Disclaimer: These two gorgeous men (Mulder and Skinner) unfortunately 
do not belong to me. They are the property of CC and 1013 Productions. 
No money is being made from this-- just fun.

Warning: This is an NC-17 slash/discipline story. It contains explicit 
sex and corporal punishment between two consensual males. If this 
doesn't rock your world, DO NOT READ! The rest of you have a good 
time!

Summary: The guys spend the day together, but things don't turn out 
exactly as one of them had planned.

Author's Note: I want to thank my beta, Sinister, for her beta skills.

Feedback? Yes please, especially if you want me to post more stories. 
Send it to Sculder42X@aol.com

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A Special Day
By Sculder

Fox Mulder stretched out his lanky form lazily as he awoke from sleep. 
He twisted his body, turning it then laying an arm and a leg across 
his still sleeping lover. He leaned up, watching his beloved sleep. He 
watched as the lines of life and age in his face softened in the 
throws of slumber. The hand that rested on the bare chest decided to 
play in the hairs on the massive torso. Soon the immobile form 
stirred, the chest rising as the body began to awake from sleep. 
Sleepy chestnut eyes opened to look into relaxed hazel ones.

"Morning," Mulder uttered, giving his lover a glorious smile.

"Morning," Skinner smiled back, stretching beneath Mulder's arm and 
leg.

"I'm glad you're awake. Today is a special day," Mulder grinned, 
rubbing his hand across Skinner's chest.

Skinner gave him a quizzical expression.

"Oh come on. Don't tell me you've forgotten," Mulder said, rising up 
on his elbow next to Skinner.

Skinner watched his irate lover for a moment, then said, "No, I 
haven't forgotten. Today's the day you clean the bathroom," he 
announced as a matter of fact.

Mulder sat all the way up and gave Skinner his best look of 
astonishment. 

"I don't believe you! That's not why today is special. Besides that 
would only make the day special to you, not me."

Skinner raised himself up on the bed, resting his back against the 
headboard. He crossed his arms and gave Mulder a blank expression.

"So then, what's so special about today?"

Mulder sighed loudly, closing his eyes and pouting.

"Today is the day we..."

"We both decide to play hooky from work. Is that what you were going 
to say?" Skinner asked, smiling.

"Yes. So you knew. Don't you think that would make today special?" 
Mulder asked, still pouting and looking adorable.

"Of course I do, " he said grabbing his lover into his arms. "I was 
just yanking your chain, that's all."

Mulder fell into the embrace and both men devoured each other's 
mouths, not concerned about morning breath. When the kiss broke, 
Mulder laid his naked body on top of Skinner's, their semi-hard cocks 
lying nicely on top of one another. Mulder propped his chin up on his 
folded arms, looking up at his lover. Skinner caressed the smooth skin 
on Mulder's back, occasionally sliding his hands down to squeeze firm 
ass cheeks.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Mulder asked eagerly.

Skinner lifted his head, as if thinking about it.

"I don't know, but I'm sure you've got some ideas though," he said, 
racking his fingers along Mulder's back, causing the younger man to 
groan softly.

Then Mulder lifted his head. "Well, I do have a few. I mean we have 
the whole day together."

Skinner bent down to kiss the silky hair on his lover's head. 

"Fox, as much as I know you'd like to spend the entire day in bed-- 
and I would, too-- there are things we need to get done around here. 
It isn't everyday we both have a day off."

"That's precisely why we should just lie in bed all day. We don't get 
the chance very often," Mulder said, grinding his hips into Skinner. 
Skinner felt the exquisite friction their penises were making. He knew 
what Mulder was trying to do and if he didn't stop it, they would 
never get out of bed.

Skinner sat all the way up, causing Mulder to roll off him. Mulder 
fell on his back and gave his lover a stupefied look. He watched as 
Skinner got out of bed and padded, naked, into the bathroom.

Mulder sat up, crossing his legs on the bed. He raked his fingers 
through his hair in frustration.

"I knew it, I just knew it!" he said, jumping from the bed. He stood 
at the closed bathroom door, screaming at his lover through it.

"I knew you'd want to do some fuckin' house chores on our day off! You 
are so Goddamned boring!" Mulder yelled at the door. 

Suddenly the door opened. He was face to face with his lover, who 
didn't look too happy. Mulder backed up a little, swallowing hard.

Skinner walked out of the bathroom, folding his arms. 

"So, you think I'm boring, do you?"

Mulder's eyes grew wide. 

"Um...I didn't really mean it, I was just..."

"You were just telling me how boring I am because I refuse to waste an 
entire day fucking," he finished, glaring.

Mulder frowned and walked a little closer to Skinner, getting in his 
face. 

"Waste an entire day? That's what you think you'd be doing if we 
fucked all day? Fucking me would be a waste of time?"

Skinner knew he had said the wrong thing. He could tell Mulder was 
very upset and hurt by his words. This was the last thing he wanted to 
happen. He did consider this day special because they would be 
together. They just had different ideas on how they would spend it. 
Skinner raised his hand towards Mulder's face but Mulder moved back 
out of reach.

"Fox, please-- that's not what I meant. Making love to you would never 
be a waste of time. I just thought that since we had the time we would 
get a few things done. We wouldn't do it for the whole day, just part 
of it. A small part," Skinner said, trying to convince his lover of 
his intent.

Mulder stood watching Skinner. He didn't want to forgive him just yet. 
He went to sit on the bed.

"So, what is it that needs to get done today?" he asked, annoyed.

Skinner glanced at the clock on the nightstand as he walked over to 
stand in front of Mulder.

"Well, it's already 9:06 AM. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. 
Let's get some breakfast then we can make plans."

Mulder shrugged then got up to walk into the bathroom. When he had 
finished peeing, he went back into the bedroom and noticed Skinner was 
gone. He decided to get dressed and go down to the kitchen. 

Once he got there, he saw his lover making breakfast completely naked. 
Mulder watched as Skinner moved around the kitchen, his cock bobbing 
with every motion. Mulder leaned against the doorsill, folding his 
arms across his chest. He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his 
face.

"I think you forgot something," Mulder said, chuckling.

"And what might that be?" Skinner asked, not looking at Mulder.

"Um...some clothes?"

"Oh, I didn't forget them. I've chosen not to wear any today. I 
figured since today is a special day, that we should do something 
special. Are you with me?" Skinner asked, standing much too close to 
the stove, considering his state of undress.

"Yeah, I guess so," Mulder said a little apprehensively.

"Good. Then get your clothes off," he ordered, glancing at Mulder.

Mulder lifted his T-shirt over his head then pushed his sweats down 
and off his feet. He wasn't wearing any underwear. He laid his clothes 
over the back of one of the kitchen chairs then stood completely 
naked, feeling somewhat stupid. Mulder actually found himself 
blushing.

"The waffles are ready. Can you get the juice from the frig?" Skinner 
asked, laying two waffles on a plate and placing it on the table.

Mulder padded over to the frig and opened the door, immediately 
feeling the cold air on his naked body. He quickly grabbed the 
container of OJ and shut the door. He carried the juice to the table 
and sat down, taking in a sharp breath.

"What's wrong?" Skinner asked, placing juice glasses on the table.

Mulder looked up, sheepishly.

"The seat's kinda' cold."

Skinner chuckled and sat down himself on the wooden chair.

"It's not so bad."

Both men sat eating their breakfast in companionable silence. 

"Fox, would you pour us some coffee please?"

Mulder looked at the hot coffee pot on the stove then at the mugs on 
the table. Then he looked at his lover. Did he really want him to risk 
getting the coffee pot and pouring hot coffee in their mugs? Mulder 
just sat staring at his mug, which suddenly looked extremely small.

"Fox, is there something wrong?"

Mulder's eyes jerked away from the mug and up to his lover's face. 

"No, nothing's wrong," he said, getting up from the table. Once he got 
to the stove, he took a deep breath and reached for the scalding 
kettle. He lifted it, held it for a while then taking another deep 
breath, he slowly carried it to the table. He placed his steps 
carefully, holding his breath as he went.

Skinner sat watching his nervous lover with an amused expression. 
Mulder was making his way towards the table, carefully holding the 
kettle far away from his unclothed body. Once he reached the table, he 
paused, just holding the kettle in the air. His arm shook from the 
effort. Skinner lifted his mug towards the kettle.

"No Walter! Please, put the mug back down on the table. Please," 
Mulder said, nervously.

Skinner obeyed and put down his mug. He leaned on his hand, watching 
what would happen next. Mulder slowly lowered the kettle towards the 
Skinner's mug. Once he got it at the brim, he tilted the kettle so the 
hot liquid could flow out and into the mug. Again holding his breath, 
he watched as the coffee poured out and began to fill the mug. When it 
reached close to the brim, Mulder leveled the kettle, stopping the 
flow. He let out a small sigh of relief then moved the kettle to his 
mug. Once again, he tilted it and allowed the hot brew to pour into 
the mug. This time as he did it, his arm began to shake. So much so as 
the liquid rose in the mug, Mulder couldn't level the kettle to stop 
it. Scalding coffee flowed over the edge of the mug and onto the 
table. Skinner immediately jumped up and Mulder stepped away from the 
table.

Mulder placed the kettle back on the stove and ran to get some paper 
towels. After sopping up the coffee, Mulder glanced at his lover.

"Sorry."

Skinner walked over to Mulder, placing an arm around his shoulders.

"It's okay, Fox. I knew it was going to be a little perilous for you. 
You did good," he said, patting him on the back, then the ass. Skinner 
refilled their mugs and both men drank their coffee, taking care not 
to spill any on themselves. 

After the table was cleared and the dishes put away, Mulder leaned 
back on the counter.

"So, what's next?"

Skinner gave his lover a feral grin then moved to stand in front of 
his very naked subordinate. He wrapped his arms around him, while 
Mulder didn't move an inch.

"So, I guess this means you want to fool around?" Mulder asked, 
smugly.

"Yeah, why not? We've got time. Besides, you look damn good, baby!" 
Skinner growled, nuzzling on Mulder's neck.

Mulder gave him a bored expression, still not reacting to Skinner.

"Well, I think we should get to those chores you spoke about," Mulder 
said, pushing Skinner away from him.

Skinner fell back, with a dazed look on his face. Was Fox Mulder 
actually rejecting his advances? Mulder stomped pass Skinner and was 
just about to walk out the kitchen when an arm reached out and grabbed 
him.

"Get you ass back here!" Skinner barked, pulling Mulder into his arms.

"Get off me! You would rather do house work, so let's do it!" Mulder 
shouted, trying to get out of Skinner's grasp. 

When Mulder twisted around, Skinner caught him around his body, 
trapping his arms. The two naked men began to wrestle around the 
kitchen.

"Fox, cut it out or I'm going to spank your behind," Skinner said, 
lifting his younger lover off the floor. Mulder took this opportunity 
to push at the kitchen table with his feet.

"Spank me? What do you think I am, a child?" Mulder asked, continuing 
to thrash around, knocking things off the table.

"You're acting like a child, so you should be spanked like a child!" 
Skinner yelled, still trying to get his unruly lover under control. 

Suddenly, Mulder's feet pushed on the table, causing Skinner to spin 
him around toward the counter. Then his feet hit the food processor 
and sent it crashing to the floor. Both men stood still, staring down 
on the broken appliance. Mulder still had his feet up on the counter 
and Skinner was still holding him. Finally, Mulder put his feet back 
on the floor and Skinner let him go. Mulder slowly moved away from 
him. Skinner leaned a hand on the counter and placed the other one on 
his hip then he glared at Mulder.

"What are you lookin' at me like that for? You were the one who 
grabbed me."

"I had to grab you because you were leaving."

"Oh, so I can't leave a room when I want to?" Mulder asked irately.

Skinner was about to answer but decided not to. This wasn't the way he 
wanted to spend his day off with his lover. He lowered his head, 
closing his eyes then he looked at Mulder again. This time he was 
somewhat calmer.

"Look Fox, I really don't want to waste time arguing."

"Or fucking me," Mulder said, folding his arms.

Skinner sighed, shaking his head. This boy was determined to keep this 
going, he thought.

"Fox, this is supposed to be a special day. Don't you want to spend it 
doing something special and not arguing or fighting?" Skinner asked, 
walking toward Mulder and placing his hands on his shoulders. He moved 
in to give the younger man a passionate kiss. The kiss left Mulder 
literally weak in the knees. He wrapped his arms around Skinner and 
the two men fell into an embrace. Mulder laid his forehead on 
Skinner's shoulder.

"You're right, Walter. It's dumb to waste time fighting when we could 
be doing other things," Mulder said, cupping Skinner's ass with both 
hands. Skinner's only reply was to grind his groin into Mulder's. They 
kissed again, moaning into each other's mouths.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," Mulder rasped, taking Skinner by the 
hand and pulling him out of the kitchen. Skinner pulled him back, not 
budging.

"What? Let's go," he said, trying to pull his large lover without 
success.

"We have something to take care of first," Skinner said, pulling 
Mulder over to the table.

Mulder looked at his lover with wide confused eyes. "Walter, what are 
you doing?"

"Well, we still need to address what just happened here," Skinner 
said, glancing down at the broken processor.

"What are you taking about? The food processor fell on the floor, no 
biggie. I'll just pick it up." 

Mulder bent to pick up the food processor and Skinner grabbed him 
around the back of the neck stopping him.

"You can pick it up later. I want you over the table," Skinner 
ordered, pushing Mulder on the table and holding him down.

"Hey! Walter! Why do you want me to bend over the table? You gonna' 
fuck me?" Mulder asked hopefully.

"No, not exactly," Skinner said, caressing Mulder's butt.

"W-what are you going to do?" he asked, trying to lean up from the 
table.

"Well, I recall saying I would give you a spanking if you didn't 
stop."

"Oh Shit! Walter, you can't be serious! You're not going to spank me! 
This is ridiculous! I'm a grown man!" Mulder shouted, kicking his 
legs.

"You sure didn't act like a grown man a few minutes ago. Your behavior 
broke a perfectly good-and expensive--food processor and you know how 
I love to use it when I cook." 

Skinner placed a powerful hand on Mulder's back, keeping him from 
getting up.

"Walter, I'll pay for it! I'll buy another one! Please, let me up!"

"Oh you will buy another one, but first I think you need a good old 
fashioned spanking."

Skinner reached over and grabbed a metal spatula from the wall. Mulder 
looked over his shoulder and saw what Skinner was holding.

"Walter, don't do this! It wasn't all my fault! You were the one who 
grabbed me causing my legs to knock over the processor!" Mulder 
continued to try and plead his case. "I was trying to get you not to 
leave. When I grabbed you, you should have just stopped instead of 
fighting me the way you did," Skinner said, tapping the spatula on 
Mulder's bare ass.

"I'm sorry! I won't do it ever again! I promise! Please don't spank 
me!"

"Too late, Fox, I think you've had this coming for quite sometime. All 
those times you were insubordinate in the office, not obeying direct 
orders and just being a pain in the ass." 

Skinner raised the spatula and brought it down hard on Mulder's right 
butt cheek.

"Owwww! Walter, that fuckin' hurt!" Mulder said, kicking his legs.

"Good!" he said, smacking the other cheek.

"Ouch! Okay Walter, I've learned my lesson. You can stop now."

"Oh, this is far from over," Skinner said, as he began to smack 
Mulder's cheeks, back and forth - from one to the other.

"Ahhhh! Please, this really hurts! Stop!"

Skinner continued to alter the color of Mulder's ass cheeks. The once 
white globes were turning a deep red. Mulder continued to scream and 
bang his hands on the table. Suddenly, Skinner stopped and threw the 
spatula into the sink.

"Thank God!" Mulder exclaimed, believing his torture had finally come 
to an end. He tried to lift himself up, but Skinner's hand kept him in 
place. The next thing Mulder felt was a rough hand rubbing his sore, 
hot flesh.

"Walter, that hurts!"

"You haven't felt anything yet," Skinner said, slapped Mulder's ass 
hard.

"Owwww, shit! Walter, please, no more!" 

Mulder tried again to get up and this time he almost made it. Skinner 
laid his forearm on Mulder's back while his free hand made his ass 
hotter and redder. Now Mulder began to sob in earnest as Skinner's 
hand went from one cheek to the other, over and over again. Finally he 
stopped and rubbed his hand over the toasty buns. Hot enough, he 
thought to himself. Skinner leaned up off Mulder, who just laid there 
and continued to sob miserably.

Skinner stood watching his pitiful lover and thought that maybe he'd 
gone too far. He placed a hand gently on Mulder's back, patting it.

"Easy Fox, it's all over now. Come on, let me help you up." 

Skinner gently grasped Mulder's arm and helped him to stand. Once up, 
Skinner stood back to give the younger man some more time to control 
himself.

Mulder's hands immediately went to his burning buns. He tried to rub 
some of the sting from them. He only removed his hand long enough to 
wipe away tears and snot from his face. He kept his head down, too 
embarrassed to look his lover in the face.

"I thought you loved me," Mulder sniffled and pouted.

"Fox, you know I do," Skinner said, moving towards Mulder. Mulder 
backed away.

"Then how could you beat me like that?" Mulder asked, lifting his eyes 
a little, then lowering them again.

"Fox, I didn't beat you. I punished you for your behavior."

"I don't see the difference," Mulder said, continuing to rub his sore 
butt.

"Well, there is a difference, a big difference. I felt you needed to 
be disciplined for what you did. I did it because I love you and I 
don't want you to act that way ever again," Skinner explained, trying 
to get close to his young lover, but Mulder was still moving away.

"You're not my father! I don't think you have the right to treat me 
like that!" Mulder yelled, finally looking directly at Skinner.

"You're right, Fox, I didn't have the right to do what I did to you, 
but as someone who loves and cares about you, I felt I'm entitled to 
make sure you behave properly. If that means spanking your butt to 
make sure it happens, then so be it."

"And I don't get a say in this?"

"Well, yes you do, but I'm not sure if you know what's best for you. 
If I left this situation up to you, I'm not sure you would have 
allowed it."

"I sure as hell wouldn't have allowed it! Why would anyone in their 
right mind allow someone to spank them?" Mulder asked, picking up the 
spatula from the sink and throwing it back in.

Skinner got as close as Mulder would allow. 

"Because that person would know he was being spanked because he had 
someone who cared enough about him to do it. He had someone who loved 
and wanted to protect him from himself. He had someone who loved him 
so much that he would test the boundaries of their love by doing 
something so unconventional-- but very necessary."

The two men stood in front of one another. Mulder was looking at his 
lover with wide astonished eyes. He was trying to process everything 
Skinner had said. He was being told this spanking was a testament of 
the love Skinner felt for him. He wanted to show him the error of his 
ways and keep him on the straight and narrow. Mulder's father used to 
beat him saying it was for his own good. At the time, Mulder never 
believed that it was, but now, strangely enough, he could see it. 
Maybe it was because he knew Skinner loved him. He never thought that 
about his father. He didn't truly believe Skinner would ever hurt him 
intentionally. There must've been a very good reason for Skinner to 
feel he needed to do this to him.

"You say you s-spanked me because of my bad behavior and you wanted me 
to change and not do it again...and you wouldn't have done it if you 
didn't love me?" Mulder said, in a soft voice.

"Yes, Fox, that's right. If I didn't love or care about you, I would 
let you behave any way you wanted to, even if I knew you were harming 
yourself in the process."

Mulder looked away and when he looked up again, he had fresh tears in 
his eyes.

"No one has ever done anything like this for me. No one has ever cared 
enough about me to try."

"I do, Fox. I love you and I care about you and I always will. As long 
as I'm around, I will never let you get away with anything that you 
shouldn't."

Mulder lowered his head again and his shoulders began to shake with 
anguish. Skinner opened his arms.

"Come here, baby," he commanded in a tender voice. 

Mulder slowly moved toward Skinner and fell into his welcoming 
embrace. Skinner placed Mulder's head on his shoulder and caressed the 
back of his head. Mulder began to sob more.

"Shhhh, it's okay, Fox. I'm here for you. Everything will be okay."

Mulder cried it all out on his lover's shoulder then raised his head.

"I'm sorry I broke the food processor," Mulder said, wiping the snot 
from his nose.

"I know you are. All is forgiven now," Skinner said, taking his 
lover's face in his hands. He looked into Mulder's eyes. 

"Fox, I want you to know that I wouldn't have done what I did to you 
if I didn't love you. It's important you understand that."

"I understand Walter, but..." Mulder couldn't finish his statement. 
Skinner held his head firmly, preventing him from looking away.

"But what? Tell me, Fox," Skinner insisted.

"Will you be doing that to me again?" Mulder asked, looking into 
Skinner's eyes.

Skinner let go of his head and wrapped his arm around the back of 
Mulder's neck.

"Do you plan on behaving badly again?"

Mulder just shrugged.

Skinner pulled Mulder forward, with his head still locked within his 
arm. 

"I asked you a question."

"I don't know, Walter! Let me go!" Mulder yelled, grabbing the arm 
that was locked around his neck.

Skinner was now playfully tugging Mulder around the room in the 
headlock.

"What if I don't wanna' let you go, huh? You gonna' break something 
else?" he asked, pulling Mulder toward the floor.

"No, I won't break anything else! I promise!" Mulder continued to yell 
as he let Skinner wrestle him to the floor. Once down, Skinner 
released Mulder's head and stood over him.

Mulder sat on the hard tiled floor for a second before he remembered 
his still tender bottom. He hissed then rolled onto his hands and 
knees. Skinner got down on the floor behind him and gently rubbed his 
lover's warm globes. Mulder bent his head and closed his eyes, 
surrendering to the wonderful sensation.

"That's good!" Mulder moaned.

"Is it, baby? I want you to feel good now. Real good. You wanna' feel 
real good?" Skinner asked, nuzzling Mulder's neck and back with tiny 
kisses.

"Mmmm, yeah. I wanna' feel good," Mulder continued to moan as his head 
turned to find Skinner's lips.

"Do you want me to fuck this hot ass?" Skinner asked, still rubbing 
and squeezing Mulder's butt cheeks.

"Yes, please," Mulder whispered.

"Tell me what you want me to do," Skinner commanded as he slid a 
finger down Mulder's butt crack.

"I w-want you to fuck me. Please!"

"Oh, you're such a good and polite boy, aren't you?" Skinner asked, 
pushing the finger into the puckered hole.

"Yes," Mulder groaned.

"No more spanking for you, my good boy. Instead you're going to get 
fucked."

"Yes, please! Fuck me! Now Walter, please!" Mulder begged, pushing his 
ass back on Skinner's finger. Skinner pulled out his finger and 
slapped Mulder's awaiting ass.

"I'm getting some lube. Just hold on," Skinner said as he got up and 
pulled open a cabinet. He took out a bottle of cooking oil and poured 
some on his fingers. Mulder looked back to see what Skinner was doing.

"Cooking oil?"

"It's the next best thing or would you rather me go all the way 
upstairs and get the Astro-Glide from the nightstand in the bedroom?"

"No, no, cooking oil will be fine," Mulder said, leaning down on his 
elbows to allow his butt cheeks to spread wider.

"That's what I thought." 

Skinner pushed two fingers into Mulder's ass. He pulled out, then 
added a third. Mulder was gyrating his ass and groaning.

"Walter, your cock, please!"

Skinner removed his fingers and rubbed some cooking oil on his cock. 
Then he positioned his stiffened cock at Mulder's opening. Once he had 
pressed the head of his cock at Mulder's hole, Skinner placed his 
hands on his ass and gently pulled the cheeks apart. Carefully Skinner 
slid into his lover's ass, sliding all the way in. He stayed there for 
what seemed like an eternity to Mulder.

"Walter, fuck me, pleeease!"

Skinner pulled all the way out and before Mulder could plead again, he 
slammed back into him. He grabbed Mulder around his body and pulled 
him onto his hands then held onto his hips and began to thrust in and 
out of Mulder's ass fiercely. Mulder's head was moving from side to 
side and he was grunting. Skinner placed a hand into Mulder's hair, 
pulling it a bit as he thrust in. Mulder lifted his head and his mouth 
dropped open. He wiggled his tongue around on his lips. Mulder could 
feel Skinner's balls slapping his ass with every thrust.

"I like the way your balls are slapping me," Mulder managed to rasp 
out.

Skinner was no longer able to form complete sentences. He just grunted 
as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Mulder's cock was fully erect 
and he craved to touch it, but he knew that if he tried he would lose 
his balance and fall on his face.

"Walter, my cock...please...touch it."

Without missing a thrust, Skinner removed his right hand from Mulder's 
hip and grabbed his erection. Mulder immediately began to hump into 
his hand. It only took a few thrusts into his hand before Mulder's 
cock was squirting. Skinner pumped it until he was sure it was empty 
then he returned to pounding into his now sated lover. Skinner could 
feel his orgasm rising within him. He continued to fuck Mulder until 
finally his climax arrived. Skinner came into Mulder's ass then 
slipped out, falling backwards on the floor, exhausted. Mulder 
collapsed stretching out on the floor and into his own semen. He was 
so tired that he didn't care.

After a few moments of breathing hard, Mulder sat up as best he could 
without sitting on his sore ass, which was sore not just from the 
spanking now.

"That was fucking amazing!" Mulder exclaimed, crawling toward his 
lover.

Skinner reached out for Mulder once he got close and caressed the side 
of his face.

"That was pretty good, wasn't it?" Skinner grinned.

"Pretty good? Shit, it was more than pretty good. You haven't fucked 
me that hard in quite a while," Mulder said, laying his head on 
Skinner's chest.

"I guess the temptation of fucking this hot little ass was too much 
for me to bare," Skinner admitted, rubbing said ass. "I can't believe 
it, it's still warm."

"You warmed it up pretty good with that fuckin' spatula."

"Not to mention the job my hand did," he said, still massaging the 
heated globes.

Mulder snorted and leaned up to kiss Skinner. Both men kissed 
passionately for a few seconds, then Mulder withdrew.

"Walter, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Did you...um...enjoy spanking me?" Mulder asked with embarrassment.

"You mean did I get hard while I was spanking you?"

"Well, yeah. Did you?"

Skinner looked down into the face of his inquisitive lover and planted 
another kiss on the pouty lips before he answered.

"No, no. I didn't get hard. I didn't enjoy it at all. Fox, it was 
meant to correct, not arouse."

"Thank God," Mulder said, lowering himself back down on Skinner's 
chest.

Skinner caressed the silky hair.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I'm just glad to hear you didn't get off on it, that's all."

"Why, because you're afraid I may add this to our erotic play?"

Mulder looked up at Skinner. 

"I wouldn't put it past you." After thinking some more, Mulder said, 
"You really didn't like doing it, right?"

"Well..."

Mulder got up on his knees. 

"Walter, don't play with me! You wouldn't think of spanking me for 
your pleasure, would you?!?" Mulder's eyes were wide.

Skinner raised his eyebrows.

"Walter, tell me you won't! Tell me Walter!" Mulder yelled, grabbing 
Skinner's head.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I won't spank you for my pleasure. I was only 
fooling with ya'," Skinner said, chuckling.

Mulder released his head. 

"Not funny, Walter. That spanking really hurt. I would not want to go 
through it ever again," Mulder said, getting up from the floor and 
moving towards the frig. "I'm getting a beer, you want one?"

Skinner rose from the floor also. 

"Yeah." 

He caught the can that Mulder threw at him.

"If you don't ever want it to happen again, you'd better start 
behaving yourself," Skinner said, leaning back on the kitchen counter 
and taking a swig of beer.

Mulder popped the top on his beer and took a long swig himself. Then 
he wiped his mouth with his hand.

"I don't intend to ever do anything wrong ever again."

Skinner glared at him.

"Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it," Skinner smirked, downing 
the rest of his beer and throwing the can in the trash.

Mulder followed suit, ending with an enormously loud burp. Skinner 
looked at him and folded his arms across his chest.

"What?" Mulder asked.

"What do you mean, 'what'? Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

Mulder thought for a moment. 

"Oh. Excuse me," he said, chuckling.

Skinner continued to glare at him. "I think it's extremely rude of you 
to belch like that and not say 'excuse me'." 



"I said 'excuse me'. What more do you want? Besides, it's just us."

"So, you don't think you need to respect me?"

Mulder was getting the feeling that Skinner was trying to start 
something.

"Walter, what? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you by not 
saying 'excuse me'. You know I respect you," Mulder said, caressing 
his lover's smooth scalp.

When Mulder got close enough, Skinner smacked him hard on the ass. 
Mulder jumped back, grabbing his stinging butt.

"Ow, Walter! I said I was sorry! You didn't have to hit me!" Mulder 
exclaimed, rubbing his still tender behind.

"That's just a reminder of what will happen if you forget to do the 
right thing," Skinner said, leaning up from the counter and walking 
out the kitchen.

Mulder followed him out, still holding his butt. 

"This is not good. It's not good at all!"

"What are you talking about?" Skinner asked as he went upstairs to 
their bedroom.

Mulder was still right behind him. 

"You're turning into a sadist or something. You can't wait for the 
chance to spank me again, can you?"

Skinner stopped in front of the bathroom door and turned to his lover. 

"Fox, I wouldn't say that. I would rather not have to spank you ever 
again, but that'll be up to you." Skinner then padded into the 
bathroom. >From inside he said, "I'm gonna' take a shower. Ya' wanna' 
join me?"

Mulder stood in the doorway, pouting. 

"Stop pouting and get your ass in here."

Mulder glanced at him. Skinner wasn't even looking at him.

"How did you know I was pouting?"

Skinner answered from inside. 

"Because I know you. I also know it's only a matter of time before you 
screw up again and I'll have you bent over something."

"I knew it! You can't wait to get at my ass again," Mulder said, 
placing his hands on his hips.

Skinner appeared in the doorway. He looked at Mulder for a while. 

"You're right," he said.

Mulder's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. 

"I am?"

"Yes, you are. I can't wait to get at your ass again. C'mere," Skinner 
said, moving toward his now frightened lover.

Mulder was backing away. A suddenly approaching wall was the only 
thing that stopped him. 

"Walter, you can't mean it! I didn't do anything to deserve another 
spanking!"

"Who said anything about another spanking? I'm talking about getting 
your ass." 

Skinner lunged at his lover and spun him around then he fell to his 
knees. He sank his face into Mulder's butt crack, spreading the cheeks 
with his hands. Mulder placed his hands on the wall, resting his 
forehead against it. He spread his legs wide and pushed out his butt. 
Skinner was giving him the rimming of his life. He felt Skinner's wet, 
hot tongue probing deep inside him. Then he pulled out to slide it up 
and down along the crevice. 

Mulder was writhing against the wall, moaning. 

"Ah, Walter...hmmm, that's so good!"

Skinner licked the underside of his lover's balls and felt the man 
shiver. He stopped and tilted his head up. 

"I've got your ass, right where I want it. You got a problem with 
that?" he asked, giving it a slap.

"No, no problem," Mulder gasped. "You can get my ass like this anytime 
you want."

"Good. Now-- where was I?" 

Skinner resumed eating out Mulder's ass to the pleasurable sounds 
coming from the man above him.

Both men seemed to have had a special day after all. A very special 
day.

                                  The End