JUST PERFECT
By Sergeeva (12KB - July 1998)
 RATING: NC-17 for m/m/f interaction
CATEGORY: VRH, a tiny bit A, (Mulder/Skinner/Scully)
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: just read it - silly schmoop and gratuitous lust, no 
actual sex.
DISCLAIMER: They none of them belong to me. Thank CC, MP, 
DD, GA, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. I'm not making 
any money here and I don't mean to infringe on any rights. I just 
think Walter deserves some appreciation.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is not beta read. Any grammatical or 
other errors and all the excessive schmoop is down to me.
FEEDBACK: is always appreciated and answered at: 
sergeeva@walteris.vbeautiful.co.uk
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 The call came at 3am - an electronically-altered voice, sexless 
and toneless, giving them directions to a warehouse in the 
industrial zone. Mulder drove, his face pale, tense and 
unreadable, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, inside him a 
maelstrom of fear and hope. Scully sat silent beside him, 
clutching her medical bag on her lap, her hair falling forward to 
veil whatever her face might be revealing.
They drove recklessly fast through the mostly-empty streets, 
screeching to a halt outside the darkened, looming bulk of the 
abandoned building. Mulder hauled aside a sheet of rusting 
corrugated iron propped across a doorway and they raced inside, 
sweeping flashlights over a vast space, empty but for a few 
overturned work-benches and a raised area at one end. On this 
platform was a bank of precariously stacked cardboard cartons 
and a long shape concealed by a black cloth.
Exchanging a stricken look, Mulder and Scully moved to the dark 
shape. Mulder lifted a corner of the black fabric and drew it back 
to reveal the naked body of Walter Skinner.
He was lying face down, his cheek against the wooden floor. 
There was no blood visible, but no sign of life either.
Scully knelt beside his head and touched her fingers to his neck, 
checking for a pulse. She gently lifted his eyelid and studied his 
pupil, she took her stethoscope out of her bag and applied it to 
the broad back in several places. Through all this, her face was a 
study in grim concentration and through all this, Mulder stood 
beside her, his eyes huge and dark, a muscle twitching in his jaw.
"We need to roll him over," Scully said, "very carefully. I can't be 
sure there isn't spinal damage."
Together, they turned the big man onto his back. Kneeling one on 
either side of Skinner, they both gazed at his magnificent naked 
body. There was no visible injury. Scully continued her gentle, 
thorough examination and finally sat back on her heels with a 
puzzled expression.
"He's deeply unconscious, probably drug-induced, but other than 
one needle-mark he seems to be perfectly uninjured... " Her voice 
trailed off but under her breath she whispered, "... perfectly."
Her hand still rested on his arm and she was unconsciously 
stroking the fine skin on the inside of his elbow where he had 
been injected. Her eyes had a pensive look and Mulder asked:
"What are you thinking, Scully?"
"I'm thinking... how incredibly beautiful he is." she said, looking 
up to meet Mulder's gaze.
"Beautiful... oh, yes!" he agreed, softly, his own eyes very bright 
as he looked down at Skinner.
"What, you too?" Scully asked, looking wonderingly at her 
partner.
"I've thought so since the first time I laid eyes on him. I couldn't 
believe you didn't see it too."
"There's none so blind... " murmured Scully, ruefully."I was so 
busy distrusting him I never really looked at him." She gazed 
down at him with a look of wonder,"How could I have not 
noticed all this... " she gazed awestruck at the beautiful man lying 
between them.
"We've never seen him like this, though, Scully - and we're not 
likely to ever again... except in our dreams." His voice grew 
wistful. In the pause, he looked up and met Scully's own longing 
gaze.
"We can't take advantage of an unconscious man! No matter how 
much we want to..."
"But that's the point, Scully. He's unconscious - he need never 
know what we do." Mulder's eyes pleaded with her to go along 
with him, his hope vivid in his face.
"And what will we do, Mulder?" she whispered, her hand again 
stroking down Skinner's bare arm, her tongue moistening her lips.
"Gaze our fill. Memorize him. Feed our dreams... please, Scully! 
We'd be doing this with love. I could never do anything to hurt 
him."
He could see she was tempted, more than tempted... her shining 
eyes moved caressingly over Skinner, a groan escaped her lips.
"If he were ever to find out about this, it would kill him..." She 
spoke softly, her hand flexing near his face as if she would cup 
his cheek.
They looked at each other for a long moment, guilt and desire 
warring on their faces. Then they looked down at their boss - at 
straight, strict, stern and stunning Walter Skinner - and knew that 
they hadn't the strength to let this moment pass.
Scully moved to Walter's head and bent close to him, holding her 
breath as she studied his face: the bare tanned scalp, the clear 
arching brows, the high cheekbones, the pure curve of his jaw. 
Her eyes drank in every detail- the texture of smooth skin, the 
fineness of dark eyelashes, the firm curves of his lips... She 
closed her eyes and released the half sigh, half groan she had 
been holding in. She felt overwhelmed by the realization of what 
she felt for this man, a surge of emotion that was almost painful. 
She lowered her head and rained kisses on his brow, his eyelids, 
his cheeks, his chin. She brushed his lips with her trembling 
fingers, not daring to kiss his mouth... yet.
Mulder had taken Walter's bare foot in his hands and was 
smoothing over the lean, strong ankle. He bent to brush his lips 
over the gold-brown skin.
"Every inch of him... so beautiful!" he exclaimed, sounding 
awed.
"Perfect", echoed Scully, trailing her kisses down the arch of 
Walter's bare throat. They looked up simultaneously, both giggled 
happily and returned to their adoration.
Mulder moved up Walter's right side, eyes and hands roving over 
the long legs, lean hips and flat belly before he reached his goal: 
the magnificent muscled chest. 
Scully followed the reverse path down Walter's left side: kissing 
her way down the curves of shoulder and bicep, resting her hand 
briefly on his trim waist and finding her lips drawn to the sweet 
point of his hip.
Mulder had his face buried in the soft curling hair on Walter's 
chest, revelling in the heat of the powerful body. He ran his 
hands over the strongly-defined muscles and paused with his 
fingers splayed over the firm curve of Skinner's right breast, 
framing the small pebbled nipple. He caught his breath as he 
contemplated the perfect bud of flesh, barely a tone darker than 
the surrounding tanned skin. Tentatively, he lowered his head and 
touched his lips to the sensitive, tender point. He felt the heat of 
the smooth pectoral muscle, the fuzz of chest hair entwined 
around his fingers. He inhaled the seductive scent of Walter's 
clean skin, of masculine pheromones, making him dizzy with 
desire. He moved his lips across the nipple, teasing its velvet 
softness until he felt it harden with arousal. Groaning aloud, he 
touched his tongue to the tiny button and felt tears prick at his 
eyes.
"He is perfect, Scully, just perfect!"
Scully looked up from her own ministrations and smiled at the 
dazzled look on his face. She leant over Skinner's massive chest 
too, cupping the firm muscles in her gentle hand, and brushed her 
own fingers over the other nipple. Mulder saw her eyes widen at 
the sensation, knowing how it felt to touch the peach-soft tip of 
the satiny muscular breast. He watched delighted as Scully rubbed 
her cheek over the place, like a cat, almost purring with pleasure.
When she found her voice again, Scully said huskily:
"You have to feel the skin over his hip-bone, it's like silk!"
Together, they moved down Skinner's body and Scully laid her 
hand reverently over the lean hip, fingers barely touching the cafe 
au lait skin. Mulder moved closer, stroking outward form the 
hard, banded muscles of the abdomen to the angle of the hip-
bone. Scully was right. All of Walter's skin was smooth and 
warm, but there was a point between hip and groin where the skin 
was so fine and delicate you couldn't be sure you were actually 
touching flesh - it was more like touching warm air or feeling the 
ephemeral brush of a butterfly's wing. 
Mulder remembered Scully's sensual gesture and rubbed his 
cheek against the tender skin. He was faint with desire. He turned 
his face so that he could kiss the silken skin and felt that no touch 
he could give, however delicate, could be loving enough or 
worthy enough for this beautiful man. Turning his cheek against 
the smoothness once more, he found that he was now looking 
directly at Walter's genitals: the smooth scrotum and heavy penis 
amidst the dark curling pubic hair. he had deliberately avoided 
looking at this bit of Skinner, knowing he would be lost if the 
reality was even remotely like his fantasies, lost in any case just 
because it was Skinner and every atom of him was beloved.
Scully had watched him nuzzle and kiss Walter's hip, knowing 
what the experience of touching that warm silk would do to 
Mulder's already overloaded senses. Now she saw his focus shift 
and allowed herself to look for the first time at what she had 
dreamed of...
"We can't, Mulder, we really can't." She forced herself to look 
away, to not think of taking Skinner in her hands, to not imagine 
the velvet heat of that beautiful cock against her cheek, against 
her lips, in her mouth...
"I know," Mulder answered sadly, "but you know what I said 
about every inch of him being beautiful... ?"
Scully laughed softly and reached out to give him a friendly 
shove. Her hand paused briefly over that delicious penis but she 
wrestled with her longing and did not touch.
The two continued their adoring and lingering exploration of their 
boss' breathtaking face and body - the graceful arch of his brown 
throat, the strong bow of his collarbones, the delicate whorls of 
his ear, the clear muscles of his arms, the tender hollow of his 
navel, the unbelievable smoothness of his inner thighs... every 
part received their breathless kisses and trembling caresses, until 
at last they fell asleep both still tenderly nestled against Walter's 
body.
Mulder slept more peacefully than he had in many months, but he 
dreamed of Walter Skinner, of the body he had worshipped that 
evening. He dreamed of being held in those strong arms, of 
feeling the weight of that powerful body over him, of being 
stretched and filled by that perfect cock, of seeing that beautiful 
face alight with rapture... 
But most vividly of all, with a guilty, secret pleasure, he dreamed 
of thrusting his own aching cock into the hot, silken sheath of 
Walter's flawless body, of caressing the sleek, strong back, the 
tight-muscled buttocks, of sliding into the burning clutch of that 
delicious ass.
Scully dreamed too: of a smooth cheek, an immaculately-shaven 
jaw, of warm smooth lips, of a tender lingering kiss that took her 
breath away. She dreamed of raining her own kisses over Walter's 
glorious chest, his lean stomach.
And her secret fantasy was to take his beautiful, sculpted penis 
into her mouth and make love to him with her lips and tongue 
until he cried out in ecstasy.
As the light of dawn started to filter into the shadowy space, 
Walter Skinner roused from his drugged sleep and found to his 
amazement that not only was he lying naked on the floor of an 
unfamiliar building, but his two most brilliant and troublesome 
agents were wrapped around him as if the three of them had 
shared a night of unbridled passion together. He took a deep 
breath and closed his eyes again... what had he been drinking last 
night? He opened his eyes - no, not a dream...
"Well this is... just perfect!"
 
THE END