Title: Under Orders
Author: Batela
Rating: NC-17
Category: Skinner/Scully
Disclaimer: 'Tis not I but the master of 1013 Productions that 
owns them. All hail the god of the surf, Chris Carter!
Archive: yes
E-mail: batela@angelfire.com"
Summary: Skinner gets frustrated with being in charge so he 
lets someone else take over.
 
Note: This is for Sergeeva who was absolutely insistent that I 
spend some time hurting my Wally. Since I am a pacifist at 
heart, this is the best I can do, girlfriend.
 
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UNDER ORDERS
 
At Skinner's apartment in Crystal City
 
It was a long day and Skinner was ready to kill his best agent, 
Fox Mulder. Damn his expense reports, this time he totaled 
some bigwig's '99 BMW. Why? Because the driver was a 
morphed gray, so Mulder claims. Skinner wished once more 
that someone else were in charge so that he wouldn't have to 
take responsibility for a while.
He let himself into his apartment and plopped onto the couch. 
Only minutes later he heard the door unlock.
"Walter?" He could hear Scully hang up her coat.
"On the couch." He replied. His head was tilted back, his eyes 
closed. He felt the air move behind him and smelled her familiar 
scent. Hair brushed his cheeks and soft lips brushed his.
"Can I kill him yet?" he asked. Scully laughed lightly.
"No you can't, I get first dibs."
"I think I'm ready to go back to just being one of the agents, that 
way I don't have to put up with his nonsense. A fucking BMW, 
Dana. I don't want to be in charge anymore." Small sturdy legs 
straddled his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. He 
sighed, feeling her press light butterfly kisses to his throat. She 
gently nibbled his ear, whispering,
"I think we can fix that for this evening, if you'd like to play a 
game."
Walter raised his head and looked at her. Uh-oh, she had that 
look in her eyes. He didn't know if he was more afraid of that 
look or Mulder's expense reports. 
"What kind of game?" he asked suspiciously. She innocently 
twirled a finger in his ear making him squirm. 
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
"Yeess?"
Scully got off his lap and pulled him to his feet.
"Come on." She dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. He made 
to pull her onto the bed when she stopped him.
"Uh-uh, my game. Your job here is to obey me. I'm in charge 
until 6am, if you disobey me, you get punished. I know what 
your boundaries are, so let's stretch them a little. Do you trust 
me with you?" she asked, pointing to the center of his chest. His 
heart beating faster, he nodded.
"Yes, I do trust you with me, Dana, always. I agree to your 
rules." She reached up to kiss him, gently opening his mouth 
with her tongue. 
"Strip for me." She ordered him, stepping back to sit on the bed. 
His eyes widened and he turned red. He reached up and 
fumbled with his tie.
"Easy, Walter, nice and slow, perform for me." He stopped for a 
moment and took a deep breath before trying it again. This was 
just Dana, he thought to himself and felt her familiar presence 
calm him. His tie came off smoothly and he slowly unbuttoned 
his shirt, stopping halfway down to reach in and play with his 
nipples.
"Pinch them hard." Scully instructed him. He tweaked them 
viciously, pulling and twisting them until they were hard little 
pebbles between his fingers. He could feel the electric currant 
go straight to his cock. He released them and unbuttoned the 
rest of his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and dropping it to the 
floor. He toed off his shoes and reached for his belt, undoing it 
with one hand while the other hand caressed his rock hard 
abdomen. He knew Scully loved playing with the ripples on his 
belly. The button on his fly opened and he slowly lowered the 
zipper, sliding a hand inside to touch himself. He pulled gently 
on his cock, stroking the head, reaching down to cup his balls 
and tug at them. He had never jacked off in front of anyone 
before; such a thing was a private matter, even between lovers. 
Knowing that Dana was watching him make him all the more 
excited. He let the pants drop to the floor, the underwear going 
with them and kicked them aside. He couldn't find a more 'cool' 
way to remove his socks, so he just took them off. He felt self-
conscious, yet he proudly showed himself to her. They had 
been lovers for a while but for some reason this felt like their 
first time together. 
Scully nodded at him.
"Kneel, back straight, spread your knees as wide as is 
comfortable. Lace your fingers behind your neck, elbows out." 
She waited until he had assumed the position before continuing. 
Scully shivered with anticipation, he looked so good down there; 
an Assistant Director of the FBI was at her feet. She walked 
slowly around him.
"For tonight, I am in charge, Walter. Everything you do, 
everything you feel, will be my responsibility. If you truly don't 
like something, just say the safe word. We will make it simple; 
the word is 'red'. Say it and we stop everything and discuss the 
problem. Is that clear?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am." He responded.
"Touch your cock, Walter." She said. He reached down and 
stroked himself. Scully waited until he was hard, his breathing 
starting to get ragged, before stopping him.
"Put your hands back behind your neck. For the rest of the 
evening that cock is my toy, you don't touch anything unless I 
tell you to. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I put a bag on the floor by the door, fetch it for me, resume this 
position and offer it up to me." She ordered him. He did as he 
was told, returning to his kneeling position before offering the 
bag up to her with both hands. She took it and he put his hands 
back behind his head. 
Scully put the bag on the bed and stood up.
"Undress me." She ordered. Walter stood up and unbuttoned 
her blouse. He let his fingers slide across her breasts. She 
rapped his knuckles and he stepped back in surprise.
"I didn't say you could touch."
"Sorry, Ma'am." She nodded and he finished taking her blouse 
off. He undid her bra and let it drop onto the floor, struggling 
very hard not to reach out to her breasts, as he wanted to. He 
knelt to remove her skirt, letting it drop also, leaving her in her 
pantyhose. He reached up for the waistband of the hosiery and, 
mindful of their delicate nature, gently lowered them, smoothing 
them off her legs.
Scully spread her legs slightly, letting him smell her, making his 
mouth water with need.
"You may lick my clit." She said, "No hands." She reached 
down and opened herself for him, running a teasing finger over 
her clit before letting him touch her with his tongue. Scully felt 
her knees grow weak as he licked and suckled at her, teasing 
her clit into a hard nub, licking her fingers clean.
"That's enough." She said breathless, pushing him away. "Stand 
up." She waited for him and reached into the bag she had 
placed on the bed. She drew out a strange small circlet. 
"Do you know what this is?" she asked him, holding it up. He 
looked at it.
"A cockring." He said. Scully nodded. He grew a little nervous, 
she was getting serious.
"That's right." She took his penis in her hands and slipped the 
ring onto him. "You don't even come until I say so.' Scully 
looked down at her handiwork. Skinner's cock bobbed in the air, 
held high and proud by its new ring. She pushed him onto the 
bed, motioning to the middle. She drew out a silk tie.
"Put your hands over your head. Keep them there unless I tell 
you otherwise. If you move them, you will be punished. Keep 
you legs spread-eagled, since we don't have a four-poster bed, 
you will just have to pretend that you are tied down. The 
punishment clause goes for legs, also." She drew out a second 
tie, a black one, and blindfolded him. Skinner fought the instinct 
to struggle. Scully smoothed her hand over his chest, calming 
him. 
"This is what is going to happen. First, I am going to light a 
candle and drip wax onto your skin, onto your nipples and your 
belly. Then I am going to drip some onto your penis and balls. 
When I am done decorating you, I will scrap off the wax with a 
knife. While I am doing that, you will hold an ice-cube in your 
ass, if you release it before it melts, you will be punished. When 
we are done playing hot and cold, I am going to lube your ass 
and fuck you, first with my fingers to loosen you up and then 
with a brand new dildo. I actually found one that is a pretty good 
match for your size. Last, if you are a really good boy, you may 
come in my pussy. Any objections to the game plan?" She was 
pleased to see that his breathing was erratic and he was 
squirming a little.
"No, Ma'am." 
Skinner waited for what seemed an eternity before jerking his 
head toward a sound, an ice cube clinking. He shivered as he 
felt Scully's cold wet hand touch his thigh.
"Lift your legs for a moment." She ordered. He complied, 
shifting his knees up toward his chest. Scully teased him first, 
running the ice along the crease of his thighs, grazing his cock 
and balls before abruptly pushing it into his anus.
"Ah, shit!" he yelled. Scully moved his legs back down.
"Don't loose it, now, Walter." He nodded, unable to speak. He 
heard a new sound, that of a lighter being flicked. A drop seared 
his nipple making his hiss between his teeth.
"Don't move." Scully warned him. The small pain faded fast and 
another drop hit his skin. The dichotomy of the cold in his ass 
and the heat on his nipples made his balls ache for release, he 
could feel his semen backing up behind the cockring, the 
pressure building. He knew he was going to explode when the 
ring finally came off. Drip, a fiery drop hit directly on the center 
of his nipple. His arms moved in a protective gesture. Abruptly, 
something hit the tip of his cock, leaving a burning pain. As he 
instinctively moved his legs, he was struck on his thighs with the 
same thing. He put his legs back down.
"I said don't move. What you just felt was a riding crop hitting 
you. Put your arms back up." Trembling, he put them back. "Do 
you need to say the word?" Scully asked before continuing. 
Skinner shook his head. His ass may have been getting numb 
by the ice, but his cock and balls felt on fire. Where did his 
sweet Dana go? He should have suggested games sooner. 
Sharon didn't like games, she was too uptight, but then so was 
he. Scully was loosening him up real fast.
"No, I'm ok." A moment later a drop hit his stomach, followed 
quickly by another. If he was sensing it correctly, Scully was 
tracing his abdomen muscles with the wax. Almost a steady 
stream of wax was being poured onto his skin by the time she 
was done outlining the washboard ridges. He fought the reflex 
to move as he felt a drop suddenly hit his balls. He took a deep 
breath, clenching his jaws to keep from screaminng. Another 
drop hit, this time on the tip of his cock.
"Oh, God, Dana!" Drip, drip, drip...... soon there was a nice even 
coat of wax on his genitals. The woman is going to kill me, he 
thought. As if she heard him, there was the sound of metal 
scraping against metal. He knew that sound, it was of a knife 
being sharpened on a rod.
"Now keep still, Walter, I don't want to accidentally cut anything 
off." He felt her lean over his chest, her hair brushed against 
him. Cold steel touched his chest. He could feel the edge of the 
blade against his skin as she scraped gently at the wax around 
his nipples. A little at a time, she loosened the wax, closer and 
closer to the center of his nipples until he could feel the blade 
shave right over the small nub. He knew she wouldn't cut him, 
but that paranoid little voice that everyone has kept telling him 
that when the blindfold came off, his chest was going to be 
bloody. It's just Dana, just Dana, he kept telling himself, 
repeating the mantra until he calmed down. The blade slid down 
his chest to his stomach, Scully teased him with the sharp edge, 
trailing it over his ribs andd waist before scraping at the wax on 
his abdomen. Scully suddenly chuckled.
"I'll have to save this for you to see. We have a perfect outline 
of your ab muscles. The wax came up in one piece." She 
turned away from him for a moment, placing the sculpture on a 
chair, out of the way. 
The knife touched his balls and he had no need to urge himself 
to stay still. He had a use for those balls, one that he wasn't 
willing to give up by an accidental flick of the wrist. He hissed as 
he felt the blade scrape the wax off the delicate skin, wincing as 
it took a few hairs with it. The tip of the knife touched his cock 
and his legs moved. Uh-oh.
"Oh, and you were doing so good, too." Scully moaned 
sympathetically. He could hear her put the knife down. "Turn 
over." She ordered him. "Choose, hair brush or riding crop." She 
whispered into his ear as her fingers twirled designs on his ass. 
He swallowed hard.
'Brush, please." He needed to make some semblance of sitting 
down at work the next day. He wouldn't be able to if he had 
welts on his butt from the crop. He tried to ignore the small 
voice in his head suggesting another time, maybe a Friday or 
Saturday night. Scully picked something up off the bedside 
table. A cool flat surface gently burnished over his shoulder 
blades, down his sides and his spine, down over the curve of his 
ass and over the backs of his thighs. Thwack! He yelped as it 
suddenly connected violently with his ass cheeks. He thought 
she would stop after a couple of smacks, but after five strokes 
he was whimpering into the bedsheets. Thwack! Ten. Thwack! 
Fifteen. He knew his butt was looking like a cherry. At some 
point, the pain stopped hurting and was replaced with a feeling 
of intense heat, making him feel somehow comforted knowing 
that it was Dana making him feel every nerve ending in his 
body. He realized that the smacks had stopped. Scully ran a 
gentle hand over his cheeks, making him flinch and tremble at 
the contact with his sensitive skin. He had streaks of tears on 
his face, but he didn't care.
"Who's in charge, Walter?" She whispered into his ear, nipping 
at the lobe, licking at a tear.
"You are, Dana."
"Who do you belong to, Walter?"
"I belong to you, Dana." She lifted his head and gently kissed 
him, letting him suckle at her tongue for a few moments.
"I'm going to fuck your ass now, Walter. I want you to rise up 
onto your knees, keep your shoulders on the bed. Display 
yourself to me, offer yourself to me, beg me to fuck you." 
Scully moved away from him, he could feel her weight lift from 
the bed. He did as ordered; he lifted to his knees, lowering his 
spine so that his ass was arched in the air. His knees were wide 
apart, his cock and balls dangled in mid-air. The enflamed skin 
of his ass stretched taunt, causing a delicious pain to spread 
through him and down his thighs. He could feel the cold water 
from the melted cube trickle out of him and down his balls, 
cooling the heated skin. 
The bed shifted as Scully settled between his knees behind him. 
A part of him knew he should be embarrassed to have her see 
him this way, but the voice of his heart knew that his owner was 
allowed to view every part of him. He belonged to her. He tried 
not to jump as he felt her lips gently sooth his reddened cheeks. 
A cool finger touched his anus, rubbing in a gentle circle. He 
could feel the slickness of the lube as she teased his opening. 
She pushed her finger in up to the first knuckle and withdrew it, 
circling some more.
"Do you want this, Walter?" she asked, putting her finger in 
again, removing it. "Beg me to fuck you." He buried his face in 
the sheets.
"Yes, yes, please fuck me, fuck my ass. I need to come, please 
take off the cock ring, please, Dana." He had never begged 
anyone for anything before, but he was pleading with all his 
heart now. He gasped as she pushed her entire finger into him. 
She waited for a moment until he was relaxed around her 
before continuing. 
"No cock ring yet. First you get fucked." She thrust a second 
finger into him, making him buck against her. She slapped his 
ass, making him keep still. The slap lit the fire on his cheeks 
again. She angled her fingers, flicking them across his prostate 
and he cried out, his hips quaking with need. Scully thrust the 
two fingers in and out of him, rotating them, scissoring them 
until he was able to take a third finger. Keeping her fingers in 
him, she stretched out along side him, her face close to his. 
With one hand she picked up her new toy and ran it over his 
face.
"This is your new best friend, Walter. Make nice with it." She ran 
the head of the dildo over his lips. He opened his mouth, licking 
it, taking it in, stretching his jaws to accommodate it. Scully said 
it was his own size, is this what she felt when she blew him, he 
wondered. Unbidden, Mulder's image came to mind. He 
suddenly wanted his new toy in his ass.
"Please fuck me, Dana." He whispered, licking the dildo like a 
lollypop. Scully moved back down, withdrawing her fingers long 
enough to put a condom on the toy and coat it well with lube. 
Skinner moaned at the removal of her fingers and twitched his 
ass, seeking them. He moved his knees a little further apart, 
opening himself up for her some more. He flinched as 
something large and rounded pushed at his opening. He thrust 
back against it and was rewarded with a slap on the butt.
"Uh-uh, who's in charge?"
'You are, Dana." She pressed a light kiss to his cheeks.
"That's right. Tell me again what I'm doing with this?" she asked, 
wiggling the toy against him.
"You're fucking me with it. Please put it in me, Dana, please?" 
he begged her, almost incoherently. She teased him a few 
more moments and unexpectedly shoved it all the way in.
"Oh, GOD! YES!" he screamed as the pain raced through him, 
He knew he was going to be split in two, yet he didn't care. 
Dana marked him as her property as she thrust the dildo in and 
out of him as hard and as fast as she could, fucking him 
furiously. He cried out, babbling, into the bed, moving his hips in 
time with her thrusts. After an eternity, she slowed, her arms 
tiring. She stopped, leaving the dildo buried in him up to its hilt.
Scully moved up and untied his wrists, releasing the blindfold. 
He blinked at the onslaught of light. His eyes were red with 
tears. Scully kissed him gently.
"Are you ok?" she asked him. He nodded.
'I love you so much, Dana." He whispered against her mouth.
"I'm going to take off the cockring, I want you to get inside of 
me and move slowly. You will probably come before I do, so 
kneel between my legs and lick my pussy after you do. The toy 
stays in, don't push it out." Scully lay down on her back, Skinner 
moved over her, settling between her legs. Scully wrapped her 
legs around his waist and reached down between them, taking 
his cock in her hand. She grabbed hold of the ring and slid it off. 
Instantly, Skinner was inside of her, his face buried in her neck 
as he tried to keep a slow steady rhythm. He could only control 
for a few minutes longer when he had to drive into her. He cried 
out as he came into her, all the pent up semen overflowed from 
her onto the sheets. When he knew he was emptied, he scooted 
down her, taking liberties with her nipples, twisting them 
furiously between his lips, his teeth tugging at them, making her 
scream his name.
He knelt between her legs, the dildo in his ass moved against 
his prostate sending a wave of pleasure through his body; he 
had forgotten the toy was still in there. He lifted her legs over his 
shoulders and buried his face in her soaking pussy, opening his 
mouth wide to take as much of her at once as he could. 
"Put your fingers in me, fuck me with your fingers." She 
ordered breathlessly from above him. He shoved three fingers 
at once into her at the same time he took her clit in his teeth.
"Oh God, Walter, YES! Make me come!" He rammed his 
fingers into her, fucking her with them, sliding her clit between 
his lips, sucking on her hard, pulling at her clit with his teeth 
while his tongue tortured the small nub. Scully came almost 
instantly, flooding his mouth with her juices. Skinner continued 
his ministrations on her, slowing down at the same time she did, 
making sure she was properly sated, before withdrawing his 
fingers and mouth.
They stayed in each other's arms, catching their breath. Scully 
reached down and removed the toy from Skinner's ass, tossing 
it onto the floor. 
"God, Dana, that was incredible. Thank you, sweetheart." 
Walter murmured into her hair, planting gentle kisses 
everywhere he could reach. She turned in his arms to look at 
him.
"Is that something you'd like to do again sometime?" she asked.
"Oh, ya. Not every night, though, I don't think my heart can take 
the strain. I'm an old man, babe." She laughed, poking him in 
the chest.
"Maybe, but you're my old man." She informed him.
"Yes, Ma'am."
 
The next evening, Scully came in and trudged up the stairs, 
anxious for ashower. She stopped short in the doorway of the 
bedroom. Walter's old mattress and headboard had been 
replaced with a four-post bed. Scully smiled in anticipation.
 
The End.