Title: His Master's Voice 
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@aol.com 
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek 
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. If these things 
bother you *GO AWAY NOW*  
Discipline master/slave relationship. *****There is a scene that will 
be considered non-com by some readers. This was not the case. I wrote 
it. I know what they were thinking and that's all there is to 
that.****
Rating: NC17
Date: 04/09/01
Archive: DitB, RatB, SKSA,WWOMB Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, Scully, and Mulder and 
the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox 
Network. No copyright Infringement is intended, no money is being 
made. 
Summary: Walter is reminded why he shouldn't be late getting home 
from work.
NOTE: Ok this is the result of being stuck in Dallas traffic and 
putting together two things posted to the list in the past week. 1) 
Alex's whiskey shot voice: thank you Kristen for that comment and 2) 
Anika for
wanting Walter as a sub. So I thank you both for the inspiration and 
hope you enjoy the results. I also thank my BB (that's Brutal Beta to 
you guys) Jose for her wonderful guidance, suggestions, giggles and 
for not whapping me up side the head (I know sometimes she would like 
to). She made this story a lot longer than I intended with all those 
suggestions. They were *so* good and the boys do love any excuse to 
play.

AU: Canon was thrown out the window and probably will be from now on 
in my stories. Our Rat will never die! For purposes of clarification 
in this universe the relationship between Skinner and Krycek has been 
going on for 6 years. For those that don't know (which will probably 
be most of you) JD green label is made by Jack Daniels: it is sold in 
only 7 states. The bottle has a green and gold label. My son and one 
of my best friends tell me it is the smoothest whiskey in the world.

[PART 2 OF 2}

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When we got to his room, I roared at him in a way that was guaranteed 
to start a fight. The exchange in the elevator had left me feeling 
like a sex toy again *plus* made it obvious that I wasn't the only 
man in Alex's life. Brian had said *boys*. Plural. No wonder he 
hadn't bothered to come see me. He didn't want me, but I was supposed 
to get his permission to play?

His hand drew back, I was glad. Once he hit me I would be able to 
start getting over him. Yeah, tell yourself another one, Walter. The 
blow opened my cheek and put me on my ass. He had me cuffed to the 
bed before I knew what was happening. He went in the bathroom, I sat 
there, nursing my anger. 

I watched him come toward me with the first aid kit and sat quietly 
while he tended the first of many wounds I would have before the 
night was over. I was still determined to make this a fight. I knew 
if he fucked me that I would probably become what he had called me in 
the parking garage. His slave.

My heart broke when he did his terminator imitation. I tried to 
harden my eyes but I know my concern was there. Alex is such a 
beautiful man, it hurt to see him maimed that way. My first thought 
was that Mulder had in a small way made good on his threats.

That was another turning point. Had I gone with my first instinct--
but not me, no, I had to listen to his words instead of looking in 
his eyes. Had I remembered how ugly I had felt when I had come back 
from Nam, scarred mentally and physically, I could have shown some 
kindness.  

I had never played SM games before and it scared me how good it felt 
when he used the flogger on me. I had always thought that all those 
toys were painful. Alex showed me something I never expected. I 
screamed when he entered me but it wasn't pain. It burned a little 
but I had been experimenting. There was now a butt plug and a dildo 
in my bedside table. 

Masturbation just hadn't been the same since Alex had taught me how 
good it feels to have a cock up my ass. 

His expert touch made me come when I didn't want to give that up to 
him. His smug attitude spiked my anger higher. I was angrier with 
myself than him. So I spit in his face after he kissed me. I knew it 
was the wrong thing to do. I would have killed any man that spit on 
me. 

I expected pain. Wanted pain. With pain I could be free of this 
obsession for him. I know: pull the other one, right? He beat me 
then, as he had said he would. 

And god help me, I flew. I learned that a man can piss come that 
night. The harness had been tightened back so I couldn't shoot but my 
bladder made room. 

Alex doesn't know about that. I never told him. He was adjusting the 
shower while I pissed so he didn't see that it was mostly come. He 
had taken me someplace I didn't know I could go. 

It scared the shit out of me.

So now I need it sometimes--the pain that is. I can't ask, so I do 
something to piss him off to the point that he will give me what I 
need. It's not fair to him. He has this guilt still from the first 
time, even though that was the only time he's drawn blood.  

We were very cautious with each other the rest of the weekend. He 
cared for my body as if it were the most precious of jewels. By 
Sunday afternoon, I was feeling better. Still a little stiff and very 
horny. After I had jerked us off in the early hours of Saturday 
morning, there had been no more sex. He kissed me, cuddled me but 
made no move to fuck me. I was thoroughly confused until I put it all 
together. He thought we were through or would be as soon as he let me 
out of there. 

Sunday, we were napping with me wrapped around him in what he had 
once described as my *octopus snuggle technique* -- arms wrapped 
around his upper body, his legs resting in the circle of mine. When I 
woke up, I looked at his beautiful face. So relaxed and childlike in 
sleep. I looked down at his stump and my heart ached for him. Not 
just the pain but the trauma that loosing a limb causes. 

I had made several attempts to touch it but he had pulled away from 
me. I had seen the fear in his eyes. Fear of being a pity fuck.  
Somehow, I had to let him know that wasn't how it was. I shifted us 
and he made that little 'be still' noise he makes when he isn't ready 
to wake up.

My maneuver had positioned him with his stump where I could reach it. 
I cupped it in my hand and used my lips to map the scars there. Just 
a light gentle touch, skimming my lips over it. He sighed but didn't 
wake enough to protest. I kneaded it tenderly as my tongue traced the 
scars my lips had touched earlier. I must have hit an especially 
tender spot because his eyes opened and he jerked back. He didn't get 
far, I had locked my ankles together when I had started my 
explorations.

"Fuck, let me go!"

"No. I want to touch you. I want you to understand that I'm neither 
turned on nor turned off by this. It just happens to be different 
than it was before. You're still the only man I want to fuck me. 
You're still beautiful."

"Beautiful! Yeah, sure. You need your glasses, Walter. It's fucking 
ugly." His voice hard, cold.

"Alex, do you think my scars are ugly?" 

They don't pay me the big bucks for nothing. I took a special course, 
*How to Manipulate Your Lover and Your Agents*. I had spoken as 
softly as I could.

"No, of course not. That's different. You aren't deformed. You still 
have two hands to hold me. You can still pinch both my nipples at 
once. You can finger me and stroke my cock at the same time." I could 
hear the longing in his voice.

"Alex, I can't say that I won't miss those things. That would be a 
lie. But I can tell you that I don't see you as deformed. I see the 
man who taught me the true pleasure my body can feel. We can work 
around the limits this puts on us." As I talked, I started caressing 
his stump again.

"How can you stand to touch me? It's not just the arm but after what 
I did to you. Don't you hate me?"

"No, Alex, I don't hate you." I told him frankly, "I wanted to. The 
idea of being part of a harem made me furious. I didn't understand 
why you had been back so long but hadn't come to see me. I pushed 
you. I wanted you to hurt me so I could say 'See how he is. You don't 
need him.' When Brian was talking, all I could think was that you had 
brought me here, not because you wanted *me* but because I was 
*playing* without permission." 

As I spoke, I continued touching him, accustoming myself to this new 
part of my lover. Getting him used to having it touched.  I was 
willing to bet that he had allowed no one to touch his arm other than 
the doctors. Again, he tried to pull away. I bent my head and ran my 
tongue over the scars.

"Please, Walter. Don't." An anguished sob whispered close to my ear. 

"Have you forgotten how you did this to my scars when I tried to hide 
them from you? Don't you remember what you told me? You said they 
were a part of me and you wanted every part of me. Alex, you taught 
me too well. I now want every part of you."

He sucked in a ragged breath and I knew I had won this round. I 
kissed my way up to his beautiful mouth and covered it with mine. It 
didn't take long for the kiss to become hot. I could feel his cock 
filling where it rested against my leg. I didn't give him any time to 
think. I worked my way back down so I could suck him. 

When he was completely hard, I got the lube and coated him thickly. 
Before he could recover enough to ask me what I was doing, I lowered 
myself onto him. We both moaned. His threat to 'fuck you raw' had 
never happened. He had only fucked me that one time. 

I moved slowly up and down on him. I had been using the dildo when I 
masturbated. But a dildo is not the same as a thick hard cock. 
Nothing can compare with watching a beautiful man twist and moan 
under you. I went slow as long as I could manage.  Until he gave me 
permission to speed up. 

"Faster, Walter. I'm gonna come. GODdddddddddddddddd."

I felt him pulsing inside me. His hand closed around me and I 
exploded for him. When I started to pull off him, he stopped me.

"No, Walter. I want to stay inside you. Come down here and kiss me."

I leaned down with my elbows on either side of him, his hand wrapped 
around my neck and we kissed like we just invented it. We stayed that 
way for a long time, just kissing. Alex is such a good kisser. He 
tells me I am, too.

"Let's go shower, Walter, before we're permanently glued together. "

He took me again in the shower. It's become one of my favorite ways 
for him to fuck me. A contrast of sensations. The cold tile under my 
hands. The feel of him, so hard and hot, pounding into me. The warm 
water washing over us.

We dressed silently and he led me back to his car. The drive to my 
place was quiet. He pulled up and I started to open the door.

"Walter, are we……."

I looked at him and, for the first time, I really looked into his 
soul. He was telling me that he would let me go if I wanted. I didn't 
want. I leaned back toward him and brushed his lips with mine.

"Don't stay away so long. I get really horny and do stupid things."

"Can't have that." He smiled his killer smile for me, the one that 
causes those little lines to appear above his nose.

I slipped out of the car and walked quickly away. He didn't pull away 
from the building until I was inside.

The next Friday, I was still at my desk at eight. I had spent the 
week mooning like a teenager. I had masturbated like one, too. That's 
partly why I was still at my desk. I hadn't been able to concentrate 
so I was behind. The phone rang and I picked it up expecting a call 
to bail Mulder out of jail or something.

"Skinner."

"Walter, why are you still at that place?"

"Reports that don't get read when someone is jerking off in the 
bathroom."

I heard his deep laugh and I could picture his smile. 

"Go home, Walter. Get cleaned up, put on those leather pants and that 
cologne you know I like. Be at the club at ten."

"Then what happens?"

"We dance until you drive me crazy then I drag you into the back room 
and give us both what we want."

My cock was already standing at attention. Damn, I'm not supposed to 
get hard this often. 

"I don't know about that. I think I want more than what you can give 
me in the back room of a club."

"Really? Ready to pursue that training I spoke of last weekend?" His 
voice had deepened to pure JD green label and I got harder. 

"Only with you. I don't want to *play* with anyone but you."

"I don't plan to *ever* let you." He growled back at me and I 
squirmed like a puppy that had just been told 'good boy' by his 
master. 

"Should I bring a bag?"

"What for? I intend to keep you naked all weekend."

"Wonderful. I'll see you at ten." 

I put the phone down and pushed my chair back.

"Sounds like you have a hot date, Sir."

Shit! Mulder. Damn! I replayed my side of the conversation quickly in 
my head, trying to decide how much it might have given away.  
Everything could have been said to a woman. 

"Contrary to popular belief, Mulder, I do have a life. What can I do 
for you?"

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to get a drink but looks like I 
should have asked for a place on your dance card sooner. I did hear 
you say you were going to a club, right?"

"Yes, I did. My friend likes to dance. Did you need to talk about 
something? I do have a little time."

"No, not really. I just came up to drop off a report and thought I'd 
try to lure you away from your desk. Scully thinks you work too hard."

"Tell Agent Scully that I think my work habits may change. I don't 
think my friend is going to let me work this weekend. Thank you both 
for your concern. If that's all, I want to get home to change."

"Sure, Sir. Have a good weekend."

"Oh, I think it's going to be a great weekend."

I grabbed my jacket, shut down the lights and followed Mulder to the 
elevators. I hurried home to get ready. I gave myself an enema to 
make sure I was clean. I had to jerk off in the shower because I kept 
picturing him carrying out his threat to fuck me in the back room. 

I'd never had public sex but then I'd never done a lot of things 
before I met him. The idea of him taking me like that was so 
deliciously decadent. I was in a state of arousal I'd never 
experienced before. The time couldn't pass fast enough. 

I got to the club a little early. Went to the bar for a drink and 
waited for him. A couple of guys asked me to dance but I just told 
them I was waiting for someone. I smiled when I saw his reflection in 
the mirror moving toward me. I turned to meet him. Taking my hand he 
led me out to the dance floor.

He pulled me in close, locking our crotches together, nesting his 
hard-on against mine. He smiled, leaned close to whisper in my ear.

"Who do you belong to, Walter?"

"You, only you."

"An almost perfect answer. You should follow that answer with Sir or 
Master or Alex depending on the setting."

I groaned as his teeth fastened on my throat. Somehow, I knew we 
wouldn't be dancing for long. We barely made it through the song. He 
hooked his hand in the front of my pants and pulled me off the floor 
toward the back room. 

He pushed me against one wall, his mouth descending on mine in a 
possessive kiss. His hand was busy opening my fly to take my cock 
out.  I moaned into his mouth as he stroked me. I was completely 
oblivious to the other men in the room. My universe had narrowed to 
him, his hand on my cock, his mouth on mine, that wonderful eau de 
Alex. 

I made no protest when he turned me toward the wall and pushed my 
pants down to my knees.

"Did you lube yourself?"

"Yes." 

"Good! You planned ahead. From now on, you should make sure you are, 
or have some handy."

I felt the head of his cock pushing insistently against me then the 
pop that signaled he was in. I used my hands to keep my body from 
slamming into the wall as he pumped into me. His hand slipped 
underneath my shirt, finding a nipple and pinching it hard. I pushed 
back against him while moving my legs farther apart to give him 
greater access to me. 

"You aren't going to come, Slave. *That* is something you will need 
to earn this weekend."

I groaned as his hand left me. He went still, molded to my body.  I 
felt something drop over my cock, positioned then fastened tight, 
imprisoning it and my balls. He began to thrust into me again. I felt 
his lips against my ear as he whispered.

"Look, Slave. Look how beautiful you are, displayed and ready to 
serve your master's pleasure. I'm going to come soon. Then we are 
leaving and we can get to those things you want that I can't give you 
here."

I looked down at his words to see how I looked bound up like that. I 
don't have any illusions, I know I'm not beautiful. But my cock is 
big, well shaped and it does look good with my balls lifted up tight 
next to it like that. 

A few more hard thrusts and I felt him jerking inside me. His voice 
was a harsh purr in my ear.

"Milk me, Slave. Take in every drop."  

I tightened down on him the way I know he likes. Tightening and 
relaxing until I was told to stop. He stepped back and I moaned at 
the loss. His hand turned me, then dropped to caress me. 


"So, beautiful. Let's get out of here. I have plans for you. It's 
going to be an enlightening weekend."

I reached to pull my pants back up and he stepped back so anyone 
looking our way could see me. I was embarrassed to be exposed that 
way. I could feel the heat moving up my face. I finally learned that 
he likes to show me off. It's a 'he's mine and you can't have him' 
kind of thing. 

In the car, I opened my pants before he asked and got a megawatt 
smile from him. When we got to his room, he told me to take off my 
shirt while he brought fleece lined cuffs to fasten around my wrists. 
He led me to a wall that had rings placed at different levels. 
Lifting my left arm, he fastened the cuff to one of the highest 
rings. 

Walking away, he pulled a leather chair over so he was sitting a few 
feet from me. He opened his pants and hooked a leg up over the arm of 
the chair.

"I want you to jerk yourself off for me."

"Alex, I can't."

"Yes, you can. If you want to come tonight, that's the only way it 
will happen. I want to be entertained. If you obey me in all things 
this weekend, I *will* reward you. Now, come on, close your eyes if 
you want to, and tell me what you think about when you jerk off." 

I groaned, knowing I would obey. Closing my eyes, I dropped my head 
back against the wall.

"You. I think about you and the way it feels when you fuck me. I 
think about the green of your eyes blazing at me as you ride me. The 
heat of your come in my mouth and on my tongue when I suck you off."

I had begun to stroke myself as I talked. I felt him near me, then 
the cool gel that landed on the head of my cock.  I ran my fingers 
over the head, smoothing the gel down to coat myself. I heard the 
creak of the leather as he settled back in the chair. I opened my 
eyes just enough so I could watch him. He was rubbing gel onto his 
cock and stroking it back to life. 

"I think about the delicious pleasure you give me when you push…oh so 
slowly into me. And the 
pleasure/pain of when you loose control and hammer into me."

I was stroking my cock hard now, wanting to come but unable with the 
ring still in place. His eyes watched my every move as I watched his. 
With each upstroke, I rubbed my thumb hard over the leaking head. We 
both were wheezing like steam engines. The sound of flesh working 
flesh loud in the room. 

"Take the ring off, Slave. Come for your master." His lust-hoarse 
voice music to me.

I fumbled with the ring, finally getting it off. I closed my eyes 
again; with a couple of hard tugs, I was shooting like Old Faithful. 
I opened my eyes when I heard the creak of the leather chair. I 
watched as Alex walked toward me, still stroking himself. He stopped 
a few inches in front of me, his eyes locking with mine. His groan a 
deep, harsh sound as I felt the first spurt of his come hit my 
stomach to join with my own there. 

I looked down to watch as he painted my body with his come. He let go 
of his cock, taking my hand, rubbing my index finger in our come, 
blending the two together. Then lifted my hand, sucked my finger into 
his mouth. It was my turn to groan.

+++++++++

I woke up to the sound of a loud alarm on one of the machines Walter 
was hooked up to. I was up, pushing my chair out of the way, before 
the nurses got to the room. I backed up to the wall staying out of 
their way, watching in terror as they worked on him. The doctor I had 
talked to earlier rushed into the room, spitting out orders in a 
controlled voice that told me more than I wanted to know. 

I stood there, helpless, as they fought to keep my lover alive. I 
watched with my heart in my throat as they shocked him three times 
before his heart responded. 

Finally, the doctor turned toward me. "Mr. Krycek, we're taking him 
for some tests. I'm concerned about his leg. As I told you, the 
damage to its vascular system was pretty extensive. We may have to 
take the leg."

I swallowed my heart as I walked toward his bed.

"We'll cross that bridge when we need to, doctor. Give me a minute, 
please, and you can do your tests."

He nodded to the nurses and they moved away from the bed. I bent down 
close to his ear, determined, to make him hear me.

"Walter, I told you that you don't have permission to die. Sleep, my 
beloved, and heal. But don't you even think about leaving me. I love 
you, Walter. Please," my voice broke and I pleaded, "don't leave me. 
I need you." 

I kissed him then and waved to the nurses. As he was wheeled out of 
the room the nurse that had been so kind to me touched my arm.

"Mr. Krycek, the tests will take a while. Have you eaten today?"

"No."

"Then you should. Have you thought about how he'll feel when he wakes 
up if you look as though you are about to faint from hunger? Go down 
and get some food. I'll have you paged when he gets back. He's not 
going to leave you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because if a beautiful man like you ordered me not to die and told 
me they loved me, I wouldn't dare die. Go get some food."

I wandered down to the cafeteria to eat, choking down the food only 
because I knew she was right. My heart lurched when they paged me to 
come to surgery not ICU. I saw the doctor as soon as I got off the 
elevator.

"Mr. Krycek, we need to operate again. The tests show some leakage in 
one of the vessels we repaired. He's bleeding into the muscle and 
that means he isn't getting proper circulation to the rest of his 
leg."

"Will you need to take his leg?"

"No, we don't think the leg has been deprived long enough to make 
that necessary. Look, I know you understand what it's like to lose a 
limb. We won't take that step unless we have no other options. We 
need you to sign a permission form."

"I want to see him again before you take him in."

"Of course. Nurse,```````````````````````````````````````````` take 
Mr. Krycek in to see Mr. Skinner. Then give him the forms to sign."

I looked at the doctor and felt a subtle change in his attitude 
toward me. I followed the nurse into Recovery. I touched Walter and 
whispered my love to him again but didn't linger. The quicker they 
got him into surgery the better. I didn't want him to lose his leg.  

One of the nurses gave me directions to the waiting room. I found a 
corner and settled into a chair with nothing but my memories to keep 
me company. The last week I had asked Walter to do some things that 
were pretty outrageous for him. He had complied with each *request* 
with no protest and had given evidence of enjoying each one. 

On Wednesday I had sent him to work with a new butt plug in place. 
Just before lunch, I called him with instructions.

"Slave, I want you to go to the address I put in your briefcase. You 
are to be there at noon. Ask for Mr. Smith-Jones. You belong to him 
for the afternoon so tell Kim that you won't be back."

"Yes, Sir."

"Do I detect hesitation, Slave?"

"No, Sir. I just thou…… Sorry, Sir. I'll be on time."

"Very good! I'll see you at home tonight."

I was calling him from the room they would be showing him to at noon. 
I know it was mean of me to make him think he was being *loaned out*, 
that I was going back on my word to him. But I was still upset over 
our anniversary. I needed to find out just how far he would go to 
show his devotion to me. 

Promptly at noon there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find 
him standing there. The relief on his face was evident when he saw me.

"Come in. It's, Walter, right?"

"Yes, it's Walter."

"Well, you certainly are as attractive as he said you were.  You may 
call me Sir."

"Yes, Sir."

"Take off your clothes. The closet is the door on the right. He told 
me you are neat so I imagine you will wish to hang up your clothes."

"He, Sir?" A soft question as he began to strip.

"Your master, of course. Did he not tell you why you are here?"

"He told me only that I belong to you for the afternoon."

I was sitting in a chair, watching as he finished undressing. When he 
turned to me, I whistled.

"Does that thing grow or just get hard?"

"It grows, Sir."

"Good, then your master didn't exaggerate your assets. He said he 
doesn't let you fuck him. Is that true?"

"My master is always truthful, Sir."

"I doubt that, but it isn't important. The man's a fool not to take 
advantage of that monster." 

I pitched a cock ring to him. 

"Put that on then get it up."

I watched as he positioned the ring then started to stroke himself. 
He was watching me as he brought himself erect. I licked my lips and 
motioned him to come to me. I wrapped my hand around his hip and 
pulled him close enough to run my tongue over the head, teasing the 
slit the way I know he likes.

"He also said you are an expert cocksucker. Show me how good you are."

He went to his knees without a word and reached for my belt. I raised 
my hips when he had my jeans open so he could slip them off me. His 
mouth covered me and I leaned back, enjoying my lover's skills. I was 
so turned on it didn't take him long to make me come. He sat back on 
his heels, watching me as I came back to earth. 

"Your master is a lucky man. You do that very well. But that's not 
the main reason you are here."

"Sir?"

"He really didn't tell you anything, did he? I love big cocks. That's 
the reason you are here. He was bragging about how he has this slave 
with a huge cock that never gets used. I asked how huge and he spread 
his hands out to show me. I thought he was lying but told him if it 
were true, I'd pay him for your services. Your master may not want 
that cock but I plan for it to be up my ass most of the afternoon."  

His eyes were shinning and he was fighting back a smile.  

"Finish undressing me, Walter."

He rose gracefully and had me naked in about two seconds. I wrapped 
my hand around his cock and led him to the bed. I settled myself on 
the bed, a couple of pillows under my ass.

"There's lube in the drawer. Use plenty. I like big dicks but that 
doesn't mean I want to be torn."

He opened the drawer then turned to me. 

"Sir, there're no condoms."

"Your master said you were clean. Was that a lie?"

"No, Sir. But I didn't expect you to know that." 

He crawled onto the bed between my legs. He took his time lubing me 
before doing his cock. 

"How do you want me to do this, Sir? A slow entry or a firm hard 
push? I don't want to displease you or hurt you." 

"Go slow until I'm hard again, then I'll want hard and fast."

"Yes, Sir."

He pulled my legs up high over his shoulders and positioned himself 
against me. He followed instructions to the letter, easing into me as 
though I were a virgin. He moaned softly as he bottomed out in me. He 
worked himself in and out, long deep strokes. Filling me, brushing my 
prostate with every thrust. It didn't take long for me to get hard 
again.

"Sir, would you like me to play with your nipples, or maybe I might 
be allowed to kiss you."

"You may do both."

He bent down to kiss me breathless, trailing kisses down to a nipple 
that he began to assault. His tongue and teeth were driving me wild. 
I arched up to give him more access.

"Now, Walter! Hard and fast!"

He speeded up. I grabbed the bedpost to anchor myself in the flood of 
feeling he was causing me. 

"Yes! All of you…..  want all of you……Walterrrrrr! Now! Make me come."

His teeth clamped down on my nipple as he rocked the bed with the 
force of his thrusts. He used one hand to fist me, wringing my climax 
from me. My come coated his belly and chest and I screamed my 
pleasure for the world to hear. 

I left the planet. I think I may have been orbiting Pluto. 

When I was aware again, he was gently cleaning the sweat from my 
body. Still rock hard and lubed. He looked gorgeous. 

I smiled, "Your master is a fool."

"Please don't talk about him that way, Sir. I love him."

"Yeah, you must. You'd have to, to put up with him."

"He's a better man than you think, Sir. He loves me, even when I fuck 
up."

"Ok, I'll stop. Let's have some lunch and then you are going to do 
that again. Only this time, you can come, too."

I reached for the phone and told them to bring up our lunch. It is so 
much fun to play games with him. He settled himself in a chair on 
display when I ordered him to. I fed him lunch and allowed him to 
feed me. Afterwards I lay on my stomach for him to fuck me again. As 
I had promised, I allowed him to come. We showered together.  

I sat on the bed and watched him dress. "Your master is certainly one 
of the luckiest men on the planet. If you ever decide to leave him, 
look me up. There're two envelopes in the top drawer. One is for you, 
the other is for your master."

He opened the drawer and pulled out the envelopes. His eyebrows asked 
permission and I nodded. He pulled out the Redskin season passes I 
had bought and his face lit up like a kid at Christmas. He does love 
that stupid game.

"Tell your master I said I may want to purchase your services again 
sometime. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Sir, I would like it if he allows."

"Good. Come kiss me goodbye."

He sat next to me on the bed and kissed me passionately. 

"Thank you, Sir. I enjoyed our afternoon very much."

"Between you and me, Walter, it would have been cheap at twice the 
price. But please don't tell your master that, he could bankrupt me." 

He laughed then and I pulled him in for another kiss. 

"Go, I have things to do."


"Krycek."

I looked up to see Scully standing near me. "What are you doing here, 
Scully?"

"I called to check on Skinner and they told me he was back in 
surgery. They wouldn't give me any other information. So, I came down 
to see what I could find out."

"Where's Mulder? I thought you guys were joined at the hip."

"He's out, running. Besides, you threatened to kill him if Skinner 
dies. I figured it was best if you two weren't in the same room right 
now. Why is Skinner back in surgery?"

"There was a problem from the first one. One of the vessels was 
leaking into the muscle. He might--lose his leg." My voice breaking 
as I thought of how he would feel if that happened.

She shocked me by sitting next to me.

"How long have you two been…..?"

"Fucking?"

"Actually, after thinking about it a while, I realized that it has to 
be more than just sex. His lawyer said that you are his only heir, 
the executor of his will and the decision maker for his living will. 
Skinner would have to trust you a lot to give you all that power."

"Yeah? What does Mulder think?"

"He thinks you have used some form of brainwashing on him. He does 
have whip scars on his back."

"Those were made a long time ago, Scully."

"He has fresh bruises on his buttocks, Krycek." 

"Guess Mulder never bruises you? Of course not, he probably treats 
you like spun glass.  Or does all his passion go into the work?"

"You are forgetting how many autopsies I've preformed. I saw his 
hips. Those aren't just hard sex bruises. Looked like a ridding crop 
to me."

"Look, I know you aren't going to believe me, but I love him and he 
loves me. Doesn't it say something to you that when he was lying on 
the ground, blood pumping out of an artery he called *me*?"

"Yes, I admit it does. It says you have a strong hold on him. For his 
sake I hope you do mean what you said. He deserves to be loved. I 
just don't understand how you got together after all the things that 
happened."

"Fishing's an old interrogation technique, Scully. Did you think I 
wouldn't remember that from Quantico? We 'got together' long before 
all that happened. We spent time with each other during all that. He 
always swore he hated me but he *never* said no to sex with me." 

"We have lived many lifetimes as lovers. We always find each other. 
If he dies I will follow him as he has followed me in the past." 

My eyes held hers as I spoke, my voice dropping into *master tones*  
without any real thought. I saw something click for her and she 
nodded. Before she could say anything else I saw the nurse who had 
been so kind to me come through the door. Jumping to my feet, I ran 
to meet her.

"Mr. Krycek, the surgery went well. They're taking him to Recovery 
now and the doctor will be out to talk to you."

"His leg?"

Smiling, placing a hand on my arm, "He'll be chasing you around his 
bed in no time."

"Thank you."

+++++++++

This time when I woke up, I was more aware. Alex's head was on the 
bed next to me. I couldn't talk because of the tubes but I managed to 
move my arm. His head jerked up, his hand reached to join with mine.

"Walter, you're going to be fine. You scared the shit out of me. 
Don't you *ever* do that again."

I nodded since I couldn't speak. He bent to kiss my head.  

"Sleep and heal. I'll be right here, watching over you."

He looked so tired and he needed a shave. I drifted back to sleep, 
back to my dreams of my lover. Knowing, if I had died, at least it 
would have been after the best week of my life. We had played games 
all week. 

Monday, he had called me at work and ordered me to come in my pants 
in the presence of Mulder and Scully. My reward for that had been all 
my favorites for dinner and the sweetest lovemaking for dessert. 

Wednesday, he *loaned* me out for the afternoon. He told me to go to 
an address at noon and ask for Mr. Smith-Jones. I was shocked. He's 
always been so possessive of me. Always told me that he would never 
let anyone else fuck me. 

I figured I had finally pissed him off to the point that he was going 
to really punish me. Believe me, the idea of letting anyone else 
touch me was punishment. The actual act would be torture. But he is 
my master and had given me an order. I just hoped I could do what was 
expected of me. I prayed the guy wouldn't want me to get it up 
because I knew I wouldn't manage that.

My love for him soared when he was the one to open the door. I was 
more than willing to play the slave who had been bought for the 
afternoon. The sex was fantastic, the lunch delicious, and the *tip* 
a wonderful gift since two tickets meant that he would go with me. He 
hates football.

He even continued the game at home by asking me if I had obeyed Mr. 
Smith-Jones. Where was his payment for my services? I gave him the 
envelope and told him that Mr. Smith-Jones said he might want my 
services again. I watched as he opened the envelope to count the ten 
one hundred-dollar bills that were in it. I must be hot stuff if an 
afternoon with me is worth a thousand dollars.  

Friday night, when I got into my car, something cold was pressed 
against the back of my throat.

"You're going to be a good boy, Walter. If you do anything to attract 
attention to us, I will shoot the person you involve. Do you 
understand?"

"Yes, I understand. What do you want?" 

"You, Walter. I've been watching you. Waiting for my chance to have 
you. Now drive. I'll give you directions."

I started the car and pulled out of the parking garage. I followed 
his directions to a warehouse in an out of the way area of town. Most 
of the buildings were no longer in use. I pulled up to the one he 
directed me to. Leaning past me, he pushed the button on the door 
opener. I drove inside and turned off the car.

"Get out of the car and go up the stairs. Remember I'm very good with 
this. It'd be messy fucking a man with a bleeding leg but it wouldn't 
stop me."

I went up the stairs quietly. The loft we climbed to was equipped 
almost as well as our basement at home.
I looked at the huge bed that was near one wall, the red satin sheets 
looking like Valentine's Day gone wild.
The ceiling above was covered with mirror tiles and rings at 
different positions dangled over the bed. All the better for bondage 
games. 

"Strip."

I looked at him and he waved the gun at me. I stripped. I'm not 
stupid, the man with the gun is in charge.
When I was naked, he gestured to the bed.

"Get on the bed and put on the cuffs you'll find on the table. Then 
fasten the right one to the chain on the bed."

Again I followed instructions. When my right wrist was secured, he 
moved to secure the left one. Then placed the gun on the table by the 
bed. I spoke for the first time since we left the Hoover.

"How long have you been stalking me?"

"Walter, stalking is such a negative word. I prefer admiring you from 
afar. Quite some time now. I just needed for that wimp you live with 
to be gone. Didn't want anyone looking for you. I wanted us to have 
plenty of time to get to know each other."

"Is that what you call this? Usually people get to know each other 
over dinner, not by being chained to a bed naked. Look, so far all 
you're guilty of is abduction. Why don't you let me go and we can 
forget all this?"

"Walter, you don't expect me to believe that, do you? No, we are 
going to have a good time. I'm going to show you how it feels to have 
a real man fuck you. By Sunday night you won't want to go back to 
that wuss. So, why don't you just relax and enjoy. I can make it good 
for you."

"In the first place, that wuss, as you call him, is the best lover 
I've ever had. Second, he will kill you when he finds out about this. 
He's very territorial about me. Third, there is a huge difference 
between fucking and rape. I'm not consenting. That makes it rape."

"Your lips say no but your body will say yes. Now, be good or I'll 
gag you."

I watched as he went to a cabinet and removed two more wide cuffs 
that I knew would go around my ankles. I made no move to fight him. 
Once they were fastened he attached a spreader bar to them. Smart. 
That way I wouldn't have much agility to kick at him when he was 
hooking me to the rings in the ceiling.

He knew his stuff. One leg was secured then the spreader bar removed. 
He pulled the other leg over to secure to another ring. This spread 
my legs in a wide V shape as far open as possible, giving him easy 
access to ass, cock, and balls. It also lifted my ass just enough to 
make penetration easier for him but still wouldn't put a strain on my 
back. I knew then that he intended to keep me this way, probably for 
hours.

I watched as he undressed before he went back to the cabinet. Coming 
back to the bed he dropped a huge tube of lube next to me on the bed. 
The crop he kept in his hand. 

He straddled my chest and smiled at me. "Walter, I want you to suck 
me off. You can act enthusiastic and do a good job or I can use this 
to remind you. I know you feel you must be loyal to the asshole but 
do you really want a sore ass?"

"Fuck you!"

"No, Walter. I'm going to fuck you. Over and over again. I guarantee 
your ass will know I've been in it before much longer. Now, be a good 
boy, suck, Walter."

He pushed his cock against my lips and when I refused to open them, 
he reached back and the crop landed on my ass. Not a hard blow but it 
still stung. I gasped and he pushed into my mouth. Then it was suck 
or choke. Once, when he pulled back too far, I pushed him out and got 
another swat to remind me who was running things. He moaned as he 
shot down my throat. He sat back on my chest and caressed my cheek 
while his breathing evened out again.

"Not bad. But I'm sure you can do better. Or, does the wuss do all 
the sucking and you just get sucked. Is that it, Walter? Are you the 
top?"

"I'm not going to discuss my relationship with you."

That got me another swat with the crop.

"Mind your manners, Walter. Ah, well, I thought we might have some 
conversation but since you don't wish to talk, I think I'll just 
play."

He got off my chest and knelt facing me where he could reach my ass 
and cock. I couldn't stop the moan as he slicked me and started 
jerking me. His strokes long, firm. I tried to hold back but my cock 
has a mind of its own. It didn't take him long to bring me off. 

"Nice!"

He rubbed his thumb over the slit, collecting the last drop then 
sucked his thumb clean. He gave me no time to recover. A glob of cold 
lube landed on my ass and his fingers started pushing it in. The man 
has talented fingers. I wouldn't have thought he could get me hard 
again so quickly. This time he brought me off just by finger fucking 
me. When I came, he chuckled.

"Walter, you are so responsive. I don't think that man is taking good 
care of your needs."

"Fuck off." 

He grabbed the crop again and several hard blows landed on my ass. 

"I'm trying to be patient with you. I will not put up with that type 
of language. Do---you---understand---me---Walter." Each word 
punctuated with an another stripe on my ass. 

"Ok! I get it!"

"Excellent! Now, I think it's my turn to come again."

I watched him in the mirrors as he stroked himself erect. More lube 
was squirted on my hole. He positioned himself so I had a great view 
of him rubbing the head of his thick cock in the lube. I moaned as he 
pushed just the head inside me. I heard a slight pop as he pulled it 
free. 

"You are so nice and tight. God, this is going to be so good."

He pushed the head in again as his hand fondled my cock. Rocking 
forward, more of him slid inside me. He kept rocking, pulling most of 
the way out, pushing more of his cock in me with each forward motion. 
Once he was in all the way he just stayed there. His hand working me. 
I didn't think I could get hard again but my cock was still enjoying 
his attentions. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feel of him in 
my ass and his hand caressing me. 

Suddenly he let me go and pulled out of me. I opened my eyes and 
watched, surprised, as he got off the bed and walked across the room. 
He went through a door and I wondered what was going on. He came back 
with a washcloth that he used to clean the drying come off my body. I 
guess I looked puzzled because he spoke to me then. 

"I decide I wanted to play with your tits and I don't want to eat dry 
flaky come." 

He took the washcloth back to the bathroom, stopping at the cabinet 
on his way back. I groaned when I saw the nipple clamps in his hand. 

"Don't worry. These are very mild ones. We'll save the harsher ones 
for some other day."

He sat on the bed next to me, bending down and taking a nipple in his 
mouth. He kissed it, then ran his tongue in a lazy circle around it, 
then he bit down hard and I arched off the bed. I love having them 
bitten. He raised his head, smiled a wicked smile and attached the 
clamp. That's when my dick decided it wanted to join the party again. 
He repeated his actions on the other side.

I watched his every move as he got up to position himself between my 
legs again. I couldn't stop the sigh as he slid inside me again. He 
started slowly. Building up to harder and deeper thrusts. I was 
panting under him, wanting every inch he had to give me. He reached 
to wrap his hand in the chain that joined the clamps together and 
yanked hard. 

I screamed, "God! Alex, please!"

"Come, lover." The order dripping whiskey. 

He slammed into me once more and I felt him jerk as he shot. The 
chain was yanked hard enough to pull the clamps off and then I was 
shooting. 

I woke up to the sound of Alex and Mulder fighting with each other.

+++++++++

"Just get the fuck out, Mulder. The last thing Walter needs to wake 
up to is your questions and accusations. Our private life is just 
that--private. Now get out!" I hissed at him. I was trying to be 
quiet so we wouldn't wake Walter. 

"What? You need privacy so you can beat on him some more? I don't 
know how you got to him, Krycek, but I'm going to help him get free."

He had gone too far. I slammed him up against the wall. Then I heard 
a weak voice behind me.

"Alex."

Mulder was forgotten as I turned back to the bed where my lover was 
reaching for the water on the table. I moved quickly to hand him the 
glass, holding it while he drank.

"Look, now he's playing the concerned lover."

I started to turn but Walter's hand caught mine. The water had helped 
and his voice sounded stronger as he spoke to Mulder. 

"Mulder, you seem to have come to some incorrect conclusions about 
our relationship. I'm asking you to go, please."

"Sir, I want to help you. Whatever he's threatened you with, I'll 
help you fight. We can't let this bastard do this to you."

I pulled away from Walter and pushed Mulder against the wall again.

"You want to get me out of the way so you can have him. Won't work, 
Mulder. To have him, you would have to give up Scully and *I* would 
have to let go. You'll never have him. He's mine and I don't share 
and neither does he."

"You don't know what you are talking about, Krycek."

"Oh! Please! Mulder, I know you want him. I wasn't as drunk as I 
pretended to be that night."

Mulder's fist lashed out, splitting my lip. Without thought, my knife 
was at his throat. 

"Alex! Stop. Please." His voice was pleading. I backed up slowly.

"You're wondering if I told him about your drunken confession to me? 
I haven't. There was no reason to. You see, that night he was already 
mine. Scully can't give you everything you want, can she?"

"Alex, what are you talking about?"

"Mulder here got really drunk one night while I was still working 
with him, confessed to me that he had fantasies about you. Seems when 
you raise you voice to him, he wants to get on his knees and suck 
you. You want to suck *Daddy*, don't you, Mulder?"

Mulder pushed hard and I fell back against Walter's bed. I felt 
Walter's hand against my back trying to steady me. I pushed off that 
and back toward Mulder, invading his personal space.

"That's not all, Mulder. I didn't pass out. I just had no interest in 
you. After having *him*, no one else stands a chance."

"Alex, please stop. Come here, please. Let me talk to him."

I turned back to him, ignoring Mulder's puzzled look. He reached to 
pull me down on the bed with him. 

"Mulder, I'm not with Alex against my will. We've been lovers since 
he was an agent. Even when thing were at their worst, I wanted him. I 
tried to tell myself I hated him. But it only worked when he wasn't 
with me. I know you will have trouble believing this but I love Alex 
and he loves me. Take Scully and go home, Mulder. Alex will look 
after me."

"Like he's taken care of you in the past? We saw the whip scars on 
your back and the new bruises on your ass." 

His voice was almost shrill by this point. Walter's hand tightened on 
my arm in warning.

"Mulder, this isn't any of your business. Nothing happens between us 
without my consent. The scars are old. The new bruises are……let's 
just say I asked for them. Let it go, Mulder."

"No, Sir, I can't. You've been a friend to me. I can't just walk away 
and let him use you this way. He's brainwashed you. We can get rid of 
him."

"I have no intention of  'getting rid' of him. We *love* each other. 
This discussion is over, Agent Mulder, it's time for you to leave." 
Walter's voice had gone from gentle persuasion to full AD in charge.

"But…"

"Now, Agent, or I will ask security to remove you. Go home. I'll see 
you when I come back to work."

Mulder stood looking like a kicked pup at Walter for a long minute 
then he glared at me and stomped out of the room. I turned to look at 
Walter as his hand pulled me toward him. I allowed myself to be 
pulled down to rest against his chest. 

"Walter, they can make a lot trouble for you."

"I don't care. All that matters right now is that I'm here with you. 
I know I probably have breath like a dragon but I could use a kiss."

"I don't care how bad it is, I need one too."

I covered his mouth with mine. Seeking to regain what was mine. I was 
scared now. I never meant to blurt out that stuff about Mulder 
wanting him. I've always thought that if Walter knew he would leave 
me. Now Mulder and Scully had the means to destroy him and I had 
given them that. I pulled back and he gave a shaky laugh.

"You keep that up and I'm going to ravish you right here in my 
hospital bed."

"Wait, let me sell some tickets first."  I smiled at my lover and let 
him pull me back down.

"Alex, did Mulder really say that stuff to you about me, or were you 
trying to get to him?"

"No, he said that and more. I just gave him more reasons to hate me. 
I have you and he wants you. I do still have you, don't I?"

The question was out before I realized I was even thinking it. I 
needed reassurance and as he had in times past he gave it to me. One 
arm tightened around me as his hand tilted my head so he could look 
at me.

"I belong to you in this lifetime as I have in all the others and 
will for all eternity, Alex. Nothing and *no one* will come between 
us this time. Not Mulder or my job or OPC. You are stuck with me." 

"Will you still feel that way if you get fired for being with me?"

"Believe it or not, you do a lot of thinking when you're shot and see 
you blood pumping out with each heartbeat. I'm eligible for early 
retirement in less than a year. I think, if you can put up with me, 
that I'll take it then. Stay at home, maybe find some consulting work 
or something. Just enough to keep me from driving you crazy."

"You didn't answer me, Walter. What if they fire you?"

"Alex, I died again. I've been given another chance. A chance to love 
and be loved by you. I said nothing and no one would come between us 
again. If they fire me, that will just mean you have me under foot 
sooner. Hell, I'd leave now but I've *earned* that pension. If, for 
no other reason, my having had to put up with Mulder."

"You really don't have any interest in Mulder? I mean, now that you 
know he would. He's attractive. He'd bottom for you."

"He doesn't have what I want. His eyes are all wrong. He doesn't make 
those cute little lines above his nose when he smiles. My dick 
doesn't get hard when he talks to me. That's very important you know."

I let my voice drop as I growled in his ear. 

"Like my voice, do you?" 

"Mmmm."

"I thought it was my cock you liked. Especially when it's hard and 
driving deep into your sweet ass."

His hand grabbed mine and pulled it down to cover his cock, "See what 
you've done. We're in a hospital. You shouldn't do this to me."

"Oh, but I like to torture my beautiful slave. Haven't you figured 
that out yet?"

I got up and moved to wedge the chair under the door handle. When I 
turned back to him, his eyes were on fire.

"Alex, you aren't……you can't…..not here." 

"You're right about one thing. We can't do what I'd like, but we can 
play."

I opened my pants, pushed the sheet down, the hospital gown up, 
climbed into the bed and wrapped my legs around his uninjured leg.

"I'll just hump you leg. You can call me Rover."

He laughed then and I felt like a god. I took his cock in my hand and 
began to pump him the way I know drives him crazy. He was soon 
panting, his hand reaching for me and trying to return the favor.

"No, love, this is for you. You're going to come when I tell you. Try 
not to scream the place down like you do at home."

"I'll---try,--- Rover." He had to suck in a deep breath to say even 
that. I smiled when he said Rover and kissed his cheek.

"Walter, come now!"

He turned his head into my throat and wailed against my skin as his 
cock jerked in my hand. I was surprised to realize that I was 
shooting against his leg. 

When his breathing evened out again, he grinned that wicked little 
boy grin at me. 

"Rover, you got me all messy."

I smiled, dipped a finger in my come and held it up to him. He sucked 
it into his mouth, cleaning it completely before letting go.

"Rover, have I ever told you that you taste good?"

"Yeah, once or twice. Better get us cleaned up before a nurse decides 
that you need a pill or something. Wouldn't want them to think you 
are having more fun than they are."

I wiped up our mess the best I could and hoped it would dry before 
the nurses noticed. 

+++++++++++++

I watched sleepily as my lover walked over to the backpack he has 
dropped in the corner. He retrieved a battered book and came back to 
settle in the chair by my bed. He was tired. I could read it in the 
way his shoulders drooped. Not that that was any surprise. He had 
barely left my room for the last five days. I'm sure he hadn't left 
me alone for long while I was in ICU either. 

"Alex, you should go get a hotel room and get a decent night's sleep. 
I'm out of danger. There's no reason for you to sleep in that chair."

"No."

"Please. How are you going to take care of me when they let me go 
home if you're exhausted?"

"I'm fine, Walter. I don't want you to be alone. Now go to sleep."

Well, that was about all the shit I could take. I picked up the 
buzzer for the nurse. He watched me but didn't say a word. The nurse 
opened the door.

"Mr. Skinner, can I get you something?"

"Yes, I need to see my doctor."

"I'll call him for you."

"Walter, what are you doing?"

"Since my pig headed lover won't go get a room and a good night's 
sleep, I'm getting out of here and finding a room. Maybe, since you 
feel I need watching, you'll go there with me."

I refused to say another word to him while we waited for the doctor. 
It was at least a half-hour of glares and macho posturing before the 
doctor showed up.

"Mr. Skinner, what can I do for you?"

"You can sign me out of this place."

"That's not a good idea, Mr. Skinner. You just had major surgery a 
week ago. It will take some time before you're able to care for 
yourself."

"I don't need to care for myself, Doctor. I have a stubborn lover who 
can do that quite well. He nursed me the last time I got shot, and he 
knows how to deal with a grumpy patient. So, sign the papers, get me 
something to wear so I'm not flashing the world, and call us a cab."

He turned to Alex with a 'help me' look on his face. 

"Walter……"

"Fuck you, Alex. I'm getting out of here with or without you. Doctor, 
what are those forms you make patients sign when they want to leave 
and you don't want them to? Bring me those and I'll sign them."

"Mr. Skinner, you really shouldn't leave yet."

I threw the sheet back and my legs over the side of the bed. "GET—ME—
THE—FUCKING—PAPERS."

The doctor looked at Alex, got a shrug, "Doctor, no one in his or her 
right mind argues with him when he roars like that. Just get the 
papers. I'll look after him. I promise, the first sign of trouble 
I'll bring him back." 

The doctor turned and left the room without another word. The nurse 
came back with a set of scrubs.

"Here, Mr. Skinner, this is about all we can offer for you to wear. 
They're getting the papers ready for you. Mr. Krycek, can't you get 
him to stay?"

"Not even his mother can talk to him when he's like this. I watched 
her try once. It's best to just go with the flow until he mellows 
out. Usually only takes a week or so." He grinned at her.

I growled and started trying to pull on the scrubs. Alex got up and 
moved to help me. The nurse shook her head and left the room. I was 
dressed when she came back, papers in one hand, a bag of meds and 
bandages in the other. 

Within an hour we were checking into a hotel room. We spent a week 
there, mostly resting. It was a quiet time with a lot of snuggling 
and conversation about our future. Rover visited a couple of times 
but when I tried to push for more, my Master firmly refused.  He told 
me that he had no intention of delaying my recovery. I could have 
more when we got home. 

It was a great relief to finally go home. I knew I would heal much 
faster in the comfort of the home we had made together. That and the 
fact that I needed more than Rover could provide. I really needed him 
inside me again. Needed to re-establish our physical bond. 

When we got home I called Kim to thank her for taking care of things 
at the house. She had stocked the fridge the day before for us. In 
the background, I could hear Mulder, questioning her as to whether I 
was back. Kim ignored him, as I did.

After much pleading, begging, with a shot of logistics thrown in, 
Alex agreed that we could probably have sex safely if we used the 
table in the basement. The table had been modified for our games and 
had leg supports that included straps for light as well as heavy 
bondage. I had spent many happy hours in tight bondage on that table 
waiting for my master to give me release. 

He helped me onto the table and fastened the straps that would help 
me remember to remain still. My ankles were wrapped, followed by my 
calves, then he moved to pull the waist belt around me. He turned and 
stopped to look at me.

"Walter, why are you smiling like that?"

"Just remembering the first time you strapped me to this table."

"As I recall, you were a little nervous."

"I was fucking terrified. It was all still so new to me. I wasn't 
sure what you would do to me once I was helpless. Then you came at me 
with a straight razor."

His hand was at my crotch, his fingers playing with the nest of hair 
there. "Maybe we should do that again. You look good like that. All 
sleek and smooth.  No hair to catch in the rings or get in my way 
when I get oral with you."

"Yeah but it itched like a motherfucker when it grew out. Still, it 
did have compensations."

"We could keep you that way. Now that we're living together, it would 
be easy for me to keep you shaved."  

His hand moved from playing with my hair to rubbing the slit of my 
cock, which of course made that slut happy. And he dropped his voice, 
remembering what I had confessed. When I tried to answer him my voice 
was harsh with need.

"Whatever makes my Master happy pleases this lowly slave." I gasped 
when he leaned down to run his tongue over the head, licking up the 
drops that had collected there. He got another gasp when he abruptly 
let me go. 

"You need to calm down, slave. It's going to be some time before I 
allow you to come."

He closed the waist belt, pulled one of the thigh straps to fasten 
around my uninjured leg, leaving the other unbound. 

"Do you think you can be good or do I need to bind your hands?"

"I'll be good, Master."

He stood looking down at me for a long moment, then bent to kiss me, 
a slow sweet kiss that quickly mutated to fierce and possessive. He 
raised his head and smiled that wicked grin I love.

"You know, slave when you are completely well, my crop and your ass 
are going to discuss the way you talked to me at the hospital in 
front of your doctor."

My cock twitched at the mere idea of his crop on my ass again. Going 
to the end of the table, he locked the sections my legs were 
cushioned in so I couldn't move them. This spread me wide giving him 
room to reach my ass easily. 

"Ok, Walter? That's not putting stress on your leg is it?"

"No, Alex. I'm fine. I'll be better when you do something."

"Something? Whatever do you mean?"

"Alex, please! I need you inside me."

"Oh, don't worry. I will be soon."

He stepped back and began to undress. Taking his time, putting on a 
show for me. He knows what that does to me. The slow tease of his 
shirt sliding back, revealing his smooth chest, the pinkish brown 
nipples that I love to suck, already hard with his excitement. Taking 
his time unbuttoning the jeans that looked as though they had been 
painted on. Finally, pulling them open to reveal that beautiful thick 
cock, hard and ready to use his slave's ass. The jeans pushed down 
hurriedly.

He opened the drawer in the end of the table to get the lube. Taking 
his time getting me open, raking his fingers over my prostate. Making 
me whimper and beg. Then the slow slide of my lover's cock pushing 
inside me, taking me, branding me as his again.

I lost myself in the joy of being taken by him. I wasn't even aware 
that I was babbling. He speeded up and I knew he was going to come 
soon. I didn't want it to be over yet, even though I knew he would 
take me with him.

"Master! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE!!!!  No no no no no  NO!"

I was making so much noise neither of us heard the footsteps on the 
basement steps. 

But we both heard Mulder's loud, "What the fuck….." 

Alex was coming---I could feel him jerking inside me. My own cock was 
still throbbing weakly, the last few drops of my come seeping onto my 
stomach. Alex and I turned to look at Mulder standing at the bottom 
of the steps with his gun drawn. His stunned eyes moved over us like 
a spectator at an accident. His mouth was hanging open as he gasped 
in shock at the scene in front of him.

Alex pulled out of me, turning toward Mulder. Everything had slowed 
down, and even if it hadn't, I couldn't have moved to intervene. I 
watched in fascinated horror as Alex stepped far enough away from me 
to give Mulder a clear view of his cock still hard, dripping come and 
obviously sans protection of any type. Mulder's eyes tracked down, 
cataloging all the evidence. Then they tracked back to me lying on 
the table, lower body strapped down, belly covered in come.

I watched as his eyes took in the furnishing of the room, the cross, 
the spanking bench, the bed hung with chains. In his eyes, I saw the 
realization of our lifestyle finally hit him.

Then Alex spoke.

"What's the matter, Mulder? Get bored with your porn? Thought you'd 
come over and break into your boss's house?"

He ignored Alex's jibes and looked at me.

"You called him master?" His voice puzzled and sounding a little lost.

"Yes, I did. Mulder, why are you breaking into my house?"

"I heard you yelling no. I thought you needed help. My mistake. Won't 
happen again."

He put his gun away, literally ran up the stairs. The door slammed so 
hard I heard something fall. 

"Looks like you might have me underfoot sooner than we thought."

"You still ok with that?"

"Yeah, Alex more than you know."

++++++

My dreams had come back with a vengeance. It always works that way 
when I'm worried about things. I even woke from a few of them 
dripping wet with Walter holding on to me, murmuring soft words of 
comfort, telling me over and over that he was there, I was safe. I 
tell him I can't remember the dreams but the truth is I remember them 
too well. They are dreams of him rejecting me.   

I've never felt like I deserved him. Can't figure out why he even let 
me near him again after I beat him. That second weekend at the club 
he had given himself up me. To learning what I had to teach him. 

And I taught him to *fly*. 

There were times when he hated that I could do that to him. Times 
when his white bread upbringing got in the way. Of course, it was a 
long time before I asked him to accept my collar. I expected to be 
rejected, was stunned when he said yes. 

The week before he got shot, I had started feeling almost secure. I 
had tested him and he had passed with flying colors. Going to a 
rendezvous to give himself to a stranger to prove his loyalty to me. 
There is no way I would ever give him to another. He wouldn't have 
been able to go through with it. I knew that but he went there and 
that told me what I wanted to know.

Now I'm expecting rejection again. He knows that Mulder wants him. I 
think once Mulder got a taste, he would give up Scully to keep 
Walter. He would have to; because there is one part of his upbringing 
that Walter will never turn his back on. He wants and gives fidelity. 
Sharing with Scully just wouldn't be possible for him.

He was napping when the doorbell rang. I hurried to answer it, not 
wanting him awakened. Throwing open the door, I found Scully standing 
there.

"Second string, huh? Well, at least *you* rang the bell. He's 
sleeping, Scully. I'm not going to wake him. Can't you guys just give 
him until he gets back to work to try and split us up?"

"Actually, I came to talk to you. May I come in?"

"Sure, why not? We should just put a revolving door." I waved her in 
just as the kettle whistled. I led her back to the kitchen.

"Have a seat. Want some tea?"

"Yes, thank you." 

I got down mugs, put out the sugar, and a box of assorted teas to let 
her pick her own. Didn't want her to think I was trying to poison her 
or anything.

"Do you want cream or lemon?"

"Neither, thank you."

She picked out a tea bag and I poured the hot water over it for her, 
then filled my mug. I sat across from her at the table, thinking how 
freaked she would be if she knew how often Walter had been pushed 
down and  fucked on that very spot.

"Ok, Scully, you didn't drop by for tea. Why are you here?"

"Why don't you let him go, Krycek? You know if this gets out his 
career is over. If you truly care for him you wouldn't let that 
happen."

"I bet Mulder couldn't wait to get to you to tell you what he broke 
in on. Were you hoping for the same kind of show, Scully?"

Scully tensed, making a face as though she had just bitten into a 
lemon, "Don't be crude. I have no interest in seeing the two of you 
have sex. I consider Skinner to be a friend and I don't want him 
hurt. That's all."

"What makes you think I'll be hurt, *Agent* Scully?"

I jumped to my feet and went to offer Walter my help if he needed it. 
He was still a little shaky on his feet. I got him settled in a chair 
while Scully watched quietly. Then I went to get him a mug. I made 
him a cup of tea, the way he liked it.

He murmured thank you as I reached to scoop sugar into it for him. I 
started to turn but his hand wrapped around me and I found myself 
sitting on his uninjured leg. His arm slipped around my waist as he 
smiled  at me. He was sending Scully a clear message and I was more 
than willing to help with that.

Scully was staring at us, eyes wide open in shock. I saw the decision 
reached in her eyes and waited for Walter to handle whatever came 
next. 

"So, I guess, Mulder, was right? He runs things. He even tells you 
how to drink your tea?"

"No, Scully. Alex doesn't care how I drink my tea. He knows how I 
like it and was just offering me a hand by fixing it for me. He's 
very concerned that I rest and recuperate. Why are you here, Scully?" 

"Mulder told me that he was here a few days ago. He was very upset 
and it took a lot for me to get him to talk. We're worried about you, 
Sir. What Mulder saw…… I mean……."

"What Mulder saw was two consenting adults making love in the privacy 
of their home. I never thought I would need the security of Fort Knox 
to make love to Alex without an audience."

"At least *she* rang the bell and waited to be let in."

Walter's hand tightened slightly on my waist a warning to let him 
handle this. Scully wasn't ready to let this go.

"Mulder said you were bound."

"Ah, that's the problem. Only my lower body was bound, my hands were 
free. It was to keep me still so I wouldn't hurt my leg."

"That's not all Mulder told me. He said you called him *Master*."

"Because he is my Master, as I am his slave. You don't like those 
words, do you?"

"No, Sir. I don't. I can't picture you being that way with anyone, 
especially not with *him*. You know what he is, what he's done."

"I know that I love him, and he loves me. The past is just that. It's 
gone and I won't dwell on it any more, and neither should you. Scully 
I respect you and Mulder but I have no intention of living my life in 
the narrow little box you both seem to think I belong in. Alex is my 
Master, my lover, my friend, the reason I'm sitting here. Without his 
love, I would be dead and buried by now."

"Sir, I can't believe you mean that. He's done something to you."

"Yes, he has. He's loved me like no one else ever has. I won't give 
that up. Not for *anyone* or *anything*. It's time for you to leave, 
Scully. I would appreciate it if you and Mulder would let me 
recuperate in peace. I'll see you both in six weeks when I come back 
to work."

"There's nothing I can say to…"

"No, Scully, there isn't. Alex, will you see Scully, out please." 

I stood up and dropped a kiss on his head then turned to walk Scully 
out. We got to the door and she turned to glare at me.

"This isn't over. We're sure that you've forced him somehow and we 
intend to find out how and stop you."

"Scully, you heard what he said, let it go. He belongs to me and I 
belong to him. He's a big boy, he knows what he wants. Tell Mulder 
he's never going to have him."

I watched her eyes widen and knew Mulder was in for some 
interrogation when she got back to him. I knew that would be one more 
thing to piss Mulder off. I smiled my best smile at her as she turned 
and stalked out. I closed the door firmly behind her, locking the 
deadbolt and putting on the chain. I turned to find that Walter had 
followed us, he sighed then grinned, "Alex, that was nasty. Maybe I 
should call Mulder and warn him."

"Don't you dare!"

He grinned, opened his arms to me. Pretty soon Scully and Mulder were 
the last thing on our minds.

+++++++++++++

I've been back at work for a week now. Every day has brought a new 
attempt by Mulder or Scully to *help* me. Mulder has been trying to 
get inside my head to analyze me. Scully has been making little 
barbed comments on slavery and the women's movement. I fail to see 
the connection between the women's movement and my choice to be a 
slave to my sexy lover. 

Every night has brought frantic lovemaking, followed by my lover 
waking up, screaming, from equally frantic nightmares. I know I'm not 
always the sharpest knife in the drawer. But you would think that 
after sleeping next to him almost every night for two years I would 
have figured it out sooner. That doesn't even include all the nights 
before we lived together. 

He's afraid of me leaving. No, it's more than that, he's afraid I'll 
stop loving him. So today I decided to put an end to all this crap. 
Time for the three of them to realize that *I* know what I want, who 
I am, and I'm in control. Except when Alex uses that JD voice.

I phoned the Director and asked that he come to my office that 
afternoon.  I had Kim call Mulder and Scully requesting their 
presence at the same hour. Then I picked up the phone to call Alex on 
his private line.

"Hello, Walter."

"Hi, sexy. What are you wearing?"

I heard his soft chuckle. "I'd be wearing you if you were here. 
Everything ok?"

"Not yet but it will be soon. I need you to come down here this 
afternoon. Could you be here before three, please?" 

"What's going on, Walter?"

"Alex, trust me. It's important."

"Ok, love. I'll be there. Do I need to sneak in or will security know 
I'm coming?"

"There'll be a guest badge waiting for you downstairs. I'll see you 
then. Alex….I love you."

"Love you, too."


I got up and moved to the door, opening it and asking Kim to come in 
for a minute. Kim has known about Alex and me almost from the first. 
So far she was the only one that hadn't tried to talk me out of the 
relationship. She had even covered for us more than once. When I 
finished telling her what I was going to do she jumped up and hugged 
me tight. 

"Go get 'em, Sir. I'll have the smelling salts ready just in case."

"Thanks, Kim."

Alex was the first to arrive, looking drop dead gorgeous in black. I 
pulled him close and kissed him hard.

"Walter, what the hell are you up to? I recognize that bad boy hand 
in the cookie jar look."

"Be patient, please. All will be revealed soon." 

There was a tap at the door then Kim poked her head in.

"The Director is on his way down. Mulder and Scully are here."

"Have them come in with the Director please, Kim"

"Yes, Sir."

Alex looked a question at me but I just kissed him again. When the 
intercom buzzed, I pulled away from him and was pleased to see his 
eyes had turned that deep green they get only for me. 

"Sit." 

I pointed to the conference table and went to open the door. I 
ushered in Mulder, Scully and the Director.
They all reacted to Alex being in the room. Mulder looked angry, 
Scully disgusted, the Director puzzled. Alex just looked fuckable. 
Kim followed and asked if anyone wanted coffee. She got that out of 
the way then took a seat as well. 

"Walter, what is going on here." The Director asked impatiently.

"Sir, I'm trying to resolve some issues and felt that, as my direct 
superior, you needed to be aware of them. Let me give you some 
background. When I was shot Agents and Scully and Mulder became privy 
to aspects of my personal life of which they had no prior knowledge. 
Which they seem to feel requires their unasked for intrusion.

"As you know, I needed extensive surgery and almost lost my leg. I 
was not in any position to make medical decisions so the terms of my 
living will came into play."

"Walter, I know this already."

"I don't think you know everything, Sir. Scully and Mulder were not 
pleased when they discovered who that decision-maker was. I will get 
directly to the point here. Alex Krycek and I have been living 
together in a committed relationship for two years now. We have been 
involved with each other for even longer. I will not hide him or us 
any longer. I expect him to be treated with the respect you would 
show to the spouse of any employee. If our relationship is offensive, 
you have only two options that I can see. Fire me or ignore it. I 
won't resign and I won't hide anymore." 

The Director looked at me for a long moment then turned to Mulder and 
Scully.

"Do the two of you have a problem with the way AD Skinner handles his 
job? Has he failed to support you in your work? Has he offended you 
by his conduct *during* working hours?"

Mulder looked mulish so Scully answered for the both of them. 

"No, Sir. AD Skinner has always supported our work. But that isn't 
the issue, Sir."

"Then what is the issue, Agent Scully?"

"We feel that the relationship has been forced on AD Skinner in some 
way."

"Well, Walter? Has he forced you in some way?"

"The only force in our relationship is love, Sir."

"Agents, let me suggest that you put your energy into your own 
relationship and leave Walter's alone. I've known him for longer than 
you have and, believe me, *no one* could force Walter Skinner into a 
relationship he didn't want."

They had both pinkened at his reference to their relationship. I 
looked over to see Alex watching me with bright happy eyes.

"Now then, Walter, was there anything else we needed to discuss?"

"No, Sir. That was it."

"Good. Agents, I suggest you return to work. Kim, could I have 
another cup of coffee?"

Scully and Mulder left. Kim got the Director more coffee then she 
left as well.

"Walter, those two aren't going to accept this. Their feelings for 
him are too entrenched. We may have to transfer them to another AD."

"You're probably right. You know, Sir, I didn't expect you to take it 
this well."

"Why not? I've known about it for years. Just practicing the 'don't 
ask, don't tell, head in sand' attitude that most of the government 
uses. At least you two are faithful to each other, unlike our 
presidents."

"Years?"

"Don't look so surprised, Walter. Gossip travels, even to the office 
of the director. Just like I've known about them. As long as it 
doesn't affect your work, I couldn't care less what you do or who you 
do it with. By the way, Krycek, looks like you take pretty good care 
of him. He's certainly been happier since he's been with you." 

"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad someone sees that."

"Walter, take the rest of the day off. I'm sure you and Krycek can 
find something to do."

He was up and out the door before I recovered from the suggestion in 
his voice. 

"You heard the man. Let's get out of here."

We got a lot of looks on the way out. Not that I was surprised by 
that. Its not every day an AD drags his lover down the hall and into 
the elevator by his one real hand.

"Walter, do you want to be this blatant? The whole building will be 
talking about this tomorrow."

"Kim will see to that for me."

"What?"

"Kim has instructions to *let slip* the conversation she heard take 
place in my office today. I said I wasn't going to hide us anymore 
and I mean just that. Now, we're going home and I intend to wear you 
out."

"I like your attitude, marine."

++++++

Walter's meeting with the Director, Mulder and Scully had been a 
revelation in more ways than one. The Director's attitude had 
surprised us both. Just having someone acknowledge us and believe we 
loved each other made my heart lift. 

My heart was singing all the way home. Walter loved me and he didn't 
care who knew. I'd never felt so happy. Couldn't wait to see what 
else he had planned for the day. 

We were barely in the door when he pounced on me. By the time he let 
me breath again we were both rock hard. He let me go, turned to pull 
me toward the basement. Once there, he stripped me efficiently, 
spreading a bathsheet on the massage table. He practically lifted me 
and put me on it. I think I was in shock by this time. He had never 
been this aggressive with me. I usually forgot how strong he is. 

I lay passive as he strapped me in. First my legs, using all three 
straps. Then the waist belt, followed by removing my arm carefully. 
He kissed the stump, as he often did, to remind me that he loved all 
of me. My wrist was pulled over my head and fastened to a cuff there. 

He hadn't even taken off his jacket yet. I lay there waiting to see 
where he was going with this. I had never let anyone have this power 
over me. Before that day, I don't think I would have given it to him. 

"You look very beautiful, lying there, waiting for me to take my 
pleasure from you." Words I had often said to him.

"Do I?" The words he had used in reply many times. 

"Yes. I love you, Alex. Only you. I'm going to make you come so hard 
you'll never doubt me again."

I watched with lust fevered eyes as he stripped slowly for me. I had 
shaved him again that morning and his body gleamed in the soft lights 
he had turned on in the room.  I smiled as he came toward me, ready 
for whatever my lover wanted to do to me. 

He kissed me, lightly at first, teasing. I moaned into his mouth when 
his tongue entered mine. Had he touched my cock at that moment I 
would have shot all over us. I moaned even louder as he worked his 
way down to my nipples. Just his mouth making me crazy. His hands had 
not touched me yet. He sucked on my nipples until I was screaming at 
him to just fuck me.

He chuckled against my chest, ran his tongue over my nipple again 
then straightened walked across the room and up the stairs.

I screamed at him to get his ass back. My only reply was his laughter 
floating back down the stairs. He stayed away long enough for me to 
calm down.  I raised my head to watch as he came down the stairs. He 
stopped on the way across the room to get the stool I used when using 
plugs or dildos on him. 

Setting the stool down, he locked my legs in place before he sat 
down. Instead of reaching in the drawer for a toy, his mouth 
descended on me. A long slow lick from my balls down to my puckered 
hole. My cock stood up straight and proud. I was soon screaming again 
as he tongue fucked me. 

"Please, Walter."

"Master."

I raised my head to see him watching me, his eyes black with his 
desire. *I* was the Master here, not him. How dare he ask this? 
'Alex, don't be a fool here. The man had come out to his boss. He 
told him that he expected you to be treated with respect. He named 
you as his Master and him as your slave to his agents. He told his 
assistant to start gossip so everyone will know. Hell, he even took 
you home to meet his mother. Can't you admit that you are as enslaved 
as he?' 

"Please, Master." 

Walter's eyes were alive with a fire I'd never seen before, his smile 
so wide and happy. The stool was thrown across the room to bounce 
against the stairs. He rammed deep inside me and I gasped with the 
suddenness of it. There was no pain, he had me too turned on.  The 
pain would come tomorrow after we came down from the endorphin high. 

He started to pump into me, long deep thrusts that emptied then 
filled me completely. I panted as I tried to get enough air. I 
watched him as he pumped into me. His body, covered with a fine sheen 
of sweat, making him glisten. His face showing his concentration as 
he fought to keep control, to make it last. 

He had never looked more beautiful to me.

My cock was aching with need. A need that only he could take care of. 
He shifted and his cockhead was rubbed against my prostate with every 
stroke. I know I was screaming again or at least trying to. My voice 
was pretty much shot by then. 

He went still and I opened my eyes to look at him. He smiled a gentle 
smile at me.

"Is my slave ready to come for me?"

"Yes, Master. Please!"

"Ah, you beg so sweetly."

His hand wrapped around me then and he began to pump me in time with 
his thrusts inside my body.

"Come for me, my beautiful slave."

I whispered his name as my come exploded from my cock. He slammed 
into me one final time and I felt him jerking inside me. He stood 
there, panting, as we both calmed slowly. Without pulling out of me, 
he unfastened the straps, leaning down on my chest to reach the one 
on my wrist.

"Hold on, lover."

I wrapped my numb legs around his hips, my hand around his neck. He 
braced his legs then lifted me up, to walk to the bed. He got us on 
the bed without ever slipping out of me. I said he is strong.  I was 
almost asleep when he whispered in my ear.

"Thank you, Master. I hope I kept my promise to you."

"Did you enjoy being Master?"

"Yes, but I think I much prefer being your slave."

"You will always be that, beloved. Sleep now."

"No more bad dreams, Master?"

"I don't think ever again. I love you, Walter"

"Love you, too."

I slipped into sleep, feeling secure at last. 

The End 

Maybe.




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