From: "Sean Spencer" Date: Wed, 20 Sep 2000 23:20:46 CDT Subject: Baccarat Piece: Toy Story by Sean Spencer Source: direct BACCARAT PIECE: TOY STORY By Sean Spencer seans13@hotmail.com CATEGORY: SRA RATING: NC-17 SPOILERS: None KEYWORDS: Mulder/Skinner Slash SUMMARY: Skinner agonizes over Mulder's recent purchases. DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Walter Skinner and Dana Scully are the properties of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. No copyright infringement is intended or implied in their use in this work of fiction. WARNING: Do not proceed if you are offended by explicit descriptions of loving, consensual sexual activity between members of the same sex. Thanks to the three K's (the Sisters K?): Kiyoko for plot ideas. Karen S. for beta work. Kiaran, who five months ago gave me the idea for Mulder's motives in this story. ........................ Skinner checked the glass balcony doors one last time. Finding they were securely locked, he drew the curtains, shutting out the twinkling evening lights of Crystal City. He casually glanced at the aquarium. The new batch from Mulder's recent foray in Petworld was successful, settling in with the veterans without a fight. No massacre in the waters of the 17th floor at the moment. Skinner peered through the kitchen door and sighed. The milk was out on the counter. He went over and shook the carton. It was almost full. Mulder was sneaking drinks from the carton. Again. Skinner placed the milk inside the refrigerator, avoiding looking at the saran-wrapped chocolate pudding tempting him from inside. He didn't know if Mrs. Jackson were attempting a conspiracy on his weight watching. This week, she was on a chocolate binge. He took the day's newspapers scattered on the living room coffee table and placed them along with the others in the utility area where the washer and dryer were. With everything neat and orderly downstairs, Skinner headed up the stairs, switching off the lights along the way. Mulder was in the shower, singing another of his off-key renditions that never failed to crack up Skinner. He didn't love the man for his singing voice. Skinner remembered Mulder recommended a book for his night reading. He popped into Mulder's study, and searched for it in the bookcase. The Baccarat figurines on the top two shelves were all intact. The collection was quite substantial now. The antique soldiers filled up the third shelf. For Mrs. Jackson, it was a shame that the animals were all up here instead of downstairs for other people to see. She had long since failed to convince Mulder to display the pieces. The figurines were his and he wanted to keep it that way. Skinner had to hunker down to the fourth shelf to find Mulder's new book. He absently scratched Taylor's ears. The dog lay on his usual spot for the night by Mulder's desk. Because he was bent over the shelf, Skinner's eye level was just in line with Mulder's desk chair. He spied the brown paper package Mulder received in the mail this afternoon. Mulder was always ordering all sorts of equipment from the oddest companies. He claimed it was for the X-files and he was always testing new equipment for ether detection, temperature and aura monitors. Sometimes, the packages arrived in the Hoover and sometimes, here at home. "What did Fox buy this time?" Skinner asked the dog, whose tail thumped on the carpet once. Today's package lay unwrapped where Mulder left it on his seat. Curiosity got the better of Skinner. He turned the chair on its wheels and was flabbergasted. Whatever Mulder had ordered this time wasn't for paranormal monitoring. When Skinner peered into the package, he did a double take. The box contained an elaborate anal jellied vibrator in neon purple, a dildo in a natural flesh color, a set of trial condoms and two large bottles of Wet, one in a melon flavor. There were even butt plugs in two sizes. The company thoughtfully sent over its latest lurid catalogue, too. What was this? What was Mulder up to? The sound of the shower had stopped then he heard Mulder whistling in their bedroom. Skinner guiltily fixed the incriminating box back into Mulder's desk chair and stepped out of the study. In his haste, he almost forgot the book he set out of get. When he was back in their bedroom, he found Mulder turning down the bedcovers. "Hey, Walter, did you catch the score? The Redskins?" Mulder climbed onto the bed and lay down. He wore old faded pajama trousers and a worn T-shirt. He reached for the remote from Skinner's nightstand and switched the television to the nightly news. "Walter?" "What?" Skinner sputtered. He stood stupidly in the middle of the room with the forgotten book in his hand. "The Redskins?" "Uh, no...I didn't..." Skinner's voice trailed off uncertainly, his mind still preoccupied with the contents of the box in the next room. He stood by the bureau and picked out his nightclothes from his set of drawers. "Aw, shit, I don't want to check the web just for the scores. Didn't I tell you to watch for them?" Mulder grumbled as he turned around on the bed to fluff up the pillows. "Hurry up, I want you here." Mulder patted Skinner's side of the bed. Skinner went through his night rituals like a robot, his mind still focused on the sex toys. The most they ever had was the old vibrator, long since thrown out after it finally broke years ago. And ol' reliable Astroglide from the supermarket. Occasionally, a flavored lubricant showed up now and then. What was this sudden interest in sex toys? As he brushed his teeth, Skinner recalled their last bout of lovemaking two days ago. It had been regular, okay, nothing fantastic, but still much better than what he had with Sharon. By this time, neither of them expected sex to be out of this world all the time. Was Mulder bored? Was he bored? Skinner finished flossing his teeth then used mouthwash twice. Just to be sure. He switched off the bathroom light and returned to bed. Mulder, however, was sending mixed signals. The younger man snuggled up against him. "Mmm," Mulder murmured, fielding little pecks all over his lover's bare chest. The younger man rested on Skinner's stomach but his head was turned away to the television, still surfing the channels with the remote in search of the elusive Redskins' score. Just as expected, Mulder didn't let up with the television until he found that the Redskins had won. Then apparently satisfied, Mulder turned off his bedside lamp then fixed his bedcovers around them before molding his body against Skinner's. "G'night, Walter," he said, planting another kiss on his lover and closing his eyes. Skinner looked down at the tousled head trying to figure him out. Tentatively, Skinner lightly passed over the clothed torso. He had an inkling that Mulder wasn't in the mood for sex because the younger man was fully clothed in T-shirt and pajama bottoms. If he were planning to do so, the most Mulder wore to bed were boxers or none at all. "I'm really tired, Walter." Mulder murmured the age-old gentle rejection. However, he didn't draw away, maintaining close contact with his lover. Mulder shifted again then fell asleep. Skinner attempted to read the book that caused his present predicament in the first place. With his concentration shot, he had to put it aside. Of course he would give his lover the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Mulder wanted a more adventurous time in bed. He was entitled to it. Nevertheless, Skinner wondered why the younger man hadn't shown him the package. Was Mulder embarrassed about it? Was he screwing up his courage to entice Skinner at a later date? Maybe he'd purchased the things in a mood of lusty enthusiasm and now regretted it and planned to return them. Skinner went about his nightly ritual of turning in only after the evening news. Mulder was snoring happily away, oblivious to Skinner's troubled thoughts. .............................. The next morning promptly at dawn, Skinner woke up to Mulder's insistent caresses. His lover had his hand inside his own pajama trousers and was warmly kissing his neck. "Walter..." Mulder murmured into his ear. "Hey, wake up? Let's play?" A long lick to Skinner's neck followed by a naughty forbidden nip. "Fox, not on the neck!" Skinner groaned in exasperation. How many times did he have to tell his lover about marking him above his collar level? "Good, you're awake. Come on, twenty minutes before your alarm goes off." Skinner felt another kiss land on his nose then moaned when his lover's hand felt so good down there. By the time he opened his eyes, Mulder had both of them naked for the other. "Just a quick one, Walter," Mulder gasped, lying down on top of Skinner and grinding his hips against his lover's genitals. "Ooooh...yeah..." Mulder's eyes were glazed and had that faraway look. Skinner personally called it the Selfish Look, when Mulder single-mindedly pursued sexual gratification. It happened once in a while to either of them. More often than not, he was the one with such moods, Skinner ruefully thought. "Fox...?" Mulder was still relentlessly grinding against Skinner, his head bent as he looked between their bodies at their burgeoning erections. The older man ran a hand through his lover's hair then gently tugged it. "Fox?" "Wh-what?" Mulder had that high-pitched tone in his voice, gasps punctuating each thrust. When Mulder sounded that way, Skinner knew his lover was close to coming. Talk about lightning speed! "You want anything special? Aaah...!" Skinner involuntarily arched his back against Mulder's pelvis over him. "Sp-special?" A strangled response from Mulder. "I...this is...oh! Oh!" Skinner felt Mulder's ejaculations spurt between their abdomens as Mulder shuddered then groaned deeply. With Mulder's semen oiling them, Skinner growled and rolled them together until he was the one on top. Mulder's whimpered as his oversensitized flesh grazed against his lover's still rampant erection. After a few thrusts against Mulder's sated and softening genitals, Skinner came, too. "That was quick. What a way to start the day." Mulder gave another peck to Skinner's nose then wriggled from under his lover. Skinner felt a warm kiss on his bald head. "Walter, what did you mean by anything special?" "Nothing," Skinner didn't want to pursue the subject further. They wrestled good-naturedly for the bathroom until they ended up using it at the same time. .............................. As Skinner bent down to tie his shoes while sitting on the bed, Mulder, already fully dressed for work, slipped onto his lap and gave him another kiss. "Think of me today, will you?" Mulder said with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Babe, I always think of you," Skinner gave another mock-growl, but kissed his lover with renewed enthusiasm. Mulder laughed against his mouth then returned the kiss. Skinner sent off Mulder from his lap with a smack on the butt and a rueful shake of his own head. Life was good. However, Skinner frowned suddenly when he heard Mulder sneak into his study. What was he up to? ............................ Skinner entered the darkened apartment that evening, the only light coming from the glow of the aquarium and the lone lamp in the living room. Taylor bounded happily to his master. Skinner took Taylor for a walk taking the time to savor an early evening in Crystal City. Once he reached the park, he sat on an empty bench and took out the worn tennis ball from his jacket. Taylor knew the drill and excitedly barked at him. Skinner threw the ball and watched as the dog retrieved it. They kept at it for half an hour, to wear off the dog's extra energy. The sky was dark by the time Skinner thought it was time to go home. He threw the tennis ball the farthest he could. The dog's less excitable state meant he'd had enough for the day. Once home, curiosity got the better of Skinner again. Without realizing it, he found himself in Mulder's study. He told himself he was here to look for another book, but his eyes strayed involuntarily to Mulder's desk chair. This time, the chair was empty with no sign of the sex toys that sat there the previous night. No, I'm not going to stoop that low. I won't scrounge around Fox's things to look for the toys, Skinner thought. The temptation to snoop in the study was very strong. His professional investigative powers kicked in, despite himself. There were no disturbed desk drawers and no closet door left ajar. Without opening anything, Skinner noted the toys' plain brown paper wrapper in the wastebasket. The complimentary sex catalogue was stuffed under the untidy sheaf of papers on the desk. Dejectedly, Skinner left Mulder's territory. He went into a blue funk the rest of the evening. He wouldn't have been offended if Mulder came up to him and showed him the toys and wanted to use them. But no, Mulder was obviously hiding his purchase from him. Did Mulder find someone else, someone who was willing to experiment with him? Skinner felt his stomach clench uncomfortably. It was one of his biggest fears, even if he denied it. If Mulder ever betrayed the love and trust, the life they had built together all these years, Skinner wouldn't know how to react. Just the idea of his lover's infidelity made him go into a cold sweat. Mulder came in a few minutes later. He slipped into his swimsuit the moment he ran upstairs. "A few laps would do me good before dinner," he said. "You don't need any help?" "No, go ahead." Skinner waved him off. Mrs. Jackson only came in three times a week these days. It was part of their agreement regarding her pending retirement. However, she still cooked meals for them, enough for the whole week. Near bedtime, Skinner channel surfed while Mulder spent more than an hour on the telephone with Scully. The two agents were deep into an investigation regarding a certain "invisible" man who was using his special powers to burglarize banks in the tri-state area. Scully had gone through the banks' surveillance tapes and had seen no evidence of "invisible" activity while Mulder swore he saw moving shadows on the tapes. Skinner barely listened to the conversation of his two former agents. What was remarkable though, was the two weren't getting into a heated debate on such disparate takes on a case. Scully and Mulder seemed to have entered into such good-natured acceptance of the other's talents that the arguments of old were things of the past. From what Skinner heard, though, the two were planning an all-night stake out tomorrow at a bank that Mulder thought was the next target of the invisible man. "Invisible man?" Skinner contemplated out loud once Mulder put down his telephone. "Yes," Mulder said matter-of-factly as he settled under the warmth of the covers. "I borrowed the Lone gunmen's infrared detection system." "What about the infrared equipment you requisitioned years ago?" Skinner remembered signing a voucher when he was still their AD. "This one's much better," Mulder answered. "Byers swears you can digitally enhance the image and come up with a face good enough to ID the UNSUB. Not the usual red blobs on ordinary infrared monitors." Mulder grabbed the remote from Skinner and switched the television to a local station instead of cable where he followed his weekly sci-fi serial. A few minutes later, one of the cheesy local advertisers came on and plugged their sale on last year's cars. The owner of the car dealership was dressed in a stupid cow outfit and mooing about the discounted prices on last year's specials. "Hey, Walter, this morning when we were making love, you asked me if I wanted anything 'special'. What did you mean by that?" "Nothing." Skinner shifted on the bed uncomfortably. Damn that cow commercial. "No, Walter, I remember you saying special as if it meant something." Skinner kept silent and pretended to ignore Mulder's persistent line of inquiry. "You found the sex stuff, didn't you?" Mulder stated indignantly. Spooked again, Skinner groaned to himself. Mulder's deductions were uncanny sometimes. "Fox, they weren't in a secret place," Skinner reasoned. "It was out in plain sight on your chair. The box was unwrapped and the lid was open." "You weren't meant to find those." Mulder muttered. "The toys weren't for me...or for you, Walt. It's just between me and...the other person." "Fine." Skinner muttered, drawing away from Mulder on the bed. "Good," Mulder retorted. .............................. Breakfast the next day was spent in a simmering silence. With Mrs. Jackson puttering around close by, neither one of them could continue last night's dispute. Mulder stood up first. "I'll be late," he grudgingly announced. "Scully and I are on stakeout tonight. In Baltimore." "Take care." Skinner's annoyance at Mulder's reticence dissipated somewhat. He reached out for Mulder's hand and gave it a kiss. This elicited a brief smile from the agent. ................................... "Can I talk to Mulder, sir?" "Scully?" Skinner's voice raised in disbelief. A hasty glance at his watch revealed it was only six in the evening. "Isn't he with you? In Baltimore?" "No," Scully replied. "We called off the stakeout when the lead didn't pan out. I guess he's not there yet? Can you tell him to call me when he gets back?" "Will do." "Thanks." Skinner tried Mulder's cellphone but his lover didn't answer. He refused to dwell on the current problem of Mulder's whereabouts. Skinner fixed himself a quick sandwich and washed it down with a beer. However, he found himself having difficulty on concentrating on the television as he sat down to eat his dinner in the den. It was almost eleven o'clock when the building intercom buzzed. "Mr. Skinner?" It was Conroy, the doorman on an evening shift. "Mr. Mulder's here. You better come down and get him. I think he's drunk." "What?" Skinner sputtered. He muttered angrily under his breath all the way down the elevator. He found his lover sprawled on one of the sofas dotting the Viva Tower lobby. Mulder smelled of beer and cigarettes. "How'd he get here?" Skinner asked the amused doorman. "A taxi dropped him off," Conroy said. "I'll help you get him into the elevator." Together, they wrestled the very drunk Mulder upright. It was no mean feat to maneuver a six-foot man even if he were on the thin side. Although Skinner could have made it easier for all of them if he just up and carried Mulder into the elevator, he resisted doing so to maintain a semblance of dignity for his drunk lover. Skinner was thankful it was the middle of the night. No one else had to witness Mulder's indiscretion. It took another long minute before Skinner had Mulder safely sprawled on their bed. Mulder hiccuped once then giggled but was mainly out of it. Skinner sighed as he undressed the agent, rolling him this way and that to get him out of the stinking clothes. Skinner placed a wastebasket by Mulder's side of the bed. No telling what would happen in the night. It wasn't going to be pleasant. ........................... Three in the morning. Mulder stumbled over the empty wastebasket before staggering into the bathroom. Skinner heard Mulder's retching and moaning but he was damned if he was going to appear to notice anything. Mulder was drunk a handful of times in all their years together and when he was, he reacted badly. Let him deal with the consequences of his actions, Skinner thought as he buried his head under his pillows to drown out the sound of his lover's misery. Skinner woke up at his usual time the next morning. Mulder looked like hell. Skinner, however, was not taking any nonsense from last night's events and once he'd exercised then showered, he mercilessly prodded the agent awake. "Rise and shine, Fox," Skinner said, cheerfully and a bit meanly. For added effect, he sat down beside the sleeping man then lightly slapped Mulder's tightly grimacing face. "I can't," Mulder moaned into a pillow. He tried to curl up into a ball. Skinner was relentless, however. "All agents need to go to work," Skinner intoned jokingly. "I'm the Deputy Director and it won't stand on my conscience to let one of my agents crawl back into bed because of a hangover. On a weekday. Up and at 'em, Fox." Mulder teetered to the bathroom under duress. At the breakfast table, Skinner initially ignored Mulder who was blinking in the bright kitchen light. This morning, Mulder was the poster boy for Untidy Bureau Agent. His tie hung in a strip about his neck and his shirt was untucked. He could trip over his shoelaces if he weren't careful. The thick head of hair was uncombed, appearing damp and messy. "Where's your car?" Skinner began his interrogation. His voice came out more harshly than he intended. "Back there." Mulder gestured vaguely, eyeing the bagel Skinner had set out for him. He took a tentative nibble then grimaced. "The Gunmen and I went to Murphy's Pub. I'm sorry I didn't call. I forgot." "Your phone?" "In the car...I think? You looked for me, huh?" "Fox, I don't need to know where you are 24 hours a day. But as your lover of six years, I think it's fair to be informed when there's a change of plans." Skinner glowered. "I recall you telling me the same thing when I went for a walk a few months ago." Mulder flushed angrily. It was two weeks after Skinner's rescue from the Dallas field. Despite his limp and still needing a cane, Skinner had taken a walk to the park. Mulder had been frantic upon finding an empty apartment with his lover not in sight. For a brief few minutes, Mulder thought that the militia had taken their revenge and kidnapped Skinner once again. "I'm sorry," Mulder bristled back. "The Gunmen and I got to talking. I'm sorry." An uneasy silence for a few minutes between them. "I told them." "Excuse me?" Skinner looked up from the newspaper. "I told Frohicke, Byers and Langly...about us. I told them we were lovers. They called for a celebration...I don't know how many beers I drank." "You outed us...to the Gunmen?" Skinner digested this remarkable news of last night's fiasco. Now everything fell into perspective. "How'd they take it?" "Langly was totally cool with it," Mulder recalled. "Byers was very surprised. He didn't think both of us were, in his words, 'that' way. But I swear, Frohicke was jealous...I think." "Frohicke? The little guy?" The warmth in Skinner's voice returned. "Didn't you give him your video collection?" "Yeah," Mulder chuckled uneasily, remembering how his extensive porn collection had been a windfall for Frohicke when Mulder had sworn off the tapes years ago. "I thought he was straight. I never thought of him as bi. He kept putting you down. Kept saying you were too old for me, too much of a tight-ass, that all your...muscles would deflate in a few years, mark his word." "Frohicke?" "Yes. And all this time, I thought he only had the hots for Scully." Mulder sighed. "I guess you can't please everyone. He's my pal, you know, of all three of them? I don't know if things between us will ever be the same. I hope he gets over it." "You can drive to work?" Skinner peered closely at his lover. He looked up at the wall clock. He really had to go. The Bureau car was waiting downstairs already. "I'll take the Rover," Mulder muttered. "Go. I'll clean up here. Hey, I'm not drunk anymore, okay?" He bristled again at Skinner's close scrutiny. ...................................... Another busy day for Skinner at the Bureau. The morning was packed with endless conferences, all of them administrative. There was a review of confidential OPC concerns. Followed by a meeting with a group of executive assistants from the third floor with a bunch of complaints. Then there was a debriefing regarding one of the more high profile cases, a smuggling ring. Finally, it was his turn to report to the Director. Skinner took the elevator on his way there. He was surprised to find Agent Scully as the sole occupant. He gave her a ready smile in greeting. She seemed to be in an up mood herself. "Good morning, sir," Scully said. "Mulder told me about last night, him and the Gunmen. I'm taking a breather from the basement. He isn't in a good mood, hangover and all." It was good to be in the elevator alone with one of the few people he could really put down his guard with in the Bureau. Skinner chatted with her pleasantly about their mutual concern, namely Mulder. Scully finally said good-bye once she reached her floor. As he ascended above to the top floor of the Hoover, Skinner contemplated how Scully was looking good herself. He couldn't pinpoint the exact thing that was different about her. She still looked professional and chipper as ever, but she definitely looked beyond pretty. She was downright beautiful. .......................... Skinner's afternoon's appointments were all over town. He called on the Attorney General, then had a DOJ meeting, and later followed by a brief visit to the new Hoover Annex at the other end of the city. Some smart alecks in the Bureau had already nicknamed it the Tolson Building, in honor of the purported lover of JEH. It was a basement day today. The Bureau car dropped Skinner off in the basement-parking garage of his building. Security was extra vigilant since his kidnapping and the security agent went with him into the elevator until the 17th floor. He found Mulder at home already, looking a bit worse for wear, but nothing to be worried about. Taylor lay at Mulder's feet. On the coffee table was a large wrapped present. "What's that?" Skinner asked as he took off his coat. "From the Gunmen," Mulder said. "Frohicke dropped off my car. I found this in the back seat. Walter, do you think it's a wedding present?" Skinner's eyebrows rose. It did indeed look like one with its silver and white paper wrapping. The elaborate ribbon was white satin. Skinner sat beside his lover on the couch. "Here's the card." The card had wedding bells on it. It had none of the pseudoromantic doggerel he'd expected from Mulder's trio of friends. A straightforward congratulatory card signed by the Lonegunmen. "Shall I open it?" Mulder asked. He began to peel off the tape at one end of the large box to avoid tearing the wrapper. "Fox, you rip it up," Skinner said quietly. He suddenly remembered a night with Sharon. He grew all melancholy at the memory of himself with Sharon and a huge pile of wedding presents. The excitement and hope of so long ago were not meant to be. "You rip up the paper...for good luck." To make his point, Skinner grabbed one end of the wrapper then gave it a generous tear. Together, they tore open the fancy paper to reveal the trio's gift. Both of them couldn't believe their eyes when they beheld the familiar red logo on the box. Their gift was a Baccarat. "You told them?" Skinner asked accusingly. "No, of course not," Mulder said. "I'd never tell them something so personal. Only Scully knows about the animals. Come on, for all I know they hacked into our credit card accounts and found us out. Walter, open the box." Skinner lifted the lid. The room's light reflected off of the modern sparse lines of the vase. "Should I write them a thank you note or do you want to do the honors?" Skinner asked. He turned to look at Mulder, whose face's tired lines disappeared at his smile at such a generous gift from his friends. Impulsively, Skinner kissed his lover, gradually deepening it. Mulder's hands went up behind his shoulder and cupped the back of his head, tracing maddening whorls on his bare scalp. "Come on, dinner can wait." Mulder stood up. Upstairs, they draped their clothes onto their own wooden valets. As Skinner hurriedly turned down the bed, Mulder closed the door to prevent Taylor straying in at an inopportune moment. "Walt, let me suck you off," Mulder breathed once he cuddled up beside his lover. Mulder carefully removed his lover's glasses from his nose. Skinner laid back against the bed then treated himself to Mulder's talented mouth. He still wasn't hard, but Mulder made his way slowly by way of kisses on his eyes, forehead, lips, neck, nipples, chest then stomach. Mulder tweaking a nipple here, then a stray nip there had him erect in a few brief minutes. As soon as the wet mouth engulfed his length, Skinner was lost. He squirmed as Mulder ran clever fingers over the sensitive skin between his thighs. He moaned deeply at the gentle kisses on his scrotum. A few seconds later, he gasped at the hot tongue relentlessly driving him to a sweet delirium. "Fox...I might...!" Just when he thought he was going to explode, right before the point of inevitable conclusion when his balls felt swollen and aching, Skinner grimaced in frustration when Mulder tenderly withdrew his mouth. The younger man gently soothed Skinner's raging libido by stroking the hollow of his pelvis, first one side then the other. Mulder came up beside him and took Skinner's mouth in his once again, which did nothing to slow down their heavy, rapid breathing. "On second thought, maybe I shouldn't suck you off," Mulder huskily teased with a pleased smile on his face. Skinner looked at the mischievous flushed face with swollen luscious lips. Mulder's hair was rumpled from Skinner's frantic hands. It was quite a while before Skinner's brain returned from a mush-like state. With his heart racing, Skinner remembered that he still hadn't done anything for his lover. "I was close. Do you want me in you?" "Your mouth first." Mulder took Skinner's hand and placed it on his stomach. The older man didn't need much prompting. He gathered all the pillows on the bed then placed them around his lover. Skinner didn't have far to bend down too far with the eager Mulder in just the right position. Like him, Mulder had a headier tang after a long day at work. The scent drove Skinner to outdo Mulder's earlier performance. He ran his tongue over Mulder's lower abdomen first then proceeded to the sensitive scrotum before settling on Mulder's reddened glans. Spurred on by Mulder's heated moans and gasps, Skinner was sorely tempted to bring off his lover right then and there. He knew that his thumbnail lightly grazed on a particular sensitive spot was enough to trigger Mulder. However, Skinner denied himself the one pleasure for a greater one. He raised his head and lovingly caressed Mulder's sweaty face and neck. "Hey, honey, how do you want us?" "I'll turn over," Mulder groaned, grabbing a pillow and hugging it under his chest. Skinner's erection twitched as he watched Mulder draw up his knees under him, presenting himself boldly to his lover. Skinner reached for the drawer at the nightstand then took out the necessary bottle. He lubed himself up then Mulder. Skinner placed one hand on Mulder's shoulder while the other steadied his heavy penis. They groaned in unison as Skinner advanced. Skinner had himself up to the hilt in one steady thrust. One arm went under Mulder's belly to support their togetherness. Skinner's other hand sought Mulder's, their desperate clasp communicating volumes to each other. "Remember when we first did this?" Skinner panted into Mulder's ear. Mulder smiled through his grimace of pleasure. "It was summer...afternoon...in the cabin," Mulder gasped an answer. He shuddered and arched at Skinner's next thrust. "We had...aaahh...we had sex almost nonstop that...weekend. First of m-many..." "Yes, it was a beautiful...weekend." Another thrust. They both gasped anew. "I'll never forget it...oh, baby!" Skinner had to pause as Mulder's inner muscles clasped his member, almost as tight as the way their hands were interlocked. Skinner moaned once again into Mulder's ear as he withdrew almost to the tip. He was on fire and words escaped him. Only the here and now of sensation existed. He grunted loudly as he plunged in again. Skinner paused as he stroked Mulder's thriving erection. He smiled in satisfaction at Mulder's hoarse cry. They moved as one, skin to skin, their cries intermingling, their hands gripping each other. Skinner's fiery kisses landed on Mulder's shoulder, neck and upturned face. Frantic hands caressed the younger man's sweat-oiled skin. One final thrust and Skinner saw stars. As his body gave all the love he could give, he almost roared in triumph as Mulder ejaculated at the same time. They fell onto their sweaty sides. Skinner refused to loosen his grip on his lover. Even their legs entwined in a bid to maintain their union. "We came together, Walter," Mulder mumbled in repletion. It was rare but very much cherished when it happened. Skinner hissed as Mulder moved, their bodies separating. The younger man shifted until he was lying on his back, his eyelids already fluttering. "Walt, I can't tell you who the toys are for. I promised." "Sssh..." Skinner said as he wiped them off. "Forget about it. Sleep." .............................. "Dana, are you sure this goes here?" "Ouch! Gently, John! Mulder said to take it easy the first time!" "You sure he told you everything there is to know about anal sex?" "No stone was left unturned...Oh, John!" "It makes an awfully loud buzzing sound, Dana...Dana...!" "Slower than slow, John. Yes...oh, yes! Those were Mulder's exact words." END OF BACCARAT PIECE: TOY STORY Feedback highly appreciated: seans13@hotmail.com BFU: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Dimension/1367/index.html ------------------------- "A beacon in the night" Mulder regarding Skinner Nisei -------------------------