Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to a wonderful person 
and amazing author called DiAnn who passed away recently. 
She always wanted me to write heavier BDSM in this series and 
I always told her I wish I could but since the whole thing is told 
from Skinner's POV and he is still a bit...shy <g> I couldn't see 
how I could do it. DiAnn gave me the perfect angle to do both 
heavy play *and* concentrate on Mulder - which she also 
always lobbied for. <g> I wish I had written this sooner so she 
could've seen how her story idea turned out... I miss you, 
DiAnn, and I'm sure you're somehow finding a way to get your 
hands on that story, anyway. :-)  
 
Category: NC-17 for all kinds of sex, as well as ropes 'n candles 
'n knives (no blood, though) 'n other toys...<g>  
 
Warning: This one here includes fairly strong WalterAngst (well, 
as much angst as there can be in this silly series, anyway <g>). 
There's also pretty heavy BDSM in this one as well as a detailed 
sex scene between Moose and Squirrel!!! *No* Wally in both 
scenes! I just thought I'd mention this cuz I know of at least one 
person who is now running for the hills, screaming at the top of 
her lungs... (you know who you are! <winks>) 
 
Disclaimer: Not mine. Chris, grow up. Share your toys, dammit.  
 
My addy is: gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv  
 
My home is at: http://gaby.slashcity.tv  
 
Summary: Something will pop...  

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In The Lioness's Den  
 
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by Gaby
 
 
 
Chapter 9: Cherries  
 
 
Sometimes I hate my job.  
 
Don't get me wrong, I love being an AD. It is tedious work, and 
sometimes I wonder why I became a stupid paper pusher, but 
all in all I have to say that I like what I do. But there are other 
times, like right now, when I really wish that I had used my law 
degree and had actually started to practise it.  
 
Mulder is sitting in front of me, in full pout mode. We've had one 
of our infamous shouting matches over basically nothing. It's 
obvious that he misses Scully. Hell, *I* miss Scully, but he really 
needs her right now. And yes, I'm talking professionally, not in 
the other way. You know what I mean. I'm glad that she'll be 
back next Monday because I don't think I would have the 
nerves or inner strength to go through another week like this.  
 
We've had a great time, Mulder and I. After that Fourth of July 
party at Maggie Scully's place we did drive to our house and 
spent the night there. It was fun. We discovered that we actually 
like each other. Well, I always knew that I liked him, hell, I guess 
I even loved him, but I was finally able to openly show my 
feelings. Mulder was his obnoxious self, and I love that about 
him even more. He is so scared of other people that he never 
really lets anybody close. But he lets *me* close, and I know 
that he trusts me, and that is the ultimate compliment he can 
pay me. I think he likes me a lot as well.  
 
Anyway, nothing happened that night - of course not; after all, 
Lady Enigma wouldn't allow it. We just did the 'guy thing' and 
decided to 'hang out' which was a lot of fun. After that, all three 
of us tried to get together but we only managed to meet one 
more time in July and once in mid-August. In between and after 
that, something always came up so we haven't seen each other 
in almost a month. God, it's almost mid-September now! How 
time flies!  
 
I really miss the time with Mulder and Scully - or, more 
precisely, with Lady Enigma and Schmolly. But there were 
medical conferences and a serial killer case and a really stupid 
management training session keeping us away from home over 
the weekends. But we've decided to all get together this 
weekend, and Scully has already said that she would stay till 
Monday morning and drive straight to the Hoover from our 
house. Just to celebrate. I think that's cute. And I can't wait.  
 
What's more, Mulder and I had agreed to spend tonight at our 
house, 'hanging out.' It's Wednesday, just about the most boring 
day of the week, and we have talked on the phone about this 
last weekend while he was in Denver because of that serial 
killer case. I don't like sending him to that kind of stuff without 
his partner because he always turns spooky so I thought a boys' 
night out would be fun. I could see his smile through the 
receiver when I asked him about it.  
 
Unfortunately, he apparently decided that finally writing all those 
reports and handing in long overdue expense reports were too 
boring so he has taken off to never-never-land yesterday. 
Without me signing his 302. Or even being notified about any of 
this. I had decided that keeping him in his basement dwelling for 
the rest of the week would be the safest way to ensure that 
Scully would find an undamaged partner in the office on 
Monday. How stupid of me to think he would obey. How stupid 
of him to lose his gun while on the loose. So now I know about 
his little expedition, and I have to chew his ass out. I really don't 
enjoy this part of my job, believe me.  
 
And we all know that Mulder hates being on the receiving end of 
my tongue lashings but since he doesn't have his partner close 
to rein him in he just got right in my face, and we had a 
wonderful shouting match at our hands. I hate this.  
 
As I said before, I love Mulder. I always have, on some level, I 
guess. But it never interfered with my job. I mean, I knew about 
his family and the whole Consortium crap, and I sure made 
allowances for that if it seemed necessary - hell, I gave him 
more leeway than anybody else ever received! - but now I also 
see him on a personal level, as a true friend, and I guess as a 
lover as well. Not that we have ever been intimate or anything, 
except for that one time when he gave me a handjob, or when 
he kissed me...and damn, does he know how to kiss...! But I 
digress. Where was I? Right, leeway. So, as I was saying, I see 
more of Mulder now. When I see him throwing a tantrum in my 
office I see the man that came out of that playroom after Scully 
worked him over. I see the real smile he gave me afterwards. I 
just know that this is what he needs, and not some stupid 
dressing down from the boss. He misses Scully, period. He 
can't help himself so he gets into trouble. I know all that. But I'm 
still his boss so I still have to act like it. He did something wrong, 
he gets punished. Of course, he doesn't understand that. Or, he 
understands it but he doesn't want to deal with it.  
 
In any case, we yelled at each other, we called each other 
names, and now he sits there and gives me that baleful look. I 
should suspend him or something. But that would only make the 
whole situation worse. Damn. "Agent Mulder, I think the best 
course of action would be for you to spend the rest of today as 
well as the rest of the week finishing those reports and expense 
reports, just the way I ordered you to. And to make sure that 
they will be completed in time, you will report to me first thing 
tomorrow morning with everything you need, including your 
laptop. I will make sure that you won't be disturbed while you're 
working in my conference room." I nod in the direction of a 
connecting door that leads to a small conference room. There's 
only that one door to the room, effectively trapping him once 
he's in there, and he knows it.  
 
"What?" he explodes. "You want me to work from...from...from 
*there*?" He wiggles his finger at the closed door. "What is this, 
kindergarten? Do you think I need to be supervised at all 
times?" My raised eyebrow is answer enough, and he angrily 
jumps to his feet. "I hate you," he yells at the top of his lungs 
before he storms out of my office, slamming the door.  
 
God, I really hate my job. 
*****
 
Well, I guess we won't be hanging out together tonight. Just as 
well. I still have a lot of work to do so I could use some extra 
hours spent in the office. I try to shrug the whole incident off but 
somehow I keep seeing those expressive hazel eyes staring at 
me as if I had just betrayed him. Damn that man. *He* did 
something wrong and *I* feel guilty!  
 
That doesn't keep me from reading tons of files and signing 
reports and calculating budgets till eight in the evening. Don't 
think I actually got anything done. I'm not sure that I really 
understood half of what I read. Mulder kept popping up in my 
head until I finally gave up. There's no reason to keep working 
when you don't see any results. So I pack my stuff and head 
out of the office. It'll be hard enough to fight with him tomorrow 
when I will force him to spend the day in the room next to me so 
it's probably the best idea to turn in early for a change.  
 
I keep thinking about Scully. Maybe I should've called her or 
something. She's incredibly busy at the moment, tying up loose 
ends before she leaves Quantico on Friday. A few days ago 
she told me that she had a backload of work the size of 
Mulder's expense reports so I guess she wouldn't have had time 
for me anyway. Well, I'll see her Friday night or Saturday 
morning tops, and there'll be plenty of time to tell her about 
Mulder privately. Or maybe he'll behave himself again 
tomorrow and there won't be any need for me to talk to her in 
the first place. Yeah, right. She's his partner, in more ways than 
one. She will want to know. She will *need* to know. Damn, she 
will just know. She's a woman. They all have some kind of 
radar. At least Scully does when it comes to Mulder. It's 
downright spooky.  
 
There is no need for me to drive to our house because even 
though we didn't talk about it, it was pretty obvious that Mulder 
and I wouldn't spend the night together. It's quite sad, actually. I 
was really looking forward to it. We have a lot of fun together. I 
still break out in a huge grin each time I remember the one night 
we were drunk and pretended to be Scully and Mrs. Davis! Ah, 
that was great. We've spent quite a few nights together since 
then, just hanging out. Mostly in our house. Actually, I was 
usually in Mulder's company when I went to the house. Scully 
and I only made it to the house together once since that Fourth 
of July barbecue, and we didn't really 'play' last Saturday. We 
talked a lot and we brushed up on all those different positions I 
have to know. Did a little anal play. I gave her a massage, she 
gave me my new, very own and very ridiculous looking apron 
(frills again!) and I'm now a proud owner of my brandnew 
coffee mug - can you believe that she actually found one with a 
steaming muffin on it? Anyway, not really 'seeing' either one of 
them for almost a month is also a reason why I look forward to 
this weekend. We all took turns driving to the house to water the 
plants or mow the lawn and such but we didn't really spend any 
quality time there except those two times we were together. I 
never knew that I would miss this so much!  
 
Nobody is more surprised than I when I suddenly realize that 
my car is standing in the house's driveway. How the hell did I 
get here? I guess daydreaming while driving is not a good idea. 
Talk about a different kind of driving under the influence! Oh 
well, since I'm already here... I mentally shrug and get out of the 
car. Mulder and I had planned to spend the night and drive to 
work from here so I grab the extra suit and duffel bag that I had 
packed and walk to the front door. Just as I suspected, Mulder's 
car is nowhere to be seen. The inside of the house is dark. 
Guess I'll spend the night alone. And you know what? I do feel 
better sleeping here than in my condo. Somehow, both Mulder 
and Scully are close to me here, and I don't feel so lonely. 
That's rather nice and comforting.  
 
I punch in the code to disengage the alarm and slowly walk to 
the stairs. Before I actually go to the second floor I look inside 
the livingroom. This is where I *should* be sitting with Mulder, 
having a drink, watching sports, talking about the little things in 
life. Damn! Maybe I shouldn't have been so hard on him! I'll talk 
to him tomorrow. I'm sure we can work things out before the 
weekend. I sigh and walk upstairs.  
 
Even though I'm all alone I still go to the small bedroom, 
Mulder's and mine. I *could* sleep in the big, king-sized bed 
next door but somehow that wouldn't feel right. This is Scully's 
bed, and I wouldn't dream of using it without her. It's ridiculous, I 
know. Maybe it's also because I spent my very first night in the 
smaller bed in front of me. I smile fondly, remembering the way 
Mulder teased me until he finally popped his thumb up my butt. 
It's really quite unbelievable! I'm sharing a bed with one of my 
subordinates. Naked. With his thumb up my ass! But I'll be 
damned - this was the first night in ages that I've slept like a log!  
 
I undress myself in the half-dark, not bothering with any lights. 
After all, I know my way around, and I'm already sleepy so I 
might as well get my eyes used to the idea of blackness. Hmm, 
maybe I should eat something before turning in...then again, it 
would just be too much trouble going downstairs to make a 
sandwich...nah, I'll just get up early and have a hearty 
breakfast!  
 
Already down to my boxers and just about ready to go to bed I 
suddenly realize that I probably should hang up my suit 
properly. Wouldn't do to show up for a meeting with the Deputy 
Director in a crumpled outfit, right? Oh damn, I totally forgot 
about that meeting! Shit! Oh well, just as well that I turn in 
before ten pm...the damn meeting is at seven in the morning!  
 
Sighing, I grab both my worn and the extra suit to hang them up 
in the small closet. Once a Marine, always a Marine. I'm just too 
damn tidy! When I open the closet door my heart almost stops.  
 
There are two suits hanging in there. And they aren't mine. 
Actually, come to think of it, I already saw one of them today. 
On Mulder. Ohmygod, don't tell me he's here?!  
 
I let go of my stuff and frantically turn around to the connecting 
door leading to the master bedroom. It's closed so I stealthily 
walk towards it, pressing my ear against it. Nope, not a single 
sound. No talking, no moaning, not even breathing. I cautiously 
open the door a bit and peek inside. Perfectly made bed. 
Nobody in it. I look around but there's nobody in the entire room. 
That's strange. I know for a fact that Mulder must be here 
because it's his suit in that closet. Maybe he's gone for a run... I 
turn around to walk to our dresser and open the top drawer 
where he keeps his running stuff but nothing is missing. Even 
his sneakers are still here. So he must be in the house.  
 
Mulder isn't in the en-suite bathroom nor in our smaller 
bathroom. I haven't seen him in the living room and there were 
no sounds and lights on in the rest of the first floor. This is all so 
weird. I decide to walk downstairs anyway, just to have a look-
see.  
 
Just as I thought, nobody there. I walk through the kitchen and 
open the door to the garage, just to make sure that I'm not 
hallucinating. I've left my car in the driveway, not bothering to 
open the garage door. If I had, I would've seen his car.  
 
And Scully's.  
 
I slam the door shut, completely stunned. They are both here? I 
hadn't expected that so I didn't look for Scully's clothes when I 
went to her bedroom. I mean, she had told me last Saturday 
that she would be too busy to meet either one of us this week. 
That's also why I didn't call her today after Mulder's tantrum. I'm 
completely stunned. And where the hell could they be? I've 
searched the entire house, and nobody is here. I don't think they 
went out because they surely would've taken one of their cars 
but they are both parked in the garage. So, now what, 
Sherlock? Suddenly, it dawns on me, and I have to swallow 
convulsively.  
 
The basement.  
 
The playroom.  
 
Oh no, I can't go down there! Though I guess I should let them 
know I'm here. Or shouldn't I? On the other hand, if they 
actually did meet to play here - which I seriously doubt because, 
as I said before, Mulder and I were supposed to hang out here 
today, and Scully is too busy - then I can't just waltz in there and 
disturb them. Maybe I should just up and leave. Then again, I 
just have to make sure that they are really here. I mean, who 
knows what has happened? Maybe Mulder came here for the 
same reasons I did, and somehow he was kidnapped!  
 
Duh, idiot, why would Scully be here then, huh?  
 
Well, *she* could've been kidnapped, too!  
 
Right. That sounds perfectly reasonable. Why don't we just walk 
downstairs and have a look, shall we?  
 
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I slowly walk to the 
stairs and take one step at a time. When I'm almost at the 
bottom I see a sliver of light - somebody is definitely in the 
playroom. I'm surprised that the door isn't closed; after all, 
Scully said it's soundproof. So, maybe it's not *them* down 
there but someone else...  
 
Right, stupid.  
 
I shake my head, wondering since when I've become weirder 
than Mulder, and cautiously walk up to the door to peek inside.  
 
It's them, alright. The room is lit by dozens of candles, casting 
an eerie glow on the whole scene. The door is still pretty much 
in the shadows though so they won't be able to see me standing 
here, thank goodness. Now I also know why they haven't 
closed the door - you wouldn't believe the heat coming from 
inside! Those candles keep the playroom at a very comfy 
temperature! Who would've guessed. I'm just surprised that they 
take the risk of being heard - I mean, Scully told me that Mulder 
does scream pretty loud during a scene so...  
 
Speaking of Scully, I'm also surprised by the way she's 
dressed. Sweatpants and tee shirt. Hmm. Not very 'scene-ish' 
but then again, I have no idea what I really expected. Come to 
think of it, it's probably just as well that she wears comfortable 
clothes. I mean, she's gonna be exhausted and sweaty after the 
scene, cracking her whip so to speak, so it's logical that she 
would prefer her current outfit to fancy yet uncomfortable 
scene clothes.  
 
Ohmygod, what the hell am I thinking???  
 
And oh dear lord, look at Mulder...! My mouth hangs open and I 
slide down the wall with a dull thud when I get my first real 
glimpse of the man who made today a living hell for me. He's 
naked. Completely. And in bondage. My cock twitches slightly, 
and my throat is suddenly dry. I've seen pictures of this kind of 
stuff on the internet while I was doing research on my newly 
acquired kink...this is called Japanese bondage, I think. I'm sure 
this particular technique had a special name as well but I can't 
remember it right now. Actually, looking at the man only a few 
feet away from me, I can hardly remember my own name!  
 
Scully has used a white rope which clearly stands out on 
Mulder's tanned skin. I can only see his back but judging from 
the intricate, diamond shaped loops and decorative knots on his 
back I can imagine how his front looks like. It's a work of art, 
period. The rope disappears between his butt cheeks, forcing 
them apart, presumably wrapping itself around his cock and 
balls in the front. I just bet that Scully has made sure that a big 
knot is nudging Mulder's tight little hole. I've read on the net that 
this is supposed to be both incredibly stimulating and 
uncomfortable at the same time. Hmm, whatever. I'm surprised 
that Scully didn't use the rope on his legs or arms though.  
 
Ohmygod, what the hell am I thinking???  
 
Okay, I can see cuffs on Mulder's wrists and ankles. Maybe 
that's because she didn't use that rope. Though I'm sure it 
would've made a magnificent picture, his golden skin entirely 
wrapped up in that white rope...  
 
Goddammit, Walter, stop that! I can't believe I'm sitting here 
watching this! First of all, I'm scared to pieces of the whole 
heavy BDSM stuff and I'm sure that they are about to really 
play, and second of all, I'm a freaking voyeur! Geez, this is 
something incredibly personal and intimate, and I'm lurking 
here, watching the scene unfold! Okay, so they have invited me 
to join and watch on one occasion, but somehow I think this is 
different. This is between them, not us. I should be going. I 
really should. After all, I just wanted to make sure that it's really 
them down here. I've made sure. It's them. So now I can leave.  
 
Of course I'm staying.  
 
I can't help it, I'm sorry. It's like a car accident. You don't wanna 
look but your eyes are drawn to it. With the difference that this 
here is just incredibly erotic and sexy. I think. I mean, they 
haven't really done anything up till now. God, what am I doing 
here?  
 
Scully is talking to Mulder in hushed tones. There's also soft 
music playing in the background, something soothing, 
instrumental stuff. I can't hear what she's saying but Mulder 
seems to listen avidly. They are so focused on each other that I 
could probably jump into the room and start singing the national 
anthem and they wouldn't even notice. Which is a good thing, 
really. I'm not sure I want them to find me watching them.  
 
Now Scully is chaining Mulder's ankle cuffs to two rings in the 
floor, about three feet apart. Then she does the same with the 
wrist cuffs, using some kind of pulley system. I think it's the 
same one she used on me when she chained me to that 
spreader bar but I'm not sure. Anyway, Mulder is now 
effectively chained up, in a spread-eagled position. Why didn't 
she just use the whipping post? It looks like an X!  
 
Ohmygod, here we go again! I'm really starting to scare me! 
Maybe this is all just a really weird dream...  
 
She walks over to a small table to grab something, and Mulder's 
head turns to watch her. Ah, ball gag. Well, that explains the 
slightly opened door. He won't make too much noise with that 
thing in his mouth! He just stares at Scully, totally focused on 
her, drinking in each word she whispers. I still can't hear what 
she says but it seems to calm him enough because he nods 
once and takes a deep breath. Scully now has something in her 
hand. Something that looks awfully like...a flogger?  
 
Hmm, could be the suede flogger she used on me but I'm not 
sure. It's too dark to clearly see what it's made of. Somehow I 
remember this suede flogger being very soft so I don't think she 
would use it to inflict any pain. Then again, she also showed me 
that you can use a stupid paddle to deliver a punishment *and* 
an erotic spanking so I don't know what the hell she's capable of 
doing with that thing. Whatever it is.  
 
Well, she makes him jump! Okay, I gotta admit, I would 
probably jerk in my bonds as well when someone flogged my 
back which incidentally was covered with a bondage rope! That 
can't be healthy, can it? Yikes! I flinch everytime the flogger 
connects with Mulder's back, and after several long minutes I 
hear him moan softly. Scully flogs him from his shoulders down 
to his knees, and I think I can see his skin slowly turning a rather 
vivid shade of red. She alternates between fast and slow, strong 
and soft blows, always making sure that he doesn't know where 
she strikes next. I can only think of one thing: Ouch!  
 
When she walks around Mulder and uses the flogger on his 
chest for the first time I understand why he's standing in the 
middle of the room and not tied to the whipping post. Perfect 
access to every part of his body. Mulder flinches sharply when 
the flogger lands on the upper part of his chest, on his nipples, I 
guess. Hmm, I know they are sensitive but I still think that he's 
overreacting a little. Except, of course, if he's wearing clamps! I 
blanch. Oh dear, Scully wouldn't do that, would she? Judging 
from Mulder's violent jerking and groaning I think she would. 
Major Ouch! She works her way down his chest and abdomen, 
over his groin, down his legs.  
 
Mulder is sweating and breathing hard now, hanging in his 
bonds. He actually seems to sigh in relief when Scully drops the 
flogger. Until he sees that she has picked up something else. He 
tries to jerk away from her, shaking his head frantically. She 
grabs his chin to lock eyes with him, talks to him for a few 
seconds, and he takes another deep breath before he nods his 
head once. Satisfied, she walks to his back, and I can see that 
she's holding something like a stick or a rod or something in her 
hand. Oh no, is that a cane?  
 
I manage to slap my hands over my mouth to stifle a yell when I 
see the first angry welt on Mulder's butt. I can actually hear the 
swishing noise this thing makes when it cuts through the air 
before connecting with Mulder's flesh. There are three more 
welts all delivered hard and fast, creating two perfect "X" on 
each butt cheek. I'm glad my hands are still over my mouth 
because I now have that sudden urge to giggle hysterically.  
 
Mulder visibly sags in his chains, and I can see some of the 
tension disappear - as if it just pearled off his body. Good boy. I 
guess he has called Scully during the day telling her he needed 
her desperately, and she somehow made the time for him. 
That's sweet. I'm glad he has someone to fall back on. I wish it 
were me but I know I could never be the one he turns to.  
 
I have to admit that I'm ashamed of myself. I invaded their 
privacy, and that has to stop. I'm about to get up when I see 
Scully grabbing a mean looking knife from the table. Actually, it 
looks more like a dagger. What the hell is she doing with that 
thing???  
 
Maybe it would be better if I stayed just a little longer. Just in 
case Mulder needs my help, or something. I can see him jerking 
backwards when Scully approaches him, holding that dagger in 
front of his face. He shakes his head frantically but she locks 
eyes with him until he visibly accepts his fate. Scully gives him 
a quick peck as reward before she starts to use the knife to 
caress his chest. The poor bastard has to hold completely still or 
he will be cut! My hand is already on the knob to push the door 
completely open when Scully slowly walks around Mulder's 
body, dragging the knife across his side to the back. She 
teasingly runs it down his spine, right along the knotted rope, 
talking to him soothingly. The dagger stops at the small of his 
back before it travels back up to his neck. Then Scully uses the 
tip of that knife to tease the x-shaped welts on Mulder's butt. I 
can see the cheeks' muscles twitch and tremble but there 
doesn't seem to be any blood. Thank god! I mean, Scully's a 
doctor so he'd be in good hands and all but I'm not sure that I 
would be able to not intervene. I don't care how consensual their 
heavy games are but I draw the line when blood is involved.  
 
Scully seems to be very skilled though because she suddenly 
uses a flick of her wrist to cut through a length of rope, causing 
a chain reaction of sorts. After two more well-placed cuts the 
entire rope is lying on the floor. Mulder's back is still red from 
the flogging but now I can also see white lines where the rope 
has been. Incredibly erotic sight, that.  
 
I see Scully walking to his front again, fumbling on his chest a 
little before diving in to presumably suck on his nipples. He 
writhes a little, probably experiencing sensory overload, so 
Scully stops, grinning widely, and goes to the table to drop 
whatever she has removed from his chest. Nipple clamps! Ha, 
I'm getting better everytime! See, told ya she was using clamps 
on him!  
 
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm proud of correctly guessing 
what kind of torture device was used on another man's body? 
Jesus!  
 
She approaches Mulder's welted butt and caresses the red skin 
lovingly before removing something else - a huge butt plug! And 
I mean *huge* - how did this monster fit in there, anyway? Both 
Mulder and I are pretty big - we're not necessarily hung like 
horses but we're not small either - but this plug looks bigger than 
both our dicks! He doesn't seem to mind though; actually, I think 
he looks a bit disappointed that Scully removed the thing. Hmm.  
 
Next she unbuckles the cuffs, leaving them dangling from their 
rings. Scully quickly rubs Mulder's wrists, kissing each inside, 
before she reaches up to remove the ball gag, giving him a kiss 
on the lips.  
 
Oops, does that mean they're finished here? Better get outta 
Dodge, I tell myself, one foot on the first step again before I see 
that Scully guides Mulder to the massage table, telling him to lie 
down. He complies cautiously, probably making sure that his 
flogged front - and especially his nipples - don't hurt too much. 
Oh, she's probably going to give him an erotic massage now, 
using some cooling gel or something. I love watching erotic 
massages! Okay, so I'll stay a little longer. But only another 
minute or so. Really!  
 
Hmm, that's weird. Scully grabs a small paint brush from that 
small table where all those torture devices are lined up, and 
approaches Mulder. He seems pretty much out of it - I can see 
his eyes are closed, and he actually wears a very small smile 
on his exhausted face. When Scully begins to lightly brush his 
back he jumps - more from surprise than pain, I guess - and 
wiggles slightly. Scully softly admonishes him before she 
continues her explorations down his back, over his sensitive 
butt, along his right leg. When she uses the brush on the sole of 
his right foot he wiggles again. Geez, if I were in Mulder's place 
I would've jumped off that massage table! I'm so glad neither 
one of them has found out just how ticklish I am down there! 
Mulder takes a deep breath and stops wiggling; he doesn't even 
react when Scully teases his left foot. She works her way up 
the left leg, over the butt, across the back to his neck. There, 
she bends low and whispers something in his ear, making sure 
that he nods his understanding before she turns to that table 
again and picks up a small bowl that has been heated over a 
candle the whole time. Hmm.  
 
Sure as hell isn't cooling gel! Scully dunks the brush into the 
bowl's liquid and uses it to paint a straight line down Mulder's 
spine. Even though he was warned he still jerks slightly. Scully 
dunks the brush into that stuff again to finish the line. I stand up 
straight to get a better look at the milky-white substance, 
realizing with a start that it is wax! I've read about this on the 
internet, and I always wanted to ask Scully about this but never 
got around to do so. Apparently, when you mix a certain kind of 
candle wax with...damn, what was it? Water? Oil? I don't 
remember. My higher brain functions have shut down about 
half an hour ago anyway. All I remember is that you mix 
something with something else and you get molten wax that 
stays liquid for some time so you can use it as paint, for 
example. It's also not as hot as the normal wax that you would 
get from directly using a candle so it's easier for the sub to 
accept it on his body. Huh, who'd've guessed Scully knew that? 
Then again, if *I* found this info on the net why shouldn't *she*, 
stupid? I mentally smack myself.  
 
By the time I've gotten over the initial shock Scully has already 
finished most of her work: she's using the white lines the rope 
left during the flogging, in effect re-painting the bondage. It 
looks incredible! The white lines in stark contrast to the 
reddened skin - absolutely erotic sight, that! Mulder seems to be 
totally blissed-out; I can hear him moan all across the room 
even with the soft music playing.  
 
Scully finishes up and stands back, admiring her work like a 
painter would look at his canvas to make sure that he didn't 
miss a small detail. She cocks her head, thinking hard, before 
she dunks the brush into the wax again. I frown. After all, there 
isn't anything else for her to-  
 
Oh no!  
 
She covers the X on Mulder's left butt cheek with wax. He 
jerks, clearly startled, and lifts his head to glare at her. That 
musta hurt! Scully merely locks eyes with him and forces him 
into submission before she repeats the whole thing on his right 
butt cheek. Mulder flinches again but keeps his head on his 
crossed arms and his eyes closed.  
 
Damn, he looks absolutely beautiful like this! I wish I could take 
a photo! I really do!  
 
Oh yeah, and what would you do with it, idiot? Put it in a frame 
and hang it on the wall in your office?  
 
Scully walks to Mulder's head, whispering into his ear. He just 
nods slowly, clearly on an endorphin high. Somehow, he looks 
incredibly centered and calm. I'm happy for him. That was 
obviously what he needed after what happened today, though I 
have to admit that it also pains me to see how much these two 
are a team, and I'm literally standing on the outside looking in. I'll 
never belong to them the way they belong to each other. 
Somehow I've known this all along but I tried to ignore this 
knowledge, tried to tell myself that after a while I would be able 
to fit right in. No more 'two plus one' but only a 'three' to define 
us. And I hoped that we had passed that point. I was always 
scared that no matter how much they liked me and tried to 
include me, I would always be the odd man out. And this whole 
scene proved that quite nicely. Here, alone, they were a team, 
there was no 'two plus one' - hell, there wasn't even a 'two'! All I 
saw was a big 'one' - these two are so much an item that I don't 
know where one ends and the other begins. It has always been 
like that; first professionally, and now also personally. I'm not 
sure that they would ever be able to change this; to change 
themselves enough to allow me in, no matter how much they 
really want to. It was nice while it lasted but I'm not sure that I 
can continue like this.  
 
They spend a few minutes talking to each other in hushed 
tones, Mulder mostly just nodding with his eyes still closed and a 
happy smile on his lips, and I'm about to turn around to leave. 
Again. There's just no reason to stick around. Hell, there wasn't 
a reason to come here and watch in the first place, except for 
the incredibly erotic sight that lured me to stay. Realizing that 
they might be better off without me, all I can do now is to quietly 
leave my place in the shadows.  
 
Then I see Scully picking up that dagger thing again, and I stop 
dead in my tracks. It's just a personal thing but I really hate 
knives, and I have to make sure that she won't hurt Mulder. 
Which, I know, is silly because she would never hurt him. Well, 
you know what I mean.  
 
I watch, totally fascinated, how Scully uses that dagger to 
skillfully - and quite erotically, if I may say so - remove the 
hardened wax from Mulder's back. There is not a single nick in 
that beautiful, tanned skin of his. She uses the tip of that mean 
looking blade to tease him occasionally, leaving a trail of goose 
bumps in its wake. When the back is done she zeroes in on the 
butt, being extra careful not to harm him in any way. Mulder 
keeps still throughout the process, actually pushing the butt into 
the air a little to give her better access.  
 
When she is finished, Scully uses the tip of the dagger to slowly 
tease her way down one leg and up the other, mimicking what 
she has done with the brush earlier. I stand here with my mouth 
hanging open. I have never, ever, in my entire life, seen 
anything more erotic than this! It's incredible, it's breath-taking, 
it's stunning. And from the looks of it, Mulder seems to agree 
with me.  
 
Scully drops the dagger on the table, taps Mulder's hip, and 
orders, loud enough so that I can actually understand what 
they're saying for the first time, "Okay, Schmolly, on your 
knees." When Mulder obeys, a little wobbly I might add, her 
hand disappears under his body, somewhere near his groin. 
"Let's take care of this little problem," she comments, smiling 
tenderly, but Mulder's hand shoots out to grab her wrist and 
yank it away.  
 
"No," he says forcefully. "Don't take off the cock ring. I don't 
want to come yet. I want to make love to you."  
 
Even though I can only see Scully's back I'm positive she's 
tearing up. She walks up to his head, using her free hand to 
comb through his sweat-soaked hair, and kisses his temple 
gently. "Okay," is all she replies.  
 
I'm stunned. So, this obviously wasn't a real scene they were 
playing, right? I mean, in a scene Mulder couldn't just have said 
"no" - and Scully wouldn't have just dropped the entire D/s act. 
Right? I'm confused. Their relationship is so multi-layered that 
I'm not really able to follow the whole thing. So, what I watched 
wasn't a game they played. Okay. I can understand that. 
Mulder called Scully asking for help so they met here to 
do...what exactly if not playing? So, this was one of those 
"cleansing" sessions? I remember Mulder telling me once that 
Scully was his "demon slayer" - now I understand what he 
meant. From the looks of it, he is the old Mulder, the one I love 
and respect and admire. Not the irritating asshole that made my 
life a living hell today. That's good. That's great. I'm okay with 
that.  
 
While I still try to wrap my mind around all the new information, 
a thought penetrates my musings. They will make love now. 
And very probably not down here. I peek inside and see that 
Scully is turning off the CD player and Mulder is blowing out the 
candles. Definitely not down here! Which means that they will 
leave the playroom. Through the door that you're crouching 
behind, Walter, old friend! Wouldn't hurt to finally get a move on, 
dontcha think?  
 
Realizing that I have to get away fast, I stumble up the stairs 
hoping they don't hear me. I just have to get dressed again, grab 
the rest of my stuff, and should be able to leave the house 
before they even walk out of the playroom. After all, Scully 
always tells me that you have to take care of the 'toys' so I'm 
sure that they'll be busy for a few more minutes. Enough time 
for me to get lost. I really don't want them to find out that I've 
been here all along. That would be horribly embarrassing. What 
I did was unforgiveable - I basically spied on them, watched 
something completely personal. I don't know if I have the guts 
to ever tell them what I did but even if I do, it sure as hell won't 
be right here, right now! They needed each other, especially 
Mulder, and I was able to see that I would only be in the way. 
No, I need some time to digest all of this. No way in hell will they 
find me here!  
 
I throw the duffel bag over my shoulder, my extra suit over my 
arm, grab my shoes (less noise when walking around in socks!) 
and am just about to open the door to the hallway when I hear 
Mulder and Scully ascend the stairs. Damn! Double damn! 
They could never have cleaned the whole playroom in that 
short amount of time! Oh God, what am I supposed to do now? 
What will happen if Mulder opens the door to our bedroom to 
find a dishevelled boss wearing a crumpled suit standing there? 
Please just let them go to the master bedroom. Please just 
ignore the other bedroom. There's nothing you need in here, 
really! Just go ahead and have wild sex, preferably very loud, 
so I can sneak out of here!  
 
Sometimes I'm thankful for small favors because they do 
indeed enter the master bedroom. I'm so relieved that I sit down 
quite heavily on my own bed, sighing. Then I realize - the 
connecting door is still slightly open! My eyes grow huge, and I 
swallow nervously. What if they walk up to close the door and 
see me? What if they get suspicious because the door was 
closed when they left the second floor? What if-  
 
From the sound of it they are pre-occupied with something 
more important. I can hear soft moans and whispers, languid 
kissing, skin rubbing against skin.  
 
Okay, so they're gonna be busy next door now but it seems to 
me that there won't be some wild and frantic sex session - it 
sounds like slow love making that is about to take place. 
Definitely not loud enough for me to sneak out without being 
noticed. Damn! Now I'm actually stuck here, forced to listen to 
them. Maybe I really should just walk inside and tell them that 
they aren't alone. Heck, I could even pretend to have just 
woken up because of their lovemaking, not knowing what had 
happened in the playroom earlier. All I have to do is undress 
down to my boxers again...  
 
Ah, who am I kidding? I wouldn't be able to do that. Playing the 
innocent, all huge eyes, going, "what are *you* guys doing 
here?" I don't think so. No, I have to get out of here. I sure as 
hell can't stay without telling them I'm here because I would've 
heard them make love. And besides, I would've seen Mulder's 
clothes so I would've known I wasn't alone. No, definitely leave 
the house. That's the only way.  
 
Once they actually are loud enough for me to sneak out! Jesus, 
what are they doing there, anyway? I can't help myself and 
slowly walk up to the slightly open door, peeking into the dark 
master bedroom. Mulder on top of Scully, propped up on his 
elbows - probably because his back hurts too much to lie down 
comfortably because he would be doing that otherwise since I 
know that Scully loves riding her men - and they just stare at 
each other. Their eyes locked, occasionally kissing, 
continuously caressing and stroking faces, arms, his back, her 
sides. Mulder dives down to suckle her nipples, causing Scully 
to arch into his touch, moaning his name. 'Fox,' not 'Schmolly.' 
They are so focused on each other, staring intently into each 
other's eyes, it just proves my whole point: They are an item. 
They are one. I don't belong here. They were nice enough and 
generous enough to invite me in but I've never seen either one 
of them look at me the same way they look at each other. Not 
even by a long shot. It breaks my heart to realize this but I have 
to face the truth: Three's a crowd. They would never admit it so 
it'll have to be me that draws the line. I don't want to lose them 
as friends but it's obvious that Mulder needs his Scully, and with 
me in the equation she would have to spend too much time 
focusing on me. No, I don't mind hanging out with them as 
friends but this entire threesome thing just doesn't work.  
 
Deep down a little voice keeps telling me that I'm over-reacting 
and that I'm just looking for the easy way out of something that 
is still so new and, well, kinky that I'm scared of it, when I hear 
Mulder whisper, "You know, Red, this is exactly what I needed. 
Just the two of us. I miss this. I miss *you.* Thanks for being 
here for me." There's a sudden lump in my throat, and my 
eyesight gets blurry.  
 
Well, my little voice instantly shuts up, realizing that *I* was right 
all along. Even more so, it's not only the fact that *I* think they 
are better off without me, they just basically said so themselves! 
I hoped they would spend their time with me because they 
wanted to, but they must have realized down there in that 
playroom that they really *are* happier without me. Just the two 
of them, without a stupid newbie to look after all the time, being 
like a well-oiled engine again - they missed this. And they want it 
again.  
 
I stare at the two bodies in the other room; Mulder has just 
entered Scully and sets a slow rhythm. She writhes in ecstasy, 
capturing his mouth - those wonderful lips that I love so much - 
in a long and demanding kiss before she replies breathlessly, 
"Anytime for you, Fox, and you know it. I'm sorry I neglected 
you lately. I promise it won't happen again." She grabs his head 
and kisses him again before Mulder's head ducks lower to suck 
and gently bite her nipples.  
 
They make such a beautiful picture, just the two of them, that I 
can't stand to watch them anymore. It just hurts too much. 
Dammit, they are so intently focused on each other that they 
don't even realize that they are being watched! A small part of 
my brain screams at me to reprimand them the next time they 
are in my office for being so reckless, and that thought almost 
makes me giggle hysterically. I can just imagine me in full AD 
mode giving them a tongue lashing for not paying enough 
attention to possible dangers. Right. I think I just totally and 
completely lost my mind.  
 
Well, I'm glad I overheard them. I still feel guilty about sneaking 
around here but at least now I know the truth. Somehow I don't 
think they would ever tell me out loud that I should get lost or 
anything; hell, maybe they don't even consciously know that 
they don't want me here! But I think that what I saw and what I 
heard is proof enough - on some level, they want their intimate 
relationship back. Just the two of them. After all, that's what 
they missed, right? They said so themselves! It'll break my 
heart but I love them enough to give them what they truly want - 
I will leave them alone. I just hope that they will make it easy for 
me. Hell, who knows, maybe they will even be relieved once 
they find out that *I* make the first step! Maybe they just don't 
want to hurt me, and therefore don't say anything! In any case, 
my worst fear has come true. What I most want, I can't have.  
 
Even though there's obviously only the two of them in their 
world right now I'm still reluctant to sneak my way out of the 
house. I just want to make sure that they won't find me. So I'm 
staying here, in what used to be Mulder's and my bedroom, 
listening to them making love. This has got to be one of the 
worst situations I've ever been in. I've done a couple of bad 
things in my life, especially when it came to Mulder and Scully, 
but this time it's personal. All the other crap was somehow 
Bureau related. That doesn't excuse some of my actions but it 
still seems less...mean somehow. I don't know how to explain it. 
I just feel like shit.  
 
From the sounds of it, they are close to orgasm, and I look up in 
time to see two bodies frantically jerking in ecstasy. They 
climax simultaneously. Figures. They pant heavily, still kissing 
and fondling each other until Mulder finally rolls away and 
cradles Scully close to his chest. To really make me the butt of 
a cosmic joke they actually whisper "I love you" as one before 
snuggling into the covers.  
 
I wait a good fifteen minutes to make sure that they really are 
asleep before I grab my stuff and stealthily leave the house. 
One thing for sure: Slowly breaking off whatever we have is not 
an option anymore. I've seen just now what they used to have. 
And everytime the three of us were together, something was 
missing. Or, more precisely, there was too much of something, 
namely my person. We all had a lot of fun, don't get me wrong, 
but it's now quite obvious that somehow the connection wasn't 
there. The two people sleeping peacefully in that huge bed 
upstairs, they are made for each other. I'm not. We're not. 
Maybe they even came to the same conclusion after tonight - 
maybe we can all just pretend that the last few weeks never 
happened. I'm sure they would prefer being alone again; and I 
can't really continue to be part of whatever we had. Not after 
what I've seen and heard. I just hope that they will make it easy 
for me. I don't want to have an ugly fight over this.  
 
But no matter what Mulder and Scully think or do, one thing is 
sure: I will never come back to this house again. 
*****
 
It's no big surprise that the meeting lasts longer than expected. 
It's nearly 2 pm when I'm finally able to gather my stuff and 
escape the clutches of the Deputy Director. Damn, I need 
coffee. I need it badly, and I need it now! The stuff that the DD's 
secretary called coffee was nothing more than bitter-tasting 
dishwater, so I'm looking forward to get my ass into my office, 
where good reliable Kim surely has her to-die-for coffee ready 
and waiting for me.  
 
While I walk down the hallway, already dreaming of my first 
*real* cup of coffee, I suddenly remember that yesterday I 
ordered Mulder to report to my office. Damn! I don't think I have 
the inner strength to deal with him today. Double damn! Then 
again, I don't really think that he's actually in my office - or, 
more precisely, the conference room. Wouldn't be very Mulder 
of him to just obey me for once! I smile inwardly, sighing in 
relief. That's good. That's perfect. No Mulder means no dealing 
with Mulder. Then my inner smile fades. No Mulder means 
disobeying Mulder means having to chew out Mulder's butt for 
insubordination. Triple damn! Why can't my life be easy for 
*once*? If Mulder isn't where he's supposed to be I'll have to 
call him and ream him out. So, I would see him. Not good. If 
Mulder's actually where he's supposed to be then he's right next 
door to my office. So, I would see him. Not good. Maybe I could 
still call in sick...  
 
Kim gives me a blinding smile when I enter the outer office, and 
I can't hide my own grin when I see that she's immediately 
getting up to pour me a cup of coffee. Gotta love Kim. I don't 
know what I would do without her.  
 
"Mail and phone messages are on your desk, sir," she begins, 
mentally checking off her list of to-do things. "I've rescheduled 
your one o'clock appointment when the DD's assistant called 
me to say that your meeting would run long. You'll meet AD 
Cassidy tomorrow morning at nine now." I grimace, and she 
gives me an apologetic smile. "I know, I know," she nods. "But 
it's Friday so you can feign a major headache after that meeting 
and go home early." She winks, and I can't stop the belly laugh 
that bubbles up inside of me. "Speaking of major headaches," 
Kim continues. "Agent Mulder reported in at eight-thirty sharp, 
carrying tons of files and his laptop. He was a little surprised 
when he learned you wouldn't be in till after noon, but he's been 
a good boy so far." My eyebrows shoot up. Kim doesn't even 
try to hide her smile. "He took a lunch break and returned about 
twenty minutes ago. I asked him to keep the connecting door to 
the conference room closed so you wouldn't be disturbed during 
your two pm meeting." Kim shoves a thick manila folder under 
my left arm because my hands are already full with the coffee 
cup and my briefcase. "The file for your two pm meeting," she 
clarifies before she opens the door to my office. I nod my 
thanks, she gives me an encouraging smile, and closes the door 
behind me again.  
 
I stand there, in the middle of the room, staring at the closed 
connecting door to the conference room. Mulder. Mulder's 
behind that door. Mulder actually obeyed me. Mulder came 
here this morning to do what I had ordered him to do yesterday. 
Boggles the mind. It also means that I will have to deal with him. 
Last thing I wanted to do today, to be honest. I just don't think I 
could deal with him after what I saw and heard in our house last 
night.  
 
Sighing, I sit down behind my desk. Coffee. First things first, I 
tell myself, and gulp down the best coffee I've ever had. Kim is 
a genius. I could kill for this coffee.  
 
Maybe I should go and say hi to Mulder or something. I mean, I 
don't want to hide or anything...  
 
Yeah, right. Pull the other one, Walt, old boy. There's no way 
around it - I will have to confront the man sometime today!  
 
I bury my head in my hands and groan. My life sucks. Being 
me sucks. Somebody shoot me!  
 
My self pity is short lived because my two pm meeting arrives, 
and I spend nearly one hour discussing a case with Agents 
Harris and White. They are good agents, really, but they are 
so...tedious. It takes all of my willpower to not fall asleep right on 
top of my desk. I need more coffee! Not getting any sleep last 
night doesn't really help me to stay awake right now. When I 
finally got home sometime around midnight I spent a rather 
sleepless night in my bed - which seemed too big and too cold 
to begin with - so when I got up in the wee hours because I had 
to be at HQ at seven I was a walking yawn. I'm not sure that I 
can actually get through many more days like this. I used to get 
by on three hours of sleep and tons of coffee for years but I'm 
not getting any younger. Also, obsessing about Mulder and 
Scully and what they said last night is *not* helping me in the 
least. It's the only thing on my mind right now, no matter how 
hard I try to concentrate on my work, and I'm just glad that the 
Deputy Director was just as tired as I was this morning, or he 
would've grown suspicious of my mind constantly wandering...  
 
See, here we go again! Agent Harris looks at me expectantly, 
and I have no idea why. Hmm. Tactics, Walter. I raise my 
eyebrow the way I learned to do when I try to intimidate 
subordinates, and throw in a little scowl for good measure. 
"Well, if you think that the evidence is *not* enough to nail our 
suspect we'll just keep digging, sir," he says, almost quaking in 
his boots.  
 
Oops. So he probably asked me what I thought of their findings. 
Huh, go figure. Since I haven't really paid that much attention to 
the case, or their file, I merely nod. Better safe than sorry. "We 
might have enough to drag that bastard to court, gentlemen," I 
say, shrugging. "But it's probably better to keep looking. Maybe 
you find something even more useful." Both agents nod 
eagerly. I guess it was the right thing to say, so I merely nod in 
return and cock my head to the door. "Thanks for the update, 
agents. Good work. Dismissed." They beam happily, clearly 
basking in the compliment they received, and walk out of my 
office.  
 
I throw my glasses down before I bang my head on the desk 
with a hearty thud. Damn, I can't keep going on like this. It's 
only been one day and I'm already screwing up at work. I have 
to concentrate. I have to stop thinking about Mulder and Scully. 
I have to-  
 
My head jerks up when I hear someone knocking at the door. I 
look at the connecting door to the outer office, expecting Kim to 
come in, but nothing happens. Hmm, that is weird. She doesn't 
usually wait till I say "come in." She knows when she's allowed 
to disturb me but she's polite enough to knock before she 
enters. And there's nobody else on the agenda today, and 
besides, she would've announced any new visitor through the 
intercom... I frown, wondering just how long I've been banging 
my head on the desk...maybe I've damaged the goods up 
there...  
 
"Sir?"  
 
I almost jump out of my chair, and my head whips around to the 
other side of the room. There's a dark head poking through the 
slightly opened connecting door to the conference room. 
"Jesus, Mulder, you nearly gave me a heart attack," I whisper, 
pressing my hand on my chest in a futile attempt to keep my 
heart from leaping out of my ribcage.  
 
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want to startle you. That's why I knocked." 
Mulder takes a halfstep into my office, still hugging the door. "I 
was just wondering...um..." He stares at the floor. Oh no. Please 
don't do this to me. I can't deal with you right now, Mulder. I 
need time to prepare for the rejection that is hanging over my 
head! "So, I see your two pm meeting is over," he starts, 
gesturing at the empty seats in front of my desk.  
 
"Um, yeah. They left a couple of minutes ago," I reply, looking 
at the clock on my wall. My eyes widen in surprise when I 
realize that it's been almost half an hour since they left. Have I 
seriously been banging my head on my desk for solid thirty 
minutes? God, what the hell is wrong with me?!  
 
"Oh." Mulder shuffles a little. He seems to be just as 
uncomfortable with the whole situation as I am. "So, are you 
busy? Or do you have a couple of minutes, sir?" He looks up, 
all wide eyes. Biting his lower lip. I hate it when he does that. 
Always gives me a hard-on. Bastard. And he's not even doing it 
on purpose. At least I hope so.  
 
"A couple of minutes, Mulder?" Please don't make me deal with 
what happened last night, Mulder. Please. I know you don't 
know that I know but... I blink, suddenly realizing that I'm giving 
myself a major headache. Mulder Migraine. What else is new?  
 
"Yes, sir. But if you don't have the time to take a look at the files 
I'd be happy to just leave them with Kim later on..." Oh, so he's 
talking business! Business is good. Business I can deal with. 
Gotta love that business!  
 
I give him a tight smile and nod. "Oh, by all means, Agent. 
Show me what you've got!" I wince when I see his eyes widen 
slightly. Geez, that sure came out wrong! Mulder tries to hide 
the grin that spreads all over his face and turns around to 
retrieve the files he was talking about. When he enters my 
office he suddenly stops, staring at me.  
 
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I forgot my suit jacket! I'll be just a minute-"  
 
"Never mind, Mulder. We don't stand on ceremony around 
here," I reply tiredly, standing up to lose my own jacket. I sit 
down heavily, rolling up my shirt sleeves. There, that's way 
better. Now we look like twins. Well, except that he's got a full 
head of hair. And an existing love life.  
 
Stop it, Walter! I shake myself mentally before I hold out my 
hand for the files.  
 
"Here are the overdue reports," Mulder begins, handing over 
five folders. "They were almost done anyway so I just had to 
finish them and polish them a little." He gives me a little smile, 
and despite myself I have to chuckle. We both know just what 
this 'polishing' business means - try to smooth out the wildest 
theories. Well, it's nice to see that he's finally learning.  
 
I open the top file and flick through the report. Looks good. Just 
when I'm about to open the second file, Mulder holds a few 
other folders in front of my face. "Three missing expense 
reports," he says in way of explanation, wincing slightly. Oh 
yeah, I know just how much he enjoys working on *those*! 
"Scully has already filed the other two," he adds, pointing at the 
five case reports. "So now the files are complete."  
 
Okay, I have to admit that I'm stunned. He's been a busy little 
agent today, doing exactly what he was told to do. I nod my 
appreciation, realizing that the session Mulder and Scully had 
last night, is probably responsible for his eagerness and 
willingness. Damn! Mulder and Scully again. I really gotta stop 
that.  
 
"I'm working on one last report right now. I hadn't even started it 
so it takes me a bit longer but I should have it finished later 
today," Mulder starts again. "Oh, and then there's that, um, case 
report on, um, you know..." He blushes a little and stares at his 
feet. "Well, what happened a few days ago," he mumbles.  
 
"I think a written statement on how your service weapon 
happened to get lost will suffice, Agent," I reply. Mulder's head 
snaps up, his eyes wide in surprise.  
 
"Really?" he asks, a blinding smile breaking out on his face. 
God, how I miss that smile!  
 
"Of course," I nod, staring at the folders on my desk to keep me 
from basking in that smile of his. "After all, it wasn't a case. I 
didn't see a 302, and I sure as hell didn't sign one, so..." I shrug.  
 
"Thank you, sir." I'm surprised by the sincerity in his voice so I 
look up. Mulder looks so relieved and happy it's tangible.  
 
"Think nothing of it, Agent." I give a dismissive wave with my 
hand. There's a long moment of silence between us, and I begin 
to sweat. "So, is there anything else, Mulder?" Oh, please say 
no. It's torture to see you so close. I need time to get over 
everything.  
 
"Actually, yes, there is, sir." Damn! I close my eyes for a 
moment, collecting myself. Then I give Mulder a curt nod, 
signaling him to continue. "I would like to apologize for my 
behavior yesterday. I was way out of line. There was no reason 
to lose it like this. I'm sorry, sir. I really am. I could understand if 
you decide to take action, and I'm willing to accept anything you 
deem appropriate as punishment."  
 
My mouth hangs open. Mulder just keeps looking at me calmly. 
Though I can see in his eyes that he's nervous as hell. Well, he 
was the poster boy of good behavior today, and he 
apologized...and besides, I just want him out of my office, so I 
nod. "Apology accepted, Mulder. We all have a bad day every 
once in a while. Just don't try for a repeat performance, please."  
 
There's that blinding smile again, and I groan inwardly. Doesn't 
he know that he's slowly killing me with that smile? "Thank you, 
sir! I promise to never do anything like this, ever again!"  
 
"Well, don't push it, Mulder," I reply dryly, teasing him. Then I 
realize just what I'm doing, and I instantly stop. I mean, I can't 
go on treating him the way he's used to now, not after what 
happened yesterday. On the other hand, Mulder doesn't know 
that I've seen and heard him last night, so I should behave 
normally again - after all, he's apologized to me, his boss. I'm 
not sure I actually *can* behave normally, though. "So, anything 
else, Agent?" Yes, that's good. Keep it impersonal. We're in the 
office. This is business.  
 
"Um, no, sir." Mulder looks at me hesitantly, obviously profiling 
away at warp speed. Yeah, I know I'm acting weird, Mulder, 
you don't need to be a rocket scientist to find that out. Or a 
psychologist. Or whatever.  
 
He turns around to walk back to the conference room, and I 
sigh inwardly. Well, that hadn't been too hard, I think. I might as 
well survive this. Damn, he stops. "Anything else, Agent?" I ask 
him again, this time sounding a little more impatient. Please 
don't get me wrong, Mulder, it's nothing personal, but I really 
can't be in the same room with you right now.  
 
"Um, no, sir. I was just thinking..." Dear lord!  
 
"Yes, Agent?"  
 
Mulder calmly locks eyes with me before he softly asks, "Does 
Walter have a minute for Fox?" Oh, goddammit!  
 
That totally stuns me, and all I can manage is a very 
undignified, "ungh." He takes that as a "yes" and purposefully 
comes back. However, he walks around my desk to come to a 
stop right next to my chair. I swivel around to face him and lean 
backwards, somewhat out of my depth all of a sudden. Mulder 
towers over me for a second before he crouches down in front 
of me. Damn, he treats me like a frightened child, placing his 
hand on my knee soothingly. Locking eyes with me once again, 
he says, "I would like to apologize for what happened yesterday, 
Walter."  
 
"You already did."  
 
"Yes, but not on a personal level. Look, Walter, I was out of line 
as a subordinate, but I was even more out of line as a friend and 
lover. I never should've said I hated you. Because I don't, you 
know. Quite the opposite, in fact." I flinch visibly, and his face 
falls. "I'm really sorry," he repeats, mumbling towards the floor. I 
just keep sitting in my chair, not moving a muscle. He 
misinterprets that, clearly thinking that I haven't forgiven him. 
Nothing could be further from the truth. I knew that he never 
meant to hurt me when he threw that tantrum in my office. But I 
just don't think that it's a good idea to keep pretending that 
everything's perfect between us. We both know that the whole 
threesome thing isn't working out. I just wish he would leave me 
alone right now so I can wallow in self-pity. It's not his fault. It's 
mine.  
 
"It's okay. Really. Nothing to apologize for." He's not reacting, 
so I slowly reach out and touch the side of his face. "I mean it," I 
repeat.  
 
Mulder sighs, clearly relieved, and gives me another of those 
killer smiles. "Great," he says, straightening up. "I was really 
worried, you know." He gives me a long look, cocking his head. 
"I'm also sorry for screwing up last night," he continues, and my 
head jerks up to face him. What the hell does he know about 
last night? Damn, don't tell me I wasn't quiet enough! Please 
don't tell me they know that I was there! Mulder raises both 
eyebrows, clearly taken by surprise by my reaction. "I was 
really looking forward to our boys' night out yesterday, Walter. 
Sorry 'bout screwing that up. I hope you'll give me a rain 
check?" He looks at me with those big, expressive eyes, full of 
hope. Oh, dammit. There's nothing I wouldn't like to do more - 
but think about it. Can I really spend some time with him, just 
hanging out? After what happened? I know that stupid phrase of 
'let's stay friends' - it's the biggest lie in modern history. I'm not 
sure I could just 'hang out' with him, knowing that he and Scully 
were still an item, happy in their twosome because our 
threesome so obviously didn't work out. I sigh.  
 
"Sure, Mulder. Why not?" I give him a tight smile, and that 
bastard beams at me again.  
 
"Great! So, you're gonna come tomorrow?" I blink at him. "You 
know. Our weekend together?"  
 
Okay, I admit, now I'm lost. I thought that it was pretty clear that 
both Mulder and Scully realized that they were happier without 
me. I had hoped that they would just try to kinda forget that I 
was ever part of that equation so we could ignore the last few 
weeks as something that has never happened. It's beyond me 
why Mulder would want me to join them. Well, maybe he wants 
to gloat or something though that just wouldn't be him. "Uh, I 
dunno. I'm so busy..." I begin but Mulder cuts me off.  
 
"Don't give me that shit, Walter, we've planned this for weeks! 
We've all been looking forward to this! Finally the three of us 
again! Don't you dare back out now!" He looks angry and 
agitated. This really stuns me. It's as if Mulder actually wanted 
me there this weekend. But why?  
 
"I can't promise anything but I'll try," I offer, smiling reassuringly. 
There. That should do it. No way in hell am I going to spend the 
weekend with them, letting them rip my heart out little by little. 
Not that they would do that on purpose but we all know that the 
whole thing just isn't working out. We need to stop, and we need 
to do it now. I had hoped to just forget the whole thing but 
apparently we have to talk about it first. Well, that's fine by me 
but I need some time before I'm able to face their rejection.  
 
Mulder doesn't seem to be too happy with my reply but he nods 
slowly. "Okay," he says. "I'll hand in the last report tonight. Do 
you want me to come back here tomorrow?"  
 
"Nah, that won't be necessary." Oh, dear lord, please don't hang 
around my office all day tomorrow! I won't be able to get 
*anything* done then! Mulder gives me another strange look, 
probably trying to decide whether or not I've lost my mind 
completely now, before he shrugs and walks to the conference 
room, closing the door behind him. 
*****
 
And here I was, thinking that Friday would be easier. Ha. After 
spending two hours 'inofficially' discussing things with Jana 
Cassidy - which, basically, means that she droned on and on 
about me not being able to control my favorite problem child, 
Special Agent Fox W. Mulder - I begin to like Kim's idea of 
going home early due to major headaches. Of course I won't. 
Her coffee helps me feel more human again.  
 
However, reading my emails almost makes me spew the rest of 
my second cup of coffee all over my desk. A private message 
from Scully. All three of us have private email accounts but 
since I never get around to actually spend any amount of time 
at home I download them here, in my office. And there it is. A 
mail. Sender: Enigma. Subject line: Weekend. Damn! I open the 
mail, dreading what I'm about to read. And yup, here we go. 
"Can't wait to see you again. We're gonna have a lot of fun, 
Muffin! Try to get out of the office before midnight! Love, E."  
 
Double damn! What the hell is wrong with them, anyway? First 
Mulder, trying to convince me that he wants me to spend the 
weekend with them, and now Scully? After what happened 
Wednesday? I really don't understand. At first I thought Scully's 
message would basically tell me to not bother to come, but now 
she's looking forward to having fun with me? No. No way. Must 
be some kind of a really perverted joke. I don't want to see 
them again. That would just about tear me to pieces.  
 
Sighing dejectedly, I send her a reply message, thanking her but 
declining. It's just better that way. I really thought they would 
make it easier for me, for all of us, and just ignore me, 
pretending the whole threesome thing never happened. If they 
think that letting me down slowly is better they are sorely 
mistaken. They must think that they feel obliged to spend the 
weekend with me because we had already made those plans 
before they realized they are better off without me. But I'm not 
about to let that happen. No way. Telling them that I don't have 
time is the best solution. That way, they don't feel pressured to 
sacrifice their precious time for me, and I can go on with my life 
without having to endure watching them being happier without 
me.  
 
Of course, Mulder has to butt in. Around noon he suddenly 
stands in front of Kim's desk, flirting with her. If I had known that 
he's lurking out there, I wouldn't have walked out of my office to 
bring Kim a couple of files. My mouth drops open when I see 
Mulder who jumps up from his perching position on Kim's desk, 
a huge smile on his face. "There you are! I was thinking we 
could..." Mulder stops in mid-sentence, realizing that we're 
having an audience.  
 
I blink, momentarily thrown off-balance, before I nod in the 
direction of my office. "Inside, Agent Mulder," I growl, handing 
over the files to Kim, telling her what to do with them. Mulder all 
but skips into my office, humming to himself. Kim gives me a 
sympathetic look, clearly thinking that I'm gonna suffer for the 
next few minutes. She has no idea!  
 
The door firmly closed behind me, I stare at Mulder with 
narrowed eyes. "What can I do for you, Agent?"  
 
Mulder looks at me with huge eyes, clearly taken by surprise by 
my mood. "I thought we could...um, you know...grab lunch or 
something," he stammers. I stare at him in disbelief. Are they 
deliberately trying to torture me? Mulder misinterprets my glare 
and bites his lower lip anxiously. "I'm sorry," he offers softly. "I 
guess you're still angry about what happened with my gun..."  
 
Oh, for chrissakes! "I'm not angry, Mulder. I'm just a very busy 
man. I don't have time to 'grab lunch' and especially not with 
you." His head snaps up, and there's that hurt look in his eyes 
again. Damn. That didn't come out right. "Look, Mulder, what I 
meant was, the two of us never officially eat lunch together. 
Don't you think it would look kind of peculiar if we started doing 
that all of a sudden?"  
 
"Hmm, guess you're right," he mumbles. "Hadn't thought of that. 
Sorry." Dammit, will you stop apologizing for everything! "I'm 
just so happy right now that I wanted to spend some time with 
you, I guess." He shrugs.  
 
"Happy?" I frown.  
 
Mulder blinks, looking at me as if I had just asked him if he 
believed in little green men. Gray men. Whatever. "Well, yeah. I 
mean, we're finally gonna spend the weekend together again. 
All three of us. Aren't *you* happy?"  
 
Shit. "Yeah, I guess," I mutter, unable to look into his eyes. 
"Look, Mulder, I'm still not sure that I can make it. There's really 
just too much work that needs to be done." I point at my desk 
where tons of files are piling up several feet high. We both know 
that I'm lying. Of course I do have a lot of work to do but I 
*could* make it this weekend if I wanted to.  
 
He squares his shoulders, obviously trying to put up a brave 
front. "All right. Sorry I barged in like that. I'll leave you alone 
now. Spending lunch hour with me would only keep you from 
work, and we want you to get it all done asap so you have the 
weekend off, right?" Well, damn. I would've expected some 
stupid sarcastic remark but he just looks at me calmly with 
those big expressive eyes, actually waiting for me to say he's 
right. The man is sincere! God, that breaks my heart. I'm lying 
through my teeth to keep them from hurting me and all *I* am 
doing is hurting Mulder. Walter, you're an asshole.  
 
Mulder walks to the door, squeezing my arm reassuringly when 
he passes me. "Don't work too hard, Muffin," he says softly, a 
small smile tugging at his lips. "You're gonna need your strength 
later on." And with that, he is gone.  
 
Okay, I admit that I must be missing a part of the big picture 
here. Let's recap for a moment. I saw and heard Mulder and 
Scully last Wednesday, and it was obvious that they were 
happier when they were alone, without me. They had realized 
that they wanted to go back to being just the two of them. That's 
okay, I can understand that. What I don't understand is the fact 
that they now act as if everything is perfect. I mean, they don't 
know that I've witnessed their session on Wednesday so they 
apparently think that they have to pretend that they still want 
me. But why? I mean, wouldn't it be easier for everybody if we 
just stopped right here and now? Why drag it all out? They 
clearly must think that they *have* to spend the weekend with 
me because we had already made plans...but that's ridiculous! 
Even more so, both Scully and especially Mulder seem to act 
like they really *wanted* me with them this weekend. But they 
can't! I mean, not after what I've seen and heard last 
Wednesday...  
 
I shake my head, totally confused. Major migraine coming right 
up. No, I'll just refuse to come. There is no rational reason for 
me to go to the house tonight - or any other night, for that matter 
- so that will solve that problem. I'm just imagining things right 
now. I guess deep down I still wish that the whole threesome 
thing would work out so my subconscience tries to make me 
believe that Mulder and Scully want me, and look forward to 
spending the weekend with me. But that can't be, so it's clearly 
just wishful thinking. I'll just have to accept the facts. No more 
thinking of those two. I really have work to do!  
 
Several hours later, my cell phone rings. I almost jump out of 
my chair, my heart pounding in my chest. Damn, why is it 
almost dark outside? I frown and realize that Kim wished me a 
nice weekend a few hours ago. I've been so busy reading 
reports I really lost track of the time. What the hell's that 
annoying noise? Oh yeah. Cell phone. "Skinner."  
 
"What do you think you're doing?"  
 
"Excuse me?"  
 
"Move your gorgeous ass out of your office. Right now!"  
 
"Scully, I..."  
 
"Don't 'Scully' me, mister. I have no idea why you're suddenly 
playing coy but we've planned this weekend a long time ago, 
and you will *not* ruin it by not showing up. So, get a move on!"  
 
Damn that woman! Okay, I was able to act weird when I was 
dealing with Mulder because he immediately thought I was still 
pissed off with his running off without reason and losing his 
service weapon and all, but Scully didn't do anything that might 
give me an excuse to snarl at her so I have to play nice.  
 
What I really don't understand is why they don't use my excuse. 
I mean, they might feel obliged to spend the weekend with me 
but I keep saying I don't have time. That means they're off the 
hook. They should be ecstatic about that. Why keep pushing? I 
sigh. "Look, Scully, I've already emailed you-"  
 
"Yes, I know. You've got a lot of work to do. But it's Friday, 
Walter. Weekend's coming up. Time for R & R. You deserve it." 
I'm still trying to come up with a good reason to get off the hook 
when Scully begins again, this time in a very soothing, calming 
voice, apparently thinking she found the key to my 
nervousness. "Look, Walter. I know it's been a while since we 
were all together. And I also know that the two of us didn't 
spend much time together last Saturday. That's okay. All the 
more reason to have fun again. If you feel uncomfortable about 
us playing that's cool. How about we just hang out tonight. No 
playing, no pressure. Just three friends watching TV and eating 
pizza. When we're all relaxed tomorrow we can start playing, 
and only if you want to. We'll take it one step at a time. What do 
you say?"  
 
Oh, fuck. How am I supposed to say no now? The only reason 
why I don't want to go is because it would probably break my 
heart to see them together. But the way Mulder acted today, 
and the way Scully tries to lure me to the house right now...they 
just sound so *sincere* in what they're saying.  
 
The little voice in the back of my head pipes up again, chanting 
that they want me, that I've been a big, stupid coward, that I've 
been imagining things for the last few days... God, I wish I was. 
But there's a little bit of hope flickering inside of me, and the 
idea of at least seeing them one last time sounds more 
appealing to me by the second.  
 
Before I can answer Scully, however, I've got Mulder on the 
phone. "Listen to me, Betty, I'm going for a run now, and you'd 
better be here when I return! It's been way too long since we 
spent any time snuggling. My thumb misses your butt!" I have to 
smile warmly when I hear that, remembering the few times I 
slept with Mulder in one bed, his thumb up my ass. God, I miss 
this.  
 
I hear a muffled cry of outrage when Scully presumably 
smacks Mulder for what he just said before she's back on the 
phone. "Well?" she asks.  
 
"I'll be there within the hour," I reply, already grabbing my suit 
jacket and and briefcase. 
*****
 
It takes me around ten minutes of sitting in my car - which is 
parked in the driveway of our house - staring quite intently at the 
closed garage door and contemplating my fate and future 
before I finally get my act together and climb out of the car.  
 
Okay. Okay. Okay, I can do this. Piece of cake. Just go in, say 
hi, take whatever they dish out, leave again. Kid's play.  
 
The little voice in the back of my mind pipes up again, insisting 
on its theory that both Mulder and Scully actually do want me to 
be part of their life. I still find that hard to believe after what I've 
seen and heard, but it does have a nice ring to it. Who knows, 
maybe they have talked about me and the whole threesome 
thing after Wednesday night, and decided to give me one last 
chance or something. God, I really hope so! I'd do anything to 
prove myself worthy! I thought it would be easy to just forget 
what we had for the last few weeks and go on with my life but 
the last two days were hell. I admit that I want to be with them, 
and I don't care whether or not they are happier without me. 
Call me selfish but I love what I had with Mulder and Scully, and 
I want it again. So, if they really are prepared to give me a 
second chance I'm willing to take it.  
 
Well, from the look of it, they aren't going to throw me out again 
in the next five minutes. Scully slouches in the corner of the 
couch, clad in old sweats and a tee shirt that is at least three 
sizes too big for her. Must be Mulder's. Her hair is haphazardly 
tied into a ponytail, stray locks framing her beautiful face. She 
smiles up at me when she sees me standing in the doorway to 
the living room, obviously happy to see me. "There you are, 
Walter! I was beginning to worry. Traffic jam?"  
 
I shake my head no but don't elaborate on it. Somehow I don't 
think it would make me look too good when I say that I'm late 
because I've been busy hugging my steering wheel for a long 
while.  
 
Mulder lies flat on the floor, on his front. Propped up on one 
elbow with his head cradled in the hand, while his other hand 
makes a constant trip between the huge bowl of freshly made 
popcorn in front of him and his mouth. He's wearing those 
ridiculous shorts with the red hearts printed on them as well as a 
ratty tee. With his hair sticking up in all directions, clearly still 
damp from the shower he must have taken after his run, he 
looks all of ten years old. He doesn't even really look up to 
acknowledge me; he merely waves a hand and says quite 
absently, though not unfriendly, "Hey." That guy is way too 
enraptured by the movie he's watching on TV which is about 
three feet away from his nose. From the look of it, it's the latest 
Star Wars. Figures.  
 
Looking at the scene before me, with me standing there, still in 
my overcoat and with my briefcase, Scully clearly exhausted 
from a hard day's work, and Mulder doing that little boy routine 
he's got perfected years ago, I suddenly have the urge to 
plaster a big smile on my face, wave happily, and say, "Honey, 
I'm home!"  
 
Don't worry, I'm able to restrain myself.  
 
"Why don't you change into some sweats and join us, Walter?" 
Scully asks, reaching out for a slice of pizza that's smelling very 
deliciously on the coffee table.  
 
"Sounds good," I reply, turning around to go upstairs. I can't hide 
the happy grin that spreads on my face - they really do seem to 
want me. They act so casual, so normal...that can't be faked!  
 
So the little voice was right - they weren't so adamant about me 
showing up just to tell me I wasn't welcomed anymore. They 
actually do plan to spend the weekend with me. Still boggles the 
mind because I *know* what I heard last Wednesday...but then 
again, who says they haven't decided to give the whole 
threesome thing another try. Maybe they were so happy after 
their session together that they want to be indulgent. Hmm, that 
sounds so...arrogant. But I'm just so nervous about all of this...I 
want them to like me, to include me in their circle...hell, they 
don't know that I've, um, overheard their pillow talk...or maybe 
they do and now they want to pay me back?  
 
God, Walter, stop hyperventilating! Don't second guess them. 
Enjoy your time with them. Wait and see what happens.  
 
Yeah. Sounds like a good idea. Great strategy. I'll do that. I'll 
wait and see what happens. I'm good at waiting.  
 
Changed into comfy sweats I walk back to the living room 
where Scully waits for me with an ice cold beer. Bless her! I 
smile my thanks and sit down next to her on the couch, 
grabbing a slice of pizza. Maybe just hanging out, watching a 
movie, with pizza and beer, is just what I need. I have to admit 
that I'm still nervous but as time moves on I slowly start to relax. 
Scully was right. No playing tonight. Just three friends spending 
some time together. I actually enjoy the movie, and I *really* 
enjoy Mulder's butt in front of me. He's lazily swinging his bare 
feet up and down, causing said butt to move and wiggle in the 
process. Quite enticing, that.  
 
After a while, Scully scoots closer to me, nestling. I'm a little 
startled by that move but smile at her reassuringly when she 
looks at me, confused. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, 
enjoying the way she snuggles into my side. God, I can't believe 
that they actually said they wanted to be alone, without me. 
Well, technically speaking, they didn't really say that out loud, 
but you know what I mean. After all, Mulder stated that he 
missed being only with Scully. That's pretty obvious, isn't it. But 
look at us now! I can't believe I ever doubted them!  
 
Scully and I softly talk about nothing, catching up on office 
gossip, feeding each other the last slice of pizza. This is great, 
this is wonderful. I couldn't walk away from this even if they 
now told me to. I sigh contentedly.  
 
The movie is finally over, and Mulder turns around to look at us. 
For just the slightest split second, I swear I can see a 
combination of fear, jealousy and betrayal wash over his face 
before he gives us a brilliant smile. 
 
And it suddenly hits me.  
 
It's not Scully.  
 
It's Mulder.  
 
Mulder was the one who said he missed being alone with 
Scully. Scully never said that, really. Scully was the one who 
first asked me out, and who brought me to this house. Not 
Mulder. Mulder doesn't want me here. Damn.  
 
Oh, I'm sure that there is a part of him that really likes me, that 
wants me here, but deep down he sees me as his rival. And I 
know for sure that, if forced, Scully would choose him over me. 
Which would be more than okay, I guess. Double damn. It's 
Mulder. It was Mulder all along. Now what?  
 
"Now what?" Mulder asks eagerly, and I visibly flinch, positive 
that he just read my mind. Scully gives me a worried look. 
"Wanna watch another movie? Can we? Can we, please?" Did I 
say that Mulder looks like a ten year old? Well, he's acting like a 
five year old right now. A very adorable one but a five year old 
nevertheless.  
 
"Well, I don't know about you guys," Scully begins, stretching 
herself. "But I've had a long day so I think I'll go to bed. Of 
course, you can do whatever you want but I wouldn't mind 
some company to keep me warm..." She winks at us 
meaningfully, and I can see the arousal in Mulder's eyes. Little 
Walter perks up, interested. Grabbing the empty beer bottles 
Scully sashays into the kitchen, leaving us drooling after her.  
 
"Uh, sounds like a good idea," Mulder finally croaks. He throws 
a lust-filled look at me before he gets up to purposefully walk in 
my direction. He looks so delectable, so ravishingly sexy, and 
so damned happy that I can't believe he wouldn't want me here. 
Maybe it's just a matter of convincing his subconscience that he 
just can't do without me anymore.  
 
Huh. Yeah. Right. That sounds easy enough. And how are you 
gonna do that, Walt, old boy?  
 
Mulder stands in front of me, a smirk firmly in place. "Come 
*on* already," he whines, grabbing my left hand with both of his, 
yanking at it like a small kid would when he sees the ice cream 
place at the mall. "Can't wait to stuff that gorgeous ass of yours, 
Betty."  
 
I freeze instantly, my eyes growing huge. Stuff my gorgeous 
butt??? Oh my goodness, does he mean...? I swallow 
convulsively.  
 
Scully appears out of nowhere and walks along behind the 
couch, dropping a kiss on my head in the process. "His thumb, 
silly, his thumb," she says softly, chuckling.  
 
"Of course my thumb," Mulder states indignantly though I think I 
can see disappointment in his eyes. "Will you get a move on 
now?" With one final yank he's got me off the couch and 
stumbling to the stairs.  
 
"I'll be with you in a sec, boys," I hear Scully yell after us, 
probably going to clean up the living room before following us.  
 
My mind is racing a mile a minute. Mulder wants to stuff my 
gorgeous ass, eh? Okay, so maybe this is the way to do it. 
What if I give him what he truly wants? Maybe that will 
convince him that the three of us can have just as much fun as 
Scully and him alone. I mean, it's obvious that I have to work on 
Mulder, not Scully, to not get kicked out. Though he did sound 
disappointed and even agitated when I told him I wouldn't be 
able to make it this weekend...  
 
I'm getting another headache.  
 
We go to the bathroom to get ready for bed, enter the master 
bedroom, and climb into bed. Scully is right behind us, jumping 
in with a girlish giggle. "Damn, I missed this," she announces. 
That just about floors me. This is almost exactly what Mulder 
said last Wednesday about being alone with her...  
 
Okay, that does it. My mind is made up. I purposefully grab a 
couple of pillows, push them under my hips, and wiggle my butt 
in Mulder's direction. "Go ahead, stud," I say. "Stuff my 
gorgeous ass."  
 
Even though my face is buried in another pillow I can practically 
feel their eyes on me. They stare at me in disbelief, I just know 
it. Well, surprise, people, even good ol' reliable Skinner does 
something unexpected from time to time.  
 
After what seems like hours Scully finally finds her voice and 
gently asks, "Are you sure about this, Walter? I mean, we 
haven't-"  
 
"Yes, I'm sure. Come on, Mulder, give me your best shot!" Oh, 
please do, Mulder. Please, before I lose what little of my 
courage I still have. I'm offering you something that you 
wouldn't have if you were alone with Scully. Okay, he could 
take her from behind as well - in fact, he already has when we 
had that threeway thing going down in the playroom - but it 
would be a guy's ass. *My* ass. I just know that it's his wet 
dream to fuck his boss. And not just metaphorically.  
 
I feel Mulder's hand softly stroking my quivering butt cheeks. 
"You don't have to do this, Walter," he says gently. Oh, but you 
are wrong, Mulder. So very wrong. I *have* to do this. It's the 
only way to show you that I'm worthy...  
 
Since I refuse to answer, Mulder sighs and reaches for the lube. 
Ha. I knew it! I knew it all along! He wanted this for the longest 
time, and now he finally gets it.  
 
Fox Mulder, it's your lucky day!  
 
He slowly works one of his fingers inside me, and I can't help 
but clench my ass cheeks. This feels so different! I mean, 
Scully's fingers are shorter and slimmer. Of course she has 
used several butt plugs on me, and they were all bigger than 
Mulder's one finger, but having a man's hand working on me for 
the first time is just...unusual.  
 
"If you don't relax I won't be able to continue," Mulder mumbles, 
using his other hand to stroke my lower back.  
 
"Just get on with it," I growl into my pillow, pushing my butt 
back. Oh, I can just feel those two exchanging one of those 
meaningful looks again. They're probably thinking I've 
completely lost it or something. Well, funny thing is, right now 
I'm trying to *not* lose something - something very important. 
Our relationship. Or however else you want to call it.  
 
Mulder works a second finger in, and for whatever reason he's 
leaning slightly forward so his erection digs into my thigh. That 
suddenly reminds me of how big he is.  
 
And he is going to push that thing into me.  
 
Into that tiny little hole of mine.  
 
Oh God.  
 
My head snaps up when I realize what I'm about to do. I'm 
offering myself up, basically whoring myself, just so that selfish 
Mulder will be gracious enough to kindly keep including me in 
those stupid games he plays with Scully?  
 
Suddenly feeling sick to my stomach, I jump out of the bed and 
run into the smaller bathroom, slamming the door shut. My God, 
I wasn't ready for anal sex. We all knew that. Both Mulder and 
Scully told me so. But I was going to go ahead anyway, for no 
reason. Not for love, or because I really wanted to, but because 
I wanted to appease Mulder. Bribe him, in a way.  
 
I lean over the toilet but nothing's coming out. Still, I can't stop 
heaving and retching. I never should've started any of this. It 
was wrong right from the beginning. It's not Mulder's fault, 
really. I invaded his playground, so to speak.  
 
There's a knock at the door. "Walter?" Scully. "Walter, can I 
come in?" Silence. "Please open the door, Walter. I'm going to 
kick it in if I have to, and I'll make *you* pay the repairs."  
 
Despite myself, I have to smile. Ah, my Scully. "Just no Mulder, 
please," I reply, suddenly tired to the bones. "The door's not 
locked."  
 
Scully slowly opens the door a crack and peeks inside. "Are you 
okay?" she asks, worried, when she sees me crouching next to 
the toilet.  
 
"Define 'okay'," I mutter.  
 
"Oh, Walter," Scully sighs, sitting down next to me but not 
touching. I'm really grateful for that. "Wanna tell me what this 
was all about?"  
 
I nod but say, "No."  
 
Scully smiles a little. "I like that in a man. You've always 
been...determined."  
 
"Yeah, I've proven that quite nicely a minute ago." Scully 
doesn't take the bait, merely waits me out. I cave in about two 
seconds later. "I just wanted Mulder to love me," I mumble into 
my legs that I'm hugging to my chest as if my life depended on 
it.  
 
"He does love you, you know," Scully replies softly.  
 
"Maybe he *thinks* he loves me. I'm not sure. But I *know* that 
he'd prefer to be alone with you." That surprises her to no end, I 
can see it in her eyes. But she stays silent. After a long 
moment, she slowly reaches out to rub my upper arm, and I 
lose it. Sobbing pitifully, I confess everything. That I watched 
them last Wednesday, that I realized that I'm not wanted, that I 
only tonight found out it was Mulder who I had to convince, that 
I'm nothing more than a cheap slut...  
 
Scully stops me right then and there, shaking me. "Don't you 
ever say that again, do you hear me, Walter Skinner? You are a 
wonderful, compassionate, honorable, yet slightly confused, 
and definitely dense man." She wraps her arms around me, 
rocking me gently, and gives me a soft kiss to the top of my 
head. "Will you listen to *my* side of the story now? Because 
there's something important you should know." I draw a shaking 
breath, trying to get the tears under control, and hesitantly nod. 
"Good. Now, I have to admit that I'm a bit miffed about 
Wednesday. That was not very nice, Walter. What happened in 
the playroom that night was very intimate, more so than sex. It 
had nothing to do with play and all to do with cleansing."  
 
"I know that," I mumble. After all, I'm not stupid.  
 
"Good. Because I'm extraordinarily proud of Mulder. He 
*called* me and told me that he needed me. He's never done 
that before. It was always *me* who had to tell him that another 
session was called for. He *knew* that but he never asked for 
my help before. That was the first time he came to me out of 
his own volition. And you know who's responsible for that, 
Walter?"  
 
I shrug. "That nasty black paddle of yours?" I venture.  
 
Scully laughs out loud. "No, silly. It's you. Ever since you're part 
of us, Mulder is much more focused and centered. I admit, he 
still spins out of control on occasion but his entire behavior has 
improved immensely." I shake my head. No, she's lying. That 
just can't be true. I mean, *I* was the reason why he needed 
that session in the first place, right? "Look, Mulder was due for a 
session anyway. I had planned to give him one this weekend 
because I was so busy at work. I thought he would make it till 
today. I was wrong. That was *my* fault, not *Mulder's* and 
definitely not *yours*." She shakes me again.  
 
Okay. Fine. I can accept that. I don't necessarily believe it but 
that's not the point right now, anyway. "But he still wants me out 
of the picture," I say stubbornly.  
 
She sighs, and she sounds desperate. "Why do you think that?"  
 
"He said so. After the session. When you...when you made 
love..." I blush furiously. I'm just so embarrassed. I mean, I'm 
not a voyeur or anything, and yet I've spent a couple of hours 
watching my two lovers. Or whatever they are now. Scully 
frowns, clearly not understanding what the hell I'm talking about, 
so I elaborate. "He said 'I missed this. I missed you. I missed 
just the two of us.'" God, I can still hear his voice so loud and 
clearly it hurts.  
 
Scully thinks about this for a minute. "You know what, you're 
right," she finally says, and I begin to bawl like a baby again. 
There we have it. She finally admits it. Mulder never wanted 
me. When she realizes that I'm losing it again, she gives me 
another shake. "Will you stop that, Walter? There's no need for 
you to cry. Really." Oh yeah?! "You're right, he did say that. 
However, he was talking about the *session* and the session 
only. *Not* the rest of it. Do you hear me? He missed me taking 
care of him in the playroom. But not as part of our games. He 
missed the cleansing sessions. The last one I gave him was 
when you spent your first weekend with us, Walter. That's ages 
ago! He missed the session, and the intimacy that always 
follows. Look, that has nothing to do with you. Mulder would go 
crazy when you left us now." I blink at her, uncomprehending. 
"Don't you remember, that first weekend? After the session? 
You almost strangled me when you saw his body. I gave him a 
thorough work-out but that was exactly what he needed back 
then. I told you to wait a few minutes and after about half an 
hour he came back to us, focused and centered, the smiling, 
charming, old self again. He always gets cuddly afterwards. 
Remember what a hard time you had fending off his ever 
wandering hands?" Despite myself I have to smile. Oh yeah, I 
remember alright. "Walter, just because he missed spending a 
night with me alone doesn't mean that he doesn't want you. He 
loves you. What he said had nothing to do with you, believe 
me." She hugs me fiercely, whispering into my ear, "If it weren't 
for him, I probably wouldn't have asked you out that day in your 
office in the first place. He always loved you, Walter. He adores 
you."  
 
So I'm bawling again. Don't get me wrong, these are happy 
tears. I believe Scully every single word she said. I *know* she's 
not lying. In fact, she basically just confirms what that stupid but 
insistent little voice has been telling me for the last two days. 
And suddenly it all clicks into place. Mulder's good behavior the 
next day; the fact that he obeyed me and actually came to my 
office to work from there. He wanted to be near me! God, he 
was so anxious to apologize to me for the tantrum he threw the 
day before because he really *was* sorry! It killed him to think 
that I was angry with him. And stupid me treated him so 
indifferently, thinking he was just humoring me. He probably 
even thought that I didn't want to spend the weekend here 
because I didn't want to see him when nothing was further from 
the truth! My God, what have I done? I almost threw away the 
best thing that ever happened to me because I am a dense, 
stubborn bastard!  
 
I need to be alone. I feel as if I can't breathe in here, in this 
bathroom, in this house. Leaning on the toilet seat, I haul myself 
up to a standing position. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I keep 
repeating, shaking my head. Scully tries to hug me again but I 
gently push her away. "Please don't get this the wrong way but I 
have to go. I can't stay here right now. I just need to think about 
this..." I open the door and dash to the smaller bedroom where 
the rest of my clothes are.  
 
When I hop out again on one foot, trying to get the other one 
into my sneaker, I realize that Scully is still standing in the 
doorway to the bathroom...and Mulder is standing in the 
doorway to the master bedroom, looking like a lost little kid in a 
dark forest. "Walter?" he asks timidly. "Walter, are you okay?" 
His voice is shaking and tear-filled. He's thinking it's all his fault. 
Funny, isn't it? Half an hour ago, I would've said that it *was* his 
fault though nothing could be farther from the truth.  
 
I hesitantly look at Scully who gives me a slight nod. "I'll explain 
everything," she tells me softly, and I give her a little smile of 
thanks. I'm glad that she knows that I just need some time alone 
right now.  
 
Mulder looks from me to Scully and back to me, not sure what 
is going on. "Walter?" he asks again, hesitantly, and this time he 
really sounds frightened. God, this breaks my heart.  
 
"It's okay. I'm okay," I say, walking up to him after a second. I 
cup his face and gently give him a kiss on his trembling lips. 
"I'm sorry."  
 
And before either Mulder tries to stop me or I start crying again, 
I run down the stairs, jump into my car, and drive away, hoping 
that I'll be able to figure out a way to make it all up to the two 
people I love most in my life. 
*****
 
Today is a very special day. Well, it'd better be, or I wouldn't be 
twisting myself into contortions trying to light the candle that is 
sticking in my butt without breaking my neck or setting the bed 
on fire. Or to accidentally brush off that giant red bow that is 
sticking on my left butt cheek, constantly threatening to fall off!  
 
I cautiously lie back down, butt raised in the air, head propped 
up on one hand to be able to see the two people whose 
footsteps on the stairs alerted me to get ready in the candle-lit 
bedroom in the first place.  
 
The door opens, and I immediately announce loud and clear, 
"Happy Birthday, Fox."  
 
Mulder's jaw hits the floor, and his eyes grow impossibly wide. 
"Walter?" he croaks after several long moments. Then he turns 
to Scully who is standing next to him, beaming proudly, 
obviously just as pleased about the fact that the surprise worked 
as I am. "Dana, that's Walter in the bed," he states, pointing at 
me.  
 
She laughs out loud and pats his arm. "I know, Fox. Happy 
birthday."  
 
That doesn't help him though. Mulder is completely dumb-
struck. "But...but...I mean...that's *Walter*!" He stares at me 
again, a slow, brilliant smile forming on his lips. "Walter," he 
repeats tenderly, as if only now realizing that it is really me.  
 
"I may be old, but I'm not senile, Fox. I know my name." I grin 
when I see him blush. "Come on, blow out the candle before I 
have any wax on my butt."  
 
Mulder walks up to me, staring at my offered naked body with 
such childlike wonder that I feel my throat tighten. He wets his 
thumb and forefinger and uses them to carefully extinguish the 
flame so there won't be any wax droplets blown unto my butt. 
He can be so sweet sometimes. Then he slowly pulls the candle 
out, and fingers the red bow, giggling. "I still don't believe this," 
he whispers in awe before taking the bow and bestowing a 
gentle kiss on the exact spot where the bow was. "Thank you so 
much."  
 
Well, I can understand that he's a little teared up. You see, after 
that ill-fated Friday night I stayed away from them for a good 
two weeks. Luckily, Scully explained everything to Mulder. I 
know I'm a coward for not doing that myself but it was just too 
embarrassing to tell Mulder what had happened. I'm glad he 
understood what caused me to behave so strangely, though - 
unsurprisingly - he considered it to be *his* fault so he felt guilty. 
Stupid man. We met on neutral ground, namely Scully's 
apartment, to finally clear the air. I was positively surprised by 
how understanding Mulder was, especially when I told them that 
I couldn't come back to the house just yet. I said that I needed a 
little more time to myself, which was true, and that I couldn't 
really go back to playing right away, which was a little white lie, I 
have to admit.  
 
You see, I really did want to give anal sex a try but I was certain 
that I'd be too scared when it really came to it. When I talked to 
Scully about it and told her that I wanted to 'give myself' to 
Mulder on his birthday she rolled her eyes and said that this 
sounded way too much like Prom Night to her. But she could 
understand that I wanted the occasion to be something special 
so we met a few times to talk it all through and even practice 
with dildos. I'm capable of receiving dildos the size of Mulder's 
dick by now though I *know* that it's going to feel completely 
different during the real act. And I can't wait for it!  
 
We all met a few times to 'hang out' and have a beer or 
something but I didn't go back to the house. We were friends, 
and that was great - I hadn't lost them due to my being a jack-
ass, and I knew I wanted more. I knew it was mean to keep 
Mulder in the dark about today but the radiant look on his face 
tells me that he doesn't mind my lying to him. You see, when 
we had a meeting in my office this morning I pretended not to 
know that it was his birthday and he didn't mention it out loud. 
Mulder did ask, however, if I was willing to drop by later tonight 
for a beer. It melted my heart to see that he wanted to spend his 
birthday with me but, keeping with the script, I regretfully 
declined, mumbling something along the line of 'business dinner 
with out of town SACs.' When I saw the disappointed look on his 
face I almost told him the truth but a warning glare from Scully 
made me keep my mouth shut. And boy, am I glad I did. I don't 
think I'll ever forget the pure and unadulterated love that shines 
from Mulder's face right now while he looks at me, his birthday 
present.  
 
Mulder puts the candle and bow on the nightstand and gives me 
another searching look. "Are you sure about this, Walter?" he 
asks. "You know you don't have to do this..." Oh, for crying out 
loud!  
 
I scramble up and kneewalk to the edge of the bed until I'm 
nose-to-nose with Mulder. God, I could drown in those 
expressive eyes that seem to sparkle in a deep golden-green 
right now. I lovingly frame his face with both of my hands and 
softly yet firmly say," Listen to me, Fox Mulder. I know I don't 
have to do this. But I want to. And I'm doing this as much for 
you as I'm doing this for us."  
 
He locks eyes with me and suddenly understands completely. 
Another brilliant smile breaks out on his face. "I love you," he 
whispers before he dives in for a gentle, loving kiss. For a 
second I'm too stunned to reciprocate. He said he loved me. 
Wow. That is...nice. Unexpected. Incredible. Fantastic. Mind-
blowing. Fucking perfect! I kiss him back passionately before 
we both have to come up for air.  
 
While Mulder rips his clothes off I share a look with an already 
naked Scully that basically says it all. We're both glad that the 
surprise worked, and we're ecstatic that it worked so well. I 
mouth a silent 'thank you' and she replies with a 'you're 
welcome.' We both grin.  
 
I'm about to lie on my front again when the finally nude Mulder 
taps my butt reprovingly. "On your back," he commands softly. 
"I want to see your face when I make love to you." There it is 
again, that word. Love. We won't have sex - we'll make love!  
 
I turn around and snuggle into the mattress. Scully climbs in 
behind me, propping up several pillows against the headboard 
and leaning down on them. Once she's comfortable she gently 
tugs at my arms, so I scoot up until my head is resting between 
her breasts and my torso is framed by her legs. Nice, that.  
 
Mulder watches us, a broad grin growing wider by the second. 
"Enjoying yourself, Walter?" he asks.  
 
"Immensely," I reply solemnly, burying my head deeper into the 
crease between Scully's breasts.  
 
"If I didn't know for sure that you would both kill me in an instant 
I'd say you look like Mickey Mouse," Mulder chuckles, pointing 
at Scully's breasts that roughly resemble two round ears.  
 
"You're right. It's good that you didn't say that out loud," Scully 
replies warningly while she idly plays with my ears - the real 
ones.  
 
Mulder chuckles again before climbing into the bed. I open my 
legs and Mulder crawls between them, stroking every inch of 
my skin that he can find. That's nice, I have to admit. Being 
petted from both sides, so to speak. Very nice!  
 
"Are you really sure about this?" he asks after several long 
minutes of exploring my body.  
 
I sigh desperately. Little Walter is standing at attention, hoping to 
get just that - attention. "Will you finally get a move on now?" I 
growl. He chuckles and wordlessly grabs the lube.  
 
A moment later one slick finger slowly teases my hole but all 
the 'training' with Scully as well as that silly candle today have 
loosened me up enough to allow easy access. His entire finger 
slips in easily, and Mulder's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.  
 
I grin. "Pretty cool, eh?" I ask, and he nods.  
 
"Yeah, not bad," he replies wiggling his finger around until he 
hits my prostrate. My hips buck upwards and I groan. "Pretty 
cool, eh?" Mulder mimics good-naturedly.  
 
"Bastard," I mumble hoarsely but he just keeps grinning 
unrepentantly.  
 
Soon a second finger joins the first, and I place my feet against 
Mulder's shoulders to give him better access. He kisses my 
ankle in way of thanking me, his left hand constantly stroking 
and caressing me while the two fingers in my butt slowly scissor 
me open. This feels good, this feels incredible. It's different to 
Scully's smaller fingers, and it's nothing like a dildo. I'm relaxed 
and open, making it easy for Mulder to prepare me for what is 
to come.  
 
"Beautiful, just beautiful," he whispers again reverently.  
 
"You both are," Scully comments softly, totally enraptured by 
the sight in front of her. "Two gorgeous men together like 
that...just beautiful."  
 
Mulder chuckles softly without stopping to prepare me. "Ah, 
Red, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Right, Betty?" He grins at me, 
and I respond by clamping down on his fingers, eliciting a 
surprised shriek, and using my big toes to tickle him behind his 
ears, which makes him giggle hysterically. Huh. That seems to 
be a hot spot. Gotta file that away under 'VUI' - Very Useful 
Information. He'll never know what hit him!  
 
After several minutes a third finger is added, stretching me quite 
nicely. I can take it but it's a little uncomfortable at first. Mulder 
immediately slows down and waits, all the while stroking me 
with his left hand. When he feels me relax he looks at me and 
asks, "Ready?" I nod, and he slips all three fingers in 
completely. "You're doing great, Walter. I'm so proud of you. 
Thanks for giving me this," Mulder croons softly, kissing my 
ankle again.  
 
Scully kisses the top of my head before whispering into my ear, 
"He's right. You're doing wonderful, Walter. Perfect birthday 
present."  
 
Ah, well, all this crooning and clucking is nice and all but I finally 
wanna get some action! I stare at Mulder, daring him to *not* 
get a move on already. He seems to catch my drift because he 
removes his fingers and begins to coat his cock with more lube. 
"Just tell me when it hurts and I'll stop. Immediately. Okay?" 
Oh, for chrissakes, Mulder! I nod, just to get him going again, 
and he grabs my hips, lifting them into his lap. "Ready?" he 
asks.  
 
"If you don't push your precious little wiener inside me *right 
now* you will suffer a long and painful death, buddy," I growl 
menacingly, my eyes narrowed.  
 
Mulder blinks at me, a look of complete innocence on his face. 
Then he huffs a little and states, "My wiener is *not* little," which 
causes Scully to giggle hysterically.  
 
"Oh yeah? Prove it," I dare, and I finally have him where I want 
him. The head of his cock slowly but steadily pushes against 
my hole, and even though I'm prepared and ready it still takes a 
few seconds until Mulder is finally able to penetrate the ring of 
muscle. Whoa! That thing is bigger than I thought, and it really 
does feel completely different to the dildos that were 
*supposed* to be just as big as Mulder. He immediately stops, 
with only the tip of his dick inside of me. I really admire his 
willpower.  
 
"Okay, Walter, take a deep breath," Mulder says calmly. I 
*really* admire his willpower. He's waiting patiently, not moving 
an inch, totally focused on me. I love that man. "Just take a 
deep breath and try to relax, Walter. It's okay," he soothes, 
placing his left hand on my abdomen. I do as I'm told, his hand 
rising with my gut when I take the deep breath. Scully's hands 
caress my face gossamer light, helping me relax a little more.  
 
When I breathe out Mulder pushes about an inch of his cock in. 
I realize that it's getting easier and relax completely, enabling 
Mulder to slowly and steadily bury himself up to the hilt into my 
ass. When I feel his balls softly bumping against my butt I finally 
understand what has just happened. "Guess I'm not a virgin 
anymore," I announce with a somewhat proud smile on my 
face, causing Mulder to laugh hysterically.  
 
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he replies, wrapping my legs 
around his hips and leaning forward so he can claim a kiss from 
me. "Ready for the big ride, cowboy?" he drawls like an old 
Texan. I nod, causing Scully's breasts to jiggle against my head. 
That's nice, too, I gotta admit.  
 
Mulder lies down on top of me, propped up on his elbows, and 
locks lips with me. While we're thoroughly kissing he slowly 
moves his hips to pull out of me before just as slowly pushing 
back in. Wow, I never knew this could be so incredible! I feel 
totally filled, stretched to the max, so to speak, and it only 
gradually dawns on me that this weird gliding of skin against 
skin takes place *inside* of me. Just to see what happens I use 
my inner muscles to grab Mulder's cock, and he moans into my 
mouth. Oh, that was cool! I do it again, and Mulder whimpers.  
 
"Oh please, don't do this to me, Walter. You're killing me here. I 
don't want to come right away, you know," he says accusingly.  
 
"So sorry," I reply, completely and utterly unrepentant.  
 
He gives me a dirty look before slamming into me with more 
force, making me gasp and buck involuntarily. "Now behave," 
he admonishes before continuing the slow love making.  
 
Mulder's mouth latches unto one of my nipples causing my 
upper brain functions to fly out the window. Damn, that mouth 
of his is a lethal weapon! I turn my head a little to suck on one of 
Scully's nipples eliciting a shudder from her that vibrates 
through my body and down to Mulder's cock. He hums 
contentedly, gives my nipple one last affectionate lick before 
turning his face up to share a slow, wet kiss with Scully. All the 
while he keeps up that steady, slow rhythm of in and out that is 
driving me crazy.  
 
"Never mind me, boys. Just concentrate on yourselves," Scully 
says a little out of breath after their kiss ended. "I've got all I 
need. You two putting on a great show for me." She caresses 
my head again, and Mulder gives me a leering grin, apparently 
thinking that he wants to turn a great show into an incredible 
one. Okay, now I'm scared.  
 
Suddenly, Mulder's mouth and hands are everywhere, 
assaulting my chest, my sides, cupping my ass, fondling my 
cock and balls, sucking and biting my nipples, kissing my 
mouth... I'm panting heavily, sweat breaking out, and I'm so 
incredibly hard like never before in my entire life. "Please, 
please, please," I chant desperately, and after what seems like 
an eternity Mulder finally complies and speeds up his thrusting. 
He's using a slightly different angle now, hitting my prostate 
every single time he pushes in, making me see bright white 
stars, and suddenly there it is, that incredible feeling that uncurls 
itself deep in my belly, floating through my entire being, before 
finally concentrating in my groin, and suddenly I'm there, right 
on the edge, and then Mulder's hand wraps itself around my 
cock, and he tugs on it once, twice, and I'm over the edge, and 
I'm shouting out loud, spurting my come all over us, and from 
far away I realize that Mulder's shooting his hot semen deeply 
into my body, and I suddenly feel incredibly calm...serene.  
 
For more than a minute, nobody moves or talks. Finally, I hear 
Scully whisper one word: "Incredible." Yeah, well, that just about 
sums it up, I guess.  
 
I lock eyes with Mulder, and what I see in them takes my breath 
away: complete love and total adoration. I raise one shaky hand 
to push sweat-soaked hair out of his face, and he turns his head 
to nuzzle my palm. "Thank you for the best birthday present 
ever," he whispers, kissing my palm.  
 
"Pleasure's all mine," I reply, and he chuckles.  
 
"Yeah, I kinda got that impression, too," he deadpans before he 
dives in for another soul-searing kiss.  
 
Scully disentangles herself from behind me and snuggles up in 
my arms. "I hope that means you'll spend more time in that bed 
from now on," she asks me, idly combing my damp chest hair 
with her fingers.  
 
I wrap my arm around her and kiss the top of her head. "Try 
and keep me out of it," I growl. Both Mulder and Scully give a 
whoop of pure joy causing me to blush.  
 
Mulder slowly pulls out of me, and I instantly hate the empty 
feeling he leaves behind. No pun intended. But he immediately 
snuggles up to me so I'm sandwiched between my two lovers. 
Well, that compensates for the loss of his dick, I guess. At least 
a little.  
 
His hand strokes across my chest until his and Scully's fingers 
entwine on top of me. "You know," he begins, chuckling softly, 
"now I know why Scully told me that dessert was waiting in the 
bedroom."  
 
I raise one eyebrow. "Oh? Because I'm so delectable?" I tease.  
 
Mulder playfully gnaws on my earlobe. "Well, that, too," he 
mumbles before he gives me a peck on the cheek, grinning 
broadly. "And because she said we'd be having cherries!"  
 
 
 
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE.  
 
 
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