BACCARAT PIECE: INCIPIENT ALLIANCE By Sean Spencer seans13@hotmail.com CATEGORY: VRA RATING: NC-17 Slash KEYWORDS: Mulder/Skinner Slash SPOILERS: Aubrey SUMMARY: A special time at the cabin by the lake as they continue to iron out the kinks in the early days of their relationship. ATXC: No GOSSAMER: Yes DISCLAIMER: Walter Skinner, Fox Mulder and Dana Scully are the intellectual property of Chris Carter and 1013 Productions and Fox Television. Neither infringement nor copyright is implied or should be inferred from their use in this work of fiction. ......................... It was one of AD Walter Skinner's favorite times. In fact, it was Skinner's favorite pastime for the past two months. It wasn't even a pastime at all. It was more of a necessity by now. He was in the midst of making love to Fox Mulder and he was utterly enjoying it. This was only the fourth time they ever made complete total love like this and it was the first time that Skinner ever allowed himself to thoroughly let go without worrying about Mulder. After all, the first time was wholly for Mulder while the other two times was rationed so carefully. The agent still wasn't that used to it. That second time, Skinner was slightly careless and Mulder made small yelps, not of genuine pain but more of discomfort. The third time, both of them were so careful that neither of them really let go. This time around, Mulder hemmed and hawed then blushed furiously when he specifically asked for anal intercourse. It had been more than a month since they last indulged in it because both of them were apprehensive. They confined themselves to heavy petting and oral sex for a while. Both of them were still ironing out the kinks of their horizontal dance as well as their budding relationship. Tonight was turning out to be even better than the first time, a whole lot better. Skinner picked up Mulder from his apartment this time, because Scully was using her car. The younger man practically jumped Skinner once they were on the highway and the AD was almost angry since there could have been an accident. Upon their arrival at the cabin by the lake, Mulder wanted to kiss the moment they stepped inside. The agent locked his long legs around Skinner's waist and held on and Skinner had no trouble lifting Mulder over to the couch and continuing the kissing. It pleased Skinner no end that Mulder was now more physically affectionate compared to their first few weeks together. He had such a nice pliant mouth that was made just for kissing. They made out on the couch for a while and later ascended up to the bedroom, shedding clothes on the way. Right now, Skinner reveled in deeply thrusting into the agent who was writhing on the bed in equal abandon. It was glorious that the older man didn't have to gauge the depth and the rapidity of his thrusts. He could feel the sweat beading off his body as the heat within him was building up to a fever pitch. Mulder's legs over his shoulders felt just right and he loved it that the agent's eyes were half- lidded in pleasure as he made those enchanting small sounds from deep within his chest. Skinner grunted heavily with each thrust, the erotic indulgence of it all getting to him. The mood was just right, the music was just right, the room wasn't too cold and so was the lubricant; both of them were fully relaxed. In other words, everything was perfect. This time Mulder was more experienced with the area of stimulation. It seemed to Skinner that there was no need to inflame Mulder further with a hand on his penis. Mulder's erection was between them and the motion of their bodies was enough. Skinner's heavy moans and grunts turned into cries of ecstasy. He felt the intoxicating moist grip on his rampant sex, smelled the inebriating combination of Mulder's Ivory soap and sweat, tasted the salty skin of his lover's chest and felt the wonderful heaviness of legs on his shoulders. "Oh, Fox...you're my...sweet virgin boy...aaahhhh!" Skinner gasped. The words were out even before he could stop himself. Amazingly, they both came at the same time. Skinner's breath caught in his throat as he emptied into Mulder who at the same time gripped him with the telltale involuntary contraction of his coming. "Walter!" Mulder moaned, the very sound of his name from the agent's lips was enough to complete it for Skinner. He continued to kiss the enervated agent as they carefully and reluctantly untangled themselves. "What did you call me?" Mulder tiredly murmured as he lowered his legs back onto the bed. Skinner was embarrassed. It just came out in the heat of the moment. "Sweet virgin boy," he muttered turning red, acutely unsure of himself. He couldn't look Mulder in the eye. He didn't know how Mulder would take it, being called a boy. It was one thing Skinner was sensitive about: how in a homosexual relationship, the anally receptive partner was thought of as weaker and more inferior. But to him, it wasn't true. How come women thought of themselves as equal to men and didn't think twice of receiving their lovers' penis? Did that make them more inferior? No, they were partners and it just so happened it was what worked for them: Skinner was the inserter and Mulder was the recipient. Neither one was superior nor inferior. It was just what each one preferred at the moment. But now, Skinner had called him a boy. It was more of an endearment but Mulder might take it the wrong way. "I'm...I shouldn't have called you a boy," Skinner said, apologizing by kissing him. "Yeah...I wasn't sure if I liked it," Mulder frowned. But within a flash, he grinned. "But I liked the virgin part." Skinner laughed with him and the tension dissipated. Mulder climbed on top of him and they continued to kiss, their moist sated genitals rubbing against each other. After cleaning themselves, Skinner took Mulder in his arms and Mulder climbed on top again. The older man continued to shower kisses on his lover, breathing in the scent of Mulder's sweat damped hair, which Skinner found so intoxicating. "I really liked it a lot this time," Mulder murmured into his chest, referring to the last two times which had been less than ideal. Mulder continued to play with the hairs on Skinner's chest. The thin layer of sweat that had come out during their exertions was rapidly drying on their skins. "What do you think made it different?" "Maybe because it's better for us if we're face to face," Skinner pondered lovingly. "Maybe that's what works for us." "Yeah," Mulder hugged him which still continued to thrill Skinner no end. "You were really deep in me this time. I really liked it like that." Within a hairsbreadth, Mulder was softly snoring against him. Skinner smiled to himself. It was so different with Mulder compared to the other people he bedded in his life. Cuddling continued afterwards and it felt so precious. He knew now that it was more than lust he felt for the agent and his previous intention of making this last was now a very serious endeavor on his part. Skinner remembered this week's debriefing on the case in Aubrey. As more of the facts were revealed to him, he remembered his voice rising in the conference room when it finally dawned on him that Mulder was at the mercy of a madwoman with a knife to his neck. That wasn't part of the report that the two submitted. It took a bit of effort to control his anger. He realized that if he went any further, Scully might suspect that his reaction was more than professional. Mulder refused to look him in the eye during that meeting, stubbornly looking beyond his head or even frankly looking away. When the two agents left his office, Mulder still had that belligerent expression on his face. Their phone call that night was stiff at first until he realized that the agent resented his anger in the office. Skinner explained that his fury was justified from a professional and a personal point of view. The tension dissipated quite suddenly, however, when Skinner asked Mulder what he thought of the small soldier figurine. Skinner was glad that he thought of those small tokens of affection. He never would have thought that the agent would wholeheartedly embrace that part of their relationship. He wracked his brains for a small gift to give to Mulder after their first time; Skinner wanted something that would forever remind the agent of that special weekend. First times were special and shouldn't be forgotten. He saw the Winnie the Pooh bear in a store at the mall and impulsively bought it. It was only later that he had second thoughts about it when the lady at the counter was wrapping it up along with the chocolates. He feared that Mulder would think it inane. But sending flowers to the agent wasn't something Skinner was as sure of, either. There were small floral arrangements available for men but once the flowers died, that was it. So it was with more than trepidation that Skinner waited for Mulder's response. But he needn't have worried as Mulder's call that night conveyed his delight with the Winnie the Pooh bear. It sent Skinner hurrying to the mall the next time he knew that the agent was coming back from a case. But then he was at a total loss. It would look strange if Mulder's apartment became a menagerie of stuffed toys. Then Skinner saw the Lladro fox behind a glass cabinet at the large department store. It was just the right size and sort of reminded him of Mulder's mischievous streak. As far as Skinner could rightly remember, the agent had five figurines now, three soldiers and two foxes. Foxes were notoriously hard to find and the various store personnel in DC were notified that they should call Skinner whenever a fox figurine was in their midst. Mulder's dead weight brought the AD out of his reverie. The younger man was now fully relaxed on him and Skinner had to carefully squirm out from under him. The AD took a quick shower and went downstairs. After all, it was only seven o'clock in the evening. Skinner planned a simple dinner of steak and baked potatoes, knowing full well that Mulder would wake up in an hour at the most. He popped the steak into the microwave to defrost and ruefully picked up their clothes strewn all over the stairs and the landing. He then watched some television as he waited for Mulder to wake up. By eight o'clock, Mulder was still not up and Skinner went back to the bedroom upstairs. He chuckled when he saw the younger man had a smile on his face in his slumber. "Fox, wake up, dinner time," Skinner kissed his neck and ran a practiced hand over Mulder's side. By now, the older man knew that was the best way to wake up Mulder. It was like petting a cat; long insistent strokes were what woke up his lover. Skinner made the mistake once of brusquely tapping him on the back very early in their relationship and Mulder had shot out of bed believing he was in the midst of a nightmare. Mulder let out a sigh and smacked his lips as he turned on his back. His naked form stretching on the bed was very tempting indeed but Skinner held himself in check. There was enough time for that later. "I'm hungry," Mulder murmured unnecessarily. "That's why I'm waking you up for dinner, Fox," Skinner chuckled. "Come on, get dressed." Somehow, it was gratifying that Mulder left some of his clothes in the cabin. In fact, this weekend, he didn't even bring a bag with him. A number of his books were already in the study. Skinner fervently hoped that everything would work out for them. Mulder got dressed and sleepily followed Skinner down to the kitchen. The AD chuckled again when Mulder muttered that he was supposed to make sure that the AD didn't char the steaks like last time. Both found out that Mulder was the better cook. Mulder made a big show of suffering whenever it was Skinner's turn in the kitchen. This time though, the steaks were just right. They both eagerly dug into their meal as Skinner listened to Mulder's theory of the case in Aubrey. They playfully argued over it with Skinner saying it was just a case of pregnancy induced psychosis. But he did admit, however, that there were inconsistencies of how the suspect knew what was written on the bones plus the eerie decades-old MO. "I tell you, Walter, it was uncanny how Scully could tell that BJ and the sheriff were having an affair," Mulder said after taking a bite of potato into his mouth. "She said it was so obvious but certainly not to me or to the rest of the precinct. I don't think Scully just has woman's intuition. She really has a gift. At the least, she's able to process small bits of information and integrate it in her mind within an instant." "Sort of like someone I know," Skinner said with irony. "No, it's better," Mulder continued. "She has these sound leaps of logic which everyone respects while I usually see the same thing and conclude that it was little gray aliens hiding behind it all which no one respects." "Don't say that," Skinner said sharply. "You just see things differently. And don't ever imply that I don't respect you and your work. I do." He absolutely hated it whenever Mulder thought so little of himself. That, as well as the agent's tendency to just rush into things, throwing to the wind all Bureau training and procedures in the mindless zeal to find out everything about a case. There was an uncomfortable lull in the conversation for a minute but a change in the topic regained the amiable mood between them. They washed the dishes and settled in front of the television to catch the tail end of a much- anticipated football game for the rest of the evening. Again, Skinner was struck by Mulder's sweet little gestures, occasionally kissing the older man's hand that was over his shoulder as they both sat on the couch. For his part, Skinner couldn't help running his hand intermittently over Mulder's soft hair. After the Redskins won in a double overtime, it was time for bed. With gentle anticipation, they headed upstairs. Again, they made love slowly, carefully and sweetly and it just seemed so pure for Skinner. He could still smell himself on Mulder, which he found so erotic. Once it ended, just before Mulder got too tired, Skinner looked deeply into his lover's eyes and held his beautiful face in his large powerful hands. "You know, I love you, baby, don't you?" Skinner said, his voice rough with emotion. The AD could see his lover's eyes widen and after a time, Mulder nodded. For now, that was enough for Skinner. He saw the uncertainty in Mulder's eyes. He didn't really expect Mulder to tell him so, as well. He knew it might be too soon but he didn't care. "Well, I want to tell you again, I love you, Fox," Skinner repeated, for emphasis. Just to let the agent know that it was true. Then he enfolded the younger man in his arms and they both fell asleep. END OF BACCARAT PIECE: INCIPIENT ALLIANCE Feedback highly appreciated! -------------------------------------------------- "A beacon in the night." Mulder in reference to Skinner Nisei --------------------------------------------------- If you want to see real Baccarat figurines you can take a look at www.the-forum.com/glass/baccarat.htm to give you an idea of what Skinner gave to Mulder. However, there are no fox figurines at that site. It's probably a limited edition.