come with you and help?"
Scully asked, starting to rise from her chair.

Mulder looked back briefly. "No Scully, I've got it covered. See
ya' tomorrow." Then he was out the door.

Scully was about to say good bye, but realized that she would
have been saying it to herself.







Mulder raced down to the parking garage and got in his car. In
record time, he drove to the nearest store and picked up a bunch
of candy, throwing them in the back seat of his car. Then he
drove to the home that he shared with his lover. He decided to
take the short cut that he had discovered one afternoon. It would
take him near the cemetery where the robberies had taken place,
but he told himself that he was NOT going that way so he could
check anything out. This route would just get him home about 10
minutes sooner. That doesn't sound like much, but it is when you
should have been home at least 10 minutes ago. He hoped that the
little rug rats weren't already arriving at the house.

He had almost made it home, when suddenly something dashed in
front of his car, causing him to veer off the road. He managed to
stop the car just before it hit a tree. Thank goodness he had on
his seat belt, or he would have definitely struck his head on the
steering wheel. He removed the belt, unlocked the door and
pushing it open. He got out of the car, looking in the direction
of where he saw the thing run. After searching the ground near
the car, he saw something. Mulder couched down to get a closer
look and saw that it was a severed hand. It was the right hand of
what looked like belonged to a man. Frowning, he got up and went
to his car to get something to put the hand in. He found a
discarded plastic grocery bag. Good thing that he didn't make a
habit of cleaning his car. He grabbed a paper towel from the
glove compartment and went back to carefully pick up the hand and
put it in the bag. He tied a knot at the top and placed it on the
front seat. Mulder stood up, again looking in the direction of
where he saw the thing run. It ran off into the woods.

Mulder walked a little ways into the wooded area and noticed that
the branches on a near by tree were broken, telling him the
direction the thing went in. He began to quickly move through the
brush of trees, trying to stay on the path of the thing. After
running a while, Mulder realized that he had lost the thing's
trail. Breathing hard, he looked around his surroundings to find
that he didn't recognize where he was. He was lost.

Mulder checked his watch and saw that it said, 3:20 PM. "Damn",
he said aloud. He knew that he needed to get home. He figured
that maybe he would be able to retrace his steps and make it back
to the road, then to his car. As he was beginning to turn back,
he heard the sound of someone moaning. He pulled out his gun and
ran a little further, almost stumbling over a boy, lying on the
ground, grabbing his ankle and weeping. The kid looked up at
Mulder in horror, screaming, "No, no!" Mulder put away his weapon
and flashing his badge. He introduced himself and tried to
reassure the kid that he wasn't going to hurt him.

The kid looked no more than 13 or 14 years old. As he got closer
to him, Mulder saw that on the ground where he laid was a sack
and a rubber mask. Mulder crouched down to investigate the
contents of the sack, when the kid grabbed it yelling, "No,
please, go away! Leave me alone!"

"You're hurt, you need help." Mulder said has he checked the
young man's ankle. "It doesn't look broken, maybe just a sprain.
Look, I could take you back to the road where my car is, then I
can get you to a hospital." Mulder tried his cell phone and knew
that it was a waste of time. He was too deep into the forest for
him to get a connection.

"No, please, just leave me. I can make it on my own. I have to
get back." The kid said, as he tried to get up and fell. He lost
the grip that he had on the sack and it fell to the ground.
Mulder took this opportunity to grab the sack and look in it.

"No, give it back! Don't....." He tried to get it back from
Mulder, but was unsuccessful.

"Take it easy, kid. I just want to see what ya' got it the..."
Mulder's voice trailed off and a look of complete horror and
disgust came on his face. As he peered inside the sack, he saw a
severed head, feet and a hand. He got up, clutching the sack and
giving the kid a look of shock.

"What the hell.....you're the one, who's been stealing body parts
from their graves?" Mulder asked, anger building in his voice.

"He made me! He told me to and if I didn't he would beat me! I
had to!" The kid cried.

"Who are you talking about? Who is he?" Mulder inquired.

"I can't tell you that. He'll kill me. Please, let me go. He
needs me to get this to him," he said, making another failed
attempt to grab the sack from Mulder. At this time, Mulder
noticed that there was a small hole at the bottom of the sack.
This was how the hand he found had fallen out, Mulder thought.

"You'll get it to him, but you'll have to take me with you. I
want to meet Mr. Wonderful." Mulder said, as he helped the kid to
stand up.

"Mister, if he knew that I brought you with me, he'd kill me on
sight. You don't understand, this guy is crazy." The kid said, as
he allowed Mulder to stand him up.

"I can imagine. Someone playing with a full deck wouldn't want
what's in this sack. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to
you." Mulder said, as he made the kid bear most of his weight on
him, placing his arm around his shoulder. He looked down,
noticing the rubber monster mask and bent to pick it up. "What's
this for, to hide your identity?" Mulder asked.

"Yeah, he gave it to me." The kid answered.

Mulder pushed the mask in his pocket. "Okay kid, what direction?"


The kid reluctantly pointed in a direction and he and Mulder made
their way towards this monster. As they walked, Mulder began to
interrogate his young companion. At first, he didn't get a lot
out of the boy, but eventually he began to open up and tell
Mulder his story.

"So this creep discovered you on the streets of DC? Where are
your parents?" Mulder asked, struggling a little from the kid's
weight and the thick bed of leaves that were covering the ground.


"They're dead. One night, he pulled up next to me, in this car
and asked me if I was hungry. I said, "Hell yeah!" I hadn't eaten
in a couple of days, so I eagerly got in his car and he took me
to this burger place and said that I could order anything that I
wanted." The boy paused, then started again. "Then he asked me if
I wanted to make some easy money. I asked him what I would have
to do? He said does it really matter? It would pay very well. I
remember the evil smile on his face when he said that. I asked
him how much and he told me, more than money than I would know
what to do with. I didn't want to believe him, but the offer was
too good to turn down, so I agreed to do the job, what ever it
was."

"What happen when you found out what you had to do?" Mulder
asked.

"I told him no way and that he was crazy. I turned to walk away
and......that was the first beating that I got. I thought he was
going to put me in the hospital from it." The boy told him.

"Why didn't you try to get away from him?" Mulder asked.

"I tried, more than once", the boy answered, "but he would always
find me, take me back and beat the hell out of me. He told me
that he would always be able to find me. I had no choice, so I
obeyed him and started to rob the graves. He gave me this
scissors that seemed to cut through anything. At first, I puked
every time I had to do it. After a while, I stopped. I guess ya'
get used to anything." The boy, shrugged.

"How often did he have you do it?" Mulder asked.

"I just started doing it at the beginning of this month. Every
other day he'd make me go out. At first, he told me that he would
pay me $50 per part, but two weeks ago that stopped. I guess he
knew that he didn't have to pay me, since he was forcing me to do
it away."

"Why were you doing it in broad daylight? Weren't you afraid that
you would get caught?"

"He wanted me to do it then. He said that there were guards all
around the place at night, since they discovered the graves. They
figured that no one in their right mind, would attempt to rob a
grave in the day time, so there wasn't any one around then. So
that's when he had me do it. I just had to be careful of the
people who were visiting their loved one's graves." The boy said,
as he stumbled against Mulder, weary from the combination of
talking and trying to limp on his sore ankle.

"What is he doing with the parts?" Mulder inquired, as he stopped
a moment so they could catch their breathe.

The boy looked up at him. "I don't know. He would never let me
see what he was doing. I was forbidden to go any where near the
basement where he worked." He looked away for a moment, then
looked again into Mulder's eyes. Mulder looked down seeing the
fear and desperation that was there. The boy swallowed hard and
began again.

"I think he's doing some kind of Frankenstein thing with the
parts." He admitted to Mulder.

Mulder frowned and asked, "How do you know that?"

"I don't, really, all I know is that he's crazy." He paused
again. " Agent Mulder, you have to protect me from him", he
cried, suddenly wrapping his arms around Mulder's body. Mulder
looked down at the boy bewildered, at the sudden show of
affection. He felt his heart melting, for the poor kid. He placed
his arms around him, squeezing gently.

"If he knows that I've told you all this, he'd beat me to death!
I know it!" He continued to cry into Mulder's wool overcoat.

"Shhh, no, no. I told you that I won't let anything happen to
you. Every thing is going to be all right. You did the right
thing by telling me this. This monster needs to be stopped and
put away for life and because of you, I'm going to be able to do
that." Mulder said, continuing to make calming sounds as the boy
continued to sob. "Come on..." Mulder realized that he didn't
know the kid's name. "By the way, you never told me your name."
He asked him in a soft voice.

The boy stopped sobbing and raised his head from Mulder's chest.
Sniffing, he answered, "Billy."

"Come on, Billy. It's getting dark. Let's get you back, so I can
arrest this creep." Mulder wrapped Billy's arm back around his
neck and they proceeded to continue on toward, with Billy
directing the way.







It was near 6 PM, so Skinner decided to call it quits. He was
eager to leave and go to the comfort of his home and his lover.
He gathered his things and shrugged into his coat. He got down to
his car, started the ignition and headed home. As he drove into
his neighborhood, he noticed trick or treater's going from house
to house. It was dark by now, so most of the kids were older,
some even teenagers. Skinner cringed realizing the damage that
they could do to a house, when nobody came to answer the door. He
was glad that he had told Mulder to be home for them.

As he pulled into the driveway of the house, he noticed that
Mulder's car wasn't there. Maybe he parked somewhere else,
Skinner thought. Why he didn't know. He also noticed that there
was toilet paper hanging from one of the trees in his front yard.
As he turned off the ignition, he thought to himself that some
kids are just pain evil. They probably didn't like what Mulder
had even them, so they decided to trash the house anyway. Skinner
got out of the car, put on the alarm and proceeded to walk up the
walkway. This time he was greeted by an assortment of Halloween
trickery. The walk way was covered with a mixture of eggs, broken
shells, flour, dirty socks and sour milk, that was placed inside
balloons. It was difficult to avoid stepping into the disgusting,
putrid mixture. As he got to the front door, Skinner almost
retched from the sight and smell. He pulled his house keys from
his coat pocket and pushed it into the lock. The hardening egg
and such, made it a chore to get the key in and turn it. He
placed his handkerchief on the knob, so he could turn it without
getting any on his hand.

As he pushed the door open, he began to yell for Mulder. He
didn't understand how all of this could have happen with Mulder
right here. He continued to call, receiving no answer. After
closing the door, he placed his brief case on the hall table and
walked through the house. He immediately knew that no one was
home. When ever Mulder got home before he did, he was always
greeting by the sounds of the TV. Another immediate clue was that
the entire house was dark.

Skinner ran a hand over the top of his head, sighing loudly.
Where the hell was Mulder? Obviously, he never came home. There
was no sigh of the Halloween candy that he was told to buy.
Skinner stood in the center of his living room, with his arms
akimbo, thinking of what to do next. A slow burn of anger was
building inside of him. He couldn't believe that Mulder had
disobeyed him yet again. He knew that his nerves wouldn't allow
him to just sit and wait for him to eventually come home, so he
decided to go back out and look for him.

First, he called Scully to see if she knew anything. After
speaking to her, he found that she had no idea. Actually, this
wasn't entirely true. As soon as Scully was told that Mulder was
missing, she figured that he must have went to investigate those
grave robberies. She was not going to put that little bit of
information into Skinner's head. Mulder had obviously gotten
himself in trouble again and she didn't want to worsen matters
for him, by ratting on him, to their boss. She asked if he wanted
any help in tracking him down and Skinner declined her help,
saying the he was able to do it on his own.

Skinner sat inside his car, wondering where Mulder could be. Then
he got an idea that made him even more angry. He started the
ignition and headed off for the road that would lead him to the
cemetery.







Mulder glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost 5:41 PM
and because of day light savings time, it was already dark at
this time. Mulder took his flashlight from his coat pocket and
switched it on, pointing it towards the ground. He didn't want
them to fall in any holes or trip over any debris that was in
their path.

"How much further?" Mulder asked, his limping companion.

"Not much, just pass those trees up there." Billy pointed.

The two continued to struggle up a hill, slipping often due to do
the damp leaves that covered the area. As they made it to the
top, Mulder noticed a run down, abandoned looking house.
Suddenly, Billy pulled away from Mulder and began to hobble down
the hill on his own, yelling. Mulder called after him, but Billy
ignored him. A few seconds later, Mulder felt something hard
strike him on the back of the head. His vision became blurred and
he couldn't seem to keep his eyes open. Then his knees buckled
and he fell to the ground with a thud.







Skinner had driven towards the cemetery, along a road that was a
short cut that lead to his house. Mulder had told him about it,
but he preferred not to use it. It wasn't really a paved road.
There were a lot of debris on it, like rocks, holes and branches.
Anyone who traveled on it was doing it at there own risk. He
figured if Mulder was in a hurry, he might have taken this road
to make up a few minutes. And this did lead to the cemetery where
the robberies at taken place. Either way, this seemed like a good
place to find Mulder, but it was getting late and was already
dark. He decided to call Mulder on his cell, to see if he had
returned home. After a number of rings, his machine picked up.

****You've reached Walter Skinner's residence, please leave your
name and number and I'll get back to you......BEEEEEP!****

"Mulder if you're there, pick up.......Fox, pick up the phone!"
Skinner voice sounded a little angry, so he decided to change the
tone. "Look Fox, if you're there, please pick up...........Okay,
I'm on my way to find you. If you get in and hear this message,
call my cell immediately."

Skinner disconnected the link. He thought that Mulder was there,
but just wasn't answering so he wouldn't have to deal with him.
As he was pushing the phone back in his coat pocket, he looked up
just in time to see a car parked off the road. He slowed down
near it and stopped, then he pulled out his flashlight and rolled
down the window. As he flashed the light on the car, he saw that
it was Mulder's car. With his heart racing, he got out of the car
and peered inside. No sign of Mulder, but the keys were still in
the ignition and a plastic grocery bag was lying on the front
seat. Then he tried the driver's door and found it open. Skinner
shook his head at the irresponsibility of his agent. He flashed
the light in the back seat and saw the numerous bags of candy
that he told Mulder to get. Frowning, he went back to the
steering wheel and popped open the trunk. He moved quickly to the
back of the car and opened it, flashing the light inside. Nothing
looked out of the ordinary. He went back to the front seat and
reached in to retrieve the plastic bag. Skinner placed the bag on
the hood of the car and untied it. He flashed the light inside
the bag and immediately grimaced.

Tying the bag again, he took it to his car and threw it on the
front seat, then he glanced around the area with the flashlight,
looking for any signs of where Mulder might have gone. Skinner
now knew that Mulder was investigating this case and probably
went off to find some more evidence. He obviously was traveling
on foot. He beamed the light into the wooded area and noticed
what looked like a path that entered into the forest. Skinner
knew that he needed some help. There was no way that he could go
on his own into the dense forest in the pitch blackness, without
eventually losing his way and becoming hopelessly loss. He needed
a search team, with dogs that could sniff out the trail that his
disobedient agent had taken. Skinner once again pulled out his
phone and made arrangements for a search party to come to his
location. After that he also called Agent Scully, to notify her
of his findings.







Mulder opened his eyes to a pounding headache. He tried to move
his arms and ankles, but found that they were bound. He was lying
on his side on a hard wood floor. Looking around, he saw that he
in a room. A dim ceiling light was on, along with a few crates
scattered around the room and a mattress. Where Mulder laid was a
battered looking arm chair. Ignoring the pounding in his head,
Mulder tried to sit up. He managed to wiggle himself up next to a
chair and pushed himself into a sitting position. He saw that the
room that he was in was a living room. There was an old, unused
fire place in the wall to his left. He turned his body to the
right, looking up at the wall gasping in horror. Body parts were
nailed to the wall. The parts were nailed on two spray painted
stick figures that was drawn on the wall. The areas where the
head, hands and feet were supposed to be drawn, had the severed
parts. The third spray painted figure didn't have any severed
parts on it. Mulder had to admit that he had seem some sick shit
in his day, but this was just plain freaky. He heard a sound
behind him, and he tried to whip his head around, causing himself
to fall over. He fell at the feet of whom ever had entered the
room. His eyes looked upon a pair of brand new Nikes. Leaning up
further, he saw that someone wearing a Halloween mask was looking
down at him.







The search team had arrived and was already on Mulder's trail,
with the hounds. Skinner had found an old Tee shirt of Mulder's
in the trunk of his car and gave it to the team, so the dogs
could get his sent. He and Agent Scully were trying to keep up
with the team, as they ran along at a good pace. Scully decided
to tell Skinner that she was sorry that she didn't tell him where
she thought Mulder might have gone. He scolded her for not doing
it, but assured her that it really didn't matter because he had
figured it out for himself, soon after their phone conversation.
Soon they were deep into the forest hot on the trail of their
hard headed FBI agent.







Mulder was able to get himself into a sitting position again and
noticed that other's had joined him in the room. There were five
of them. All wearing Halloween masks. All except for Billy,
because his was Mulder's pocket. Billy was leaning against the
wall, with a smirk on his face. Mulder realized that he had been
taken by this kid, big time.

"Billy, what's going on?" Mulder asked.

"Man, my name ain't no Billy", he answered, only to be hushed by
the boy whose feet his head was lying next too. Mulder figured
that he must be the leader.

This kid moved closer to Mulder and threw his FBI badge at him.
Then he pulled out Mulder's gun from his pocket. He pointed it at
Mulder's head, to the shock of his friends.

"Tyrone, man, don't. You can't kill dah dude." One of the kids
pleaded.

"Why don't you shut dah fuck up! Now he knows my name. I should
shoot your stoopid ass for being so stoopid", he said as he
turned the gun towards the boy. This action was greeted with a
number of pleads to stop, by all the boys in the room. Tyrone,
aimed the gun at all of them, turning wildly and shouting, "Shut
up, shut dah fuck up, all a ya'!"

Mulder sat observing the tense scene, then decided to try and
reason with the kid. "Tyrone, I think you should put the gun down
before someone gets hurt." Mulder said, in a calm tone.

Tyrone, swung around, aiming the gun again at Mulder's head. He
cocked it, steadying his aim. "I think you might be the one ta'
get hurt if you don't shut dah fuck up!"

Mulder could see that the kid was very nervous and he knew that
the gun could go off suddenly just from an itchy trigger finger.
He had to make another attempt to talk him out of this.

"Tyrone, if you kill me, you'll go straight to prison for the
rest of your life and that will be a long time, considering
you're only what, 14?"

"I'm 15 and nobody said that I was really gonna' shot ya'," he
said, putting the gun down on a near by crate. "I just wanted ya'
ta' know who was dah boss around here," he said was pride.

"I knew it was you, Tyrone. You seem like a leader." Mulder said.


"Don't try ta smooth talk me, Mr. FBI man. Ya' just want me to
let ya' go, so ya' can tell on me and I'll go ta' jail." Tyrone
said, as he walked around Mulder.

"No Tyrone, that's not true. If this is your first offense, they
may go easy on you, that's if you don't hurt anyone. The grave
robbing is a different offense than harming a living person."
Mulder tried to convince the kid that he wouldn't be sent to jail
for robbing graves, even though it was a lie. All of these kids
may very well be put in prison for this offense, but he was
certainly not going to tell Tyrone this.

"Tyrone, why did you do this?" Mulder asked, sincerely.

"Man, it was just a big joke for Halloween. We figured what would
be the coolest thing that we could do and I came up with dis. Ya'
see, each of my boys here", he said walking from one to another,
"was supposed ta take turns gettin' dah parts. Tonight my mastah
piece", he gestured to the wall, "was gonna' be finished and I
was gonna' take pitchas. Every thing was goin' great until idiot
over dare", he said, gesturing to Billy, who hung his head in
shame, "had ta git clumsy and fall, sprainin' his stoopid ankle
and bringin' you here. Now, I have to figure our what to do
witcha."

"Tyrone, if you don't want to be committing a federal offense and
be sent to jail for a long time, you have to let me go." Mulder
was beginning to feel his hands getting numb.

"Yeah, right, I do dat and you tell on us."

"Tyrone!" Mulder shouted, then lowered his voice. "Tyrone, listen
to me, you have no choice. I promise that I'll make sure that
they go as easy as they can on you." Just then the search team,
burst through the door, headed by his lover and his partner.
Skinner and the other agents read them their rights, as they held
there guns on the boys, who immediately raised their hands in the
air, surrendering.

Mulder released a loud sigh, shutting his eyes in relief that he
was found. Opening them, he saw Skinner glance at him, as he had
the agents usher the boys out in handcuffs. Another was moving
around the room taking pictures of the wall. Scully was kneeling
down beside him, untying his hands and feet. Then she checked on
Mulder's head, asking if he was all right.

"I'm fine Scully, just a bump on the head. What else is new,
huh?" He shrugged, trying for a bit of humor.

"Mulder you could have a concussion. I don't have to ask if you
blacked out, do I?" Scully watched as Mulder shook his head, with
wide innocent eyes. "Well, then you could very well have one, so
you're going to be checked out at the hospital. Is that clear?"
Scully said, in her best authoritative voice.

Mulder swallowed, shaking his head and wondering how many more
times did he have to hear, Is that clear? He looked up at Skinner
who was looming over him. "Agent Mulder, are you all right?" He
asked, trying to control the emotion in his voice as much as
possible.

"He's fine, Sir, he received a blow to the head. He needs to be
checked at the hospital to make sure he doesn't have a
concussion." Scully offered.

Glaring at Scully, he said, "That's fine Agent Scully, but I was
asking Agent Mulder the question. I want to hear from him." His
glare shifted from Scully to Mulder.

"I'm sorry Sir." Scully said, as Mulder responded.

"I am fine Sir. Um...I... I don't think that I have a concussion,
but Agent Scully wants to make sure", he said grabbing his ID and
getting up from the floor, with some help from them both.

"Fine, Agent Mulder, I want a full report on what when on here on
my desk first thing tomorrow, is that clear?" Skinner said,
waiting for his reply.

"Yes, Sir, first thing tomorrow." Mulder said, watching Skinner
as he turned on his heels and left the room. He knew that Skinner
was pissed at him. He did not look forward to going home tonight.


Scully drove Mulder to the nearest hospital, where his head was
examined and he was released. She drove him to pick up his car.

"Mulder, are you sure that you don't want me to drive you home?
You can always get your car tomorrow." Scully told him, still
concerned.

"No thanks Scully, I can drive myself home. You go home and get
some rest and I'll see you in the morning." Mulder said, as he
left her car and got into his.

"Okay Mulder. You get some rest yourself. See ya' tomorrow."

Mulder sat and watched as Scully's car pulled away onto the dark
road. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was, 10:13 PM. He
didn't want to go home to the house he shared with Skinner, for
obvious reasons, but he was way too tired to make the drive back
to his place in Alexandria. And the Tylenol that he was given at
the hospital, hadn't kicked in yet to stop the throbbing in the
skull. Mulder put his hands up to his face and messaged his eye
sockets with his fingers. He had no choice other than to drive
back to the house. Hopefully Walter would be too tired himself to
start anything tonight. He started the ignition and drove to his
infuriated lover.







Mulder pulled up in the drive way. He saw that Walter had left
the porch light on for him. Well, at least that was something, he
thought to himself. As he closed the door of the car, he noticed
the bags of candy in the back seat. He groaned and threw his head
back. He didn't exactly get the chance to give them out to the
kids. He opened the door and reached in to get the candy. As he
walked towards the house, he noticed broken egg shells, flour and
God knows what in the walk way and all over the door. This was
obviously the work of some angry little candy snatchers. 'Shit',
he thought, 'this was all his fault because he didn't come home'.
He could imagine Walter's face when he came home to this. Mulder
felt his heart beating a little faster, as fear began to take
over his body. He knew that Walter must be really incensed about
this and upset with him for letting it happen. Mulder could feel
his ass throbbing already.

When he got to the door, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and
placed it into the lock. The key gave him some trouble due to the
tremor in his hand that he couldn't seem to control and the crud
that had dried on the lock. Once inside, he tried to be as quiet
as possible, so maybe Walter wouldn't know he was home. He turned
off the light and put the candy on the hallway table. Then he
toed off his shoes, picked them up and made his way up the stairs
to his bedroom. Mulder was so glad that Walter had given him his
own bedroom, even though they usually slept together.

Mulder made it to the top of the stairs and tipped toed pass
Walter's room. As he turned the knob and pushed open, the door to
his room. A loud creak resonated throughout the silence of the
house. "Shit!" Mulder whispered. He pushed it open further and
another creak, cried from the offending door. "Damn it!" He
whispered again. This time Mulder paused a minute before pushing
the door open any further. Sighing louder then he intended to,
Mulder decided to push it quickly, thinking that would stop the
creak. He pushed the door and what do ya' know, it worked. The
door opened silently. Mulder grinned triumphantly, as he moved
quickly inside his room and closed the door behind him. He leaned
up against it, with his eyes shut, trying to calm himself. He
figured he was home free at least until tomorrow.

Mulder walked into the bathroom, removed his clothes, and jumped
into the shower. Instead of invigorating him, the shower managed
to make him sleepier, but he knew that he couldn't go to sleep
because he had to write that damn report before he went into work
tomorrow. Yawning, he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his
waist and existed the bathroom. As he walked out, his heart
nearly stopped. Standing in the door way of his bedroom, with his
arms folded, looking as surly as ever, was his pissed off boss
and lover. Mulder jumped back, placing his hand over his heart.

"Christ, Walter you could have given me a heart attack. I thought
you were sleeping." Mulder said, still breathing a little hard.

"No, I'm not sleeping Agent Mulder, as you can see I'm wide
awake." Skinner told him, in his best AD voice.

Agent Mulder? I am in deep shit! Mulder thought.

Swallowing hard, Mulder just stood there, grasping his towel.

"When you have finished your report, Agent Mulder, I want you to
place it on my desk in the study by 8 AM. We will be taking the
day off tomorrow. I've already notified Kimberly and Agent
Scully. After you have placed the report on my desk, you are to
go downstairs to the living room and wait for me there. Is that
clear Agent Mulder?" Skinner asked, glaring at his agent.

"Walter, why are you...?" He asked, nervously.

"I said, is that clear Agent Mulder?" Skinner repeated, in a
raised voice.

Mulder stared wide eyed at his lover. "Yeah..... it's clear", he
nodded, speaking in a low, shaky voice.

"Good." Skinner said, then turned and disappeared from the door.

Mulder stood frozen and some what dazed. After what seemed like
an eternity, Mulder moved as if in a trance, to the door, closing
it. Then he changed into a pair of sweats and a Tee. He got his
lap top and climbed onto the bed, barefoot. He opened it and
switched it on, then he sat for a moment thinking about what
Skinner told him and the way he said it. He was so mad, he
couldn't even call him Fox. Then Mulder felt a sinking feeling in
the pit of his stomach, with a wave of terror. When ever Skinner
called him Agent Mulder in their private life, it meant that he
was really angry with him. He guessed that this was his way of
switching to disciplinarian mode. This behavior was always
followed by Mulder getting his ass whipped. Mulder chewed on his
lower lip, sighing. There was nothing he could do about it now
and he needed to get this report done, before his brain was too
tired to recall anything. Mulder began to type out the events of
the past couple of hours. Anything else would have to wait 'til
morning.







Mulder woke the next morning, with a start. He immediately sat up
and glanced at the clock on the night stand.

"Damn, I knew it!" He said, leaping from the bed. The clock had
said, 7:53 AM. Mulder had a feeling when he opened his eyes that
he had over slept. He had to have the report on Walter's desk by
8 AM. Thank God he had finished it before he fell asleep, but he
didn't print it out.

Mulder turned on the printer, then pressed print and waited. He
nervously, looked at his watch, 7:54, no time for a shower, he
thought. He stared at the printer, then began to pace. He stopped
again in front of the printer. It was taking forever for the
thing to print his 7 page report.

"Come on!" Mulder, shouted at the machine, then resumed his
pacing. He glanced at his watch again, 7:56 AM. The printer
pushed out page 3. "Jesus Christ, this is the slowest peace of
shit!" Mulder said aloud, as he continued to move anxiously
around the room, racking his hands through his hair.

*****Page 5*******

"Pleeeease!" Mulder screamed, seeing that his watch said, 8:00.
"Fuck, I'm going to be late! This is going to piss him off even
more."

******Page 6********

Mulder was now crouched in front of the printer, staring
intensely, as the pages slid out as slow as molasses. He grabbed
the finished sheets from the carriage and waited for the last
page.

******Page 7*******

Mulder grabbed the tip of the last sheet as it agonizingly,
squeezed out of the printer. "Come on, come one, come one!!!" He
commanded. Mulder was now pulling on the paper, as it came
towards him.

Finally, the horrid machine released the page and Mulder snatched
it and ran with the other pages down the stairs to the living
room. As he moved down the stairs, he saw Skinner's legs. When he
got all the way down, he noticed that he was standing in the
middle of the floor. He glared at Mulder, then at his watch.

"Agent Mulder, I think I told you to leave your report on my desk
at 8:00 AM, it's now, 8:05 AM. Skinner declared, as he folded his
powerful arms, across his massive chest. He stared at the report
that was in Mulder's hand.

Mulder looked down at the papers in the hand, as if he didn't
know how they got there. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry Sir. I'll go up and
put it on your desk, right now," he said, turning to dash back up
the stairs.

"Never mind, just give it to me." Skinner demanded, stopping
Mulder in his tracks. He turned back to see Skinner's hand
extended to take the pages.

"Yes, Sir." Mulder said, handing him the report. He watched as
his boss, walked over to the couch, sat down and began to read
it. Mulder decided to remain standing, not wanting to call any
attention to himself. He stood there, fidgeting slightly, until
Skinner was finished.

Skinner glared up at him. "What do you have to say for yourself
Agent Mulder?" He asked, placing the report beside him on the
couch. He leaned forward on his knees, with his hands clasped, to
listen intently to his agent's response.

Mulder swallowed hard, shifting from one foot to another. He
tried to stay focused on Skinner's face as he spoke, "Sir, it
wasn't my fault, really. I was run off the road. I had every
intention of going home like you told me. I even bought the damn
candy." Mulder told him anxiously.

After pausing a moment, to make Mulder even more unsettled, he
asked, "Who told you to go running into the forest?"

Mulder stared wide eyed at his lover. "Um....um....no body, Sir,
but I..."

"But as usual, you decided to go off on your own to check things
out." Skinner said, cutting Mulder off in mid-sentence.

"But Sir..." Mulder replied, trying to tell Skinner his story.

"No buts Mulder!" Skinner said, rising from the couch, moving
towards his subordinate. Mulder began to take small steps
backwards. "I specifically, told you to go home so those fuckin'
kids wouldn't be able to do what they did to my house. You
decided to ignore my wishes and went off to do what you damned
well pleased, not giving a fuck about what I said would happen if
you didn't get home!" As he shouted, Mulder was backing up.

"Sir, I'm going to clean it up." Mulder said, as he was stopped
by a chair.

"Damn, right you're going to clean it up and you're going to do
it RIGHT NOW! Skinner roared, causing Mulder to fall into the
chair.

Mulder sat staring up at his boss, with his mouth open.

"Are you deaf? I just told you to do it, NOW!" Skinner shouted
again.

Mulder scurried out of the chair and into the kitchen to get some
cleaning supplies. When he had gotten what he needed, he hurried
past Skinner towards the front door.

"Mulder." Mulder stopped, looking back at his boss, trying not to
look irate. "It's Fall and it's cold, go put on a jacket and get
some shoes on your feet." Skinner ordered.

Looking down at his bare feet, Mulder uttered, "Oh" and ran
upstairs to get his jacket and put on his sneakers. When he got
back down stairs, Skinner was standing near the door way. Mulder
glanced at him briefly, picked up his cleaning materials and
bushed past him out the door.

"And Mulder, I don't expect you to take all day doing it. We have
other things that need to get done today," he yelled after
Mulder.







It took Mulder almost 3 hours to clean up the walkway, the door
and get the toilet paper out of the tree. Between trying to crape
off the dried up egg, flour and milk mixture and having Skinner
come every 5 minutes to point out the spots that he missed, it
was a wonder if he was ever going to finish.

Mulder came back in the house, exhausted. His knees ached from
kneeling on the hard concrete and his shoulders, arms and hands
were sore from all the scrubbing. Most of all he was starving. He
realized that he didn't eat breakfast, because he had woken up
just in time to print out his report and make it down to Skinner.
He didn't dare ask him for a break to get something to eat.
Mulder put away the cleaning supplies and dragged himself to the
kitchen. He wondered where Walter was, but he wasn't in the mood
to see him right now anyway.

As he walked into the kitchen he was surprised to see Walter
sitting at the table reading a magazine.

"Oh, Walter, I was wondering where you were. I've finally
finished." Mulder said, as he went to open the refrigerator.

"Don't open it." Skinner said firmly.

"What? Why not, Walter? I want to get something to eat, I'm
starving." Mulder said, with a slight wine in his voice, pulling
on the handle of the frig.

"Mulder, if you pull that door open, you are most definitely
going to regret it." Skinner voice was dangerously sincere.

Mulder looked back at Skinner, slowly removing his hand from the
handle and looking at him dumfounded.

"Walter, why can't I eat some thing? What ever we need to do can
be done afterwards, can't it?" Mulder said, almost pleading.

"No, it can't! I want you to follow me into the bedroom, NOW!"
Skinner said, as he got up from the table and walked out the
kitchen.

Mulder stood frozen and wide eyed, as he watched Skinner leave.

"Mulder don't make me come back in the kitchen and drag your ass
up these stairs!" Skinner shouted, towards the kitchen.

Mulder was jolted out of his momentary stupor, from the sound of
Skinner's voice. He turned, moving quickly to catch up with his
furious lover.

As Skinner went inside his bedroom, Mulder slowed up. He
hesitated in the doorway, peering into the room, to see what
Skinner was up to. He watched as Skinner removed a large box from
the closet, of his Master bedroom. He glanced at Mulder, as he
placed the heavy box on the bed.

"Agent Mulder, get in here and take off your clothes." Skinner
commanded, as he continued to rummage through the box.

Now, normally, that statement would have made Mulder's groin
tingle in anticipation of the hot sex that would follow, but this
was different. The sound of Skinner's command made him wince.
Mulder knew that he was in big trouble and that he was about to
be punished. The name thing was the first indication that he was
in deep shit. It was like a parent calling a child by their full
name when they were angry with them. This time was no exception.

Mulder began to remove his clothes, while he kept his eyes on
Skinner and what he was looking for. Mulder was down to his
boxers, when he saw Skinner pulling out something with long,
leather strips hanging from it. It was a whip. Mulder looked at
the object with a mixture of horror and shock.

"Get those off too." Skinner said, looking at his boxers.

Mulder swallowed hard and slid his boxers down his hips and legs,
stepping out of them, then kicking them to join his pants.

Skinner was testing the whip by swinging it in the air. A
swishing sound could be heard in the quiet of the room. Skinner
looked up at the now naked and slightly trembling Mulder, then
noticed his clothes on the floor.

"Pick up those clothes and put 'em on the bed, then come back
over here." Skinner ordered, taking out a pair of soft leather
handcuffs from the box.

Mulder did as he was told, keeping his eyes on his soon-to-be
punisher. Mulder knew about the kinky side of Skinner and this
box. Throughout there relationship, they both consentually tried
things. Most of this kind of stuff, Mulder had only seen in his
porn videos. Skinner was some what experienced in BDSM techniques
and they role played Dom/Sub often, but Mulder wasn't really into
the pain/pleasure thing. When he did trust Skinner enough to do a
little experimenting with pain, he always found it to be quite
arousing and exhilarating. Skinner would never cause him more
pain than he could handle. When they played, it was usually with
various sexual situations and not with painful torture devices.
At first Mulder was shocked to find this out about his boss, but
after a while it didn't matter, because he was having the best
sex of his life.

Skinner never allowed him to look inside the box and as a matter
of trust, Mulder never sneaked a peek, even though he desperately
wanted to. Many nights, he watched as Skinner pulled an
assortment of items from the box and used them on him. It got to
be exciting for Mulder to sit and wait to see what would come out
of the box next. This time the whip was a surprise. Usually, when
Skinner punished him, it was with his hand or his belt. This was
new and Mulder was scared.

After putting his clothes on the bed, Mulder went back to stand
near Skinner.

"Hold out your arms." Skinner commanded.

Mulder obeyed and Skinner roughly placed the cuffs on his
awaiting wrists. "Hold you arms up over your head." As he did so,
Skinner grabbed his cuffed wrists and attached it to a metal hook
that was hanging from the ceiling. Mulder had to stand on the
tips of his toes, in order to reach the hook. The hook swiveled
as he moved.

Skinner has had Mulder here before, but never to inflict
punishment. Mulder stared wide eyed at his captor. He had kept
quiet the whole time, obeying what ever Skinner said to do, but
this was making him nervous. Was he actually going to beat me
with that whip? Mulder asked himself.

Skinner placed the box on the floor next to the bed.

Mulder pivoted his body on the hook, so he could see what Skinner
was doing.

"I suggest you try and remain as still as possible during this or
I'll be whipping the wrong part of your body and I'm sure you
don't want that." Skinner told him in an a matter of fact tone.

Mulder decided that if he was going to speak he'd better do it
now.

"Walter....um.....I know you're really angry with me about the
house and I deserve to be punished, but is this.....I mean do you
have to do it.....with that?" Mulder purposefully made his voice
sound small to try and get some sympathy from his lover.



Skinner glanced at the whip in his hand, then looked at Mulder.
"I've decided to try something different this time. I was tired
of using my hand or my belt on your ass. "This," he said,
whisking the whip through the air, "is going to be very
different." Skinner said, sadistically.

Mulder swallowed and felt his stomach flip. His arms were already
tiring from being suspended and his feet were cramping from
having to stay up on them to relieve the tension in his
shoulders.

"Walter, doesn't solving the case mean anything? Didn't I do a
good thing?" Mulder asked, trying to reason with his lover.

"Yes, you did do a good thing by solving the case, but I don't
like what you had to do in order to do it. Now, do you understand
why you are about to be punished?" Skinner asked.

Mulder hung his head and avoided eye contact with Skinner. "Yes,
Sir."

"All right, then tell me why?"

Swallowing, Mulder told him. "Because I didn't come home to give
candy out to the children."

Skinner placed him hand on Mulder's upper arm and slowly turned
him, so that his back was facing Skinner. Then he raised the whip
and brought it down hard on Mulder's naked ass.

"Ahhhh!!!!!! That hurts!!!!" Mulder wailed.

"Good, now give me the right answer." Skinner asked, positioning
Mulder again.

"Sir, what.....I gave you the answer." Mulder said gasping.

Skinner gave him another fiery blow.

Owww!!!!!!!! Please Sir, what do you want me to say?" Mulder
asked disparately.

"You know what I want you to say. Now, unless I hear it, you are
going to continue to get this." Skinner landed another painful
stroke of the whip on Mulder's defenseless backside.

Every time Mulder felt the sting of the whip, his body jerked and
swayed against the cuffs. He tried to keep still, but it was
virtually impossible, because he was standing on his toes. From
time to time, he loss his footing and his body would turn
completely around, to face Skinner.

Mulder tried to think of what Skinner wanted him to say. What
else did he do that upset him? He racked his brain, but how in
the hell, was he supposed to be able to think with the pain.

>>>>SLAP<<<<<<

"Owwwww!!!!!!!! Pleeease, I'm trying to think!" Mulder cried,
straining on this toes, to keep from spinning.

"Wrong answer!" Skinner said, as he began to whip Mulder in a
steady rhythm, swishing the whip in a chris cross pattern on
Mulder's naked body. When Mulder's body began to turn, facing
him, he carefully laid the lashes upon his chest and stomach,
being careful to avoid his genitals.

Mulder wasn't sure if Skinner was being careful, so he constantly
fought to keep his body from spinning. Besides the fact that
catching the lashes on his torso was incredibly painful.

As Skinner continued to whip him, Mulder continued to try to
think during the pain and the screaming.

"Ahhhh!!!!! Um......I went ahead and started the investigation
when you told me not to." Mulder said quickly as to maybe prevent
the next blow.

"No, there's something else." Skinner said, laying the whip on
the backs of Mulder's thighs.

"Aaahhhhoooowwww!!!!!!! Walter, please stop!!!! I don't know!!!!!
I'm sorry, what ever it was! Please stop!" Mulder pleaded, as
tears streamed down his face.

This was beginning to get to Skinner and he knew that Mulder
couldn't take much more, so he decided to give him a hint.

"Me Fox, think about me. What did you do to me?" Skinner tried
not to let the pain that he was feeling appear in his voice. He
noticed that his eyes were shedding tears of their own.

The lashes continued. Mulder's naked body was a mass of red
wilts, from back to front. He pretty much was whimpering and
sobbing constantly now. He forced his mind to comprehend what
Skinner just said. He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to
concentrate. His entire body was on fire and his toes cramped so,
that he was now hanging by his arms alone, causing them to ache.

Skinner noticed that Mulder's body was trembling. He stopped the
lashes and turned his lover around and waited for him to open his
eyes and look at him. When he had eye contact, Skinner held
Mulder's head in this hands.

"Fox, I want you to try to think of what would make me this angry
with you. What did you do that would cause me to want to whip you
like this?" Skinner was staring into his lover's eyes, trying to
get him to read the answer within his own.

Mulder's face contorted, as he began to weep loudly. He now
understood what his lover was asking of him.

"Walter, I...I dis....a..a..ppointed you. You a..a...asked me to
d..do you a..a favor and I ignored y..you and your w..w..wishes.
I didn't really c..c...care. I..I let you down and I'm sooo
sorrrry, Waaaalter!" Mulder sobbed into Skinner's hands.

Skinner grasped Mulder's head and pulled it on his shoulder.
"Shhhh, it's okay now, Fox. All I wanted to do was make you
understand what you are doing when you disobey me." Skinner said,
as he unhooked Mulder's wrists from the ceiling and uncuffed him.
He gently pulled Mulder close to lean against his body and
wrapped his arms around him, in a tender embrace. Mulder was
sobbing, with his forehead pressed into Skinner's shoulder and
his arms hanging loosely at his side.

"Fox, I didn't give a damn about the mess those damn kids made. I
was upset because you seemed not to care about what I needed from
you. I needed your help this afternoon. I trusted you to do me
this little favor and you couldn't even do that," he explained,
caressing Mulder's sweat drenched hair with one hand and
clutching him with the other.

"I felt hurt Fox. When ever you disobey me, I feel that you don't
care about me enough to respect my wishes. That you don't love me
enough to give a damn about what I need from you." Skinner's
voice cracked as he revealed to his lover the truth of his anger.


Mulder weakly, lifted his arms to grasp Skinner around his waist.
He turned his head to the side to speak.

"Walter, no, that's not true! I do love you! I love you so much!"
Mulder cried, with fresh, hot tears sliding down his cheeks. "I
didn't mean to make you think that I didn't because of my stupid,
selfish actions. I'm so sorry."

Skinner continued to smooth his sobbing lovers head in an attempt
to quiet him. He felt Mulder's legs giving way and he swept him
up in his arms and brought him to the bed. He laid Mulder down,
covering him with a blanket. Skinner sat on the side of the bed,
caressing the side of Mulder's face. He looked into the younger
man's eyes and saw the remorse in them. Skinner suddenly felt his
eyes begin to burn, as hot tears of his own escaped down his
cheeks.

"Fox, I'm so sorry that I had to do this to you. It wasn't just
about you disappointing me. I want you to learn to follow orders.
Tonight could have turned out so much worse. Those kids could
have killed you. You need to remember to call for backup before
you charge into situations on your own. I've told you that so
many times before. I want you to think of your safety first. Do
you understand?" Skinner asked, sternly, but his eyes were
tender.

Mulder sat up, wincing. "Yes, Walter, I understand. I promise
I'll try harder." He said as he wrapped his arms around Skinner.
When Skinner returned the embrace, Mulder let out a groan.
Skinner immediately released him.

"I'm sorry my poor little Fox. I'm going to run you a nice luke
warm tub. That will soothe your body." Skinner said, as he rose
from the bed.

"Walter!" Mulder called, leaning back on his hands.

"Yeah?" Skinner replied.

"Do you think.....um.......you could give me a.....kiss?" Mulder
asked, blushing, timidly.

Skinner looked back at his lover and thought that he had never
looked more sexy and vulnerable. He walked back to Mulder,
placing one knee next to him on the bed, then leaning down to
grasp his up turned face. He gave him a tentative kiss at first,
then Mulder brought his arms up around Skinner's neck, forcing
the kiss to be stronger and more passionate.

Skinner returned it whole heartedly. The kiss was bruising, both
men devouring each other. He slowing began to push Mulder back on
the bed, hovering over his body, bracing himself on his arms. He
felt Mulder's hands moving all across his back and up under his
shirt.

Mulder pulled Skinner's shirt up and over his head, causing the
kiss to stop momentarily. He threw the shirt to the floor.
Skinner stayed with one knee on the bed and his other leg on the
floor, looking down at his lover.

"Fox, are you sure you're up to this?" Skinner asked concerned.

Mulder reached for the waist band of Skinner's sweat pants and
slowly, pulled them down to his thighs. His eyes delighted to
discover that Skinner wasn't wearing any underwear. A slight
erection was evident.

"Walter, I need you. I want you. I don't care about anything
else." Mulder whispered, as he rubbed his hands all over
Skinner's exposed flesh, tweaking his nipples, until they were
painfully hard.

Skinner threw his head back and let out a moan. He grasped
Mulder's head as the younger man placed both hands on his ass,
messaging and squeezing the firm globes. Mulder pulled Skinner
forward, so that the older man's groin was in his face. He
released Skinner's ass and grasped his hardened cock. Then he
guided the cock to his mouth and began to kiss and lick the head.
He could already taste the salty discharge at the tip. He paused
a moment to savor the taste, then opened his lips again and took
Skinner in all the way. He sucked hard, allowing his teeth to
skim the sensitive skin. He heard Skinner whimper and he knew he
was doing something right. Mulder held on to Skinner's hips,
while Skinner stroked and racked his fingers through his hair.

Mulder held the base of Skinner's cock with one hand and fondled
his balls with the other. His head a blur, as it moved back and
forth on the rock hard erection. Constant moans and throaty
sounds were coming from Skinner, he was nearing completion and
Mulder knew it. Just a little more and.....

"Ooooh, Ghaaad!!!!!! Fox!!!!!!!" Skinner screamed, as he came
hard and long. Mulder swallowed it all, wiping his mouth with the
back of his hand. Then he looked up at his sated lover, grinning.


"Liked that, huh?" Mulder smirked, knowing what the answer was.

Skinner didn't answer him, he just got up from the bed and
stepped out of his sweats, kicking them out of the way. He
climbed back on the bed, pulling the blanket off Mulder's legs
and leaned down for another breath taking kiss. Then he laid down
beside him, bringing Mulder on top of him. His hands delicately
moved over Mulder's sore back and ass. He heard him hiss, so he
stopped.

"Sorry Mulder, I should have known better. Please forgive me."
Skinner said, rolling Mulder on his side, while Skinner laid on
his own, facing him.

"It's okay Walter, it doesn't hurt that bad. It actually feels
good when you rub me." Mulder said, grabbing Skinner's hand and
placing it his still warm ass.

Skinner rolled Mulder back on top if him and resumed the light
caress of his buttocks. Their genitals were pressing together so
nicely, that Mulder began to moan softly, into Skinner's neck. He
placed a hand on Skinner's naked scalp, rubbing it in an erotic
circular motion. Skinner turned his head and began to sensuously
lick and nibble on Mulder's ear, while he continued to message
his tender ass. This produced a moan from his lover.

Skinner rolled Mulder on his back, catching his mouth with his
and grasping his erection with one hand. He began to stoke
Mulder's cock in a slow, sensual rhythm that caused Mulder's hips
buck off the bed. Skinner released his mouth to look down at his
once again captive lover. Mulder was panting hard, as he looked
into the eyes of the man that he loved more than life it's self.

"Do you want me to make you cum, Fox? Skinner asked, as he
continued to pump his lover's stiff erection.

Mulder looked wide eyed at him and nodded his head furiously.

Skinner gave him another deep, kiss. "All right then," he said,
as he moved his head down to Mulder's groin. He continued to pump
Mulder, as he lapped and sucked at his balls.

Mulder was being driven wild with arousal. He bit on his bottom
lip, with his eyes shut tight. He could feel his orgasm
approaching and he let out a throaty scream, clenching his teeth.
He came hard and all over Skinner's hand, with some spurting on
his face too.

Skinner moved back up to Mulder's mouth and he could taste
himself on Skinner's lips. Then he laid back beside his sated
lover and rested his head on Mulder's chest listening to his
still racing heart beat. He leaned up to look at his chest and
abdomen, still seeing a few remaining welts from the whipping he
gave him moments before. He carefully traced a finger over each
one, then looked at Mulder.

"This hurt?" He asked.

"Not much." Mulder answered honestly.

Skinner bent his head and placed tender kisses on every welt from
his chest to his stomach.

Mulder sighed, arching.

When he was done, Skinner turned him on his stomach. "Turn over
Fox," he gently, commanded, then caressed the sensitive skin,
running tender fingers over the welts that covered his back, ass
and thighs. He moved to kiss every one that he could see. When he
got to Mulder's ass, Skinner began to alternate between kisses
and licks.

Mulder laid with his arms up next to his head, groaning and
clenching his butt cheeks. Skinner gently grasped his ass and
spreaded the cheeks apart, then licked between the crevice from
top to bottom, dipping his tongue into the tight hole.

Mulder was clutching at the bed sheets in a desperate attempt to
endure the sensations Skinner's tongue was causing.

"Oh God, Walter! I feel like I'm going to cum again! Jeeeeus!"
Mulder cried.

Skinner didn't stop to comment. He continued to devour Mulder's
ass, spreading his legs wide so he could lap at the balls that
were hidden underneath.

"Walter......pleeease!!!!!" Mulder screamed, and after a short
time, he was cumming again. It was remarkably more intense than
before. When the spasms subsided, he could do nothing but lay
there gasping. Skinner crawled up next to Mulder and nozzled the
side of his neck. "Could that classify as a multiple?" Skinner
asked, between nozzles.

Mulder turned his head towards Skinner, their lips almost
touching.

"Now I know your plan. After almost beating me to death, you're
going to finish the job like this. Death by orgasm." Mulder
grinned.

Skinner propped his head on his hand, resting a bent knee over
his lover's thighs. "Are you trying to tell me that you had a
near death experience?" He asked, grinning back at Mulder.

"Well, I know that at some point I actually left my body." Mulder
smiled, moving his hand over Skinner's ass and thigh, skimming
the hairs that were there.

"I hope you weren't gone too long, I would've missed you too
much." Skinner said, feeling oddly sappy.

"Awwww, that's so sweet Walter," he said, pressing a finger to
the tip of Skinner's nose. "I had no idea that you were so
adorable and sweet."

"Oh Jeez, what have I done now?" He asked, grabbing Mulder's
finger and playfully biting it.

"Well, if you really want to know. You've created an insatiable
monster." Mulder beamed, pulling his finger away.

"Insatiable, huh?" Skinner questioned, arching an eyebrow.

"Um hum. You still wanna' run me that luke warm tub?" Mulder
asked, playing in Skinner's chest hair.

"If you still want it," he said, rubbing Mulder's warm butt
cheeks, giving him a lecherous smile.

"Oh, I definitely want it, but can you make it a little warmer,
maybe hot even?" Mulder asked, wetting his lips, seductively.

"You are insatiable aren't you?" Skinner asked, slightly
frowning.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Mulder asked, sitting up.

"No, but it might be the death of me. I'm not as young has I used
to be." Skinner moving to sit up next to his lover.

"Who is, besides if it happens, I'll make sure you'll go with a
smile on your face." Mulder said, watching Skinner get up from
the bed.

"Is that a promise?" Skinner asked, hauling Mulder off the bed
with him and pulling him towards the bathroom.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see, but that's not
happening for a very long time." Mulder said, stopping Skinner at
the door to give him a passionate kiss. Then Skinner yanked him
inside and slammed the door.

The End