Author's Notes: The (slightly) Spanked!Skinner is for Sam 'n Sue - stop nagging! ;-) Category: NC-17! And you wouldn't want it any other way, would you? Threesome. m/m. Close the door on your way out if you're squicked by that. Thank you. Spoilers: A teensy little minor one for Dreamland I. If you find it you can win a prize! :-) Disclaimer: They're mine! All MINE!!! CC and consorts - eat your hearts out!!! Just kidding. No rights, no infringement, no money - but lotsa fun! My addy is: gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv My home is at: http://gaby.slashcity.tv Summary: The men of the house work hard to satisfy their Lady. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* In The Lioness's Den *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* by Gaby Chapter 4: Men At Work "Good morning, Betty." I groan and close my eyes again. Mulder. This guy is giving me a headache! How would *you* like to wake up lying next to Fox Mulder when he's in one of *those* moods? Exactly. I realize with a start that he still has his thumb up my ass, and I wiggle to dislodge it. Mulder just laughs and removes his hand. "A bit testy today, huh? What? You're not a morning person, Betty?" I open my eyes and turn my head to glare at Mulder. My patented AD glare. I know I have it. I know how to use it. And now I know that it has no effect whatsoever on Fox Mulder who just looks at me with a very irritating grin. Damn. He's calling the shots here, I suddenly remember. Bastard. Mulder pats my thigh lightly. "Come on. We have work to do, big guy. The feisty redhead next door will want her brunch soon." Having said that, Mulder crawls over me to get off the bed. While he's straddling me he suddenly turns his head and gives me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose. Before I can throttle him he's across the room, opening the door to the hallway, a smug grin on his face. Did I mention that this guy is giving me a headache? I get up as well and slowly walk over to the connecting door which is still ajar. I take a peek at the petite form curled up on the big bed. There's only a patch of red hair visible in the semi dark but I can still sense the strong and fiery woman underneath the covers. I sigh. Suddenly there is Mulder's chin on my shoulder. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he whispers, and I nod. We are both mesmerized for a moment until I feel Mulder's morning erection digging into the small of my back. I tense up and back away. "Um...I...um...I have to...have to use the...the bathroom..." I stammer and stumble to the door, not turning around to make sure that Mulder isn't following me. He isn't. He just stands there, at the connecting door, with that infuriating and somewhat arrogant grin, watching me retreat hastily. When I step out of the bathroom a few minutes later Mulder lingers in the hallway. "What were you doing? Redecorating the entire room?" Before I can answer he enters the bathroom himself. "Just go ahead and wait for me in the kitchen. I'll be there in a minute. Start the coffee maker or something." I nod and walk downstairs. Rooting through the kitchen cabinets I realize that I don't wear my glasses, and I go back towards the stairs to get them from our bedroom. Mulder gets in the way at the bottom of the stairs and looks at me sternly. "Didn't I tell you to go to the kitchen and make some coffee?" he demands to know, a bit annoyed. "Well, yes, but I just wanted to get my glasses..." Mulder grabs my arm and deftly shoves me back towards the kitchen. "I like it when you're not wearing them," he says in a much gentler tone than could be expected, considering his actions. "I can see your eyes much better that way. You have such beautiful eyes, Walter, don't hide them behind your glasses." I stare at Mulder in disbelief. "I mean it," he assures me. "They are much more intense like that. And you look more...vulnerable..." Oh great. Just what I need. Looking vulnerable. "And younger. More human, in a way." Mulder chuckles, and I slap him on his arm, annoyed. Did I mention that he is giving me a headache? I stare at him, daring him to hit me. He doesn't. He just looks at me. "You're a feisty one, aren't you, Betty?" he says with that irritating grin, wiggling his eyebrows. I sigh and roll my eyes. Somehow I have the feeling that I really have to talk to Scully about him. Maybe we can arrange it so that we only meet every other weekend. Without Mulder. Without headaches. The cutest butt in the world can't make up for the headaches its owner is causing me! Then I see his morning erection. I was certain that he'd used the bathroom to jack off so I raise my eyebrows involuntarily. Mulder follows my glance and smiles. "What?" he asks, amused. When I don't reply he looks up at me and suddenly grins. "Oh, you thought I would...oh no, I wouldn't do that. You know we're not allowed. Silly." He shakes his head, pretending to be really disappointed by my lack of understanding. I just stare at him. "Well, it never really stopped you before. Disobeying orders, I mean." Mulder glowers at me then turns around. "I'm not even going there," he announces before opening the fridge. He takes out a tupperware box and puts it on the kitchen counter. Then he pulls himself upright, as if preparing for a big speech. "All right. Rule number one when living in the same house with that woman upstairs. Eat before you brunch." I stare at him blankly. He smiles. "She only eats this revolting healthy stuff. Fruit salad. Pumpernickel. Yogurt with bee pollen. Muesli, for God's sake. I'm glad she allows me to eat pancakes, but only because I can make the best pancakes this side of Reticula!" He proudly puffs up his chest. "Anyway, when you're hungry, you're hungry. So I really suggest you eat something that has a bit more...substance. Here." Mulder opens the box and shows me what's inside. My mouth waters. Blueberry muffins. Big ones. Freshly made. With huge blueberries. Huge with a capital H. I swallow convulsively. Mulder grins again. "Maggie Scully made them. That's the only reason why Scully allows them in her fridge in the first place. They're really great! Here, try one!" He pushes the box into my chest and I grab one muffin, hesitantly. I'm not sure whether it is a good idea to eat that thing but Scully didn't outright forbid eating a muffin. Right? I mean, when I'm hungry then I'm hungry. And they do look absolutely divine. And it's only one muffin. No harm done, right? After another second I take a hearty bite out of the thing. Ohmygod, I've never tasted anything better! I've died and gone to heaven! Mulder gives me another smug grin, and has "I told you so" written all over his face. "Good, eh?" I nod. Good doesn't even start to describe it! "I have to call Maggie and tell her how great her muffins are," I state, and Mulder's grin widens. "Aren't you...?" I ask, indicating the other muffins. Mulder shakes his head. "I'm more for the instant sugar rush," he explains and digs around under the kitchen sink. Then he produces a Dunkin' Donuts box and selects one with icing and sprinkles before hiding the box again. We grin at each other, feeling and looking like two little boys raiding cookies before dinner. This is incredibly ridiculous! I love it! Mulder makes a show of licking his fingers clean, one by one, with measured and very slow laps of his tongue. I stare at him, mesmerized, and he gives me that smug grin again, knowing exactly what kind of effect he has on me. Easy to see because I'm naked and Little Walter is greeting his surroundings happily now. Mulder brushes past me, squeezing my cock slightly, indicating me to follow him. We enter the dining room through the connecting door from the kitchen. "Okay, Betty. Table setting. Here's the deal: Scully always wants the works for Sunday brunch. That means linen table cloth, candles, fine china. That sort of thing." He walks over to a cupboard and opens the door. Then he points to the equipment in question. I nod. "Also, Sunday brunches mean all of us sitting at the table. It doesn't necessarily mean we're out of scene, but Scully wants to spend the time talking amicably, not feeding silent subs." I nod again. We start setting the table, and I have to admit, it does look kind of nice. When I take out three cups Mulder stops me. "Okay, rule number two. We don't do fine china cups. We opt for more...sturdy ware." He walks back into the kitchen, only to come back after a few seconds, carrying three coffee mugs. Really distasteful ones. And I mean, *really* distasteful! Mulder places the first mug on Scully's set. It is black with "THE BOSS" written on it in white letters. Well, it *is* fitting. I grin. Then there is Mulder's mug - an atrocious thing from Graceland, stating that "Elvis is alive!" Oh boy. But the mug that he places on my set really takes the cake. It says, "Feds do it better!" I shake my head vigorously. Mulder grins. "It's cool, isn't it? Scully and I collect mugs like that. This is one of my favorites. For obvious reasons. I mean, the truth is out there, right? Or, in this case, on a coffee mug." He starts to laugh when I shake my head even more vigorously. "Okay, I have another one that you might like..." Mulder takes "my" mug and brings it back into the kitchen. The replacement is even worse. "G-Man knows G-Spot!" it says. Mulder has that smug grin again. "Scully gave me that after our first night together," he tells me proudly. Too much information! Too much information! "I'd prefer the other mug, Mulder," I manage to croak. "I just bet you would," Mulder replies and deftly sets the G-Man mug down in front of my chair. The combination of the fine china on an elegantly decorated table with those mugs is downright ridiculous. "Come on, we gotta start cooking!" And Mulder vanishes into the kitchen. I'm busy slicing bananas for the fruit salad while Mulder takes out the necessary ingredients for his "out of this world" pancakes. "I make 'em from scratch," he announces proudly, and starts to juggle three eggs. Naturally, one of them falls down gracelessly, creating a mess. Mulder shrugs. "Uh...would you get that, please?" Without waiting for my reply he turns around and starts to mix the flour with the eggs. My jaw tightens. "You know, Mulder, technically speaking this is *your* mess," I say, somewhat calm. He doesn't even turn around. "Yeah, well, technically speaking I'm in charge here. And *you're* going to clean up the mess now." I seethe. Momentarily I am tempted to just grab and throttle him. Then I remember Scully's words, and I remember the punishment that she dished out yesterday. I really don't want to find myself on the receiving end of her paddle! So, with a theatrical sigh to show my annoyance, I get a couple of paper towels and clean up the mess. Then I use a wet cloth to wipe off the sticky residue. When I look up I see Mulder arrogantly grinning down at me. He is enjoying this way too much. Bastard. He's busy making pancakes now, and I have to admit that they really smell wonderful. I finished the fruit salad and start hauling the brunch into the dining room. The table is loaded with goodies; the only thing missing is the plate with Mulder's pancakes. When I return to the kitchen he looks at me, somewhat contrite. "Sorry about the egg," he says. I stare at him, dumb-founded. Where did *that* come from? "Here. Truce?" Mulder asks, holding up another blueberry muffin. I grin and accept. He grins in return, and I start to wonder why he's having that tell-tale gleam in his eyes. "Okay, I'm showing you the Wait Position now," Mulder says a couple of minutes later. The pancakes are on the table now, and it smells wonderful in the dining room. I nod, unsure what is coming next. Mulder kneels down, sitting back on his heels, his legs closed. I imitate him. "Now put your hands on your thighs, like this," he instructs me, laying his hands flat on his thighs, his thumbs pointing towards his body. So do I. He reaches over to adjust my hands a little. "Okay, good. Now, back straight. Look up. When you're in this position you are expected to follow your Domme with your eyes so you can see if and what she wants from you." I nod my understanding. "Usually, when she tells you to wait in one of the rooms it means going to your special place and assuming the Wait Position until she comes." I nod again. This isn't that hard. "Since she hasn't given you a special place up till now, just stay right next to me, okay?" I nod one more time. Mulder gets up and I look at him, confused. "I'll be right back. I just have to get something. Stay right here, in this position. Might as well get used to it." He smirks quickly before leaving the room. I'm pondering why he was so nice and helpful just now. Then I realize that *he* will be the one in trouble when I'm not performing the way I'm expected to, and I grin. Who's the boss now, Mulder? Suppose I screw up? I chuckle. Let's see how brunch turns out to be, and I will decide just how well you taught me, huh? Mulder enters the room, wearing a tee shirt and boxer shorts with red hearts on them. I stare at him in disbelief. "Scully gave me those for Valentine's Day. Aren't they cute?" I don't care who gave him what when. I care about the fact that he is dressed (in a slightly crumbled way, I admit) and I am kneeling here, stark naked. Then I see that he's carrying something. He throws a bundle of clothes at me. It's my sweat pants and a tee shirt. "Get dressed, Betty. The Redhead should be down any minute now. I just woke her up." I still stare at him. "We're always dressed when we're having brunch," he explains patiently. "Just don't expect a brunch everytime we're here. She always tells us beforehand what she wants. So, when it's just breakfast you or I might end up kneeling next to her being fed." I have a flashback of Scully feeding Mulder the previous night; how degrading I found the whole thing, but also how sweet and tender she was, caressing and stroking him. I'm not sure whether I prefer breakfast or brunch. "Shit!" Mulder suddenly says, and he runs out of the room again. I stand up to get dressed, then I kneel back down, getting into position. Mulder storms in barely a minute later, carrying a paddle with several small holes drilled into the wooden surface. I remember what Scully said last night, and I swallow nervously. Mulder just shrugs and smiles, then he kneels down next to me. "So, tell me, Mulder...why didn't you let me in on the dress code *before* we went downstairs?" I ask, a bit annoyed. He looks at me innocently. "Because I enjoy looking at you," he says evenly. Then he puts the paddle into his mouth and turns his head towards the door. I still stare at him dumb-founded when Scully enters the dining room. She smiles when she sees the two of us and walks up to us. Mulder kneels up, placing his hands behind his back in one fluid motion. He raises his head and offers the paddle to Scully who takes it out of his mouth. "Thank you, Schmolly," she says, ruffling his hair. Mulder smiles and gets back into the Wait Position. Scully turns to me, an amused smile on her lips. Somehow I feel as if these two just shared a big joke, and I didn't get the punch line. Scully bends down and kisses my forehead gently. "Okay, boys. Up you go. Kitchen." Scully points towards the kitchen counter, and Mulder jumps up. I stay right where I am. Scully has followed Mulder who is now bend over the counter, but she stops when she realizes that I don't move. "Waiting for a written invitation?" she asks sharply. "But I didn't do anything wrong!" I blurt out. Oh God. That sounded like a real man. A manly man. Cool. Tough. John Wayne is a wimp compared to me. Scully just grins. "Did I say you did anything wrong?" she asks, and I shake my head, no. "Well, then, get your gorgeous butt into the kitchen. Now!" I startle at the sudden change of tone and scramble into the kitchen, bending over the counter next to Mulder. I have seen that his butt is still pink and I'm sure he's uncomfortable if not downright in pain. Scully fingers the paddle. I wince. "So, tell me, Schmolly, why am I paddling you?" "Because I was mouthing off, and I didn't obey you immediately, Milady," Mulder answers quickly. Scully nods. "Well, I promised you five swats, and five swats you shall receive. To make this more memorable you will recite the five no-no's that will always buy you a punishment. I just want to make sure that you still remember them. Do you understand, Schmolly?" "Yes, Milady," Mulder nods. He takes a deep breath and sticks his butt out even more. Scully yanks his shorts down and caresses his ass for a few moments before she brings the paddle down for the first time. "Disrespect!" Mulder yells. Swat two. "Dishonesty!" Swat three. "Disobedience!" Swat four. "Reckless behavior!" Swat five. "Ditching!" I had my eyes closed the entire time, not daring to look. Still, I flinched everytime the paddle made contact with Mulder's butt. Now I open my eyes and turn my head to look over my shoulder. That earns me a swat, even though it isn't really hard. "Once in position, you don't break it. Remember that," Scully scolds me. I nod, head buried in my crossed arms. "Sorry, Milady, I didn't know," I mutter. There is another swat with the paddle, this time harder. "That was for lying. Didn't you pay attention? Schmolly just recited the five no-no's. What was the second one?" "Dishonesty, Milady." Damn that woman! How did she know I was lying? "Exactly. Don't try to out-smart me, Walter, you'll lose." There is another swat, this time on Mulder's butt. We both flinch. "And you, Schmolly, should've told Walter about our rules. I expect you to fill him in on the basics." Mulder nods, contrite. "Sorry, Milady. I will." "Good." Scully yanks Mulder's shorts back up, and the poor man winces slightly. I really don't want to be the owner of his butt right now. Then I feel my sweatpants being removed, and I tense up. Before I can straighten up, Scully places her hand on my back and pushes me down none too gently. "What did you just learn, Walter?" she asks sternly. Good question! I'm a little preoccupied right now, going in full- blast panic mode with that paddle very close to my *naked* butt, mind you, so why don't you come back and ask me later? Like, in a week or so...I swallow nervously. Then Scully brings the paddle down on my butt, quite hard. At least for me. I yelp. Mulder snorts. Apparently it wasn't a very hard swat. Well, it was for me! "What did you just learn, Walter?" Scully asks again, in that dangerous too calm voice. Well, I learned the five no-no's, especially that lying earns you a paddling. But she wouldn't want to hear that. What the hell...oh yeah! "Never break position, Milady!" Scully caresses my butt, and I'm pretty pleased with myself. Ha. Not much gets by me, thank you very much. Then I remember that Scully still has that paddle in her hand, and I remember that she started Mulder's paddling with that butt caressing business as well, and I start to tense up again. "I wouldn't," Scully murmurs. Oh yeah, that helps! Thank you! I clench my butt cheeks together. Scully sighs. I can hear her digging around in the pockets of her lioness robe because the silk is making this whooshing sound. Then I feel her hands on my ass again, parting my butt cheeks. "Will you relax?" she asks, almost exasperated. I do. More or less. Scully smears something into my cleft and inserts a finger into me, then another. She scrapes my prostate, and I buck involuntarily. Mulder giggles slightly. The fingers are removed, and something blunt is shoved up my ass. Oh great. Ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome for our old friend, the butt plug! I sigh. "Okay, boys. Up you go and into the dining room with you. I'm starving!" Scully pats my butt lovingly and yanks my sweatpants back up. Mulder and I walk into the next room, both a bit stiffly. Scully washes her hands quickly, then she joins us. I hate sitting down with a butt plug up my ass. It is way too uncomfortable, and I'm afraid that when I move too much the plug might stimulate my prostate again. Scully smiles at me. "You know, I wasn't going to paddle you. I just wanted to prepare you again. See what you'll get by trying to second guess me?" I nod, glumly. Mulder smirks at me across the table. I stare back at him, challenging him. I wasn't sure whether or not to get him into trouble before but after he pulled that stunt with my clothes I've decided to play dumb. And he's already earned one swat for not instructing me properly. Ha. I'm trying to tell him that telepathically (after all, he believes in that stuff) and he seems to understand because his happy face falls considerably. Gotcha, sucker! We start eating in companionable silence. I have to admit, Mulder's pancakes are delicious. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that. I make a face that states "edible", and I see Mulder's jaw tighten. Gotcha again, sucker! "So," Scully says conversationally, turning towards me. "Did you like my mother's muffins, Walter?" I stop in mid-chew, eyes wide. Mulder leans back in his chair, arms folded, this tell-tale gleam in his eyes again. Oh, and that smug grin firmly in place. I turn to Scully, trying to look innocent. "No-no number two, Walter?" I swallow. Damn. "I liked them very much. Maggie outdid herself. They are divine." I hang my head. Then again, I didn't do anything wrong, dammit, so why am I acting like it? I sit up straight and look at Scully. "Why? Is something wrong?" I ask. Neutral voice. "Oh no," Scully says, shaking her head. "After all, their sole purpose is to be eaten. Unlike those doughnuts hidden under the sink." Scully shoots a poignant look in Mulder's direction, and he loses his smug grin instantly. It appears on my face instead. Scully turns back to me. "I was just wondering because I never thought you had a sweet tooth." She shrugs and resumes eating. Hmm. That was weird. I expected a dressing down of some sort, and from the looks on Mulder's face, he did, too, apparently. Good. Game, set, match, AD Skinner. Ha. Then I start to wonder. How the hell did she know in the first place? I turn to Scully and clear my throat. "Um...Milady...how come you knew..." I stop when I hear not only Scully but also Mulder bellow with laughter. I frown. There it is again. They share a joke and I missed the punch line. "Oh God, Betty, you really are dense sometimes!" Mulder presses out between hysterical fits of giggles. "Don't call me that!" I yell, really annoyed now. This is getting on my nerves. "He's right, Schmolly. Don't call him 'Betty' - it's not his name here." Damn right, woman! Go, Scully! "I think I just found the perfect name for him, though." Both Mulder and I look at her. His face beams with anticipation while mine is turning greenish- gray. Okay, we can rule out 'Betty' (thank God!) and 'hot stud' (thank God, again!) - could there be anything more humiliating? I don't think so. "Muffin!" Okay, think again. Mulder actually falls off his chair laughing. I rest my head on the table and start sobbing. After about a minute I feel someone tapping my head, so I look up. It's Scully. She holds a small mirror in her hand. I frown. She holds it in front of my face, and I can see my lips and my tongue colored in a nice shade of blue. Ohmygod, I totally forgot that blueberry muffins do that occasionally. My face must be priceless because Mulder starts howling with laughter again. I restrict myself to putting my head back down. God hates me. It takes me a few minutes until I find a sure-fire way of weedling out of that name-predicament. I turn to Scully. "Milady, didn't you say yesterday that the name must be humiliating as well as characterize the person? I can assure you, there is enough humiliation in this, um, name to last me ten life times, but I cannot see..." I'm cut short when Scully holds up her hand. "Oh, but it *does* characterize you, Muffin," she says, and I cringe. "You see, first of all, you apparently *love* muffins." Okay, point taken. But "muffin-fanatic" isn't really a characteristic, is it? "Secondly, you are so sweet and cute that I could eat you alive!" Scully sidles up to me and starts nibbling her way from my earlobe down my jawline towards my adam's apple, and I swallow convulsively. Great. Just what I need - being sweet and cute! Whatever happened to hard-assed and tight-lipped? I kinda liked those. Made my life a whole lot easier! Well, okay, at least my *office* life. "And besides," Mulder chimes in, having somewhat recovered from that giggling fit. "Betty Crocker makes the goddamn best muffins this side of the milky way!" Having said that, he starts laughing like a maniac once more, tears running down his face. I bang my head on the table once. Somebody, please shoot me. ***** I am bored. It's early afternoon now and I have nothing to do. Scully took Mulder down for a session in that Playroom, and I graciously declined the invitation to join them. Even as a spectator. Scully thought Mulder needed some more attitude adjustment (and she was damn right about that!) so they have spent the last three hours in the basement. I think I'm profoundly grateful that this room is soundproof. I couldn't stay here while listening to any sounds that remind me of paddling, strapping, whipping, caning, crying, yelling, shouting, howling, or whatever else comes to mind. I shudder. After brunch (and no, I couldn't convince Scully to change my new name, thank you very much for your concern) I cleaned up the kitchen and the dining room. Then I did the grand tour again - this time paying closer attention to details. Books, CDs, paintings on the wall, contents of the fridge. What's still missing and what is already there in the furniture department. That sort of thing. Not that this gave me any deep insight - it just helped passing the time. When I saw the half assembled shelves in the storage room I decided to finish the work. I remembered Mulder asking me whether I could nail, and I grinned. Maybe I'm not a great nailer, but I sure as hell know how to screw! With the shelves assembled I went back into the kitchen to make another salad. Both Mulder and Scully enjoyed my salad yesterday, and I thought that they might be a little hungry after their, um, workout in the Playroom. Silly thought, I know. Well, it gave me something to do. Now I'm sitting in the living room, bored out of my mind. I'm beginning to entertain the idea of going home but I don't have my car. Besides, this would be a shitty decision. Give me a break, I love it here! Maybe I should go downstairs...nah! There is some movement on the stairs and I look up to see a naked Mulder emerge from the basement. His entire demeanor has changed considerably; he is more tranquil, in a way. Centered. Focused. Calm. He raises his head and gives me the shadow of a smile. I smile back, tentatively. When he starts walking upstairs I see his backside and give a startled yelp. "Oh God, Mulder, what did she do to you?" I'm off the couch and by his side within a second. He turns around to look at me, confused. "She just did her job, Walter," he shrugs with a wince when his aching muscles protest against even the slightest movement. "And what job would that be?" I demand to know, close to calling the ambulance. The man looks like he's been worked over by several huge thugs in some shady back alley. Mulder just smiles slightly. "Demon Slayer." Then he continues to walk upstairs. I stand on the stairs, watching him go, when Scully comes up from the basement. I turn to her, furious. "What the hell did you do to him?" I growl. Scully just looks at me, completely calm and in control. "Walter, I told you that Mulder and I are playing on a very intense level. Nothing that happened down there was non-consensual. I didn't injure him, and I didn't permanently mark him. Actually, he'll feel better in a few hours. I know how to inflict a cleansing pain that quickly fades. He needs it when he is like this. I told you he needs me even more after VC cases. Believe me, he feels much better now." Well, when I first saw him I thought so as well. But then I saw his body, and so I shake my head now, vigorously. "You can't seriously believe that this actually helped him?" Scully gives me a rueful smile. "Walter, do me a favor. Give him ten minutes. I've helped him through the worst, he cried himself to exhaustion down there. Now he needs a few minutes alone. When he's good and ready he'll come downstairs, and you'll see that I'm right." She takes my hand and gently forces me to go into the living room and sit down. I don't like that. I really don't. I mean, I trust Scully unconditionally, and so does Mulder, and I'm sure whatever they did was consensual, and I'm sure Scully would never harm him...but still... After a couple of minutes Mulder saunters downstairs. He doesn't walk as stiffly as before and has a real, big smile on his face. He takes a deep breath and sits down cautiously. "I'm starved. Anybody up for a pizza?" he asks, looking first at me, then at Scully. "I made some more salad," I offer. Both Scully and Mulder beam. "Great! Last one in the kitchen will do the dishes," Mulder yells and shoots towards the room in question. Scully looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I nod, acknowledging that she was right and I was wrong. Guess I still gotta learn a lot when it comes to those two. Oh, and I will have to do the dishes later. ***** After the late lunch, and the removal of that cursed butt plug, Mulder takes me upstairs, into Scully's en-suite bathroom. I haven't been in here before; even during my grand tour a few hours ago I somehow thought this was too private. Silly, isn't it? Well, let me tell you, this is one big room. I mean, big. There is a bath tub in here in which you could do laps, for God's sake! I stand in the middle of the room with my mouth open. Mulder grins at me. "Pretty cool, isn't it? We're planning on a jacuzzi sometime next year. Should be even more fun!" Yeah, I just bet it should. I look at Mulder's back and wince. There are welts all over his back, ass and legs. Almost his entire body is colored in a darker shade of red. Well, I do have to admit that I can basically watch the color fade so Scully was right about that. Still, I'm not happy about the fact that one of my agents needs this sort of thing. I mean, I won't tell anyone but I wonder what would happen if somebody found out. "I know I'm breathtakingly handsome, Walter, but this stare you're giving me is even making *me* blush," Mulder says with a wink. I start. "I'm sorry. I was just wondering..." My voice trails off, and I stare at the floor. Mulder sighs dramatically and walks over to me. He grabs my hand and lightly places it on his butt. It feels damn hot, and I wince. Mulder rolls his eyes. "Don't worry about me. I'm a big boy, Muffin." He grins at me when I frown. "It hurts but it's a good hurt. Maybe you'll ask for it yourself. When the time comes. Don't rush it, though. You'll have to really need and want it." One thing for sure - I'll never ask for something like that. Will I? Mulder walks over to a cabinet and opens a door. "Scully wants to have some fun in the tub so I'm going to show you how to prepare the bathroom." We are lighting dozens of white candles that we place all over the room. Mulder closes the blinds so that only the candles lighten the room. It looks absolutely wonderful; romantic and intimate. Mulder grabs a CD player and starts something classical, Mozart I think. The bath water is scented and wonderfully warm. Before we get in, Mulder throws some towels over the radiator to warm them. Just as we're sinking into the warm, scented water Scully appears carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne in a cooler, three glasses, and a bowl with strawberries, grapes - and blueberries. She smiles when she sees us, placing the tray down on the ledge close to me. This tub is so large that all three of us fit in easily. Scully disrobes and steps into the water carefully, sighing contentedly when the warm water caresses her beautiful body. Mulder opens the bottle and pours champagne in the three glasses, handing them to us. We clink the glasses together. "To the Brady Family," Scully says with a smile. We drink the champagne in one go, and Mulder refills the glasses. I know for a fact that Mulder hardly ever drinks alcohol, and Scully usually stays away from it as well. I enjoy the occasional scotch or beer but champagne makes me tipsy rather fast. So it doesn't take long until all three of us are enjoying ourselves immensely. Scully has instructed me to recline on the slanting side of the tub, and now rests her back on my chest. I can smell her hair, which almost drives me crazy because it reminds me of the first time we were together, and I spread my legs wider so she is more comfortable sitting between them. Then she beckons Mulder over, and he lies down on her, face buried between her breasts. I can see his glowing back and ass over Scully's shoulder, and close my eyes, leaning my head back onto the towel that is wrapped up on the edge of the tub. This feels so good. Mulder is being careful not to crush Scully underneath himself but I can still feel his added weight, and it gives me the sensation of actually being part of them. I sigh contentedly, and I feel Scully chuckle. I open my eyes to see Scully picking up a soft sponge. She lets it soak up with water, then she gently squeezes the water out of it, soothing Mulder's back. He sighs contentedly and nuzzles Scully's breasts. She leans down to his head, murmuring something into his ear. He nods. Scully kisses his hair gently and leans back into my chest. Apparently they have reconciled, or he has assured her that he is alright, or they have just agreed on another little torture that they've come up with especially for me. Who knows? Scully keeps washing Mulder for a few minutes, and the dare- devil in me decides to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. I pick up one grape and gently hold it to Scully's lips. I feel those lips curve into a smile but she doesn't say anything - the grape, however, disappears into her mouth. Duly encouraged, I keep up the feeding. After a little while I let my hand snake around Scully's breast to find Mulder's lips. He's pretty much blissed out by now so he startles when he feels the strawberry nudging his lips. After a second he grins and sucks in the fruit, looking up to meet my gaze with that tell-tale gleam in his eyes. Uh-oh, I think I'm in trouble. Scully wiggles a little until she has freed herself from her sandwiched position. Kneeling down next to me she looks at us and says, grinning, "Well, boys, put on a show for me!" Yup, I'm in trouble. Mulder snakes himself up into my arms, reaching over my shoulder into the bowl with the fruits. He grabs a strawberry, dips it into his champagne glass, then trails it along my lower lip. Whenever I try to grab it with my teeth he draws back. I must be looking like a fish out of water, or a puppy begging for a treat. Damn that man! Then he takes the strawberry between his own lips and leans in. Oh, so we're playing that old game again, aren't we? I advance him and gently take the strawberry with my teeth, kissing him firmly on the lips as soon as the fruit is in my mouth. He is pleasantly surprised and chuckles. "Well, Muffin, I think you're losing your inhibitions!" he exclaims, and Scully laughs. Mulder chooses a blueberry next (what a surprise!) and we continue the silly little game. After we have eaten half the bowl Scully decides she wants to be part of the team, and begins to feed us the same way we've been feeding each other. Occasionally, a grape or a berry passes several mouths before finally being consumed. We even get so carried away that we're trying to steal the food out of each other's mouths. I gotta admit - I'm starting to really like this game! With the bottle and the bowl empty there is only one more thing to do - ravish each other. I like this game even better! Scully kisses me thoroughly until she leaves me breathless. Then she puts a condom on my rock-hard cock and gently eases herself down on me. I stare at her face while she impales herself on me; she has her eyes closed and looks relaxed and concentrating at the same time. Once she has received all that I can give she opens her eyes and looks at me, smiling. I caress her breasts, let my hands wander to her back and down to her butt, cupping it gently. Then I stroke her thighs, ending up on her hips, tugging slightly to indicate she should start moving. Scully places her hands flat on my chest and begins to rock up and down. Mulder kneels behind Scully and caresses her entire body with hands, lips, and tongue. It almost makes her break concentration and she loses her rhythm momentarily. Mulder chuckles complacently before gently grabbing Scully's chin to turn her head. Then he proceeds to kiss her thoroughly. My hands find his on Scully's breasts, and all three of us find a rhythm of our own, dancing to a silent song. Scully is on the brink of coming and flings her head backwards to let it rest on Mulder's shoulder. Her orgasm triggers my own, and we both moan in ecstasy. Mulder holds Scully until she breathes normally again, then he tenderly pulls her off my softening cock. She leans against the opposite side of the bathtub, looking at me with love, face and breasts flushed. We both smile. Mulder licks and nibbles and sucks his way from my nipples to my throat, along my jawline to my earlobe, biting it gently. I enjoy the attention I receive from that gorgeous man, and I love the feel of his sleek body covering my own. However, the color and texture of his punished skin still inhibits me, and I can't bring myself to caress him. Scully senses my hesitation and decides to take matters into her own hands. She repositions Mulder so that he is lying next to me, then she tells me to kiss and spoil the beautiful body in front of me, so I do. I claim his mouth feverishly until we both have to come up for air. Taking one deep breath, we both dive right back in. I never thought I'd enjoy kissing a man but Mulder is one hell of a kisser! I can't get enough of his kisses! Suddenly, Mulder moans into my mouth, and I realize that Scully has engulfed his cock with her warm mouth, sucking hard. It doesn't take long until the orgasm hits and Mulder spasms. The poor man is totally exhausted, and he leans back with his eyes closed. I gather him up in my arms, somehow feeling very protective of him right now. He looks so young and vulnerable, and a part of me wants to make sure that no harm will be done to this man ever again. Scully crawls up to us, lying down on both of our chests. Both Mulder and I wrap an arm each around the petite figure resting on us, creating a circle. Our circle. Our family. THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR. Feedback, suggestions and comments: You betcha! Love it! Need it! Gimme, gimme, gimme! (as long as it's friendly...) Send it to Gaby!