Category: R, I guess, for some sexual stuff. Male bonding the way it should be is also more than implied. Close the door on your way out if you're squicked by that. Thank you. Disclaimer: They're mine! All MINE!!! CC and consorts - eat your hearts out!!! Just kidding. No rights, no infringement, no money - but lotsa fun! Mike Brady and The Brady Bunch belong to Paramount, I guess, but frankly, I don't give a damn, my dear! My addy is: gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv My home is at: http://gaby.slashcity.tv Summary: Toys for our AD. Whipped cream. Aprons. Corner time. Oh yeah, and someone's got something up his ass. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* In The Lioness's Den *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* by Gaby Chapter 3: Two Men And A Little Lady Run. Gotta run. Gotta run fast. I swallow audibly and stare at Scully's little toys. A second later I hear Mulder snicker but I'm too shocked to react to that. Scully takes my hand and places a dildo in it. "Here. Feel it. Examine it. Take all the time you need. I want you to feel comfortable," she says soothingly. Oh God, my sweet Dana. I love her to pieces. But does she seriously believe that I will *ever* feel comfortable having something like *that* shoved up my ass? While I take a closer look at the implements, Scully places two large pillows in the middle of the bed and arranges Mulder over them so that he is lying across the bed, face down, pillows buried under his stomach. He crosses his arms and rests them at one side of the bed with his feet dangling over the other side. Okay, this is a king sized bed but Mulder is a tall man! He puts his head on his arms and waits patiently. What? He actually waits patiently, I suddenly realize. Now, there's a first! Scully looks at me searchingly. "Okay?" she asks, nodding towards her toys. I nod hesitantly after a second but decide that they aren't that bad. They don't look too big so I guess I'll be fine. Scully beams at me and beckons me over. "Go and drape yourself over Schmolly here," she says and pats Mulder's back affectionately. I look at her blankly. Scully frowns, and I clumsily throw myself on top of Mulder. Scully takes her sweet time correcting my position until I lie directly across from Mulder, over his lower back. We make a perfect cross. Or, if you look at it from another angle, a perfect X. I have that sudden urge to giggle hysterically. My butt is slapped hard, once. "Find anything funny?" Scully asks. I shake my head, no, and bite my lip. Scully pushes me forward a little until my genitals hang snugly against Mulder's side. My butt is raised in the air with Mulder as a pillow, and I can feel the heat radiating from his butt. The poor guy must still be in pain. "Okay, boys, listen up. You will both keep still and silent. Schmolly, your sole purpose is to be a pillow right now. Think you're up for the challenge?" Mulder nods. "Good. Walter, I will have a good time playing with that gorgeous ass of yours. You have to relax or I will hurt you. There is only one thing that you are allowed to say while I am playing down here, and that is your safeword. Am I understood?" I nod, hesitantly. For a few seconds, nothing happens. I'm close to fidgeting now because not knowing what will happen is the worst part. I would turn my head to look at Scully kneeling next to my left thigh (I can sense her there) but she told me not to move. Damn that woman! Then there is a hand on my butt. No, two hands. Scully's. I sigh. She rubs my butt and my lower back soothingly, and I relax. This is nice. Next thing I know, there is a slick finger on my sphincter, and I tense up again. The other hand starts those soothing motions again but it takes me a while until I am relaxed again. The finger slips inside of me, just the finger tip. I tense up again, Scully soothes me. I relax, and the finger slips in further. I tense up. See a pattern emerging? Somehow I enjoy the feeling of being penetrated that way but this has never happened to me before (except for my prostate exams, and those are really not sexual! Not by a long shot!) so I don't know what to do. Scully takes her time, making sure that I'm relaxed and comfortable. She moves her finger inside me slowly. Then she adds a second one. Slowly. Just like the first one. I don't tense up as much as I did in the beginning, and she starts to finger-fuck me sensuously. I moan. Then I jump. What the hell was *that*? Mulder groans when I land on his back again, and I instantly feel sorry for the guy. "Say hi to your prostate, big baby!" he snarls. Scully smacks his head, but not very hard, and reprimands him, "I said, keep silent!" Prostate? When my doctor gave me my exam it didn't feel like *that*! Wow! I push my butt back eagerly to show Scully that I want more of that. Instead, Scully withdraws her fingers altogether. I moan again, this time in frustration. She slaps my butt jovially, and I feel something new in my cleft, waiting to be used. It is cooler than Scully's fingers, harder. Ohmygod, it's one of the dildos! Just when I realize what is going to happen, Scully rams that thing into me. There is just a little bit of it inside of me but I instantly feel stretched. That is nonsense, of course, because it really is a slim dildo but I much prefer Scully's fingers, thank you very much. I try to push that thing out but Scully keeps it precisely in its place. After a few more seconds I give in and relax once more. Scully pats my butt approvingly and slides that thing in to the hilt. Oh God, this is too much. I groan and start to push again. Scully lets the dildo half-way out and I relax once more, glad that this is over, when she pushes it back in, this time angling for my prostate again. I jump one more time. Mulder groans again but keeps his mouth shut. My cock is getting harder now, and suddenly Mulder writhes under me, giggling slightly. "That tickles!" he says. I realize that Little Walter nudges Mulder's left side. I try to slide lower so that I can give my cock more room but only manage to impale myself on this cursed dildo. This stimulates my prostate again, and my cock leaps into action, nudging Mulder again. We groan in frustration and pleasure, both at the same time. Scully finds that incredibly funny. She laughs out loud for a second, then she pushes me back into place. After making sure that both of her boys are comfortable (relatively speaking, of course) she resumes fucking me with the dildo. I'm pushed forward slightly, rolling Mulder under me a little. His cock is being rubbed on the mattress, and he's getting hard as well. Scully seems to sense that because she cuffs his head and says, "Fair warning, Schmolly. You won't come. You'll be in trouble when you mess up my bed." Mulder groans in frustration but nods his head. That damned dildo is suddenly removed but before I can let out a cry of joy I feel a bigger dildo entering me. Oh no. Scully is so skilled using these things that it is driving me out of my mind. I'm at the brink of coming but I assume that not messing up the bed goes for me, as well. I clench my teeth, trying to think of paper work, budget meetings, expense reports, Mulder's expense reports, Mulder, Mulder wiggling under me, Mulder's cute butt next to me, Mulder's partner doing incredible things to *my* butt...ohmygod, I'm gonna come! I don't know how long I've been lying here but both Mulder and I are panting heavily now, and we are both painfully hard. Scully knows that, of course. Damn that woman! She takes out the bigger dildo, and I sigh in relief. Don't get me wrong, I'd be happy to feel real relief but not being stimulated is a start, at least. Then she rams that butt plug home. I shriek in surprise. This thing is huge! It's not only long but wide, oh so damn wide! I lower my head on the bed and sigh. This can't be happening. This is too much. This is torture. Somebody take that thing out of me!!! Scully kisses both of my butt cheeks tenderly, then she slaps my ass. "Gotta get you stretched. Don't want you to tear apart." What the hell is that supposed to mean?! "Okay, come on, get up, Walter!" She slaps my butt again and I try to ease off Mulder, painfully aware of my erection and that goddamn plug up my ass. Mulder groans and rubs himself on the mattress, trying to bring himself off. "I said don't come, Schmolly!" Mulder looks up at Scully in frustration, and she points to his corner. "Wait, Schmolly!" she orders. Mulder's jaw drops and he stares at her in disbelief. Scully glowers at him, and he apparently realizes that his butt is red and hot enough. "Yes, Milady," he murmurs and crawls off the bed. Then he slowly walks to his corner and kneels down. "Display, Schmolly. I want to see your beautiful cock bobbing up and down." Mulder glares at Scully for a second before assuming the display position, and my own cock leaps up even further, as if the constant stimulation from that friggin' butt plug wasn't enough! He just looks incredible kneeling there like this. "And now lift your head again. I want you to watch us," Scully says jovially, and I can sense Mulder is close to jumping up and shooting either her or me. Or both of us. Instead, he just obeys and stares across the room towards the bed, an unreadable look on his face. I can't do that. I mean, as much as I want Scully, or Lady Enigma, or whoever she is, I can't do it in front of Mulder. I couldn't do it in front of anybody, but especially not in front of Mulder! I swallow hard, and my cock shrivels a little. Scully props herself up against the headboard and looks at me expectantly. "Are you hungry, Walter?" she asks seductively. I blink at her. She opens her legs invitingly and raises an eyebrow. I get what she wants from me and I grin broadly, but this grin fades when I think of Mulder in that corner watching us. Scully grabs me and gives me a searing kiss. I'm talking about one of those kisses that literally take your breath away. I pant heavily when she releases me, and she smiles smugly. "Time for a snack, don't you think?" She looks down to her vagina, and I nod. I get comfortable between her legs and start to nibble her inner thighs, working my way up to her vagina. She's already wet and waiting for me so I slip a finger inside of her, and she moans loudly. Encouraged, I add another finger, and then a third, all the while nibbling and suckling her clit, licking her folds. Mulder is completely forgotten at that moment. There is only Lady Enigma, and she has told me to pleasure her. So I am. And I'm doing a fairly decent job if her reactions are any indication. I don't need long and she spasms with an orgasm. "Thank you," she says a few moments later, still flushed. "You did very well, Walter." Then she gives me a kiss on my forehead, grabs my cock, and after a few strokes, brings me off. I sigh contentedly. "Thank you, Milady," I respond, and Scully smiles tenderly. Then she turns towards Mulder who is still kneeling in his little corner. Somehow I feel a bit smug because I was allowed to pleasure our Lady, and because I was allowed to come, and he wasn't. But when I see him staring at me I swallow nervously. He is really pissed off. Damn. "Schmolly, change the covers, please. When you're finished, join us in the kitchen." Scully gets up and dons her robe. Then she grabs my hand and drags me out of the bedroom. I can hear Mulder murmur a "yes, Milady" before getting up to do as he was told. On our way downstairs I look down at Scully. "That wasn't very nice, Dana. I mean, not only did he have to watch us; he wasn't allowed to come and I was, and now he has to clean up the mess I made!" I protest. Scully turns around and glares at me. "What did you call me?" she asks, in a definitely too calm voice. I swallow hard when I realize that we're still playing. She slaps my butt hard, right on the middle, and that damned butt plug is shoved up into my ass even further. I wince. "I'm sorry, Milady," I stammer. Scully nods, satisfied, and resumes her trek towards the kitchen. Once inside the kitchen Scully grabs me and wraps an apron around my body. It's a really disgusting one, with laces and frills and all the works. To top it off, it is way too short for me, barely covering my genitals. Gotta be her apron. Then I look down and see that something is embroidered on the front: "Hot 'n Greasy." Is there really a God somewhere? In case there is, why isn't he helping me? I look at Scully in dismay. "Do you have a problem, Walter?" she asks, once again using that too calm voice. God, she really knows how to reel me in. "No, Milady. Thank you for the apron," I croak, staring at my feet. "Well, we don't want any vital parts to get burned, do we?" she says jovially. I shake my head, no. Scully sits down at the kitchen counter and points to the fridge. "Actually, it isn't much work. We only have to re-heat it." I open the fridge door and see a prepared lasagna wrapped in foil. I take it out, holding it up to see whether this is what Scully wanted. She nods and I put it down on the counter, closing the fridge. "Do you know how to make a salad, Walter?" "Yes, Milady. One to die for!" I smile at her, and she grins back. "Well, I don't want to go that far but be my guest and show off your skills!" I rummage through the fridge once more, finding all the appropriate ingredients, and start chopping up some tomatoes. A few minutes later Mulder enters the kitchen. He takes one look at me and grins. "Well, look at you, it's Betty Crocker!" he exclaims, and I blush. Mulder turns to Scully. "Can we name him Betty?" he asks, as if I were a puppy. Now I blanch. 'Hot stud' is bad, but 'Betty' is worse! Please, Dana, don't... "Well, I think we'll stick with Walter for now. I'm sure we'll come up with something even more appropriate later on." I blush again. Even more appropriate...? At least Mulder seems to be taking it all in stride. He isn't angry with me or Scully for what we did in the bedroom, or maybe he is just trying to lull us into false security. Who knows. I turn around to see that Mulder is now wearing an apron himself. It says "I'm trying, damn it!" so I grin. Then I remember how ridiculous I look, and my grin fades. "We'll get you your own apron later, Walter, don't you worry. Now that we know that you're part of the family we'll buy all the things that you'll need." I nod, thankful that I won't have to wear that stupid apron much longer. On the other hand, whatever they'll buy me will probably be just as embarrassing. Scully sends Mulder to set the table so we're alone once again. Then she yells to the dining room, "Only two sets, Schmolly!" I turn around to look at Scully, surprised, and hear cutlery being dropped in the adjacent room. Apparently Mulder was just as much taken by surprise as I am. Neither one of us says anything, though. Both of us naked again, I carry the lasagna while Mulder grabs the salad bowl, and the three of us walk into the dining room. Scully sits down in her chair, slapping her left thigh once. Mulder sighs inaudibly but kneels down next to her left side after putting the salad bowl on the table. I do the same with the lasagna and sit down next to Scully's right, in front of the second set. Scully turns to me. "Would you please serve the meal, Walter?" I nod, and Scully turns to Mulder. "Receive Position, Schmolly." Mulder kneels up, back very straight, hands behind his back. He looks up at Scully expectantly. She smiles warmly and caresses his cheek. "Good boy," she says tenderly and kisses his forehead. I have scooped some lasagna on both plates, along with the salad. Scully nods at me encouragingly, and I dig in. Up until now I wasn't even aware how hungry I was but I realize that it is indeed rather late by now. Scully uses a spoon to feed Mulder who obediently opens his mouth every time the spoon comes near. Somehow I find that very degrading - especially with me sitting here, watching everything. Mulder doesn't seem to mind, though. Perhaps he is just too hungry to care, or he enjoys the attention he gets from Scully who strokes his hair affectionately and fondles his face every now and then. Damn, I'm so jealous that I would almost throw myself on the floor next to Scully and open my mouth eagerly, just like Mulder. Almost. It is really irritating to sit here with that damned plug up my ass! It's uncomfortable so I'm fidgeting. That only makes it worse because every now and then the plug actually stimulates my prostate. Damn! Scully turns to me, smiling. She knows damn well what she did to me but she doesn't comment on it. Instead, she says, "I think I should give you some vital information regarding us, Walter. After all, you've already met Mrs. Davis." I shudder when I think back. What a dragon lady! Scully smiles. "I see we have a mutual feeling here. Now, as you already know, we are Rob and Laura Brady." Scully gives Mulder a look that expresses her annoyance. He shrugs and gives her an angelic smile. Scully turns back to me. "Mulder and I thought that it would be better to use fake identities. Who knows what will happen if someone found out." We all know who that someone could be. I nod. "So, we are a young married couple. Actually, I am a doctor but I'm in research so I travel a lot. Just like my lovely hubby here who is a security consultant for a big corporation that is working world-wide." Mulder gives me a big grin. Security consultant, my ass! The man whose hobby it is to break into government buildings! "We thought we needed a good explanation for being away days or weeks on end. Of course we never thought that we'd have such a nosy neighbor." Scully sighs. "In any case, please remember our names and our jobs. Everything else will fall into place eventually. They don't suspect anything. Mostly our neighbors leave us alone, anyway." I nod again. "So, who am I, then? How about Mike Brady, the architect?" I ask, and Mulder laughs so loud that he breaks position. Scully scowls at him but has to grin nevertheless. "Whatever you want. Just let us know beforehand so we get our stories straight." Scully smiles at me, and I smile back. God, I feel good. I feel welcomed. I feel...like a goddamn pine is shoved up my ass! I sigh. We finish our meal, and Scully turns more serious again. "Okay, boys, put the dishes in the dishwasher and clean the kitchen. After that, join me in the bedroom." She gets up, walks into the kitchen to grab something that she hides under her robe, and then disappears upstairs. Mulder and I stare at each other. Then we scramble into the kitchen, carrying as many dishes as we can. Somehow we bump into each other and I can feel the heat radiating off Mulder's butt. It isn't really hot anymore; it's merely warm, but I'm sure it still hurts like hell. I look at his red ass thoughtfully. Mulder turns around, irritated. "What?" he asks. I blush a little and clear my throat. "Um...does...does it hurt...?" I nod towards his butt and stare at the floor. Nothing. I don't hear anything. I don't see anything. After what seems like an eternity I decide to look back up only to find Mulder staring at me. He seems to be drilling holes into my skull as if to make sure that there really is a brain inside. Okay, I admit, that was a really stupid question. Somehow it came out wrong. On the other hand, I don't know how else to phrase it. I clear my throat and return the stare. We look at each other for at least a minute, then I gaze back down towards the floor. I don't believe it; I've just lost a staring contest with Mulder! I really must be losing it! Mulder gives me another poignant look before turning around to go back into the dining room. I grab the last pieces of table-ware and turn around to put them into the washer. As soon as I bend over to place them into the lower rack, and my butt muscles are slightly flexed, I feel a sharp pain on my ass. Mulder has slapped me very hard with his hand on the middle of my butt. I yell and turn around, furious. He looks at me calmly. "Um...does...does it hurt...?" he mimics me, a smug look on his face. I blush a dark red and lower my eyes. "I'm sorry, Mulder. That was a really stupid question. I was just thinking..." "No, you weren't thinking. That is your problem. Walter." I sigh. How come that he can outmaneuver me so easily here? Because he knows how to play the game, stupid. Because he isn't embarrassed to get his ass whipped for correction, stupid. Because he knows that you are so damn uptight that your spine will snap any minute now, stupid. "I'm sorry..." I murmur again. Mulder rolls his eyes. "Just get a move on. I wanna go upstairs before the turn of the century, you know." He smiles a little, and I relax slightly. We clean the kitchen and put away the left-overs. Then we look at each other and start running upstairs as if our lives depended on it. When we enter the Master bedroom we come to a skidding halt, and our mouths drop open. Scully lies on the bed, on her back with her hands behind her head. There are two long trails of whipped cream starting at her feet going all the way up her legs to her tummy where her belly button is encircled, then the two trails follow her ribcage to her breasts. On top of each breast is a generous dollop of whipped cream with a strawberry on top. "Care for a dessert, boys?" Scully asks in a throaty tone, and both Mulder and I whimper in dire need. We scramble to the bed and throw ourselves down; Mulder on Scully's right side, I on her left. We begin licking the whipped cream off her skin on her feet, slowly traveling up her legs that are spread slightly apart. Interesting enough, both Mulder and I seem to have a similar technique. We spend a generous amount of time on Scully's inner thighs, making her moan and sigh. Mulder and I grin at each other knowingly and get back to the business at hand. We get closer to her red curls, disappointed that Scully has trailed the whipped cream back towards her hips, away from her vagina. Suddenly I feel a dull pain on my forehead, and I realize that Mulder and I have butted heads while licking our way up north. We both groan and rub our faces. Scully laughs out loud which earns her a stern look from the both of us. When we turn back to our yummy trail I realize that Mulder's face is very close to mine. Mulder's face. Mulder's lips. I swallow. Mulder smiles knowingly and inches forward, kissing me softly on the lips. Before I have time to respond he draws back, still smiling. I look at him confused, and a little disappointed, and I can see that he reads this on my face because his smile turns into a grin. Then he inches forward again, and I close my eyes in anticipation but he wrong-foots me. There is no kiss on my lips, or anywhere else on my face. Instead, he licks some whipped cream off my nose, chuckling. I open my eyes only to see that he has resumed eating his dessert. I do the same, and soon the both of us arrive at our destination: Breastsville. Mulder and I sit back on our heels, relishing the moment, then we both simultaneously dive down and devour the breasts. Scully squeaks in delight and arches her back. Then she grabs both of us at the scruff of our necks to stop us. We look up, confused. It takes Scully a moment to regain some composure before she can speak properly. "Walter, I want you to feed your strawberry to Schmolly," she says. I blink several times, then I shrug inwardly. Whatever. I lift a hand to grab the strawberry but Scully's fingers enclose my wrist and force my hand back onto the mattress. I look at her again before I realize what she wants from me. I blush furiously but I know that I have to do what she wants. After a moment I lower my head and pick the strawberry up with my lips. Mulder's head hovers close to mine and I place the strawberry against his lips. He opens his mouth but not to accept the fruit. Instead, he uses his tongue to force it back into my mouth. I startle and try to put the strawberry back where it is supposed to be, ending up with my tongue in his mouth. His tongue starts to wrestle with mine, and before I know what is going on we are engaged in one hot french kiss. The strawberry is ripped into pieces by now but I manage to force most of it into Mulder's mouth before drawing back. Mulder wears a smug grin as he slowly and very sensuously licks his lips. I pant heavily. This is the first time I ever kissed a man this way. And, oh boy, does this guy know how to kiss! Scully gives me a moment to recover before she signs my death warrant. "Okay, Schmolly, now it's your turn." Mulder grins even wider and picks up the strawberry with one long but measured lick with his tongue. I inch forward reluctantly. Don't get me wrong; I loved this kiss. It was better than most kisses that women gave me. But kissing this man is like running a marathon; very straining. And besides, it's a guy, damn it! I'm still trying to wrap my mind around *that* concept! I'm determined to just grab that damned strawberry and be done with it. Nice enough plan. Too bad Mulder has his own agenda, and another hot and demanding kiss ensues. One thing for sure; I'll never look at strawberries the same way again! Just to get my heart rate down again I get back to licking Scully clean. Don't get me wrong; this arouses me immensely. But you don't know how it is to be kissed by Mulder! I suckle Scully's nipple, tease it with my teeth, nibble the sensitive underside of her breast. Mulder is doing much the same, until Scully suddenly cries out. Wow! We brought her to orgasm without so much as touching her. "Look, Ma, no hands!" Mulder whispers to me across Scully's breasts, and I laugh out loud. Scully sits up and cups both of our faces. "Thank you, boys," she says tenderly before giving both of us a kiss on the tips of our noses. "And now - bed." I frown. It's still rather early. The clock on the nightstand says 10:13, but I realize that I'm pretty beat, nonetheless. I flop down on my side of the bed but Scully nudges me back up. "No, Walter. Your bed. Go on." I open my eyes and stare at her. My bed? Oh God, *our* bed! Mulder's and mine! Oh no, please, no! Scully seems to sense my slight panic and turns to Mulder. "Go on, Schmolly. I'll be right there to tuck you in." Mulder is just as disappointed as I am but he gets out of the bed and walks into the adjacent room. Donning her robe, Scully grabs my hand and pulls me up. Then she bends me forward and removes the butt plug. I sigh in relief. "I don't think you'll be needing that tonight," she says, and I immediately tense back up again. "Don't worry, Walter, Mulder won't do anything to you. He knows that he's not allowed to play with you unless I give permission first." Well, that is reassuring. I think. "Come on!" Scully pushes me towards the smaller bedroom, and I reluctantly walk in. Mulder lies in bed, grinning broadly. I get in as well and stay as close to the edge of my side as possible. Scully sighs and rubs my arm soothingly. "I told you nothing would happen. Relax." I nod, not believing a single word. Scully straightens herself. "Okay, boys, listen up. Schmolly, you'll show Walter here what I call a decent Sunday Brunch." Mulder nods. "Walter, as long as I'm not around, Schmolly calls the shots." I stare at her in horror. "He is the boss," she replies emphatically. "He's been playing for much longer and he knows the rules better than you do. Just do as he says. Believe me, he'll behave. He knows that he'll be in trouble when he's screwing up. Don't you, Schmolly?" "Yes, Milady." "Good. Walter, stop frowning. I know it boggles the mind. Mulder commanding Skinner. I bet half the FBI would have a field day with this." Scully grins evilly and I swallow. "Don't worry. Whatever happens here, stays here. Nothing will follow us into real life. Same rules apply the other way around, by the way. Here, you won't be able to chew us out for something we did on the job." I nod, privately thinking that I wouldn't be able to chew out Lady Enigma even if I wanted to. Scully actually does tuck us in as if we were four year olds. It's a nice feeling. Both Mulder and I get another kiss on our foreheads. "Good night, boys!" "Good night, Milady!" Mulder and I answer simultaneously. Then we are alone. Mulder nestles closer, and I stiffen. I keep reminding myself that Scully said he isn't allowed to play with me but suddenly I realize that I don't really know what exactly 'playing' means. Does it mean sex, or does it also include...a kiss??? He's kissing me again! I push Mulder away from me and angrily turn on my side with my back facing him. Bad move. That means that my butt is facing him as well. I roll on my back again. Mulder grins at me impishly, relishing my misery. "Let's just get some sleep, alright, Mulder?" I try to reason. "Okay, sure," he shrugs, once again nestling closer. Damn. Okay, he's only placing his head on my shoulder. That I can handle. I relax. Suddenly I feel Mulder's hand on my thigh, and I jump. He snickers. I bat his hand away, getting really angry. "Leave me alone, Mulder! I'm really not in the mood!" Mulder laughs out loud. "What? You have a headache, honey?" I turn my head to stare at him but he is completely unfazed. He knows that he's the boss in this room and he loves it. "Relax, big guy. Nobody's going to hurt you." How am I supposed to relax with that gorgeous man next to me? I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Alright, his head is back on my shoulder. I'm okay with that. He keeps his hands by his side. Good. He keeps his mouth shut. Perfect. There's that hand again! I grab his wrist and twist it backwards forcefully. He yelps. Good. I smirk. "Problems, Mulder?" "Let go off me, oaf! You're hurting me!" "I'll show you hurting, Mulder, I swear to God..." "Do I have to come in there, boys?" Scully yells from the next room. The connecting door is ajar so she can easily hear what's going on inside our little retreat. "No, Ma'am!" both Mulder and I answer. I glare at him, and he sighs loudly. We settle back down, more or less comfortable. Silence. Heaven. I can't fall asleep. I just can't. I stare at the ceiling, waiting for dawn. Damn, I'm really tired but I sit here like some stupid owl! Maybe it's Mulder. I'm just afraid that he's going to jump me again, or something. I turn my head to see for how many hours I've been awake and raise my eyebrows in surprise when I see that it's hardly been half an hour. Then I feel Mulder's hand again. "Can't sleep?" he asks huskily. "Maybe it's your fondling that's keeping me awake," I tell him. Mulder snorts. "Maybe it's the lack of fondling that's keeping you awake," he retorts. His hand roams up and down my thigh before resting on my hip. He starts to stroke my cock, and I push his hand away. "Mulder, don't. We both know that I'm not allowed to come. We both aren't. So, stop. Please." "I won't make you come," Mulder says sincerely. His hand trails down my cock, caresses my balls, wanders towards my cleft. I tense up immediately. "Don't," Mulder says soothingly. "Just let it happen." Just let it happen. This is exactly what Lady Enigma told me when I first met her. We all know what the end result was. I tense up even more. "You really have to relax a little," Mulder says reprovingly. His hand is in my cleft now, and I can feel his thumb stroking lightly over my sphincter. I clamp down as hard as I can. Mulder sighs. His fingers are stroking between my butt cheeks. They get rather slick now because there is still some of the lubricant that Scully used for the dildos and the butt plug. After a few minutes his thumb rests against my sphincter once more. "Relax. You really have to relax. Betty!" I growl at him, turning slightly, forgetting about my immediate problem for a second. That is all he needs, and his thumb easily slides inside my hole. "Gotcha!" he says, smiling warmly. There is no smug, arrogant, irritating Mulder. The man next to me only tries to make me feel more comfortable, relaxed. I smile back, a little uncertain. "Bastard," I say, with a bit more feeling than I wanted to let into my voice. Mulder grins. "Don't make me come in, boys! I mean it! You'll be in trouble!" I swallow and blanch. Mulder just keeps on grinning. "Promises, promises!" he yells back good-naturedly. "That'll be five swats with the paddle before brunch, Schmolly. Don't forget!" Mulder merely shrugs. He doesn't seem to be too impressed. I'd be. Then again, I'm not used to this whole game. "Sleep, boys!" Scully yells emphatically. "Yes, Ma'am!" Mulder and I shout back. And wouldn't you know it, seconds later I fall asleep, with Fox Mulder's head on my shoulder and his thumb up my ass! THE END OF CHAPTER THREE. Feedback, suggestions and comments: You betcha! Love it! Need it! Gimme, gimme, gimme! (as long as it's friendly...) Send it to Gaby!