Title: Swords 3: Walter's Mission
Author: Batela
Rating: NC17 Sk/Sc M/K slash
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah Chris-1013-Fox, you all know the drill.
Summary: Walter and Alex go out to play and find something 
unexpected. Alex is having fun, Walter is having major angst 
pains.
A/U: Part 3 in the continuing sage of "The Sword of Damocles" 
universe.
E-mail: batela@angelfire.com
URL: http://www.angelfire.com/mb/wsjournal/index.html
Site name: Walter Skinner's Journal
 
WALTER'S MISSION
 
Walter Skinner was on a mission.
He went to the first address on his list. It was well lit, the outside 
presentable, so he parked and went in. He was back in his car 
10 minutes later; the people inside too gothic for his comfort 
level.
The second place was rejected after having reviewed the rules; 
there were no rules. He just drove past the third place, too 
seedy.
Skinner was getting twitchy. He really wanted this and yet he 
couldn't find a place he felt comfortable in. He wadded up the 
paper and threw it on the floor of his car. He drummed his 
fingers against the steering wheel, thinking. Who did he know 
that would know a good place? Two names came to mind, Alex 
and Mulder.
He picked up his cell phone.
"Are you in town?" he asked when the line was answered.
"Yes, why?" Alex said.
"I have a question." Walter suddenly wasn't sure about asking 
Alex. Maybe he should have gone over to Mulder's.
"Well, what?" the man prompted him.
"I, uh, well... Do you... I was wond... Never mind, this was a bad 
idea." Skinner felt foolish.
"Well, listen, why don't you meet me at Antonio's, I'm hungry." 
Alex said.
Alex was always hungry. Skinner pinched the bridge of his 
nose. His stomach was in knots.
"I guess so."
"See you in a bit."
Skinner pulled into the parking lot of Antonio's and found a spot. 
Alex was already there, his black Jag close to the door. How 
does a one-handed man drive a stick? Skinner wondered. 
Definitely not the Company car.
He looked around the dimly lit restaurant until he spotted the 
familiar dark head. He tossed his jacket on the seat and slid into 
the booth as Alex handed him a glass of red wine. Skinner took 
a bread stick and fiddled with it. Alex looked at him.
"So what's on your mind?" he asked Walter.
"Nothing important, what did you need to talk to me about?"
"Don't pull that with me, Walter, you called me. Stop avoiding 
and spill it."
"It's personal, alright? I changed my mind, that's all." They 
paused while they gave the waiter their order.
"You can't tell your brother something personal?" Skinner hated 
it when Alex pulled that look on him, that 'you don't love me' 
look. He had been doing it all his life and Walter been falling for 
it for all 37 years. Sucker.
"It's sexual, ok?" Skinner could feel his face reddening. Alex just 
sat back.
"I'm a big boy, Walter, and I have a hell of a lot more 
experience than you do. Are you having a problem? Need 
advise? What? I won't laugh, I promise." 
Alex looked sincere so Walter took a deep breath and looked 
around. They were alone in the corner.
"Ok, here goes. Do you know of anyplace...safe...discrete...that 
I could go and uh play in?" He refused to look at Krycek.
"What kind of play?" the man asked, completely unfazed. 
Skinner tossed up his hands.
"Never mind." He turned to leave.
"No, no, now come on. Really, you have to be more specific, 
different houses play different games. Male or female, top or 
bottom, S&M, passionate bondage, private or group, make out 
in a hot tub or make love in a bed, humiliation or sensuality? Tell 
me what you need."
Skinner shifted in his seat.
"Female, no humiliation, no pain beyond a few light love taps. 
Everything else is negotiable."
Alex nodded. This would be better than Walter picking someone 
up at a bar. Once was enough, thank you.
"Can you wait until Saturday?" he asked
"Why?"
"Because I know of a party next Saturday night that I think you 
might enjoy. The house is private, very discrete, very safe and 
very choosy about who they invite. The people in charge will 
trust my judgement if I bring you along."
"Alex, I can't play with you there." Skinner protested.
"It's a big house, Walter, we don't have to see each other, and 
besides, we won't be playing together. Unless you want to share 
someone. I have no shame. Anyway, so what? We're adults, 
we can handle it. Come one, you'll have fun. You don't have to 
play if you don't want to, there's dancing, food, pool table, darts, 
movies. People sit around and just talk all the time. There are 
private rooms and group rooms. You can do it on a table in the 
middle of the dance floor if you want to." He could see Walter 
was debating.
"Even if you do see someone you know, they won't say 
anything. Besides the fact that it's against the rules, not that I 
follow rules, mind you, but they have just as much to loose as 
you do. You'll be safe, really." Alex could see that Walter was 
wavering toward his side.
"I'll think about it." He finally said. Alex gave his hand a quick 
pat.
"Good. Unless you say otherwise, I will pick you up at 8pm next 
Saturday." Skinner agreed with him.
Skinner looked at the building; Alex was right, it was a house. 
They were in a more affluent part of the city residential section 
where million dollar homes abounded. He wondered who owned 
this particular miniature mansion.
"Come on." Alex said, tugging at him. Alex was decked out in 
his best black leather, while Skinner opted for a maroon Henley 
shirt tucked into faded blue jeans that hugged his long legs and 
butt. Alex had taken one look and declared,
"Holy shit, Walter, you're hot!"
Skinner flushed and put on his own leather jacket. Alex had 
amused himself a few years earlier and bought them matching 
leather coats for Christmas.
A nondescript man in a t-shirt and jeans answered the front 
door.
"Alex! You made it this month!" To Skinner's surprise, Alex was 
firmly kissed by the man. Yes, he could see that this evening 
was going to be an eye-opener.
"Serg, this is Walter, my guest this evening. Walter, this is 
Sergio. If you have any problems with anyone, don't try to 
handle it yourself, just find Sergio and let him know, he will deal 
with it."
"Serg, are there any rooms left?"
"Yes, plenty, we're not full yet this evening." They moved into 
the foyer and hung up their jackets. Sergio took their guns 
without batting an eye.
"Great, reserve two for us, would you?"
Sergio looked at him and then at Walter.
"You're not together?"
Alex laughed.
"No we're not, down boy, he's straight."
Skinner felt his face heat up again as Sergio clicked his teeth.
"Pity, that can be remedied, though." He eyeballed Skinner's 
body. Alex laughed again and handed the man two envelopes. 
Sergio opened them and gave the papers a quick glance. 
Skinner could see that they were lab test reports.
"How did you get my blood test?" he asked Alex. The man gave 
him an expectant look.
"Never mind, stupid question."
"Right. Say, Serg, Walter needs to be put on the emergency 
list."
Sergio lifted an eyebrow, looked Skinner over again and 
agreed.
"What's that?" Skinner asked Alex as they walked down the 
hall. He could feel a faint vibration under the floor, rhythmic.
"What, the list? Some of the guests are in a delicate public 
situation, so in case of an off chance raid or a fire, these guests 
are taken care of first to protect their anonymity."
Skinner hadn't realized that Alex was sensitive to his main 
concern, that something would happen and his job would be 
placed in jeopardy.
"By the way, tell me how that skinny little man at the door is 
able to take care of trouble." He whispered so that Sergio 
wouldn't hear him.
"That skinny little man has several black belts in several 
different disciplines." Alex whispered back. "Even I wouldn't 
want to piss him off."
Alex opened a door at the far end of the hall and the vibrations 
turned into music. They walked down the flight of stairs and 
through another door. Skinner winced at the sudden onslaught 
to his ears.
People stopped Alex quite often to hug and kiss him, scolding 
him for being away too long. Two pairs of astonished eyes 
watched their progress from the balcony as Alex dragged 
Walter onto the dance floor. One pair of eyes narrowed 
menacingly.
"Stop growling." The other one said. "They're allowed to have 
fun just like we are." Number 1 murmured something.
"Their being here together doesn't mean anything; they're 
playing not conspiring. It isn't shitty reasoning, it's the truth."
As Skinner moved next to Alex he could feel himself relaxing in 
a way he hadn't felt in years. He didn't realize that he had gotten 
so tense. The DJ was playing good music, not that techno crap 
and Skinner hoped that his agents never found out that his 
secret vice was classic rock, the only music that could get him 
moving. They forget that he was a teenager during the 60's and 
early 70's, he grew up with this music and even taught his little 
brother to dance to it.
He remembered 15 year old Alex coming to him, upset 
because there was a school dance and he had asked a girl he 
liked to go with him before he remembered that he didn't know 
how to dance. Walter remedied that situation. He turned on the 
radio, pushed back the furniture and dragged Alex, protesting 
that it wasn't cool to dance with his brother, out into the middle 
of the floor. They stayed there all evening, Walter refusing to 
give up until the gawky teenager grew more comfortable with 
his new body and was able to move with confidence.
As Walter watched Alex flirting with men and women alike, he 
could see that this was definitely a confident man. Alex saw him 
watching and teased him with a quick and unexpected peck on 
the cheek.
Devil, thought Walter as he wiped his face.
The hard menacing eyes above gradually changed as they 
watched the men, especially Walter. He had always walked 
with graceful, fluid movements and those movements extended 
onto the dance floor. Most men his size had a hard time putting 
one foot in front of the other, but Walter was music itself as he 
lost himself in the rhythm.
The song changed to a slow tune and Walter found himself with 
a busty blond in his arms. The eyes narrowed again. She wasn't 
his type, but Walter held her, politely refusing a whispered 
invitation. She took it graciously and continued their dance. He 
had a feeling he knew what Alex wanted this evening as he saw 
the younger man sucking on the neck of some young Adonis in 
his arms who was caressing his ass.
The second pair of eyes up above watched too, seeing Alex in a 
whole new light. Alex was wearing black leather pants and filling 
them nicely. He had left the gel out of his hair for a change and 
it lay dark and soft against his head. As Alex turned, a flash of 
green came from his left ear, an emerald that matched his 
eyes. He wasn't muscular like Walter, but he had a natural 
definition that begged to be adored.
The song ended and Walter decided he needed a break. Alex 
moved them toward the bar, which, it turned out, served only 
non-alcoholic drinks. Can't have someone claiming rape while 
under the influence. They got a couple of sodas and moved 
down another hallway. Alex gestured to one of the closed doors.
"That's the dungeon, yes an actual working SM/BD working 
dungeon. Don't go in there unless you are absolutely sure that 
you know what you're doing. Since you're new, if you do want 
to go in, you'll need to go back upstairs first and talk with Sergio. 
Over there are the movie rooms. Just try a doorknob, if it's 
unlocked then it's either empty or someone wants company. 
The private rooms that I reserved are down there. You can loan 
it out or share it, whatever, no one will use it without your 
permission. Each room is stocked with condoms, lube and oils. 
BYOT Bring your own toys. The private rooms also have 
bathrooms and an emergency phone that is connected to 
Sergio. Don't be shy about asking someone to play that's what 
everyone is here for.
"Hot tub and pool are through here. You can go do what you 
want but I'm going to sit under some jets for a while. I don't mind 
if you stick with me, I'm not ready to chose a partner yet."
Skinner finished his soda and agreed to the hot tub, not out of a 
sense of reticence, but after 30 minutes of unaccustomed 
dancing, he knew his muscles were going to be protesting in the 
morning. It would also give his eardrums a break. Maybe he 
was turning into an old fogey.
There were a few swimmers in the pool playing a game of 
water volleyball, but no one in the tub. Alex stripped down to his 
skin and hopped in.
"No clothing in the spa, Walter, get 'um off." Cleaning soap 
bubbles out of a hot tub was a pain in the ass. Walter looked 
around before pulling his clothes off and putting them in a 
convenient locker.
The watchers waited until the men were firmly ensconced in the 
jets and relaxed before they walked through the door. The men 
looked up at the sound and jumped, their faces turning white.
"Oh, shit." They said.
Scully glared at them while Mulder stripped down and 
descended the stairs into the tub.
"Alright, Alex, you want it? You got it." He said before climbing 
onto the man's lap. Alex actually squeaked in surprise as 
Mulder attached himself to Alex's mouth. Skinner looked at 
them in astonishment. Mulder???
He glanced back at Scully who was standing there looking 
down at him, her arms folding across her chest. He was 
suddenly conscious of the fact that he was naked in front of a 
woman who would shoot her own partner just to get her point 
across.
"Uh, Scully." He greeted her.
"No last names here -Walter. This is your choice: you can get 
out of there and do as I say for the rest of the evening, or 
starting first thing in the morning I will make your life a living 
hell. What's it going to be." 
In the meantime, Mulder had hopped up onto the edge of the 
spa and Skinner was trying to ignore the sight of Alex going 
down on the man's cock. Alex was right, he had no shame. 
Mulder groaned and grabbed his head; apparently Alex was 
also talented.
"Well?" Scully prompted him. Mulder looked at him through 
glazed eyes.
"I'd do what she says, Walter." He said hoarsely.
Skinner looked at the scar on Mulder's left shoulder. He also 
remembered that Scully had pulled a gun on him before. He got 
out of the tub.
"For the evening -Dana." He agreed. Mulder shouted as he 
came in Alex's mouth. The man licked him clean and moved up 
to kiss him before urging him out of the water, also. Walter 
noticed that Alex hadn't come yet. Definitely a big boy, Mulder 
was in for quite a ride.
They toweled off and Skinner was self-consciously aware that 
Scully was watching. He moved to pull his jeans on and she 
stopped him.
"Don't dress, you're not going far and you'll only be taking them 
off again anyway."
Skinner felt a flush of anger rise in him. He was an Assistant 
Director at the FBI, an ex-Marine, dammit, who did this tiny 
woman think she was? He opened his mouth...
"Move it, Walter." She ordered as she turned on her heels and 
marched down the hall. A Navy brat, that's who. Alex patted his 
shoulder sympathetically, obviously not going to help his big 
brother out of this jam. Mulder just stood looking at him.
"Walter, this can have serious ramifications on your emotional 
stability. You should tell her about your abuse issues."
"No, I'll be alright, Mul...Fox. I know the difference in this 
situation and I can stop her if I have to."
Mulder debated it and then nodded reluctantly.
"Just let me know if you want me to say anything to her."
"Walter!" came a yell from down the hall. Mulder winced and 
put his hands on the back of Alex's shoulders, steering him 
down toward his room. Well, Walter old boy, just remind 
yourself that you love this woman. Alex is certain to get his wish 
tonight, maybe after Scully gets rid of her anger, she'll touch 
you with love.
He went into the room where Scully was waiting for him. She 
was pacing frantically. He shut the door and sat on the edge of 
the bed.
"Scully...Dana, you have a right to be hurt and angry with me, 
but you don't have all the facts."
Scully stopped her pacing and turned to him, her eyes blazing.
"Bullshit, Skinner! I knew you were dirty and here you are with 
that Ratbastard! I'd put in for a transfer except that would mean 
leaving Mulder, so you and I are going to reach an 
understanding. He's going to hear from me, too about this thing 
with Krycek. Talk about sleeping with the enemy." Scully threw 
her arms in the air and resumed her pacing. 
"Dana, all that you know, the facts that you have uncovered, 
the things that you have seen, this is just the tip of the iceberg. 
Yes, I admit I've done jobs for Them, yes Krycek does Their 
dirty work, yes I've known him for a hell of a long time, longer 
than you'd think. But you don't know everything. Not everything 
is as black and white as you'd like it to be. That's something you 
should have learned by now, considering everything you've 
been through." Walter wasn't normally a talkative person but he 
needed to make her see reason. He could see that she was 
listening, her pacing had slowed.
"I've done everything I could to help you and Mulder, I've even 
covered for you when you needed me to. I will continue to do 
so. I cannot tell you about my work or Alex's for that matter, but 
I'll say it again, you don't have all the facts. I'm in no position to 
tell you those facts, Smokey would have you 'removed' if he 
found out or even suspected. I'm protecting your life, Dana by 
keeping you in the dark. What you and Mulder uncover on your 
own is fine, but I can't tell you. Sometimes you receive 
anonymous tips, go with them." He paused for a moment. He 
hoped she'd take the hint.
"You need to take out your anger and frustration? Fine, let's do 
it, babe." 
His deliberate sarcasm at the end spurred Scully into action. He 
stood up and she slapped him hard across the face. He stood 
still as she beat him on the chest with her small but strong fists, 
sobbing and cursing like a dockworker until she finally collapsed 
of exhaustion onto the floor at his feet. His heart ached for her 
worse than his chest did from her beating. He knew he was a 
bastard but she truly didn't understand. It was dangerous 
enough that Mulder knew part of the story, he couldn't risk 
Scully; he's rather she hated him than have her killed. God 
forbid Alex should be given that job; he had it once but was able 
to stall Them when Cardinal killed Melissa by mistake. Alex 
kept it secret for as long as he could. He got into trouble for it, 
going onto Smokey's shit list for quite a while.
Skinner bent down and gathered Scully up into his arms, easily 
lifting her small body, depositing her gently on the bed. He went 
into the bathroom and found a washcloth, moistened it with cool 
water and gently bathed her face, soothing her reddened eyes.
"I know you don't trust me, Dana, but I trust you." He said softly. 
He bent down and brushed his lips against hers. "You can do 
with me as you will tonight, but not out of anger; that I won't 
allow. If you need to calm down and clear your head, we can 
wait, I will place myself at your disposal at another time."
Scully took a shuddering breath.
"Do you really want to know what hurts the worst of all? I was 
falling in love with you."
Walter closed his eyes against the pain. He pulled her tight 
against his chest, stroking her hair and back.
"It's ok, Dana, I would never hurt you or Mulder. Your love is 
returned, do you hear me?" He had been so positive that she 
was in love with Mulder yet to hear her say this... but she said 
'was falling'. Was it too late?
Scully sniffed and looked up at him. Skinner lowered his head, 
placing his mouth on hers again. He moved firmly against her, 
opening her mouth with his tongue, seeking the moist inside. 
Her hands moved restlessly against his back and waist, 
caressing his hips before moving over his thighs to encircle his 
cock.
"Tell me what you want, Dana, what can I do for you?" he 
whispered against her neck.
"I want to make love." She said, stroking his hardening cock. 
Walter lifted his head and looked at her. He took her hands in 
his and kissed her palms, smelling himself on her.
"I've wanted you since the day you walked into my office, but 
not here, Dana, this is a place of fantasy, not love. When we 
make love for the first time I want us to be at home. Being with 
you is my ultimate fantasy, but not here."
He opened her blouse, cupping her breasts encased in a 
delicate lace. He lowered his head and gently bit her nipple 
through the fabric.
"I will fulfill any other fantasy for you this evening, something 
new you'd like to try, something old you haven't done in a while, 
something you could never tell your closest friend that you did, 
this is about sex, sweetheart, not love. Tell me how I can 
pleasure you this evening, we'll save the love for later when we 
are home." He took off her bra and gently bit the other nipple, 
She was trembling with need, and he could smell her scent.
"What were your original plans for this evening?" he asked. It 
took Scully a moment to answer.
Skinner slipped a hand between her legs and firmly pressed 
against her center. Scully gasped.
"What would you like to do with me? Hmmm? Lady's choice." 
He pressed harder grinding his palm against her clit. He could 
feel her dampness through her clothing.
"Oh, yes." She groaned, spreading her legs and moving against 
him.
"Talk to me, Dana." He whispered into her ear, flicking it with his 
tongue.
"Where.. where your hand is, I've wanted your face there for 
years."
Without a word, Walter lowered her back to the bed and 
released the button and zipper on her jeans, sliding them off of 
her, pausing only long enough to remove her shoes. Yes! a true 
redhead, his inner self was jumping for joy. He lifted her legs, 
placing them on his shoulders and gently parted her folds with 
his fingers. He looked at her for a moment, searing the sight of 
her pink dripping flesh into his brain before lowering his head 
and taking a long lick at her. Scully cried out and grabbed his 
head. He stabbed his tongue into her vagina as deep as he 
could while he milked her clit with two fingers, pulling at the 
sensitive tip and making her cry out, her thighs tightening 
around his neck.
"Pull your legs back with your hands, Dana." He instructed her, 
moving them off of his shoulders and holding them back toward 
her chest. She grabbed under her knees and held them, freeing 
Walter's hands. He gazed at that beautiful sight of her 
completely open to him.
He stroked a finger across her clit making her jump before 
sinking it into her center and took her clit into his mouth. He held 
it firmly between his teeth, being careful not to hurt her, and 
rolled the tip around with his tongue. Scully trembled trying to 
hold back her release. He took his finger out of her and used 
both hands to spread her folds are wide as he could. He used 
his mouth on her in ways Scully had only dreamed of; Scully 
hadn't had many actual lovers, a small handful, and none of 
them came even close to the attention she was receiving at the 
moment from a man who had never even touched her before. 
She could feel herself close to the brink, she had been since 
she saw him sitting naked in the spa. Only the presence of 
Krycek stopped her from striping and jumping in with him.
She clutched her knees harder when she felt his tongue enter 
her again. His thumb made firm circles on her clit as he thrust 
his tongue in and out of her, drinking her juices. Just as her 
muscles started to clench up for that final explosion, he sucked 
hard on her clit and thrust two fingers into her, triggering her cry 
of release. Skinner waited until she was done, gently soothing 
her back down to earth before he lay down beside her on his 
side. She gasped for breath as she lowered her trembling legs 
to the bed. He made sure she was watching as he licked her 
juices from his fingers. She grabbed his hands and licked 
herself from his palm. He drew a breath at the feel of her 
tongue on his skin and spread one knee, stroking himself as she 
cleaned his palm. She stopped him.
"No, you said you belong to me tonight so that's mine, too."
Skinner had forgotten about the steel in his rose. She leaned 
down and gave him one tormenting lick at the tip of his cock 
before getting out of the bed. 
"I thought you were in love with Mulder?" he said as she walked 
into the bathroom.
"We do love each other, too much if there can be such a thing." 
She came back out, tossed him a washcloth and dried her 
hands. "If we started anything, we would blaze hot for a while 
and then crash and burn. I would rather we remained as we are, 
best friends, than split up as enemies." She sat down next to 
him.
"As for what I had planned for tonight, I thought I'd spend some 
time in the dungeon. Mulder seems to think I have a control 
issue."
Skinner shook his head vehemently.
"Naw, I wouldn't say that."
Scully realized he was teasing and poked his thigh.
"Shut up." she said laughing. She plucked at his hair.
"Do you like those games?" she asked him.
"Truthfully, not really. They don't do anything for me. I won't 
take back what I said, though. If that's what you need from me 
right now, Dana, I'll do it. Just not in anger."
Scully sighed.
"I'm not angry anymore, well I am, but not in a vengeful way. It 
won't do me any good to play hard if you're not into it. It's only 
fun if both parties are enjoying it." Scully's fingers had gone 
from gently plucking at his hairs to taking small nips of his skin 
with the tips of her fingernails. She gradually made her way 
higher along the inside of his thigh. She could tell he was paying 
attention, his breathing was picking up.
"Not all dungeon play is painful, did you know that?" she asked 
as her nails gently bit into the flesh at the end of his balls. His 
cock was laying rock hard on his groin, nestled on a bed of 
curly dark brown hair. She took a nip from the skin at the base 
of his cock just above his balls. Skinner reached for her.
"No, put your hands behind your head." She ordered and nipped 
his balls again.
"Spread your legs." He did so. She nipped the flesh along the 
junction of his thigh and scrotum. Unexpectedly, she pulled at 
his nipples with her nails; individual hairs were plucked at on his 
chest around his nipples and at his navel. Nails were run down 
his biceps.
Walter couldn't believe the sensations that were being produced 
with just her nails. No one had ever done that to him before. He 
could feel every muscle in his body quivering with tension. The 
hairs at his anus were suddenly plucked and he bit his lip, 
moving his legs restlessly wider for her. Instead of playing there, 
she plucked his nipples again. The flesh of his pecs, his ribs, 
under his arms, navel all nipped and plucked with her nails.
"Dana, please..." he moaned, needing release.
"Turn over." She said instead. "Grab the edge of the mattress 
and don't let go." He did, spreading himself out for her. Nails 
traced his ear and over his scalp. He moved his hips.
"No. I will make you come when I am ready for you to come." 
Nails nipped his ass cheeks. He whimpered into the bedding 
and she nipped the back of his balls and the velvety line of flesh 
at the base of his ass at the top of his thigh. She ran a nail down 
his spine to nip inside the crease of his ass.
"Are you enjoying this, Walter?" she asked, plucking at a hair on 
his balls, nipping a cheek.
"Oh God yes! Please make me come, Dana, please." His 
fingers dug painfully into the mattress.
"Is this too much control for you? Too much pain?" Nipping an 
ass hair. "I can stop."
"No no no don't stop." A nip at the flesh of his puckered 
entrance. He cried out, his cock was so hard it hurt.
"Turn over. Hands behind your head." He turned and spread 
out.
"Now don't come, Walter." She warned him and nipped the 
flesh along his shaft. He took a shuddering breath, his belly 
quivering. A nip at the crown. 
"Now. Come." She directed and nipped the slit at the tip. He 
cried out and covered his torso with his own seed. Scully leaned 
down and licked at the little white pools, her tongue darting out 
like a cat, sometimes taking swipes at his skin, drinking him as 
he has done to her. When he could breath halfway normally 
again, he gathered her close, bringing her head down to rest on 
his chest, stroking her hair, back and shoulder, everywhere his 
longs arms could reach.
"If we were living in a better world, I would offer you something 
more permanent, Dana; a home, kids; but we're not. I can't ask 
you, not when we both know that there are truths that I cannot 
reveal and I refuse to force you to live a lie. It made a shambles 
of my life with Sharon and I won't do that to you. Do you 
understand?" He looked into her eyes. She nodded.
"I will support you, protect you and love you. I will make love to 
you when you need me to; I will fuck you when you need that. I 
will wine and dine you and send you flowers. Will that be 
acceptable? Will that be enough until I can offer you more?" He 
stroked her cheek, touched her lips.
"I won't stop digging, I won't sit passively by and wait. Do you 
understand that?" she returned.
"I don't expect you to stop. And don't wait, Dana. If you find 
someone else that you can love and is able to give you what 
you need, don't wait for me. Take your happiness where you 
can find it. All I ask is that I get to kiss the bride one last time. I 
love you and I want you to be happy; with or without me."
A tear fell again from her eyes and she pulled him down to her. 
He rested his head on her breasts until she got control.
"Let's go find the boys and tell them that we're leaving." She 
suggested. Walter looked down at them.
"I think we need a shower first."
************
After a quick shower, both were too tired for anything else, they 
dressed and found their 'boys' romping in the hot tub again.
"We're leaving, guys." Scully announced. Neither of the men 
looked worse for wear. Alex looked closely at Walter and 
climbed out of the water. He had red love bites over various 
parts of his anatomy. 
"Are you alright?" he asked Walter in Russian.
"Yes, I..." he couldn't get the rest of the words out. He tried 
again, clearing his throat.
"I need this to stop, Sasha. I want a Life." He could see Scully 
clouding up at the sound of his halting Russian but it couldn't be 
helped. Alex put a damp hand on the side of Walter's neck and 
gently shook him.
"I'll do what I can."
The next evening Scully answered her door to find Skinner 
leaning against the door jamb, a bottle of wine and a box of 
chocolate in one hand and a single rose in the other. He didn't 
speak, only caressed her cheeks and the bridge of her nose 
with the blossom before tracing her lips with it and handing it to 
her.
End.