Title:Under Orders 4: What Are Friends For? Author:Batela Rating: NC-17 Slash M/Sk Note: Part of the "Under Orders" universe. Feedback: batela@angelfire.com Under Orders 4: What Are Friends For? Batela *********** Mulder had been watching his boss for several days and Skinner was getting steadily worse. The grapevine had it that he snapped at a bunch of green recruits that morning so he headed up to the ADīs office. Kim saw him and flashed him a look of gratitude. He didnīt have an appointment, had no reason to be up there at all, except one. Somehow she had found out what her boss had been up to with his favorite agents. Mulder was tempted to open an X-File on her; the woman seemed to know everything. "Hey, Kim, I hear the Bear isnīt feeling well, thought Iīd cheer him up." A rumor saying the Skinner was sick should sooth some ruffled feathers. Kim would see to it. "Thanks, Mulder, heīs alone; as usual. Go on in." Normally she would call in and get permission but she didnīt trust Skinner not to tear the phone out of the wall. Mulder walked in with an upbeat bounce in his step. Since Scully was out of town, it looked like he would have to take care of things. Skinner looked up at the unannounced entrance and glared at his agent, muttering something about traitorous assistants. Mulder walked up to the desk and then around to the side of Skinnerīs chair and squatted down. "I hear you made some greens cry. Do you need to talk?" "No." Skinner growled, not looking at him. "Hmm. Do you need company tonight?" Mulder asked softly. Skinner jerked his head and shut his eyes for a moment. "Yes." Mulder gently caressed his leg. "Why donīt you come over to my place after work. Stop by your place first, change clothes, get whatever you need and bring it with you. Iīll take care of it for you. Alright?" He risked a finger stroke down the side of the bearīs face. Skinner didnīt trust himself to speak so he just nodded. Mulder stood up, put a finger under Skinnerīs chin, lifting his face and bent down, lightly brushing Skinnerīs lips with his own. "Iīll take care of you." He promised again, touching Skinnerīs cheek before leaving. Skinner went into his private bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. Mulder opened his door and let Skinner in. He took one look at the older man and put his arms around him. This was a man who needed a hug. Skinner stiffened for a moment and then buried his face in Mulderīs shoulder. "Are you sure you donīt want to talk about it?" Mulder asked gently while he caressed the manīs back. "I canīt, eyes and ears stuff." Skinner mumbled. Mulder hated that shit Skinner had gotten into. "Alright. What do you need? A release then some love?" Skinner nodded. Mulder kissed him, bonding them with his tongue, making the emotional connection, the trust connection. When Skinner was relaxed Mulder stepped away and sat on the couch. "Present yourself here." He ordered, pointing to the floor in front of him. Skinner immediately stripped and knelt at Mulderīs feet, knees apart, hands on the back of his neck. Mulder studied him for a moment and reached out to lightly pinch a nipple. He was glad Skinner had gotten rid of the rings, they really didnīt fit his image. "Very nice, Walter. I love looking at you, you are so sexy. Donīt blush, you are. Sexy mind, sexy body... What did you bring? Present it to me." Skinner moved from his position and reached inside his jacket to the inside pocket. He took out the paddle and resumed his position, holding it up with both hands for Mulder to take. "Oh, this is a new one. Rough sandpaper on one side and fur on the other. New favorite toy?" "Yes, Sir. Mistress was generous last week." "You must have been a very good boy to earn this. What did you do?" "You know that new conference table in my office? She came into my office, locked the door and declared that the table needed to be consecrated, so she made me drop my pants and put my cock on the table. She has a new toy, a miniature cat-o- nine tails she keeps in her purse. Itīs only about 6 inches long. She teased my ass with her finger first, making me beg her to put it in. Youīve seen her do it. Rubbing my anus lightly, going in up to one knuckle and pulling out again until Iīm just about crazy. She finally put her finger in my ass and finger fucked me really slow while she slapped at my cock with her cat. It stung a little but it really didnīt hurt. I came all over the table. Iīm surprised Kim didnīt barge in to find out what all the commotion was about." Mulder wasnīt about to tell him. "Thatīs hot, Walter, Iīll have to get her to show it to me. Did you like her finger inside of you?" "Oh, yes. They may be small and slender, but she knows all the right spots to touch. Sometimes her nails dig into me a little, it feels good. Sometimes her fingers are enough, she makes me feel secure, safe and filled. Sometimes I need you to fill me." "What do you need me to do for you now, Walter?" "Spank me, Sir, please?" Mulder moved to the center of the couch and patted his legs. "Over my lap." He waited until the larger man was situated as comfortable as possible without rolling off. Mulder shifted a little until Skinnerīs cock slipped between his legs. He squeezed his thighs together, capturing the organ. Mulder looked down at the firm cheeks and caressed them. Skinner had the best ass. Unable to resist, he bent down and kissed each cheek. He ran a hand lightly up and down Skinnerīs back, reveling in the manīs form. "I love you, Walter, you know that right?" "Yes, Sir, I love you, too." "I only do this kind of play because you need me to, Walter. I donīt want you to wait until your tension reaches this stage again before you say something. This tension isnīt good for you. Iīm here for you at anytime, Walter. If you want to spend the night making love, just ask. I would never refuse you. Just get Danaīs permission first; I donīt want you stepping out on her. I know that sometimes you need what she isnīt equipped to properly give you. I love making love with you so donīt wait. Promise? As equals, not like this." He ran the furred side of the paddle over Walterīs backside. "Yes, Sir, Fox, I promise." He grabbed Mulderīs free hand and pressed a kiss into the palm before releasing it. Mulder placed the hand in the middle of Walterīs back and brought the paddle down, sandpaper side, onto the upturned ass. Walter stiffened and clutched the armrest. The paddle struck again and again. On the tenth strike, as fire spread across his butt, the dam burst. He buried his face in the couch, crying out all the worked up tension. Mulder caressed his back, soothing him, murmuring words of love to him as he cried. The paddle struck ten more times, adding to the flames. "More?" Mulder asked softly. Walter shook his head. Mulder leaned down and pressed gently kisses to the enflamed skin. Walterīs ass and his upper thighs were brick red. He continued to sooth the man, rubbing his back and legs, over his broad shoulders until he began to settle down. Mulder relaxed his thighs and released Skinnerīs cock. The man took a deep breath as it suddenly filled with blood, making him hard instantly. Mulder helped him up. Walter straddled Mulderīs lap, breathing in the calming scent of his hair and skin. Mulder continued to caress him, pressing kisses where ever he could reach. Walter began to move his hips, rubbing his cock against Mulderīs still clothed crotch. "Would you... could we..." "What, Walter?" "I need you, inside of me. I donīt want to wait for later." He leaned away to look into Mulderīs hazel eyes. Mulder kissed him, claiming his tongue and the inside of his mouth as his own territory. "Take what you need, babe. I can wait for later to make love with you." Walter lifted Mulderīs shirt off and went straight for his nipples. He climbed off the manīs lap to undo his jeans. Mulder lifted up a bit to help slide them off. Walter buried his face in Mulderīs lap, breathing deeply of this man he loved. He took Mulderīs cock into his mouth, sucking anxiously on it, needing it to be hard and inside of him. He sucked hard and Mulder groaned, clutching his head. "Thatīs it, baby, make it hard." Mulder whispered as he caressed the bald head; encouraging him. Skinner took his balls and tugged on them with his mouth, licking them, lightly biting at them. "Oh, yeah, Walter, you are so good at that." Walter climbed back up onto his lap and positioned himself over Mulderīs cock. "Wait, I didnīt prepare you." Mulder protested. "Iīm already lubed and I stretched myself before I got here. Iīm fine." With that Walter sat down, his head thrown back as he slid down on Mulderīs cock. "Oh God, that feels so good." He breathed; a man dying of thirst, finding an oasis. Mulder gripped his ass, licking his way down Walterīs chest to his nipples. Walter lifted up again and then down. "Thatīs it, baby, ride it, take what you need from me." Skinner stroked him with his ass and started to shake his head. "I need more, deeper." Mulder laughed lightly. "Walter, Iīm sorry but it only gets so big. Get up, turn around." Mulder waited for the man to get off of him. He positioned Walter on his hands and knees on the floor and knelt behind him. Mulder held his cock and pushed back into Walterīs ass. He took hold of his hips and sank in as deep as he could. "Better?" he asked. Skinner lowered his head to the floor. "Oh yeah, thatīs it. That reaches it. Fuck me, please, just do it. Make me feel." Mulder caressed the reddened cheeks. "Ok, baby, you just say when." He pulled back and slammed into the man. Skinner cried out his approval. Skinner reached under with one hand and gripped his cock, stroking himself in time with Mulderīs thrusts. "Come for me, Walter, come on, let me hear it." Mulder encouraged him as he fucked Walter fast and hard as requested. Mulder hit his prostate and Walter came with a yell, shooting his semen on the floor and over his hand. Mulder shouted his own release and fell across his loverīs back. Walter rolled over and laid his head on Mulderīs chest. Mulder picked up Walterīs hand and licked the semen off of it. Walter lifted his head and looked at Mulder who wiped the salty tears from his face. They kissed slowly, thoroughly, loving each other. "Donīt wait again, Walter. I understand that you canīt talk about some things, but at least let me, let us, love you through it." Mulder caressed his face and poked playfully at the tip of Walterīs nose. Walter nodded and licked at Mulderīs nipples. "Come on, letīs get cleaned up. We stink and I need food. And Walter? Iīm going to want a demonstration of this one finger fuck thing. I think the shower would be a good place for it." Mulder lightly slapped Walterīs red ass as they stood up and walked hand in hand into the bathroom. The End.