BACCARAT PIECE: CANCUN CONNECTION
By Sean Spencer
seans13@hotmail.com

CATEGORY:  SRA

RATING:  NC-17 Slash

KEYWORDS:  Skinner/Mulder Slash

SPOILERS:  None

SUMMARY:  Cancun interlude on their sixth anniversary.
Mush, reflections on lust and confessions.

WARNING:  Very explicit and loving consensual sexual
activity between members of the same sex.

DISCLAIMER:  Fox Mulder and Walter Skinner are properties of
Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television.
Copyright infringement is neither intended nor implied in
their use in this work of fiction.

...............


They were in Cancun, at Jack Reilly's place by the beach.
It was their sixth anniversary and Skinner was enjoying it
immensely.  He was leaning back on the living room couch,
the view of the beach within his sights and he was
pleasuring Fox Mulder within an inch of his life.

He always loved doing this, especially on their anniversary.
Today was the agent's birthday and every year, Skinner made
sure that Mulder had a roaring good time.  He refused his
lover's offers to reciprocate, preferring like always to
focus on the younger man.  Skinner's generous nature was
more into these activities on their anniversary.

He just spent an hour giving Mulder a soothing massage on
the couch and when he was fully relaxed and good and ready,
Skinner had taken him into his lap and with careful
positioning, impaled the younger man onto his own hard
penis.  Mulder's head was buried in the older man's neck as
he clasped on with arms and entwined legs.  Skinner was
supporting him with both hands on his buttocks.

It was very soothing being in this position with Mulder on
top of him and cat-like as the younger man purred on his
lap.  Skinner had no intention of hurrying.  He wanted to
savor Mulder's every shudder, every whimper and grunt.  With
Mulder's head buried in his shoulder, he could hear every
nuance, every change in Mulder's pleasure.

They had been doing it less and less like this in their
years together.  Mulder was less needy and for the past
months, the younger man had been initiating sex and
dictating the way he wanted it done.  When Skinner was first
promoted to Deputy Director, Mulder was passive for a while
in lovemaking but this phase waned.  But Skinner felt that
it was important to do it this way even if rarely.  He
needed Mulder like this sometimes, when the younger man
would allow it.

Skinner's protective instincts were sometimes so fierce that
it needed outlets such as these.  But nothing reached its
full expression more than during their anniversaries when he
would take hours just petting and stroking his lover,
culminating in very gentle prolonged sex, until Mulder was
fully convinced that he was the most loved man in the world.

Skinner was glad that Mulder was very much into what they
were doing right now.

"Walter..." Mulder moaned into his ear, almost a whisper.

"Yes, honey?" Skinner gasped.

"It's still good...like this."

The DD moaned in assent.  He was moving his hips very gently
and slowly, thrusting into Mulder without the slightest
trace of desperation.  He knew the agent loved it like this,
when Skinner was strong and full and very hard within him
and with the older man's strong arms clasping him.

"I just wish we could stay like this forever.  You're so big
inside me."

"You're so tight for me, honey...aaahhh...don't do that,
please.  I want to last for you."

Mulder chuckled deeply and tightened his hold on the older
man.

Skinner was rocking them both, glad that Reilly's couch was
sturdy beneath them.  He kissed Mulder's neck as the agent's
back was starting to arch against his supporting hands.

"Ssshhhh..." Skinner whispered.  Mulder drew a deep breath
and sighed it out, forcing himself to relax, to allow his
excitement to subside.   The DD stroked his back and
Mulder's trembling ceased.  They did it again and again,
Skinner forcing the younger man to come down to earth every
time he was near to coming.

By the time Mulder was too long denied, Skinner took a good
look at him.  Mulder was all flushed and sweaty, his pupils
very much dilated, his small nipples pebble hard, his chest
heaving, his erection very red between them and his long
legs shaking uncontrollably around Skinner's waist.  The DD
himself was breathing deeply in harsh gasps and the sweat
was running down his back, neck and arms.

"I like you this way, baby, my one and only Fox," Skinner
growled.  The picture of a very aroused Mulder was something
Skinner always treasured because he knew it was a view of
the younger man that was exclusively his and only he could
elicit.  Gently, he lifted Mulder's hips from his own and
they disengaged for a second.  Mulder shuddered as Skinner's
still very hard erection left him.  "Let's go to the
bedroom, honey."

Both of them were pretty shaky but the hop to the bedroom
was short because it was just off the living room.  Mulder
was up to Skinner's annual game and he allowed himself to be
petted again and stroked lovingly despite a growing need
within him to have his orgasm.  This time, Skinner went
between his legs and lifted both limbs over his shoulders.
Mulder gasped when he felt Skinner bury his face between his
legs.

This time, the flavored lubricant was something Mulder
wasn't allergic to and Skinner relished the underlying taste
of Mulder.  The agent was very aroused as he parted his legs
as wide as possible as Skinner separated his buttocks with
gentle hands.  The DD's lapping tongue was very pleasant
indeed.  Up to now, Mulder couldn't believe how much he
enjoyed it when Skinner kissed him down there.  The carnal
whimpers and groans were building up in Mulder's chest,
egged on with the knowledge that Skinner truly appreciated
it when he made uninhibited sounds like these.

Finally, Skinner couldn't stand it anymore either and added
more of the lubricant to his straining penis.  Then the DD
poised himself as he sunk into Mulder's soft yet hard body.
Ever so carefully, they rolled on the bed so that Mulder was
on top.  The agent could set whatever pace he wanted.
Mulder was too far gone by this time, his sweat slicked body
trembling and seeking relief.

The DD had his sleek hand over Mulder's penis, lovingly
stroking the younger man's purpling erection.  Mulder
desperately took Skinner's hand in his to hasten the pace.

"This is soooo...gooood, Walter," he moaned again and came
in a pulsing stream of semen.  Skinner continued with his
gentle thrusts upwards and cried out as he himself shot his
essence into Mulder's gut.

"Oh, honey, you're so beautiful like this, when you've had a
good come," Skinner murmured as Mulder rolled off him.

Mulder tiredly chuckled.  Skinner was the first and only man
in his life and both cherished the exclusivity of it.

"Sometimes, I think I'm too old for these acrobatics,"
Mulder groaned as his legs cramped. "Walter, can you...?"

Skinner just kissed his ear and nodded his assent.  He knew
what Mulder wanted.  A pillow was placed between the agent's
knees to separate his legs.  They faced each other and
Skinner's hand went between Mulder's legs and he inserted
his finger into the agent's still slick anus.  Mulder
writhed again and sighed in contentment.  When Skinner added
another finger, Mulder groaned.

The DD could see and feel that Mulder wasn't getting erect.
It was too soon after coming, but both of them knew that the
younger man sometimes needed a lot of anal stimulation.
This bit of knowledge was something only Skinner knew about
him and when he willingly obliged, it affirmed their special
bond, the physical pleasures only Skinner could provide.
The older man's fingers just leisurely went in and out of
Mulder's body and Skinner could feel that the ring of
internal muscle was almost slack in arousal.  For a while,
he thought the agent was falling asleep but he groaned
heavily again, which was such sweet music to Skinner's ears.

"You'll never be too old for me," Skinner whispered lovingly
then he kissed Mulder deeply.  "Like what I'm doing?"

"Yes, Walter," Mulder moaned.  He was pushing his bottom
onto his lover's fingers.

"I'm hard again," Skinner said.  "Do you want me again?"

"If you don't mind..."

Skinner placed more pillows under Mulder's hips.  He didn't
want Mulder to strain himself any further.

"Come on, baby, turn around," Skinner's fingers were still
within the agent's body but with his other hand, he helped
Mulder onto his front.

Skinner smiled to himself as he parted his lover's pale
buttocks and thrust into him again.  A groan escaped from
Skinner, for the extreme sensation from Mulder's slick yet
snug orifice.  This time, he wasn't gentle.

"Harder, Walter.  I need it to be harder...yes, that's it."

"Fox, baby, tell me...if I'm too rough."

"No, it's okay...yeeesss."

It didn't take long to heat up Mulder once again.  He was
making the most fantastic animal sounds, totally
uninhibited.  It gratified Skinner to no end.  Skinner was
going very fast, pounding his body into Mulder's
accommodating form. The DD's gasps and grunts, Mulder's own
higher pitched cries and their flesh slapping against each
other filled the room.

"D-deeper, Walter."

Skinner withdrew completely and before Mulder could protest,
the DD drew the younger man's body over the edge of the bed
as both took a kneeling position against it.  Then Skinner
thrust very hard, arching his back to force more of himself
into Mulder's rectum.  Then to further comply with Mulder's
request, he drew them both away from the bed and gently
pushed Mulder's torso onto the floor to further bend Mulder
forward against the soft pile of the carpet.

"Is that deep enough, honey?" Skinner could barely talk.  He
was going so hard that Mulder had to brace himself against
the floor.  Whenever he looked down, Skinner had a clear
view of his glistening erection penetrating Mulder's sleek
anus.

Mulder couldn't speak.  He just gave a frantic nod of assent
from his position on the floor.  Skinner guttural groans
became louder as Mulder's sheath snugly enclosed him with
each thrust.

They were beyond words as Mulder moaned and moaned into his
arms on the floor.  Skinner was supporting him with a hand
on his stomach.  Then Mulder cried out as he had another
orgasm.  Then after gentle thrusts, one, two and three in
succession, Skinner came.

Mulder could only smile as he writhed as he felt Skinner
gush into him.

They lay against each other on the carpet at first, then
when the floor became too hard, they transferred to the bed.
Both of them were very sweaty, while Mulder's chest and chin
and abdomen were smeared with his semen.

"Walter, you'll always be the only man in my life," Mulder
murmured sleepily as he cuddled up against the DD after they
went through the post coital clean up.

"Even when I'm old and the sex goes?" Skinner asked.  He
felt Mulder pause and he chuckled.

"Yes," the agent answered with such a certainty in his voice
that Skinner was touched.  "You're the only one who's ever
been good to me."

"Why, Scully's good to you, too," Skinner needled him.

"You know what I mean," Mulder was getting drowsy.
Inevitably, after all the anal stimulation, the agent
shakily got up.

"You okay, baby?" Skinner asked.

"Yes, I just need to go," Mulder answered as he staggered to
the bathroom.  There was a silence at first then the toilet
flushed and the agent returned.

He snuggled back into Skinner's waiting arms and sighed in
contentment.

"Walter..."

"Hhmmm?"

"Thank you. It was so good this time."

"I heard it enough times when we were doing it.  It was more
than good for me, too."

"Am I still...tight...for you?"

Skinner was almost asleep but that last question startled
him.  He woke up and looked into Mulder's face, which had a
trace of anxiety.

"Fox, you're my love.  It doesn't matter."

"But you positively like it when I'm...tight, you say it
often enough when you're in me," Mulder said.  "I want it to
be always good for you."

"Baby, I just told you, you're more than good," Skinner
caressed Mulder's bare arm.

"But I'm not as...it's not like when we first started having
sex," Mulder persisted.

"Fox, it's not just the tightness that counts," Skinner
wondered at this performance anxiety.  "It's everything, the
way you move, your reactions, the way you enjoy it; that's
what makes it good for me.  Wait a minute, have you been
reading something again that I don't know about?"

"No," Mulder sighed, and was asleep within the next second.
He snuggled to Skinner in his sleep.

............

It was subliminal at first.  Skinner felt a light tickle on
his chest, then a soft murmur.  He wasn't aware of anything
for a while until he felt a pleasant and familiar weight on
his chest.  He smiled even before he opened his eyes.

"Walter..."

"Hhhmm?"

"You awake?"

"Maybe."

Skinner opened his eyes and reached for his glasses on the
nightstand.  His eyeglasses weren't even in the bedroom.  He
remembered that he left it in the living room on the coffee
table the moment the kissing turned serious.  The DD
squinted at his travel clock.  It was only six o'clock.  He
knew that Mexicans ate a very late dinner and the eating
places wouldn't be in full swing until eight at the
earliest.  Only the tourist traps serving second-rate food
would be open by this time.

"Let's go for a swim, Walter," Mulder said getting up from
the bed.  Without waiting for Skinner's response, he started
rummaging through their luggage and took out their swim
trunks.  He tossed Skinner's suit to the DD and he put on
his own.

Reilly's place was on the waterfront.  The water was a
little bit cold but tolerable.  There were no other swimmers
and after making sure that no one was around, Mulder stole a
few kisses every few moments.  Reluctantly, Skinner had to
push him away.  The look of hurt in Mulder's eyes hurt the
DD, too.

"Fox, remember, this is a predominantly Catholic country,"
Skinner reminded the agent.  "I really like it when you do
that, but you have to remember where we are.  I know it's
hard to do, but this isn't Belize."

Mulder nodded angrily.  He swam off away from the shore and
then returned with powerful strokes to Skinner who was lying
on his back on the waves.  When he returned, the agent's
momentary anger had dissipated.  Instead, he playfully swam
around the DD like a dolphin, torpedoing him once in a while
until Skinner would occasionally end up in a sputtering
mess.  The older man's body building physique didn't make
swimming as easy for him.

"Come on, Walter, let's go," Mulder said after he tired.
Skinner wasn't getting as tired because he just kept
floating on his back on the gentle waves.  "Besides, I don't
know if sharks come out at night.  And I'm hungry."

Skinner followed him back to Reilly's house.  They washed
off the sand at the faucet by the front stoop and took a
quick shower together in the big master bathroom.  They both
dressed in casual clothes and proceeded to the restaurant
section of town.

Because it was their anniversary, Skinner treated himself to
the succulent tender steaks of the region.  The meal was
very good and quite cheap.  The restaurant had a guitar
playing trio that went from table to table and they played
Mulder's request of a popular tune.  Then Skinner requested
them to play Happy Birthday.  Their waiter found out it was
Mulder's birthday and, in short order, a small cake appeared
with a lit candle.  The agent was embarrassed but happily
blew out the candle after making a wish.

The wine and the relaxed atmosphere of the place got to
them.  They walked home with Skinner's arm tossed casually
over Mulder's shoulder.  It was pretty late after dinner but
the local population was just starting to warm up.  They
became sidetracked at a bar where the jazz music was very,
very good.  The two spent two hours there and even consumed
Mulder's cake.  By the time they went back to the house,
they were both tipsy but not really drunk.

Skinner staggered up the stairs and would have fallen if
Mulder didn't catch his arm and righted him.  They
eventually ended up on the deck in the back.  More
accurately, they ended up in a heap on the deck chair.

"Fox?" Skinner was looking up at the stars.  Somehow, the
stars seemed more vivid and larger than in their part of the
world.  For a minute, he thought that the agent was asleep.
But a muffled answer from the head on his chest told him
otherwise.

"Happy birthday, honey," Skinner said.

"Happy anniversary, too, Walter," Mulder answered.  The
agent turned around and looked at the sky.  "They're pretty,
aren't they?"

"Yes."

"But I love you more," Mulder slurred.  Skinner's brow
creased; he couldn't quite get Mulder's logic.  But he
dismissed it as an effect of the beer and tequila.  He
enfolded the agent in his arms and both of them kept looking
at the night time stars.  It wasn't long before they started
kissing again.

....................


Fox Mulder staggered to the bathroom.  He brushed his teeth
and drank his fill of water.  A very quick shower followed.
After he dried off, Mulder looked at his face in the mirror
and, taking Skinner's comb by the sink, ran it through his
hair for a semblance of order.   He moved experimentally and
winced slightly.

The last time he was this sore was in Belize.  The trip to
the islands was years ago and Mulder still had very fond and
vivid memories of their ten-day stay there.

He couldn't even remember how many times he came already.
He knew that his and the older man's semen were thin and
watery by now, a testimony to their rutting this special
holiday.

Sometimes, they were like this.  They would be so hungry for
each other that nothing satisfied except one long session of
continuous hazy lovemaking.  Yes, it happened once in a blue
moon, but it did happen.  Fortunately, their desire for each
other during these times was in synch or else one of them
would be in trouble.

The first time this ever happened to them was when they were
going to the cabin with regularity for only three months.
At that time, Mulder felt it was too much and was guilty
about it.  Although he liked making love almost
continuously, especially after the first mind blowing
weekend, he felt he didn't deserve it.  He'd never felt so
physically sated as that first "rutting" weekend, as he
later came to call it to himself.  Such a state never
happened to him before, not even with Phoebe who was his
first-ever sexual partner.

Skinner had to explain to him that this was what happened to
him and Sharon when they first married; it took a lot for
the older man to talk about his sexual habits with his ex-
wife.  Mulder knew that Skinner didn't just say that without
thinking it over because he felt it was invading Sharon's
privacy as well.

It just so happened that they couldn't benefit from the
legal niceties of a wedding, but the psychological outcome
was the same.  Back then, the older man saw a hint of guilt
in Mulder's face as they would start again and finally
became exasperated.  Only when the Skinner told him that
they were entitled to all this sexual satisfaction that
Mulder finally gave in fully to his desires.  After all,
Skinner said, they were monogamous, they weren't harming
anyone, they loved each other deeply and so they could
indulge in it as often as they wanted.

So here they were six years together already and they still
couldn't keep their hands off each other.  It sometimes
still amazed Mulder how much he wanted Skinner.  He always
heard of boredom setting in when some couples, whether
straight or gay, have been together for years.  But
thankfully that never happened to them.

Mulder continued to look at himself with half-lidded eyes in
the mirror.  He took stock of himself and did agree with his
body that his penis was sore and so was his backside and
some parts of his legs.  Not a few hickeys dotted his neck
and chest and when he turned around, there were more on his
nape and his back.  He scratched his newly combed hair as he
went back naked to the bedroom.

The DD was still asleep with a stupid grin on his face,
which Mulder hoped he caused.  The agent was hard put to
find a place on the bed devoid of a wet spot.  So to avoid
the clamminess, he grabbed a large towel from the bathroom,
laid it out on his side of the bed and lay down on it
instead.  In times like these, especially after all their
years together, avoidance of sleeping on a wet spot was no
longer a sign of bad sexual etiquette.

Just as he was punching out his pillow, the older man
stirred.

"Oh, baby, you showered?" Skinner said sleepily as he felt
Mulder's water cooled skin.

Mulder didn't know if he made a mistake.  Sometimes, Skinner
couldn't  resist him especially if he smelled of soap and
shampoo.  The agent argued with himself as the still barely
awake DD started caressing his stomach.

"Walter..." Mulder was still debating if he was going to
give in to Skinner's gentle demands.  But when Skinner ran a
hand over Mulder's penis, Mulder squirmed his hips away.  He
truly was supersensitive and it was time to stop.

"Walter, stop..."

Skinner paid no heed and his large hand was quite insistent
on the younger man's scrotum.

"Walter, stop.  I...can't anymore." Mulder hissed through
his teeth and turned his body away when just a brush of
Skinner's palm on his penis almost hurt.  "It's
uncomfortable.  I'm sore."

It finally registered on Skinner what the younger man was
saying and he came fully awake.

"Had enough?" Skinner asked looking at Mulder's face.  It
was comical and endearing how Skinner's near sighted eyes
were squinting at him with his mussed hair partially framing
his face.

"Yes, unless you still want to do something else, not just
with my body," Mulder said, admitting defeat.  "It's almost
hurting."

"All right," Skinner never did force him, even if he was
physically stronger, not once in all their years together.
"Just let me hold you, is that okay?"

"Always," Mulder grinned.  The DD spooned against him and
because of the older man's erection against his buttocks, it
was just so agreeable.  He could tell that Skinner was
relishing smelling him again and kissing his neck.

"Sorry, Fox, you'll have to keep your collar buttoned for
the next few days again," Skinner said as he surveyed all of
the love bites evident on Mulder's neck.

"You, too," Mulder murmured.  "You have quite a collection
yourself."

"I guess this is another anniversary for the books," Skinner
chuckled as he buried his nose in Mulder's hair and shifted
Mulder in his arms.  "But this is nice, too."

Mulder tightened his hold on Skinner's hand over his
stomach.  The older man's erection was quietly resting
against the cleft of his buttocks which was a very
delightful sensation in itself.

"Have I ever told you when I first realized that I felt
something more for you than what an AD should feel for his
agent?" Skinner whispered into his ear.

Mulder gave a start.  He wracked his brain to try to think
of an incident before his birthday six years ago.
Intrigued, he pulled away from the older man and turned
around to face him.  He could see that Skinner had that
reticent look on his face, the one he had when he was
revealing more about himself than normal.

"Come on, when?" Mulder teased as he prodded the DD's chest.

"It was a little bit after the Tooms case," Skinner's cheeks
were red and all the more Mulder was curious.

"That early?" Mulder knew the DD was still married then.
"What was I doing?"

"Believe it or not, we were in a conference in my office,
with Scully and other agents from the VCS," Skinner's voice
became nostalgic and a little bit shy.  "I was passing
behind you and you were in your seat, looking down at your
papers.  As usual, your tie was sort of loosened and I got a
peek of the back of your neck."

"My neck?" Mulder was dismayed.  Of course, he'd never seen
the back of his neck.  "I hope it was clean."

"Yes, it was clean," Skinner laughed.  "I don't know if it
was a premonition or what, but I had this sudden vision of
utter clarity of breathing heavily over your neck and you
under me.  I don't know, it was just a flash of less than a
second.  Needless to say, I was very flustered and confused.
I guess I overreacted and I really tore into your report
that day."

Mulder didn't remember that particular meeting at all.
There were a lot of incidents when Skinner, as the AD back
then, reprimanded him with seeming regularity for not going
by the book.

"What about my neck?"

"Well, your neck is very nice, Fox.  The skin is very soft
there and I liked the way your hair is very short.  It's a
strong neck but still vulnerable in some way."

"My neck."  Mulder had to shake his head.  He never thought
his neck as something that could elicit such a strong sexual
response in anyone.

"Yes, your neck is very sexy, honey."  To prove his point,
Skinner leaned over and kissed the back of Mulder's neck.

"So if we, on the off chance, ever have any children by
whatever means, I'm going to tell them that you liked me
because of my neck?"

"Yes, it's the truth."

"My neck." Mulder rolled it over his tongue, as if
experimentally.

"Will you stop that about your neck!"

"My..." He couldn't continue because the DD clamped a hand
over his mouth to stop him.  Mulder knew it was bad manners,
especially since Skinner revealed to him something about his
past, but he just couldn't stop the giggles.  He was
giggling first, then laughing, then guffawing, then when his
stomach hurt, he was reduced to giggling again.

If the older man said his eyes or lips or even his nose, it
wouldn't be so funny.  But his neck?  He tried to stop
laughing because he could see the beginnings of a thunderous
expression on Skinner's face.

"I'm sorry, Walter," Mulder finally gasped.  "I just never
thought of my...neck as alluring."

To appease the older man, Mulder gave him a thorough
kissing.  He turned around again and Skinner put his rough
chin on Mulder's shoulder with his arms once again around
the agent's waist.  After a while, Mulder knew that he was
asleep.

Once he could move without disturbing the DD, Mulder escaped
from his grasp and put on Skinner's robe.  He was really
hungry.

The agent set about making a big breakfast for them.  Reilly
left the kitchen very well stocked.  Skinner's friend
reminded the DD in jest that they shouldn't forget about
eating.

Because he was hungry and knew that Skinner would be, too,
Mulder made a huge breakfast of French toast, sausage, eggs
and hash browns.  The older man was the one who usually made
breakfast but with him knocked out, Mulder took on the task
himself.

His mom used to make breakfasts like these on weekends when
he was little and Samantha was still there.  But the moment
Samantha disappeared and after the divorce, Fox never saw
such big breakfasts on the table at home anymore.  Actually,
it was rare if he so much as saw a cooked meal on the table.
He pretty much had to fend for himself after that,
especially with his stern father's admonition that he
shouldn't disturb his mother at all.  After getting tired of
all the TV dinners and the cold cereal, Fox got hold of a
Betty Crocker's recipe book.  He read it first and
eventually learned how to cook a decent meal for himself.
Mom never even noticed his occasional disasters in the
kitchen nor cared if he burned something, even a whole roast
in the oven.

When one of the sausages started burning, Mulder shook
himself out of his reverie and retrieved the sausage from
the grill just in time.  It was always like this when he was
particularly happy with his lover.  Bad memories would start
to flood into his mind as if telling him that he didn't
deserve all this happiness.  The agent would shake his head
and mentally tell himself that he did deserve having Skinner
in his life.

Although Skinner knew a lot about his life since he was at
Oxford, Mulder still hadn't told him much about the years
after Samantha disappeared.  He could only tell the older
man in brief snatches about his early adolesence and up to
now, it scared the hell out of him that there were long
stretches of days after Samantha's disappearance of which he
absolutely had no memory.  Mulder was certain that he never
told Skinner how his dad used to beat him with a belt, but
he suspected that the DD knew.  Mulder wasn't really aware
of what he said after some of the more horrific nightmares
when Skinner had to wake him.

After a few minutes, the agent heard Skinner take his shower
and he hurried up with the breakfast.  Just as the table was
set and the food laid out on the table, Skinner emerged from
the bedroom fully dressed for the day.

The food was devoured in short order.  They were famished
and didn't talk much.  Once they finished, however, Mulder
saw that Skinner's shirt collar was open with the hickeys
quite obvious on his person.

"Don't you think you should wear a tie?" Mulder suggested.

"Don't worry, Fox, I'm going to," Skinner answered.  "Why,
don't you want the world to know how you've marked me as
yours for the next few days?"

Mulder sheepishly shook his head in disbelief.  They washed
the dishes together at the sink.

"Want to come along?" Skinner always asked almost each week
if the agent wanted to join him for the church service and
always, Mulder shook his head.  Skinner shrugged as he
rolled down his sleeves, knotted his tie into place and then
got into his coat.  It amazed Mulder how diligent Skinner
was with his church going.  He even found the right church
after a few well placed questions with the locals.

"Fox, I really appreciated the last two nights," Skinner
surprised him again by kissing his neck from behind and
gently cupping him in the groin.

"It wasn't just the nights, remember?" Mulder gasped in
surprise.  He elbowed Skinner's gut because he almost
dropped the dish he was holding.

"Okay, the last 36 odd hours," Skinner chuckled into his
hair and kissed his neck yet again.

"Me, too, Walter, it was great," Mulder said as the DD left
through the kitchen door.

Of course it had been fun, exciting, passionate and very,
very pleasurable. At the same time, it was a reaffirmation
of their spiritual bond and very deep mutual love as well.

It was physiologically impossible to maintain such a high
degree of arousal. In between bouts of lovemaking as they
waited to recover, they talked of other things, just like
Skinner revealing how attracted he was to Mulder even when
he was their DD for just a month.

Two hours ago, Mulder was too preoccupied by the somewhat
bizarre idea of Skinner looking at his neck all those years
ago and getting aroused by it.  But he had to admit that it
was a piece of Skinner's personal history that gave him a
nice feeling in the pit of his stomach, how even then, they
seemed meant for each other.

Mulder started to think if his previous attempts to get a
rise out of Skinner was part of an unconscious attraction he
had for the man all those years ago.  At the time, he
attributed their initially abrasive relationship to be due
to his usual distrust of authority figures.  However, Mulder
never remembered acting that way to such a degree with
Blevins or Patterson.

Mulder went about puttering around Reilly's house to set
things to rights.  There were a lot of scattered cushions
and some clothes and towels all over the place.  He even
laughed with some degree of mild embarrassment as he
recalled their cavortings in certain areas of the house
yesterday.   Life was good at the moment and Mulder would
never trade what he had for anything in the world.

..............

By the time Skinner came back from church a scant hour
later, he found the house in some semblance of order.  To
his surprise, he found Mulder asleep on the deck chair.  The
agent was clearly worn out from all their activities.
Skinner smiled wryly and remembered that their sex marathon
had been more than athletic.  The loose thin shorts his
lover was wearing attested to the degree of lingering bodily
discomfort from all their efforts.   But seeing his lover
again stirred Skinner's loins.  The DD shook his head
ruefully.  Mulder's neck bore a number  of red marks. Yes,
he liked Mulder's neck a lot, all right.

The beach activity was in full swing by this time.  Skinner
went back inside and put on his swim trunks.  As a second
thought, he put on a T-shirt as well to hide most of
Mulder's love bites.  When the DD went back to the deck,
Mulder was still asleep so he decided to swim alone.

Skinner became friendly with a Mexican family.  He wanted to
practice his Spanish.  They had a four year old daughter who
recruited Skinner to help in her sandcastle building.

It had been a while since Skinner ever played with a young
child.  In fact, he couldn't even remember when he last did
so.  He found he enjoyed it very much.  The little girl had
big brown eyes and her baby's bikini only emphasized her
chubby chunky form.  She gave elaborate instructions in
lisping but haughty Spanish and Skinner found he more than
wanted to please the little child.

After a while, the little girl tired of her sandcastle and
went back to her mother.  Skinner painfully waved goodbye
and headed back to Reilly's house.  Again, the little girl
rekindled Skinner's buried desires to have a child.  Mulder
occasionally talked casually about it, like he did this
morning, but they never seriously explored the possibility
if they could do it.  Of course, Skinner knew that Mulder
was a natural with kids, but the DD didn't know if he was.

Skinner walked back to the house.  It was past one in the
afternoon already and he really couldn't resist it anymore.
He went to the deck and with careful maneuverings, he was
able to get Mulder's sleeping head on his lap and just
stroke the slumbering man's forehead and occasionally run a
hand through his hair.  Mulder mumbled a while and settled
back to sleep while Skinner read the latest U.S. News.

"Walter, what time's it?" Mulder murmured after a long
while.  Skinner looked down and told the agent after kissing
him on the ear.  Mulder held onto the DD's hand resting on
his chest, occasionally stroking it,  and they lazily spent
the next few minutes like that as Skinner continued his
reading.

"We have to go back tomorrow," Mulder stated.  They each
only had four days from the Bureau. With Skinner's increased
work load, they couldn't stay away longer than that.

"Maybe, next year, we can have two weeks," Skinner said.
"Where d'you like to go?"

"I don't know, how about Europe?" Mulder ventured, squeezing
Skinner's hand again.

"Getting expensive, are we?" Skinner teased and playfully
tugged Mulder's hair.

"Yes, and I still don't have that BMW I wanted," Mulder
slyly said.  Skinner roared with laughter at that one.  They
had one long ongoing argument about the BMW not soon after
Mulder returned home from his car accident.  From time to
time, Mulder would bring it up as a sore point.  Of course,
Mulder could get the BMW if he wanted, but big purchases
were always discussed between them, just like it should be
for any couple.

"Walter, why didn't you tell me much earlier that you liked
my neck even way back?" Mulder asked.

"I didn't remember it until this morning," Skinner shrugged.
"What about you?  What did you like about me more than six
years ago?"

Mulder stiffened.  Skinner realized he'd asked a sensitive
question.  He knew he was pretty hard on Mulder when he
first became his AD.  He rode on Mulder's case because he
could see the glimmerings of a great agent bogged down by
his impulsiveness and frank disregard for Bureau procedures.
How many times did he call Mulder to the carpet over a
report that couldn't be substantiated by any supporting
evidence or statement from witnesses.  Skinner couldn't
emphasize enough in those days that hunches were fine as
long as there was something with which to back it up.

"You don't have to tell me," Skinner cleared his throat
uncomfortably.

"No, no, it's just that I'm trying to remember, too," Mulder
reassured the older man.  "I guess it was your hands."

"My hands?"

"Yes, you were yelling at me and you were pretty mad,"
Mulder reminisced.  "You slapped your hand against the desk
in frustration.  I flinched, I remember, but I saw your hand
and I liked it."

"I hope it was clean," Skinner laughed, echoing Mulder's
earlier statement.

"And...your head," Mulder said with a lower voice.  "I know
you're sensitive about being bald, but you do have a lot of
interesting bumps on your head."

"My head?" Now it was Skinner's turn to be surprised.

"Yes, you always made me and Scully stand up in front of
your desk when you were telling us off.  And I could always
see the top of your head from where I stood.  It is
interesting, believe me, Walter."  Mulder's voice was more
confident then turned seductive.  "You do have more
interesting bumps than the more obvious ones I usually get
to bump against.  But right now, I'm interested in the
obvious one before me."

Then Mulder proceeded to demonstrate just how interested he
was.


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"A beacon in the night."
                     Mulder in reference to Skinner
                  Nisei
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