When Push Comes to Shove 2: Skinner Shoves Back
Authors: Cerulean Blue and Jo B.
E-mail addresses: Cerulean_Blue@juno.com and purplefox@usfamily.netRating: NC-17
Keywords: M/K M/Sk Sk/K M/Sk/K SLASH
Disclaimer: The X-Files are the property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting.
Summary: AU Story. The A.D. gets his delectable revenge on our rascally duo, the Fox and the Rat!
Authors Notes: This story is a sequel to "When Push Comes to Shove," written for Ter/ma's November challenge.
Feedback is always welcome. Any constructive suggestions are appreciated.
WARNING! This story contains explicit Sex/Romance between two or more men. Turn back now, if the subject matter offends you.
WARNING! This story contains non-consensual sex.
Okay to Archive: Terma, Down in the Basement, and MTA, others please ask first.
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5:30 AM
Outside Mulder's Apartment BuildingA.D. Skinner frowned as he watched Mulder exit from his apartment building for his customary early morning run. He was sitting in his black Lexus parked half a block up the street, stealthily watching and admiring the agent's form as he broke into a run, his long legs letting him gather speed quickly.
It had been two weeks since their ill-fated trip to San Francisco. Mulder and his lover Krycek had taken advantage of Skinner's vulnerability, the hold Krycek had over him with the nanocytes, and forced him into a bizarre ménage a trois that included Krycek fucking Skinner twice, once with an uncomfortably enormous dildo. Skinner had not known that Mulder was involved with Krycek, thinking at the time that he was just as much of a victim as himself, and had even felt protective towards the stunning agent. He was incredibly attracted to Mulder, and a part of him had been glad that he had been forced into a sexual situation with him, hoping for a permanent relationship with him after the experience was over. When he had found out that Mulder and Krycek were lovers, having followed them from the airport after returning to DC, he had felt bitterly betrayed indeed.
Now he sat in his car, plotting his revenge. His lust for Mulder had merged with fury at his betrayal, becoming an explosive combination that threatened to overwhelm his reason. He wanted Mulder all the more fiercely, but this driving passion was no longer tempered with kindness and concern for the agent. As far as Skinner was concerned, Mulder was no better than a devious slut, a selfish, master manipulator who deserved the harshest form of revenge or discipline that he could possibly invoke upon the agent. And Skinner was determined to see that he got it!
He scowled angrily as he watched Mulder's form disappear into the early morning mist. Skinner put his car in drive and pulled away from the curve turning on his headlights. It was Saturday, and he had a lot of work to get done this weekend. He drove on the Parkway heading toward Baltimore.
Twenty-two years ago in 1977 when he was a young rookie FBI agent, he had worked on a grizzly serial murder case. The killer would pick up prostitutes in Baltimore, D.C., and Annapolis. He would then torture and kill them and dump their headless corpses into Chesapeake Bay. It had been a long grueling case before they finally tracked the killer to an isolated house just outside the small town of Cape Haven on Chesapeake Bay. The killer, Mr. Gideon Gregor, still had a victim chained in the basement of his house when the FBI task force arrived. The basement was a nightmarish torture chamber with the heads of his victims proudly displayed like prized trophies in large mason jars filled with formaldehyde.
Skinner shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts of Gregor from it as he steered his car onto the highway going to Cape Haven. He could still recall the smell of death and vomit from that day over two decades ago. The crime scene hadn't affected him like it had the other agents, he had seen worse in Nam. The town was located only twenty-five minutes from Baltimore and fifty-five minutes from D.C. The house itself was a beautiful old Colonial built in 1862, with detailed craftsmanship. Mr. Gregor had been a carpenter and had totally renovated of the house. One year after his conviction, Mr. Gregor's family put the house up for sale. It sat unsold for two years, and the price kept dropping. No one wanted to purchase a house with such a sordid history. However, Skinner had fallen in love with the house, which sat on a cliff overlooking the bay, but even he was hesitant to purchase it. Not because of the killings that had occurred there, but for the way it would look for a FBI agent to purchase such an infamous property. He had hopes of becoming an Assistant Director one day, and his superiors would frown on such a scandalous purchase. When the price dropped to forty-five thousand dollars, Skinner couldn't resist. It was priced a quarter of what a house that size and location sold for in 1980. He purchased it under his mother's maiden name, with hopes that when he retired from the FBI he'd spend the remainder of his years in the quiet community of Cape Haven. His wife of one year had not been happy that he had bought the property without telling her, and Sharon had flat out refused to ever live there.
No one knew about his property, not the FBI, not the consortium. He paid the taxes and insurance through an escrow account set up by his attorney. He'd hired a local landscaping company to maintain the grounds in the spring and summer, and a cleaning service that stopped out twice a month. It would be the perfect place to bring Mulder to teach that pretty bastard what a mistake he'd made by messing with one Walter Sergei Skinner. Skinner's hands tightened the steering wheel as he thought of Mulder, of those sexy lips, beautiful eyes, and long legs. He was going to teach the deceiving slut a lesson that he would never forget.
***
Mulder finished his run and returned to his apartment. He missed Alex. His lover had been gone a week, checking out a lead on the alien rebels' base. Mulder stripped out of his sweats and turned on the shower. He stood in front of the toilet bowl and emptied his bladder. Scully was pissed at him. She wasn't buying that his girlfriend was away on business. He was going to have to come clean with Scully and tell her about him and Alex, and hope that she didn't shoot him again. One bright spot was that Skinner was behaving like their night of forced sex together never happened. Mulder had been worried that Skinner would want to talk about it, and all that Mulder wanted to do was forget it ever happened. Forget about how incredible it felt to kiss Skinner while being filled with Skinner's enormous cock.
Mulder climbed into the shower and reached for the container of bath and shower gel, which he squirted into a washcloth. He lathered up his groin and reached back to clean his ass, he wished for the umpteenth time that Alex was there with him.
Krycek quietly opened Mulder's apartment door and stepped inside. He smiled when he heard the shower running. Krycek locked the door and started stripping out of his grime-covered clothes. He had spent the last two days on the road, sleeping in his car at truck stops. He wanted a shower almost as badly as he wanted to fuck Mulder. He cautiously approached the bathroom, already imagining the sight of Mulder's lithe body as it was pelted with the warm water and mist. He opened the door and saw Mulder's elegant, long back facing him as he washed himself in the shower.
As he opened the shower door, Mulder jumped and turned around. "Jesus! Alex, you scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry, babe, I couldn't resist. You looked so inviting that I thought I'd join you!" Krycek laughed.
Mulder shook his head in resignation. His lover seemed to do whatever he pleased, to hell with the consequences, consequences that he had warned Mulder so pointedly about before their escapade with Skinner. "Well, come on in, the water's fine!" he smiled, taking in Krycek's beautiful body at a glance.
Krycek entered the shower and picked up Mulder's washcloth, starting to wash him with the easy intimacy of a longtime lover. "Have I missed anything since I've been gone?"
"No, not much. Work's been okay, no great shakes. Scully's pissed at me for worming out of her couplesy dinner invitations. She wants to meet you."
Krycek snorted. "That'll be a stitch! How are you going to break the news to her?"
Mulder sighed. "I really don't know. She won't take the news well, believe me."
"Just make sure you tell her when she doesn't have her gun on her."
"Yeah, right," Mulder responded with a feeble smile as the warm mist wafted around him. "As far as Skinner goes, he's been acting as if everything's normal, like we never slept together, never had our little threesome in San Fran."
"That's the way it should be," Krycek said lightly, but his eyes were like daggers. "Hope you're not disappointed."
"No, not really. I just find it puzzling, he kept nudging me the week we spent together at the Harrington, and then wanted to drive me home from the airport, but now he barely spends any time alone with me, and when he does, it's all business," Mulder responded.
"Sounds like you're disappointed. Foxy—"
"I said not to call me that! I'm not disappointed, Alex, for godsakes, you're a bit too fucking jealous, don't you think? Why did you agree to go along with it in the first place if you were so jealous?" Mulder exclaimed, frustrated with his lover's possessiveness.
"I already explained that to you."
"A damn poor explanation, if you ask me. However, I'm just mentioning it because I think it's strange, that's all. I don't have the desire to fend him off, believe me, but it isn't like Skinner to drop something so easily," Mulder said.
Krycek put the washcloth down in the soapdish and reached over to hold Mulder's face. He kissed him tenderly. "As much as I think you're dynamite, lover, I don't think it's odd for Skinner to desist when you laid down the law. You're his employee, after all, and the whole situation's precarious for him. He could get nailed big time, baby, and like I said, when it comes to saving his own skin, our man Skinner is only out for himself."
"Alex—"
"Sshhh. I didn't come here to talk about the big, bad A.D." Krycek said. "I came here to see you." He leaned over and kissed Mulder deeply and slowly, in the midst of the torrent of water, reaching around to seize and knead his perfect buttocks.
Mulder sighed and melted in his arms. He then gripped Krycek around his neck and kissed him back hard, rubbing his groin back and forth against Krycek's until they were both unbearably hard, and panting into each other's mouths.
Krycek reached between their two bodies and started stroking their cocks together, hard and fast. Neither man had had sex in a week, so all it took was several firm strokes and they were both coming, and screaming out their passion. They leaned into each other to keep from falling.
"Hmm, that was nice, hon," Mulder murmured huskily into Krycek's ear. After a couple of minutes, he pushed away and stood on shaky legs. Mulder caressed Krycek's cheek, his fingers scraping over a four-day growth of beard. "Pass me the shampoo, Alex, I'll wash your hair for you, while you get that trail dust off."
"Are you implying that I'm dirty?" Krycek grinned.
"Filthy— and battered," Mulder said, noticing the cuts and bruises for the first time. "How did you get this big bruise on your hip, and those cuts and bruises on your legs?"
"I fell," Krycek replied pensively. Handing the shampoo to Mulder, he backed under the spray to get his hair wet.
Mulder picked up the washcloth and passed it to him, standing behind Alex he squeezed some shampoo into his hand and started washing his hair. "Explain fell to me, Alex?"
Krycek really didn't like talking about this part of his life with Mulder, but he knew his lover wouldn't be satisfied until he found out what happened. "I was being chased across a rocky terrain in New Mexico, it was nighttime, and I wasn't able to see very well. I ended up stepping on some loose gravel and falling down a steep hill." Krycek chuckled bitterly. "I did evade my pursuers though."
"You're lucky you didn't break your leg or your neck!" Mulder growled.
Krycek rinsed his head under the spray. "I'm a big boy, Fox. I can take care of myself!"
"I want to go with you next time, you need someone to watch your back," Mulder argued.
"Here use this and wash it," Krycek growled, tossing him the washcloth.
Mulder sighed; squirting some shower gel on it, he started washing his lover's long back and ass. "Alex, if anything ever happened to you I wouldn't want to go on living. You have become my life. I've never been happier than when we are together," he said softly, trailing kisses down Alex's back as he washed, trying to convince him to take him with next time.
Krycek softened. "I'm sorry, Fox. I didn't mean to snap at you. You have your job at the FBI to think about, and I don't want you to jeopardize it by going on covert missions with me."
"I can quit my job. You mean more to me than it does."
Krycek turned and grasped his lover's shoulders roughly. "No! Sweetheart, I need you on the inside. If we are going to defeat them, you have to stay where you are and fight them legally."
Mulder sighed, resting his forehead against Alex's, and reluctantly accepting that their fight against the aliens was more important than their happiness. "You know I hate it when you're right." He turned off the water and stepped out of the bathtub, handing Krycek a towel. "God, Alex, for once in my life I would love to be selfish! To find a nice quiet place to live where there weren't any aliens, no government conspiracies, no X-Files. Just you, me, naked on a hot, white sandy beach."
"Problem is you're not selfish, Fox. You couldn't leave the world to its fate."
"No more than you could, Alex," Mulder murmured, wrapping his arms around Alex and hugging him tight.
Alex rubbed Mulder's long back soothingly and kissed his cheek. "We're both saps," he said, pulling away. "I'm going to shave. I'll give anything for a hot cup of coffee, Fox."
"I'll put on a fresh pot. Have you eaten? I have eggs and English muffins."
"Mm sounds good. Can I borrow some clean clothes?"
"You don't have to ask, Alex, just help yourself. You know where everything is," Mulder said, walking into his bedroom, he pulled on some clean sweatpants. Now that he had decided to tell Scully about his relationship with Alex, he was determined to get it out of the way. After breakfast he'd call Scully and invite her out to dinner in some public place where she wouldn't have the nerve to cause too much of a scene, he hoped.
***
Cape Haven, Maryland
9:00 amSkinner put the last box in the upstairs master bedroom's closet. He had a four-poster king-sized bed and decided it would be where he would keep Mulder. He had a chain long enough to reach the master bathroom from the bed. He had considered moving a cot into the basement and chaining Mulder by his ankle to one of the bolts still in the wall from Gregor's torture-chamber. However, even he wasn't that cruel, no matter how much Mulder deserved to be treated like a dog.
Besides, he wanted to be comfortable when he had sex with Mulder and the basement wasn't comfortable, far from it. It was always unusually cold even in the middle summer. The cleaning service had flat out refused to clean down there, saying none of their employees would go down into the basement. He had hired painters to prime, seal, and paint the cement floor in the basement, wanting to cover up the bloodstains that had seeped into the porous cement. But, even with the oil-based, dark, gray paint the bloodstains still seeped through, it gave even him the chills to look at them. Next summer he'd try a dark green paint on the floor. The only time he went down there anyway was to check the furnace. The laundry was off the large country kitchen.
Skinner looked over the bedroom. He needed to remove all objects other than the oak bed and heavy dresser, and bolt the windows shut. He wasn't too worried about Mulder attracting attention from them, they faced the cliff and no one ever came around to the back of the house, and his nearest neighbor was a quarter of a mile away. Skinner bent down and reached into the box in the closet. Rummaging around, he pulled out a ball gag and paddle. He had picked up many items from a sex shop in Baltimore. He had never purchased bondage equipment before and was even hesitant about going into the store at first. However, he pictured Krycek with that giant dildo and fur-lined paddle, and his inhibition vanished. He wanted to make both Mulder and Krycek pay dearly…first Fox…then the rat-bastard!
***
9:35 AM
Hoover Building
Skinner's Office
Skinner settled down into his desk chair and quickly surveyed the reports on his desk. All nonsense that could wait for the two weeks he planned to be absent. He looked over Mulder's report on the recent mutilated corpse murders. They had caught the perpetrator as usual, but Mulder had placed himself in danger time and time again, as intimated in Scully's report, meeting with the suspect without her and at one point ditching her in pursuit of the suspect. All customary Mulder behavior, but instead of just getting a headache and bellowing at his errant agent, Skinner had a much more satisfactory plan for dealing with him.
He pressed his intercom. "Kimberly, get Agent Mulder up here, please."
"Yes, sir," his secretary responded.
Within minutes, Mulder appeared at his door, looking slightly puzzled. "You wished to see me, sir?"
Skinner glanced up casually from the documents he was reviewing. "Sit down, Agent Mulder."
Mulder sat himself down with perfect ease. When Skinner peered at him for a long moment, the man didn't even twitch. "Something wrong, sir?"
Yes, there's plenty wrong, Mulder! Skinner fumed silently. And you're going to be making amends beyond your wildest imagination! "Mulder, I've been pretty unhappy with your behavior on recent cases."
"Really?"
"Yes. According to Scully, and often by your own admission, you've placed yourself in danger time and time again. Why do you have a partner, Mulder? To provide back up! And why do you ditch her to pursue suspects on your own? Are you a one-man operation, Agent Mulder? Do you not trust Agent Scully? Because if you don't—"
"That's ridiculous! I trust Scully with my life!" Mulder was aghast at what Skinner was implying. He adored Scully, he trusted her totally, what was he driving at?
"Then why the hell don't you take her with you as back up!" Skinner bellowed so loudly that Mulder jumped in his seat. He was used to Skinner's anger and gruffness, but this was something else.
"When I get tips, or hunches, I can't always reach Scully or wait for her, sir. It would slow me down."
"So would getting shot slow you down, Mulder! Or captured! Or killed!" Skinner ranted. "I am tired, Mulder, of getting these reports. I am bone weary of wondering if I am going to lose a damn, fine agent. I think the stress of these cases is affecting your reason. Therefore I am taking some drastic measures."
Mulder's throat was dry. "Suspension?"
"You caught the suspect, Mulder, do you really think I'd reward you with a suspension without pay?" scoffed Skinner. "No, I am insisting that you take your two weeks vacation, starting now. You never take your vacation, which in itself is no way to continue functioning effectively as an FBI agent. You are not to come in tomorrow. I am fed up, Mulder, I demand that you take this break from your duties to rethink your approach to this job and your integrity as an FBI agent. This sort of self-destructiveness has got to stop. Nothing seems to get through to you, so how about a little enforced absenteeism. I don't want to see you in here for two weeks."
Mulder coughed loudly. Skinner looked at him questioningly. "Integrity as an agent? Do you doubt my integrity, sir?" he asked plaintively.
Skinner stared at him intently for a long moment. Mulder could swear he was looking into his very soul. Finally, Skinner looked away and back down at his paperwork. "I misspoke, Agent Mulder. Your integrity is not in doubt in this situation, but your ability to follow orders and protect yourself in dangerous situations is."
He knows, thought Mulder. Skinner knows that I was behind it!
"Sir—"
"That'll be all, Agent Mulder," Skinner responded without looking up.
"I want to tell—"
"Mulder!" Skinner glared at him ferociously. "If you say one more word, that will be suspension without pay! I'm within my legal rights to do it! Do you understand?"
Skinner greatly enjoyed the way his luscious prey blushed brightly and dropped his gaze in defeat. He really was enchanting, and Skinner wanted him so badly he could taste it. It was a Herculean effort not to grab the naughty agent, throw him over his desk and fuck him senseless.
Silently Mulder got up and walked abruptly out the door. Skinner had to chuckle at the way the agent scurried out like a frightened rabbit. The man who had faced down liver-eating zombies and brain-eating fast-food workers was out the door in a flash when bellowed at by one Walter S. Skinner. He looked just like the guilty, delectable little rabbit he was!
***
Mulder's mind was awhirl, how had Skinner found out? He turned over all the possibilities in his mind, but none made sense. Skinner couldn't possibly know, but he did. Mulder walked through the door to his basement office in a daze.
Scully looked up from her computer. "Mulder, what's wrong? You're as white as a ghost. Are you sick?" she asked with concern as she stood and walked over to feel his forehead.
"I'm not sick, Scully. Skinner is forcing me to take two weeks of vacation starting now," Mulder said quietly.
"Why?"
Mulder thought about telling Scully the truth, that he and Krycek manipulated Skinner into sex at the seminar in San Francisco, but instead he told her what Skinner told him. "Skinner says that he's not happy with my past performance and wants me to take the time to rethink my approach to the job." Mulder started gathering folders and putting them into a box. At least he could use his vacation time to follow up on leads. His stomach suddenly sank when it occurred to him that he might not be coming back. Maybe this was Skinner's subtle way of letting him know that he had two weeks to find a new job. Skinner was barely able to look at him lately. How could he, after what he had done to his boss? Mulder sighed forlornly. It was obvious that he couldn't continue to work for Skinner, not now.
"I don't understand, Mulder. Why now? Your approach to the job is no different than it was the past six years. In fact, if you asked me, I'd say you've gotten a whole lot better at following the rules recently," Scully said, placing her petite hand soothingly over his hand on top of the box.
"I guess it still isn't good enough to suit Skinner. Scully, I'm going home now. I'll meet you at Lido's for dinner at eight o'clock," Mulder said, pulling on his overcoat then picking up the box, he looked back at his office one final time.
He chuckled bitterly as he walked to his car. After Scully finds out about Alex, he'd lose his best friend and his job all in one day. Mulder luck strikes again.
***
Skinner looked at his watch, seven o'clock. Time to go up and get Mulder. He couldn't wait to get Mulder home, strip him, and sink his cock in between those gorgeous buttocks. Skinner had been hornier than a teenage boy since having sex with Mulder in San Francisco. He got an erection whenever his thoughts turned to Mulder, and just seeing the man made his blood boil with both desire and rage. He'd spend the next two weeks purging both emotions. Skinner climbed out of his Lexus, which he parked in front of Mulder's car on the poorly-lit side street next to his agent's apartment building. He made sure he had the chloroform soaked rag in the airtight plastic bag in his coat pocket before going up to Mulder's apartment.
He knocked on Mulder's door, and his agent opened it dressed in an elegant black suit and looking absolutely scrumptious. So, Mulder was going out for the evening. No doubt with that rat-bastard Krycek.
"Sir, what is it?" Mulder's eyes widened with fear. He was shocked to find the large man outside of his apartment door, and he half-expected Skinner to hit him.
"Agent Mulder, I'm sorry to bother you at home, but I have some bad news. Agent Scully was in an accident earlier this evening. She's in surgery now. I've come to take you to the hospital," Skinner said sympathetically. How does it feel to be lied to, Fox? It hurts, doesn't it, you bastard? Skinner thought, watching the color drain from Mulder's beautiful face.
"How bad of an accident?" Mulder asked, grabbing his overcoat. He was too upset to even question why Skinner hadn't called him on the telephone, instead of coming to Mulder's apartment in person.
"She fell down the steps of the Hoover Building," Skinner lied smoothly, following Mulder down the stairs and outside.
Skinner opened the passenger side door of his car for Mulder. He smirked inwardly as his agent hesitated briefly before climbing in. Afraid, Fox? You should be very afraid, mused Skinner. He deftly pulled the chloroform-soaked rag from the plastic bag in his pocket as he glanced quickly up and down the deserted side street. As Mulder looked up from fastening his seatbelt, Skinner covered his nose and mouth with the rag. Mulder struggled violently, his fingers digging into Skinner's glove-covered hand and arm. Skinner kept the pressure firmly in place as Mulder's body went limp. He held the rag over his nose for twenty more seconds, until he was convinced that Mulder wasn't faking it. He put the rag back in the airtight plastic bag. Then he checked Mulder's pulse and pupils. Satisfied, he shut the passenger door. He disposed of the rag in a trash receptacle on the side of the building.
Skinner climbed behind the wheel and looked over at Mulder's slumped form; he reached out and caressed the younger man's cheek with the back of his fingers. "Why Krycek, Fox? I would have given anything in the world to have you as my lover." Skinner shook his head sadly as he removed his hand and turned the key in the ignition. He pulled the car away from the curb and headed toward Cape Haven.
***
Lido's
8:25 p.m.Scully glanced at her watch again and picked up another breadstick. If he wasn't here in twenty minutes, she was leaving.
Krycek sat nervously in the bar area dressed in a suit and a tie. He positioned himself so he could see the dining room, he watched Scully as she nursed a glass of wine for the past twenty minutes. Where was Fox? They were supposed to meet Scully together.
Krycek was damned if he was going to meet Scully alone. However, he was worried about Mulder. It wasn't like him to not show up. Lowering his head, he paid his check and skirted out of the bar quickly. He needed to get to Mulder's apartment as soon as possible.
Inside the restaurant Scully huffed impatiently. She didn't really think Mulder was in trouble, he had been too reluctant about setting up this dinner date for her to be concerned. It wasn't like Mulder to stand her up, but he had certainly done it through work, constantly ditching her to put himself in dangerous situations or follow crazy leads. Hailing the waiter, she asked for a check, not willing to wait for her partner any longer. He was obviously a no show.
The next time she spoke to Mulder, she was certainly going to give him a piece of her mind.
***
Cape Haven, Maryland
8:25 p.m.Skinner pulled the car up the gravel driveway. He looked over at his precious cargo. Mulder hadn't stirred during the entire drive to the house. Alarmed, Skinner checked his pulse, which was strong. It seemed the devious slut was quite vulnerable to the effects of chloroform, a useful tidbit of information to reserve for later.
Skinner shook his head. What was he becoming, some sort of monster? He sighed to himself. He was angry with Mulder, very angry, but he still cared for the agent, cared deeply. What was he hoping to accomplish, abducting one of his own agents? Skinner wanted revenge from Mulder, but he wanted him too, and he still nourished some secret hope that Mulder could be his. He was determined to bring Mulder to heel, to discipline him, and to master him, and then enjoy the beautiful tart of an agent's talents to the fullest extent imaginable.
After he got out of the car, Skinner opened Mulder's car door. Leaning over, he unfastened the seatbelt, then lifted Mulder quite effortlessly, gently placing him over his shoulder. Walking to the front door in long strides, he placed the key in the lock. He pushed it open and felt around for the light switch. The front hall light went on illuminating the posh interior.
Skinner smelled furniture polish and knew the cleaning service had been out today as scheduled. He had left them a note not to bother with the master bedroom that he was in the process of repainting. That left him two weeks before they would be out again. He didn't want to cancel the service; the less changes in his routine the better.
Skinner shifted Mulder's body into a more comfortable hold as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom had only a bed and an old dresser in it now. He bent and dropped Mulder on top of the mattress then went back to the door and flipped on the overhead light. Skinner shivered slightly. The room was chilly. He walked over to the small fireplace that already had the makings for a fire inside. He lit the kindling and went to grab the poker, but remembered that he had removed the tools earlier. Skinner stood and walked over to the closet and removed the chain and ankle cuff from the box. He locked one end to the bedpost at the foot of the bed, then left the other laying on the mattress while he started to strip Mulder.
He removed Mulder's overcoat then his tie and shoes. Next, the elegant, black suit coat, and belt. Skinner licked his lips in anticipation. It seemed like forever since he saw and felt his beautiful agent's naked flesh. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and pulled the hem and the undershirt out from Mulder's pants. Mulder moaned softly as Skinner wrestled him out of his clothes.
Skinner smoothed his hands over Mulder's bare chest, his thumbs rubbing over the nubs of his nipples. Mulder's eyelids fluttered as consciousness started to return. Skinner quickly stripped the pants and boxers away, and finally removed the socks. He attached the cold metal cuff around the younger man's ankle just as Mulder's eyes opened.
"Where? Oh, shit— " Mulder groaned, turning green. The whole room spun and his stomach lurched and the bile rose in his throat.
Skinner had anticipated this and quickly grabbed the plastic bucket he had placed next to the bed. He supported Mulder so his head was over the bucket, and held him while he vomited. Skinner laid the disoriented young man back on the bed then went to pour the contents of the bucket into the toilet.
Mulder shivered as he looked around the room, wondering where he was, and what was going on. He still felt nauseous and even the simplest movements made his stomach queasy. Mulder brought his leg up so he could get a look at the cold heavy object wrapped around his ankle. He felt sudden dread as he realized he was naked and chained to a bed. Craning his neck, Mulder looked toward the open bathroom doorway several feet from the bed as he heard the water running, then being turned off. He gasped when Skinner came out of the room. Then it all came flooding back to him, sitting in Skinner's car, and the sickeningly sweet smell of chloroform as his boss pressed the cloth over his nose. He had tried to hold his breath, but it had been useless as the need to breathe only forced him to take a deeper breaths. Then blackness.
"Why?" Mulder asked weakly.
"You already know why, Agent Mulder," Skinner said.
"You could lose your job and go to jail for this."
"So could you have, Mulder! I could have had you arrested for rape, kidnapping, and consorting with a wanted felon!" Skinner snarled angrily, looking Mulder in the eye, he saw the guilt cross over the beautiful face. "I'll tell you what, Mulder. I'm going to give you a choice, which is more than you gave me. What's it going to be, twenty-to-life behind bars or two weeks with me undergoing my special form of punishment?"
Mulder was afraid. He knew what would happen to him if he were sent to prison. An FBI agent wouldn't last long inside. Mulder also felt extremely guilty over what he had done to Skinner, and he knew that he deserved to be punished, but the form of the punishment Skinner had in mind worried him. "What type of punishment?"
Skinner kept a blank face. "Just answer the question. Prison or two weeks with me?"
"Would you remove the ankle cuff?"
"Maybe, if you prove that you can be trusted not to leave."
"What about clothes?"
"No. I prefer you to remain naked," Skinner said, sitting next to Mulder he ran his large hand up the agent's thigh, stopping short of his groin.
Mulder chewed nervously on his bottom lip. "Are you going to— "
"Fuck you. Yes. I plan to fuck you quite a lot over the next two weeks. You can still choose prison, Fox. However, an FBI agent with your incredible looks would be gang-banged day and night." Skinner's hand wrapped around Mulder's penis, it had started to become erect as Mulder thought of Skinner fucking him.
Mulder closed his eyes, moaning softly. He had already made up his mind, but he needed one more question answered. "My job— "
"You'll still have it. These two weeks will wipe the slate clean between us. What's your decision, Fox?" Skinner asked, bending his tongue lapped at the pre-cum dripping from the delicious cock.
Mulder moaned louder and pushed his hips up. "Okay, Skinner, two weeks with you."
Skinner pulled his mouth away; he wanted Mulder to know exactly what he was agreeing to. "Agent Mulder, by agreeing you are turning yourself over to my hands for the next two weeks. Your life will no longer belong to you. You are my property to do with as I please. Do you still want to agree?"
Those words made the blood pool to Mulder's cock. It swelled with excitement and dread. "Yes, sir, I agree."
Skinner sighed inwardly. Mulder had effectively absolved him of any guilt he would feel over the punishment he was determined to dish out to the beautiful, infuriating young man. He stood and gathered up Mulder's clothing off the bed and carried them to the second bedroom in the large house.
Skinner then went downstairs to the kitchen and got a glass of ice water. He came back upstairs and entered the bedroom where Mulder was.
"Drink this," he ordered gruffly.
Mulder felt queasy still and really didn't want the water. He started to hand it back to Skinner when he caught the angry gleam in his eye. He sighed and drank it down. As soon as the glass touched his lips, he drank eagerly, realizing how thirsty he had been.
"The chloroform dehydrates you," Skinner said. "I'd think you'd know that as an FBI agent."
"Damned if I've ever experienced chloroform before! Skinner, do I get a chance to explain?"
Skinner sat himself down on the edge of the bed. "Explain away. It won't change a fucking thing."
Mulder winced. Skinner's voice was like cold, hard-edged steel. He looked into his boss's dispassionate gaze and realized that the two weeks with him would be plenty tough going. "Er, I've had a bit of an obsession over you."
"How flattering!" Skinner snapped, determined not to show the secret thrill he felt. "Was this a recent development?"
Mulder colored. "No, for as long as we've known each other."
"So you and your charming little boyfriend thought that you'd have some fun with me."
"No! It wasn't like that, Skinner, at least, I didn't intend it to be that way." Mulder dropped his eyes, humiliated. "I just wanted to be with you, sir, and…and…Alex wasn't supposed to…"
"Fuck me?"
Mulder nodded. Skinner frowned angrily. "Well, he did, Mulder! The bastard did! And you are both going to pay for it."
"What are you going to do?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out, my friend, to use a boring old cliché. However, I'm sure you won't find the application of it boring at all." Skinner got up from the bed and opened up the top drawer of the old dresser. He took out a fur-lined paddle.
"I trust you're familiar with this little item?" he asked caustically, waving the paddle at Mulder.
Mulder felt like screaming. First Alex, now Skinner…how did he get himself into these predicaments? Line 'em on up, whoever wants to take a shot at Mulder's ass! He decided he was being punished for being a lustful, deceiving bastard.
He turned over on his belly and sighed. "Go ahead, sir. You certainly deserve your revenge, you more than anybody!"
Skinner reached down and grabbed Mulder by the hair. He pulled his head back so the agent could see him, gasping at the pain this caused him. "I'll say when I'm ready to punish you, Mulder! I'm in charge here, you belong to me for two weeks, do you understand?"
"Yes!"
Skinner dropped the paddle. He roughly turned Mulder over onto his back and before his captive could even respond, Skinner leaned over. Placing each strong hand on either side of Mulder's groin, Skinner then completely enveloped his victim's cock with his mouth. Mulder cried out in shock as Skinner started to suck him ferociously. His half-hard cock swelled to full size, and it wasn't long before Mulder was coming, emitting the mewling sounds of pleasure that Skinner loved so much, his cock pulsating and shooting a steady stream of jism into his mouth. Skinner swallowed again and again, and when it was finally over, he sat up.
"Very nice, Fox!" he cooed triumphantly. "I'm sure Krycek will appreciate what a long, hard fight you gave me when he sees the video!"
"NO! Keep Alex out of this, Skinner! He'll kill you if he finds out you've touched me!"
"Oh, Krycek's going to find out all right. I'm going to make sure he sees every sordid detail of your punishment."
"What about the nanocytes? He won't hesitate to use them."
Skinner stared down at Mulder menacingly. "I'm aware of that, Mulder. After all, he used it to coerce me into having sex with you! Or was that your idea?" he growled.
Mulder turned his head, refusing to meet Skinner's eyes, which confirmed the large man's suspicions. "Look at me, damn you!" Skinner climbed on the bed and grasped Mulder's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Was it your idea to infect me with the nanocytes, too?"
Mulder looked at him with wide-eyed shock. "No! When I found out what Alex had done, I fought with him trying to get him to remove them. I would never hurt you in such a way!"
Skinner stared into his eyes for several long seconds before letting go of his chin. He climbed off the bed and walked over to the closet, pulling a blanket off the top shelf and tossing it on the bed. "It gets cold in here at night."
Mulder pulled the blanket over his naked body. "Where will you be?"
"Right here," Skinner said, starting to take off his clothes. "However, I need to go to DC in the morning, and then I'll make my way back here."
"You'll be leaving me here alone?"
"Don't worry, I'll be back in the early afternoon. This place is less than an hour drive from the Hoover Building. At one time I thought of commuting to work from here, but I wanted to keep this place a secret," Skinner replied, stopping in the doorway.
"Sir, where am I?"
"That's none of your business," Skinner growled. Mulder looked so defeated that Skinner felt a twinge of regret. "The chain is long enough to reach the bathroom. You should be fine while I'm away." Skinner went into the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, Mulder was huddled in the farthest corner of the large bed, up against the headboard. He looked like a scared little boy.
Skinner chuckled to himself. If Mulder was trying to put him off, he was doing a lousy job. Mulder looking like a lost naif in Skinner's bed…he felt his cock start to harden.
"Fox, I believe you never got to eat your dinner. Do you want anything?"
Mulder shook his head without looking at A.D. Skinner huffed and went downstairs into the kitchen. He made a cheese sandwich and got another glass of water. When he got back upstairs, he pushed the tray at his errant agent.
"Eat it," he snarled.
Mulder rolled his eyes. "Some punishment. Do I get champagne with this as well?"
Skinner couldn't help smiling. As annoyed as he was, he loved Mulder's spirit. "No, but if you eat it up like a good boy, I might omit your nightly spanking."
Mulder sighed and wolfed down the sandwich, which wasn't hard since he was starving. As he finished the last crusts, he froze as he saw Skinner remove his robe. Now that he knew Alex would be watching, it dampened his desire for Skinner. He adored Alex with every breath he took, and he would be damned if he reneged on his promise to stay away from Skinner.
Skinner shut off the light switch. The small fire in the fireplace lit the room in a warm glow, casting flickering shadows upon the walls. Skinner loomed large over Mulder, a majestic and powerful incubus. With a sweeping motion, he pulled back the heavy quilt and, ignoring Mulder's gasp, got into the bed.
He gathered Mulder into his arms, who tried to push him away. Skinner lifted an eyebrow. "You swore that you would obey me for two weeks. Are you reneging on your promise?"
Mulder swallowed hard. He had a hard time thinking straight with Skinner naked in the bed with him, his magnificently-sculpted body pressing close up against him. "I didn't know you were bringing Alex into it! I don't think you should mess with him, sir, trust me on this."
"How considerate of you!" Skinner snapped. "And don't you know that I'm not to be messed with either, Fox? I know full well what that rat-bastard is like, he infected me with the damn nanocytes, remember? And raped me! Don't worry, he'll get what's coming to him, as will you."
"What are you going to do?" Mulder asked, genuinely worried. He wanted to tell Skinner to just place all the blame for the incident on his shoulders but he had a strong feeling Skinner wouldn't listen.
Skinner ignored him and got out of bed. Mulder admired his broad shoulders and back, as well as his incredible muscular ass in the flickering light of the fireplace as his boss hurriedly searched through the top drawer of his dresser. Finally, Skinner pulled out a small leather harness.
Mulder gasped in alarm. "What the hell is that for?"
Skinner gave him a disgusted look. "Please, Fox, you're Alex's lover and you don't know what it is? You've angered me very much, Fox, in rebuffing my advances. Since you've agreed at the outset to be mine, you must be punished. The cock harness will keep you from coming while I fuck you, after I paddle you. You've made me very angry with your noncompliance, so you will be getting a minimum of twenty strokes!"
Mulder shivered as Skinner yanked the quilt away, and the cool bedroom air hit his naked flesh. He made to roll over on his stomach, determined to take this punishment as stoically and with as much dignity as possible.
"No! I want you spread out over my lap, Fox," Skinner commanded, sitting on the bed.
So much for dignity, Mulder thought as he slowly crawled over to the large man, his eyes never leaving the paddle in Skinner's hands. He had to climb out of bed in order to awkwardly lay himself over Skinner's lap, the chain around his ankle made a rattling then crashing sound as it hit the wood floor. Mulder remained quiet; he didn't want to anger Skinner further.
Skinner shifted so Mulder's penis and testicle were hanging down between his muscular thighs, and the agent's hip pressed erotically against his groin. He caressed the firm, round buttocks, feeling the muscles flinch under his hand. He licked his lips at the sight of the tight puckered orifice that had gripped his cock so deliciously nearly three weeks ago. His cock swelled at the memory, and he choked out in a tight voice, "I want you to count off each stroke, and remind yourself who you belong to."
Mulder jerked as the first blow hit his bottom, it appeared that Skinner was not going to show him any leniency. "One! You, I belong to you!" he ground out.
"Good boy, only nineteen strokes to go," Skinner purred and laid down another heavy blow to the round bottom.
"TWO! You, I belong to you!"
Mulder's mind focused on the pain coming from his backside as the blows rained down on him, and he screamed out the numbers as the discomfort became unbearable. He was starting to feel light headed, lying with his head facing down at the floor.
"What number, Fox?"
Oh God, he was losing track. "Thirteen— I'm yours!" he screamed.
Skinner leaned back and rested his wrist. "It was fifteen, but I'll go with your thirteen."
Mulder sniffled, his whole backside felt like it was on fire. "Please, sir, no more."
Skinner ignored him and brought the paddle down onto the brightly blazing cheeks. "Count!"
"Fourteen. I'm yours," he whimpered hoarsely.
Skinner spread the hits out to cover Mulder's entire bottom, not focusing on one area. He laid the last four blows to the younger man's upper thighs. Mulder was crying and openly shaking at this point and could barely choke out the numbers. "Good boy, I think you will remember who you belong to now. I'm sure even the Rat wouldn't want to see you spanked this harshly every night before bedtime. " Skinner's hand caressed over the hot, flaming flesh, and Mulder let out a gasp and squirmed. "Lay still," he ordered and picked up the lubricant he had brought over with the paddle.
Mulder's eyes widen in surprise as the thick finger pushed into him. He became aware for the first time how hard his cock had gotten during the spanking, and the large erection of his boss pressing against his hip. Oh God, Alex. "Please, Skinner, please! I'm begging you! Don't send Alex the videotape!" Mulder blathered, deeply afraid as to what his lover's reaction would be. He didn't want to see Alex kill Skinner.
"Shut up," Skinner growled, slapping a bright red buttock. He did not want to hear that rat-bastard's name while he was having sex with Mulder.
Mulder cried out in defeat, but held his tongue as a second thick finger pushed into him, stretching him deliciously open. The cool air of the bedroom helped soothe his burning bottom.
Skinner pulled Mulder off his lap and leered at the large erection the younger man was sporting. "For me, Fox? How thoughtful," Skinner quipped, grasping the cock and stroking it lovingly. He was determined to ignore the beautiful tear-stained face and the pouty lower lip that quivered ever so prettily. Skinner attached the harness, fastening it tightly around Mulder's erect cock and balls. This would keep Mulder erect until he either removed it or made the extra effort to make him come. "Get on the bed on your knees and spread your legs wide." Skinner stood and applied lube to his massive erection as he watched Mulder stumble blindly up on the bed as ordered. He climbed behind the young man and settled between his legs, placing his erection against the tight anus.
Mulder tried to detach himself, not wanting to feel any pleasure, not wanting to make Alex any more jealous. However, as the large cock stabbed into him after a moment's burn he lost himself to the sensation of being exquisitely filled. When Skinner started pumping in and out and that apple-sized head hit his prostate over and over, all thoughts of his lover dissolved from his mind.
Skinner grinned brightly, as Mulder made the most delightful sounds of enjoyment. He had looked forward to this moment for weeks and now that it was here he found that he wanted Mulder's pleasure as much as his own. He increased the force of his thrusts, enjoying the tightness of the walls sheathing his cock, and the hot flesh against his balls, each time he sank fully into Mulder, sent chills down his spine. Mulder's spicy scent was so arousing; he wanted to bottle it.
"Please, let me come!" Mulder begged pitifully. His anal muscles squeezed the massive cock in his backside. Skinner started pumping into him faster and faster…then suddenly, he stopped, and Mulder could feel the cock swell even larger as it exploded inside him. The large man seemed to come forever, filling his bowels with his warm essence. The sudden weight of Skinner's large body collapsing on his back made Mulder sink to the mattress. Mulder whimpered as his still-hard cock pressed into the mattress.
Skinner rolled them onto their sides but didn't pull out of the younger man's body, enjoying the intimate contact too much to end it.
Mulder groaned, as a sudden cramping in his bowels had him pulling away from Skinner's body. "I need to use the bathroom," he said desperately, pulling off Skinner's cock and rushing into the other room. He nearly tripped on the long chain, which effectively yanked him back to his present circumstance like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head. Mulder was mortified that Alex would see him crying out in pleasure as Skinner fucked him. He couldn't stop himself from shedding tears over betraying the one man he loved more than life itself. Mulder fingered the leather bindings around his cock, not even trying to remove them. He deserved this punishment, he thought miserably. Even with all that had happened, at least Alex had not seen him come
Skinner lay on his back staring up at the ceiling as he waited for Mulder to come back to bed. He felt like a lion luxuriating in the aftermath of having enjoyed an especially delectable prey. He was in heaven, having been able to fuck his adorable Fox after the searing misery of his betrayal. Even the short time of keeping away from Mulder after their return from San Francisco had been murder.
In the morning, he had to put in an appearance at work, before leaving on his supposed vacation at noon. He chuckled at his ingenuity. He had arranged a two week vacation to Hawaii, purchased the airline tickets on his American Express card and booked a room at the Hilton, then talked an old marine buddy into going in his place. It would appear to everyone like he was off the mainland. Only Krycek would know that he wasn't when he sent him the first videotape.
***
Alexandria
9:25 p.m.Krycek was beginning to panic as he prowled Mulder's apartment, looking for any clue to his lover's disappearance. He knew Fox didn't just leave to check out one of his bizarre cases; his car was still parked next to the building. He sank down on the sofa and ran his fingers through his hair. Had the consortium taken him? The phone rang and the answering machine picked it up, it was Scully again, she had already called once before.
Krycek let her leave Mulder another message. It was apparent that she didn't have any idea where he was either. He had no desire to join forces with her to look for Fox, but the possibility wasn't all that remote from his mind. He bit his lip nervously. There was one other, more obvious possibility that he was driven to explore first.
He dialed a number quickly on his cell phone. It rang twice, and then a man answered.
"Yes?"
"It's me," Krycek responded tensely.
"Alex! What a pleasant surprise!" the voice oozed warmly over him.
"Don't bullshit me!" Krycek snarled. "Where's Mulder?"
"Mulder? He's missing?"
"Don't play stupid, Spender, it doesn't become you," Krycek snapped. He despised this man, and he had no compunction about letting it show.
"Oh no, that's more your role, isn't it, Alex? Playing stupid, that is? When all the while—"
"Spender, just tell me what your demands are."
CSM chuckled smoothly. "Now that's tempting. However, as much as I'd just love to take you up on your generous offer, I cannot tell a lie, especially where my own flesh-and-blood is concerned. We don't have Mulder, dear Alex. I have no idea where he is. Have you considered the possibility that he is merely avoiding you?"
Krycek gripped the cell phone tensely. He'd love to kill this man. "Forget it, if you don't know where he is—"
"Wait a minute. Have you tried checking the surveillance tapes?"
Krycek's stomach flipped over. "You've had him under surveillance?"
CSM laughed warmly. "Of course, dear boy. You know what a loose cannon my son is. What kind of father would I be if I left him entirely to his own devices?"
"But I checked—"
"Obviously not well enough," CSM snorted sarcastically. "Oh well, I suppose that's the end of my little peepshow. Just as well, I was beginning to take a rather unhealthy interest in my son's personal life—"
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Krycek ranted, beside himself.
"Now, Alex, you do want to find out what happened to him, don't you? I will tell you how to get to the cameras. However, you owe me one. And don't forget, dear Alex, you know very well what a nuisance my little reminders can be!"
Krycek gritted his teeth as CSM described how to get to the video cameras. The first one was over the foyer but the others were scattered throughout the house, one positioned quite prominently in the bedroom. Krycek was relieved that they had omitted the bathroom. The Consortium had not been unable to hear his conversation with Fox this morning. He resolved to be more cautious in the future, but the Consortium cameras were miniscule and hard to locate without CSM's instructions. The technology used by that wretched organization was beyond cutting edge, it was futuristic.
He decided to play the first video he'd located. He rewound the tape in the camera and played it back. Suddenly Skinner's face loomed large in the film, and Krycek turned up the volume.
"She fell down the steps of the Hoover Building."
Mulder's shocked face came full into view as he followed Skinner out the door. Krycek practically roared at the camera. "Fell down the steps of the Hoover Building? You bastard! You know Mulder doesn't have a whit of sense where Scully's concerned! I'll strangle you with my own bare hands for screwing around with him like that!"
Krycek froze. Why would Skinner take Mulder? The answer was obvious! He had figured out that Mulder had been in on their little escapade with Skinner. He moaned aloud in his misery. He despised Skinner, and he wondered what the two-faced bastard would do to him. When he frantically dialed Skinner's cell phone number, it rang and rang, as if it had been turned off.
He sat down numbly on the floor. The triple agent was reduced to a crumpled heap at the thought of anything happening to the man he loved with all his heart and soul. "Fox!" he moaned pitifully, putting his face in his hands.
Fumbling into his jacket pocket, he took out the palm pilot. He wanted to turn it on and kill the A.D. However, he still wouldn't know where Skinner had taken Mulder, and he had an awful feeling that if anything happened to Skinner, he'd never hear from Mulder again.
Krycek sighed to himself as he walked over to the window and looked out onto the darkened city streets. Somewhere out there was his lost love, and Krycek was determined to find him before Skinner could do him any harm.
***
The Next Morning
Cape Haven, Maryland
7:30 a.m.Skinner took the tray away from Mulder. He had made the agent a full breakfast and stayed until he had finished every crumb of food, even though Mulder had protested as usual that he wasn't hungry. He ate sullenly, not looking at Skinner, which the A.D. reluctantly permitted. He wanted to discipline Mulder for his resentful attitude, but he had to get to work, and it wasn't feasible to expect Mulder to yield to him so quickly anyway.
"Mulder, I'm going now. You should be fine until I get back at noon, and then we can continue with your training."
Mulder refused to look at him. Skinner tried again. "Don't worry, you'll be fine here. The chain reaches the bathroom, and—"
"Will you listen to yourself?" Mulder shouted so loud the A.D. jumped. "Don't you sound like the psychos we put behind bars, the ones who hole up with women in basements soundproofed so no one can hear them scream? Don't you realize how sick this is?"
Skinner was angry. "How dare you compare me to those monsters!"
"What's different, Skinner? Huh? You're angry at me for fooling you in San Francisco, but did I chloroform you, drag you to some secret location, and have my way with you?"
Skinner looked at him coldly, and Mulder realized that he'd gone too far. "You think you're better than me, my sweet Fox? You think you just indulged a fantasy while what I'm doing is sick! I do believe that you're the deluded one, Fox, and I plan to show you how wrong you are."
"Skinner, I know I was wrong," Mulder sighed. There was no way the A.D. would listen to him now, he had shut him out. "I just think you're carrying this a bit too far! You had your fun last night, can't we call it quits? I'll resign, and then—"
"You're not resigning!" Skinner barked.
"But—"
"I said you're not resigning! You're mine, dammit, and I'll keep you here until you realize that, Fox, no matter how long it takes!" Skinner blurted out. As Mulder gazed at him in utter shock, Skinner grabbed his briefcase and started heading down the stairs. There was no point in continuing this absurd discussion; he had a lot he needed to accomplish back in D.C. before he could come back to Mulder.
As he tromped down the staircase, Mulder shouted after him. "He'll kill you, Skinner! Alex will goddamn kill you! Let me go, dammit, I'm not going to have your blood on my hands!"
What a way to start the morning, Skinner sighed to himself, as he turned the key in the ignition of his car. He hadn't realized his serious, dedicated agent could be so melodramatic, but Fox was always full of surprises. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the events of the night before. Fox had been so warm, so open, so sensual. If anything, Skinner loved him more than ever, and was even more determined to make Mulder his.
Alex Krycek was going to get the surprise of his life, and he was going to be damn sorry he messed with one Walter S. Skinner!
***
8:45 AM
Hoover BuildingAs Skinner rode up in the elevator, on a hunch he stopped off at the floor where the FBI lab was. He entered the room quickly, and as luck would have it, the man he wanted to see was huddled over a microscope. He was a short, wiry, balding man with glasses who looked up quickly as Skinner approached.
"Walter! What great timing! I just got some results from one of my lab tests, and I was going to call you."
Skinner caught his breath. "What is it, Arnie?"
"I'm finished with the testing of your blood sample. I've used just about every element I can think of…boy, those are some pretty nasty noozers you've got there! Anyway, I tried the dosage of alum I told you about, a pretty high level but nothing that would harm you, and look what happens," Arnie said, gesturing Skinner over to the microscope.
Skinner peered into the microscope. On the slide was a drop of his blood with some very active nanocytes swirling around in it. Arnie reached down and used a dropper to drip some alum solution onto the slide. Suddenly the nanocytes stopped moving and seemed to shrivel as if the solution was diluting them.
"Cool, huh? I think we've found your antidote!"
"When can it be ready?" Skinner asked, checking his watch. He needed to leave in three hours.
"There's nothing to get ready. It is an off the shelf compound. We can arrange for your doctor to test you for any allergic reactions, and then he can calculate the dosage," Arnie said.
"I'm leaving on a trip in several hours and won't be back for two weeks. Arnie, couldn't you do the test and give me the shot?"
"Ah, Walter, I'd rather not. I think you should be under your own doctor's care for at least twenty-four hours after receiving the shot. I'm not sure if it will have any adverse effects."
"It is my life, and I would prefer to take that risk," Skinner growled. "You don't know what it's like having these things in my blood! All it takes is for that bastard to push a button to kill me!"
Arnie backed away a couple of steps from the angry A.D. "Okay, Walter! But I want you to sign a release absolving me of all responsibility in case something goes wrong," the smaller man said with a resigned expression. He recognized that bulldog expression on the A.D.'s face and knew it would be useless to argue with him.
"Anything, Arnie, let's just get this over with."
"This goes against my better judgment," the smaller man grumbled, walking over to a cabinet he pulled out a bottle and a syringe. "I'll test you for an allergic reaction first. Roll up your sleeve." Arnie proceeded to swab the A.D.'s forearm and shot a small amount of the alum solution under his skin. "This shouldn't take long, Walter. While we wait, I'll calculate the dosage and get the release ready."
As Skinner sat in a chair to wait, his mind wandered back to Mulder. He wondered how Mulder would respond if he knew that Krycek didn't hold his life under his thumb. Skinner had been sure he'd seen real concern for his life on Mulder's face. He glanced at his watch and wondered again if Mulder was okay. Skinner didn't like leaving him alone even if it was only for a few hours.
***
Cape Haven, Maryland
9:30 a.m.Mulder had his chained ankle hooked over the rim of the old-fashioned, clawed-foot bathtub as he soaked in the hot water. There was nothing like the deep old-fashioned bathtubs, he sighed, sinking chin deep in the scented bubble bath. He wondered if Skinner would be displeased that he was using his forced confinement to luxuriate in the bathtub instead of cowering in the bed. He ran a soapy nylon puff over his arm, watching as the steam wafted off his skin. If it weren't for the heavy chain and ankle cuff, he'd really be enjoying himself.
Mulder's eyes wandered around the bathroom. It wasn't a large room; it had a small stained glass window over the bathtub that cast its colors across the white and turquoise tiles, and up the white pedestal sink. An empty medicine cabinet was above the sink, that Mulder mused had held Skinner's toiletries. Mulder looked over every object in the room. There had to be something he could use to pick the lock on the cuff. Not that he'd escape, no; he was determined to allow Skinner to get his pound of flesh. Mulder grinned, and he'd have his in return. He ran the puff over his chest and nipples, thinking about Skinner's flesh pounding into him. Mulder shook his head to dispel that image, he wanted to get the videotape and erase its content. He was determined to protect Skinner. Even though Skinner was a stubborn bastard who didn't want to accept Mulder's sincere apology. Mulder would protect him, whether Walter wanted him to or not. Then there was Alex. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his Alex, and if Alex saw how Walter had pleasured him, it would hurt his young lover immensely.
"I'd give anything for that fucking tape!" Mulder growled. Then he noticed the toilet tank and jumped out of the bathtub, he pulled the lid off and reached in to remove the stainless steel clip that held the chain to the flush handle. Trembling with excitement, he bent it to form a small lock pick, more than adequate for opening the lock around his chained ankle.
It took a minor amount of fiddling before the lock clicked open. Mulder eagerly shook his ankle free and bounded out of the bath. Hurriedly drying himself off, he looked around for his clothes, and then remembered that Skinner had placed them in the second bedroom. Rushing into the room, he saw them folded carefully on the bed. Sighing with relief, he started dressing himself.
Now all he needed was to find the videotape. Rushing back into the other bedroom, he started searching frantically around the room. He looked up near the ceiling and pushed hard on the wood boards, no acoustic tile for this fine, old house. Nothing budged.
Mulder searched every corner of the room, the furniture, everywhere. Where the hell was the camera? He felt like yelling in frustration. Was Skinner merely playing with him? He sighed aloud. His boss was really making him pay for his wretched deception. As beleaguered as Mulder was, he still couldn't regret it, it had been heaven even if for a short while. Much as he loved and desired Alex with every fiber of his being, his lust for Skinner was a compelling force that he couldn't explain, much less suppress.
Mulder chided himself for being a selfish bastard as he continued to search for the video camera. He knew that in finding the tape, he was trying to have his cake and eat it too. Hell, he wanted both of them, but the problem was keeping them away from each other. And if push came to shove, he would have to choose Alex over Skinner. Precious Alex was his soulmate…but Mulder would be damned if he would let his roguish lover harm Skinner.
Mulder wiped his brow in frustration. His sexual greediness had already caused enough problems. To think he had envisioned a ménage between the three of them…whom was he kidding? The two of them would kill as soon as screw each other.
He kept banging on the ceiling boards. The goddamn camera had to be somewhere! He would look for it until right before Skinner came back. He was determined to find it, erase the tape and return it to the video camera, and Skinner would never know he had tampered with it.
***
11:45 AM
Hoover BuildingSkinner put away the last remaining files and said good-bye to Kimberly. He groaned suddenly, he felt some twinges of pain streaming through his body, most intense at his pulse points, but Arnie had predicted that he would experience such problems while the nanocytes were dying off. He shook his head in relief. Dr. Arnold Goldblum was a true Godsend. Thank God he'd come to work for the F.B.I. for his sabbatical from Harvard Medical School rather than taking up residence at some cozy Switzerland retreat.
As he was leaving his office, he ran into Scully. "Sir, can I speak to you for a moment?" she asked.
"What is it, Agent Scully?"
"It's Mulder, sir. I was supposed to have dinner with him and a friend of his last night but he never showed."
The irritation Skinner felt was more intense than any pain from the nanocytes. So, Mulder had been going to dinner with Alex and Scully! What a pleasant little party he'd disrupted. "I'm sorry to hear that, Scully. However, Mulder is officially on vacation now, I demanded that he take his two weeks vacation starting today."
"And why did you do that, sir?"
"It's a personal matter, Agent Scully. I felt that he was no longer exercising the proper amount of caution in regards to protecting himself while on a case," Skinner responded brusquely.
He felt slightly amused by Scully's perplexed expression. "But sir, he's never exercised the proper amount of caution on a case!"
"I have to go, Scully," Skinner said quickly, trying to keep a straight face. "I have a plane to catch."
Scully reluctantly made way for him. "Okay, sir, have a nice trip," she said, deciding that Mulder must have simply blown her off. He had certainly been against introducing her to his significant other in the first place.
As Skinner stood in the elevator, he marveled at how easily he had deceived Scully. He wondered what his ex-Catholic school agent would think about him having Mulder deliciously naked and chained in his bedroom. He was sure that if she ever found out, there'd be hell to pay.
As he droved out of the parking deck, Skinner's thoughts turned to Mulder. What was he doing now? Skinner wondered. The thought of Mulder waiting naked for him made Skinner very warm indeed. He pressed on the gas, and his car sped off down the street. He was in a rush to get back to Mulder and continue with phase two of his plan.
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Cape Haven, Maryland
1:15 p.m.Mulder had finally found what he thought was the board in the ceiling where the camera was hidden and was attempting to move it. He was positive that the camera was hidden under there as it was positioned correctly for a full view of the bed. Stretching up on his toes, balancing on the chair that he had placed under the board, Mulder pulled on it as hard as he could and felt it finally give.
To his shock, the door to the bedroom suddenly opened, and Skinner was standing in the doorway. Mulder looked down gaping at him, while Skinner frowned back up at him. At one glance, Skinner took in the situation. Mulder had managed to get loose, and he was looking for the video camera. How predictable.
Mulder finally found his voice. "Wha-what are you doing here?"
"It's one o'clock, Mulder! I said I'd be back at noon, but why should I keep you apprised of my situation? So you can schedule your escape attempt?" Skinner reached up and grabbed the front of Mulder's shirt. He ripped it open, popping off the buttons, and tore it off his chest. "I told you that I want you naked! Get those pants off now!" he bellowed.
Mulder nearly fell off the chair; he was in such a hurry to comply. Skinner quickly steadied him and helped him down. Mulder's fingers were shaking so badly that he fumbled with the button on his pants. Skinner became impatient with the speed with which Mulder was moving and tore the pants open, breaking the zipper, he yanked them down Mulder's long legs, tearing off the silk boxers in the process.
"Get on the bed!" Skinner barked, finding the end of the chain and pulling it out from the bathroom. He reattached it to Mulder's ankle. "Okay, what did you use to pick the lock?"
Mulder remained quiet.
Skinner stared at the sulky face. "Never mind, I'll find it myself," he grumbled, stepping into the bathroom where the ankle cuff had been. He couldn't help but chuckle at the tub full of now cold bath water and the few remaining suds floating on the surface. In a puddle on the floor, he found the bent and twisted wire. It took him a moment to recognize where it had come from, and he confirmed it by rattling the now non-working handle on the toilet. He carried the wire out of the bathroom, leaving the bedroom without looking at Mulder's huddled form under the comforter on the bed. Skinner found a small safety pin, it was too small to use as a pick, but big enough to temporarily fix the toilet.
After he had repaired the minor damage and emptied the bathtub, he walked back into the bedroom and opened the closet. He pulled out the box and smirked up at Mulder, who was now watching him intently from the bed. It was apparent that the younger man had been gone through the box. "Did you find anything that you liked, Fox?" he asked, pulling out a leather collar and a leash.
"That two-headed dildo looked interesting," Mulder said, peering up innocently at him through thick lashes as Skinner attached the collar around his throat and clipped on the leash.
Skinner glared down at him, torn between wanting to kiss him or spank him. "I had you and Krycek in mind when I bought that. Before our two weeks are over, I want to see you both fucking each other on it simultaneously," Skinner said, unlocking the ankle cuff and pulling Mulder off the bed by the leash. "C'mon, I want to keep an eye on you while I fix you lunch in the kitchen."
Mulder stopped and wouldn't budge. "Walter, don't you understand? Are you that fucking dense? Alex will kill you for touching me! He's not going to allow you to play any games with him! You have me, please, just leave him out of this."
Skinner looked him in the eye. "Move."
Mulder shivered at the quiet threat in Skinner's voice, he didn't want to push his luck with the big man so he followed him from the bedroom. Mulder had spent all of his time looking for the video camera and hadn't had time to explore the rest of his temporary prison. The old house was impressive. It felt cozy and comfortable. He had glanced out of the bedroom window earlier at what he thought must be the Chesapeake Bay. How Skinner could have afforded such an expensive home was beyond him. Even on an A.D.'s salary! This place had to be worth close to seven hundred thousand dollars. Skinner led him down a narrow back staircase to a large country-style kitchen. The kitchen had an old-fashioned range, but on closer inspection, Mulder determined it was almost brand new and was only made to look old-fashioned.
Skinner led him over to a large oak table with six wooden chairs. The table was in front of a bay window that looked out on the backyard and the bay. "Sit," he ordered.
Mulder sat, feeling a little like a pet dog as Skinner tied the leash to the back of the chair. Skinner hadn't wanted to talk to Mulder upstairs in front of the video camera. "Arnie Goldblum found a cure for the nanocytes."
"Sir, that's wonderful."
Skinner's heart thawed at the look of relief that crossed Mulder's face. He swallowed. He couldn't allow the younger man to affect him this way. Mulder had to pay for -- for breaking his heart. He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a package of sliced ham, lettuce, and a tomato. "I'm still feeling a little nauseous from the shot, so you'll have to eat alone," Skinner said, making a large sandwich for Mulder.
"But at least you don't have to worry about Alex -- " Mulder stopped talking and looked down at his lap. There were tears in his eyes when he looked back up. "Don't kill him, Walter. I'm in love with him, and wouldn't want go on living without him. If you kill Alex, then you'd better kill me, too."
Skinner slammed the plate on the table. "What kind of man do you think I am? No matter how much I would love to strangle that bastard, I would not kill him unless it was in self-defense! Dammit, Mulder! I'm an Assistant Director of the FBI! I am not a goddamned murderer!"
"Sir, I wasn't sure what you would do anymore. You kidnapped me and have me tied naked at your kitchen table. That doesn't strike me as something an Assistant Director of the FBI would do."
Skinner grabbed him suddenly by his hair and yanked his head back. He then dove in, capturing Mulder's lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue pushed deeply into Mulder's hot mouth, claiming him. When he pulled away several minutes later both men were breathless and unbelievably hard. "Neither is being in love with you, Fox," Skinner said huskily, licking those sweet lips one final time before letting go of Mulder's hair and walking shakily to the window. "Eat your sandwich, Fox. You're going to need your strength," he said, staring out window at the calm water.
Mulder sat there stunned. Skinner was in love with him? When did that happen? He picked up the sandwich and started to eat it without tasting; his mind was awhirl, trying to understand his feelings for Skinner.
"I need to punish you for trying to escape," Skinner said finally, turning to face him.
"I wasn't trying to escape. I only wanted to find the videotape and erase it." Mulder met his eyes, so Skinner could tell he wasn't lying. "I promised you that I'd stay the two weeks and accept whatever punishment you dish out to me, Walter. I intend to keep my promise."
"Well then, I only have to punish you for breaking my toilet," Skinner said softly, his cock twitched as he stared into those beautiful hazel eyes. "What sort of punishment do you think it should be?"
Mulder's mouth went dry as he gazed into Walter's lust-filled, brown eyes. "I think a hard reaming over this table would be suitable punishment, sir."
Skinner lifted one eyebrow. He loved this diabolical little slut with every fiber of his being. "That's taking your punishment like a man, Fox!" He grabbed the remaining sandwich and shoved it at Mulder. "Now finish your sandwich, or you won't be getting any nourishment for the rest of the day!"
Mulder devoured the sandwich even though his mouth was as dry as a desert. He drank the glass of water Skinner had given him, gazing at the man as he drank, who looked like he was about to burst out of his skin with impatience. When Mulder finished, he looked inquisitively at Skinner. "Now what?"
"Get me the butter!"
Mulder nearly choked. "A little 'Last Tango in Paris,' Walter? Only we're in…?" he sputtered, unable to control his laughter.
Skinner gave him a withering look. "You think I'm that gullible?" He opened the fridge and got out the butter. With one sweeping motion of his arm, everything on the table went on the floor. He untied Mulder's leash from the back of the chair. "Get on the table!"
Mulder immediately spread himself on the table, his ass facing Skinner. Through a haze of disbelief, he felt Skinner use the butter to lubricate his anus. He heard the A.D. unzip his pants behind him and felt the nudge of the huge cockhead at his entrance.
In spite of Skinner's impatience, he entered Mulder slowly and steadily, rocking back and forth, with great skill, as if he were well aware of how his large size could damage. When Mulder impatiently raised his hips up to impale himself further, Skinner slapped his left buttock hard. "I'm in charge, here, Fox! Relax!"
Mulder groaned and stopped trying to hump Skinner's cock. He chided himself for being a bitch in heat. What if Skinner had a camera in the kitchen, for Chrissakes? His ass ached at the thought of Alex viewing him behaving like such a wanton slut. The two of them seemed to have a penchant for spanking him senseless, Mulder was still pretty sore from the previous night, and he could easily be getting it doubletime, he knew.
Skinner suddenly thrust his hips forward, and Mulder gasped at the wide impalement. His anus was stretched to the maximum! He felt so completely and exquisitely filled, all his experiences of being fucked by Skinner had not only lived up to his expectations, they had exceeded them!
The A.D. groaned loudly and started to move with hard, fast thrusts. It hadn't been a long drive from D.C., but any drive was too long that kept him from a naked, wanton Fox Mulder. He fucked Mulder for all that he was worth; he wanted this punishment to last, didn't he? He couldn't have Mulder wandering around Chesapeake Bay, trying to hitch his way home stark naked, now could he? He chuckled to himself and then moaned aloud as that image enflamed him even further. He grabbed Fox's leash and pulled on it as he fucked him, reigning him in.
Mulder's head started jolting backwards from the force of Skinner's fucking. Be careful what you ask for, he thought to himself, as his sore prostate was banged against roughly again and again. He felt delirious, waves of utter pleasure sweeping through his body with each violent thrust. Mulder started thrusting back against Skinner, slapping his ass up against Skinner's groin, wanting to drive Skinner's cock right up into the core of his being. Skinner himself was so overcome with the rapture of fucking his sweet Fox again that he not only allowed this transgression, he encouraged it by dropping the leash, seizing Mulder's hips, and pushing him back up against him.
The kitchen was alive with the sounds of the two men grunting and groaning, skin slapping against skin. With one hand Skinner loosened the leather bindings that Mulder hadn't removed from his cock and let it fall to the floor. Mulder was so aroused that he would have come in spite of it, but when Skinner grasped his cock, he let out a yell that Skinner swore could be heard for miles and started coming in huge, gushing spurts. The agent was trembling, the buildup of stimulation from not coming led him to experience one terrific orgasm. Mulder thought he would pass out from the pleasure, his voice breaking as he cried out in ecstasy.
The muscles contracting around his cock sent Skinner into orbit. He thrust Mulder's hips back against him as he came, and wrapped his arms around him, as if he were staking his claim to the agent. He came and came, crying out as he orgasmed deep within Mulder.
When it was finally over, Mulder had collapsed in a heap on the table. He was utterly spent. He cried out as Skinner pulled abruptly out of him and zipped himself up. The A.D. walked around to the front of the table and eyed Mulder with heat. "I trust that met your standards for a proper punishment?" he leered.
"Very funny," Mulder groaned, wincing at the pain in his backside as he slowly stood up, hands on the table to steady himself. "Anything more, and you probably would've killed me! I guess this is your revenge, but jeez, what a helluva way to go!"
"You'll survive. And now to the bedroom, Fox, and no arguments!" Skinner responded brusquely.
Mulder had no intention of arguing with him. He slowly made his way to the stairs. Skinner was amused at his agent's slightly bowlegged walk as he left the kitchen. He intended to fuck Fox into oblivion many times in the next few weeks, and the naughty little slut had better get used to it!
***
Washington, D.C.
7:25 p.m.Krycek bounced the basketball absentmindedly against the brick wall in his apartment. He had spent the morning and afternoon trying to track down Skinner. It had made his heart sink upon finding out about the A.D.'s scheduled vacation to Hawaii. The first thought to cross his mind was Skinner had killed Fox. Why else would he leave the continent? If he had kidnapped Mulder, he would have stayed to take care of him. Krycek had gone to the airport thinking he'd catch the big man before he boarded his flight to Hawaii. He was going to kill Skinner slowly with the nanocytes as soon as Skinner told him what he had done with Fox's body. Instead of Skinner, he found another bald man similar to Skinner in appearance who used his ticket.
The basketball hit the wall at an odd angle and bounced off across the room. The bouncing ball was suddenly replaced by an image of Skinner's baldhead. Krycek glared and whipped out his gun shooting it twice. His apartment wasn't in the best neighborhood so his impromptu gunfire wouldn't be reported. Krycek holstered his gun and looked around his empty apartment. Fox should have been here with him! He would have been if Skinner hadn't? God, what had that bastard done to Fox? He should have left Skinner dead on that operating table instead of bringing him back. Krycek ran his fingers through his hair. He needed to locate Skinner's hiding place. The A.D. wasn't stupid; he would have covered his tracks. Since Skinner had shown up at the Hoover Building the next morning that meant he hadn't taken Mulder far. Skinner didn't strike him as the type who would leave Mulder unguarded for more than a few hours.
Krycek didn't want to use his Russian or Consortium contacts, not on something involving him and Fox. He didn't want their feelings for each other to be used against them by their enemies. The fact that CGB Spender knew and had done nothing worried Krycek, and he wasn't about to ask that man for any more favors. He'd have to search the databases on his own and if that failed, he would seek out Mulder's strange friends. Fox wouldn't be too happy with him for involving the Lone Gunmen, but there might not be any other option.
He walked tiredly over to his bed. Krycek hadn't slept in over thirty-six hours, but the thought of sleeping in his bed without Fox made him sick to his stomach. He grabbed his coat and keys, deciding to spend the night at Mulder's apartment on his sofa. He'd be able to use his lover's computer and his FBI computer access to search the FBI databases for Skinner.
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