Title: Discovery Author: Lilith Rating: NC-17 Sk/Sc/M –warning B&D Summary: Skinner discovers a new side of life just after he and his agents complete a case. e-mail: lilith1@angelfire.com Disclaimer: God, I wish they were mine, but no, they belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. Mulder lay stomach down on the hotel bed as he typed his notes for the day while they were still fresh in his mind. When he was done, he re-read his journal. He frowned, something was odd. He was sure it had nothing to do with the case, though, so what was it? He ran through the day’s events in his head, quickly sorting out the oddities. He took a look at his mental list and shook his head, he was cracking up. He opened a file containing previous cases that he just hadn’t had time to purge yet. He snorted, seeing the same pattern. He got up and knocked on the connecting door. "Yeah!" Scully said. Mulder went in. She was sitting at the desk, her glasses falling down her nose, her hair in wild disarray. "Scully, can I run something by you?" Mulder tossed himself onto her bed, seeds in hand. "You leave shells in here and I kill you, Mulder. What?" she muttered, pushing her glasses up. Mulder thought it was cute. He told her his latest theory. When he was done, she looked ready to commit him. "Come on, Scully, think about it; how many times has he done it to you?" he urged her. Scully frowned and thought about it. She began to count on her fingers. When she ran out of fingers, she took out a notepad and divided it down the middle. She ticked off ‘dids’ and ‘didn’ts’. When she was done, she looked at the paper; the two sides were greatly disproportionate. She showed it to Mulder, her eyes wide. "Holy shit, Skinner is a bottom!" she declared. Skinner frowned at the ringing phone, contemplating forgetting about it. Duty won. "Skinner." "Sir, could we speak to you? We’d like your input on something." "Mulder, can’t this wait until morning?" "Not really, Sir." Skinner blew out a puff of air. "I’ll be right there." He pulled his t-shirt and jeans on before walking across the hall. He noticed Scully’s door propped open and went in. The door shut behind him and locked. He quickly turned and found himself nose to nose with Mulder. "Mulder, what...?" Skinner backed up a step. "Turn, please." Mulder said. Skinner could smell the sunflower seeds on his breath. After so many years, he automatically associated the smell with Mulder no matter where he was. Skinner turned. Scully was sitting on the end of the bed, her legs primly crossed. "Forward." Mulder’s voice said silkily in his ear. Skinner flushed and took a few more steps forward. "Scully..?" "Shh. Kneel." Mulder said behind him. Without knowing why, Skinner knelt. Mulder sat next to her. "Friends do for each other, Walter." Mulder began. "You have been our friend, doing for us to the best of your ability as circumstances have allowed, but you haven’t let us to do for you. How do you think that makes us feel?" Skinner wrinkled his nose, confused. "Huh?" "We’ve discovered something interesting, Walter." Scully said. Skinner wanted to know when they began calling him Walter. "When in private, you consistently fall into a submissive role, allowing one of us to take the lead." Skinner flushed. "I what??" He couldn’t believe what he just heard. "Think about the past 5 minutes." Mulder said. "You could have insisted that we discuss whatever I called you about in the morning, you could have told us to come to your room. Instead, you are here with no questions asked. Also, in case you didn’t notice, you knelt when I told you to, no growling, nothing, you just did it and you are still there." Mulder stood up and paced. "Today, you directed a troop of yahoos all over the city, looking for that little girl. Everyone snapped to attention whenever you entered a room or spoke even a syllable. When you rode around with me, you followed my directions. You even asked my permission a couple of times to check something out." Skinner shut his eyes, not realizing that he had acted that way but remembering it now that Mulder mentioned it. "It’s alright, Walter, we won’t tell on you." Mulder walked behind him and trailed a hand across the back of his shoulders. Skinner fought against leaning into the touch. "We have an offer for you, Walter." Scully said softly. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "Either stand up and leave and we won’t speak of this, or take off your clothes and stay." Skinner felt a heat wave race through him. "I warn you, though, if you stay, you will belong to us." Skinner panicked and jumped to his feet, he took a couple of long strides to the door. He put his hands on it and stopped, his heart racing. After a moment, he slowly took his shirt off. He turned to face them, shirt dangling from one hand, shamed. Scully pointed to the floor in front of her. She motioned to his pants. He dropped the shirt over a chair and unbuttoned his jeans. They followed the t- shirt onto the chair. Naked, he knelt again. He kept his head lowered, feeling humiliated for his weakness where these two were concerned. "There’s no need to feel shame." Scully touched his jaw with a soft finger. "You honor us by staying. It says that you trust us and that you want our touch. You can stop this at anytime, just say so." Skinner moved his hands to cover his genitals. "No, never cover them unless you are told to. Hands behind your head." Scully ordered him. "Knees a little further apart. Good. You have a nice body, Walter, it pleases me very much. That cock is promising; in a moment, I will allow you to stroke yourself and show us just how promising it can be." Skinner’s flushed skin deepened in color. He knew he should just get up and walk out, but he couldn’t. "Have you been with a man before?" Mulder asked. Skinner shook his head. "I don’t hear rattling heads." Mulder said. "No, Sir, no men before." "Do you object to being with me?" he asked. Skinner shook his head and then said in an embarrassed whisper, "No, Sir, no objection." "Good." Mulder put a finger under his chin, lifting his head. He leaned down and brushed his lips across Skinner’s. "By the time you leave, you will be having a very difficult time sitting down." he promised Skinner. To Skinner’s mortification, his cock began expand. Scully leaned down and took a kiss, flicking her tongue at his lips. "You may stroke yourself now, but don’t you dare come." she instructed him. Skinner hesitantly touched himself. "Do it just as if you were alone. You may close your eyes if that helps." Mulder told him. Skinner shut his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself, centering. He moved his hand and felt the familiar sensation. His cock responded and he blessed it for not letting him down in front of them. He stroked and pulled at it, playing with his balls with the other hand, as he envisioned Mulder doing laps in the pool wearing that damned Speedo. "Alright, stop." Scully said, startling him. He looked down, his cock was full, up against his lower belly. Scully held out a small piece of leather in her hand. She reached down and took his cock in her small hands. He moaned. "You come and I’ll beat your ass for a week." she warned him. She wrapped the leather around the base and pulled tight, stopping the flow of semen. She gave the head a squeeze. "Definitely a very nice cock, Walter. If you start to feel as though your blood supply is being affected, speak up immediately no matter what you have been previously ordered. Your safety is first." "Yes, Ma’am." he said. He wanted to come but there was no way he could with that thing on. "You are going to be spanked now, Walter. This is not a punishment. You will never be touched in anger, that would be abuse. Over my knees, please." Red-faced, Skinner stood up. He wondered how he was going to get his large body over her tiny lap. "First get the hair brush out of the bathroom." she said. "And the lube and condoms." Mulder called after him. Skinner quickly went to fetch them, bringing them back to the bed. Mulder stood up, making room. Scully scooted back a little. Skinner put the lube and condoms on the bed and held out the brush with both hands upon a visual direction from Mulder. Scully took the brush and motioned him down. With a little help from Mulder, Skinner managed to drape himself over Scully’s lap. Her hands caressed his ass for a moment, going up his back and down his thighs. "You are a beauty, Walter." she murmured. He felt a flush of pride at her words. "That tight ass is going to be a pleasure to ride." Mulder commented. Skinner buried his face in the bedding. Wack! The brush hit his ass. He arched up, gasping. A hand soothed his back. "Don’t fight it. Go with the pain and it will turn." Mulder squatted down and spoke softly into his ear. Skinner grabbed his hand. The brush came down again and Skinner could feel his eyes prickling. Mulder brushed his temple with his lips. The brush came down again and fire burst across his ass. Skinner choked back a sob and turned his face into Mulder’s neck. A hand soothed his head and back, a quiet voice whispering into his ear. Scully stopped at the tenth stroke. They held him until he stopped shaking. "Stand up, turn around. Let’s see that pretty ass." Scully said, nudging him up. Skinner stood up and turned, wiping his face. "Oh, very nice. What a nice shade of red. Your olive tones are turning it more of a brick red." Scully commented. "I’m actually kinda envious." Her fair skin only sported bright reds. "Kneel." Skinner winced as his heels came into contact with his ass. Scully leaned forward and kissed him, opening his mouth with her tongue. She sat back. "When one of us warms your ass, that is not a punishment; it is a reminder to you that we own that ass and we can do with it as we please, and it pleases us to see your ass that pretty shade of red. After you have had your ass warmed, you say thank you." "Thank you. Mistress?" Scully shook her head. "Too pretentious. Just Ma’am or Dana." "Thank you, Dana." Skinner said, his eyes downcast. "For what?" he was prompted. "Thank you for.. doing for me." Scully took his face between her hands and kissed his cheek. She opened her dressing robe. She was naked underneath. She lifted a breast, caressing the nipple. Skinner felt his mouth start to water. "That was nicely said, Walter. Would you like to taste my nipple? This is a reward, Walter, don’t expect it every time." Skinner leaned forward and put his mouth to her breast, licking the nipple, tasting it, before gently sucking on it. Scully let him continue for a moment before pushing him away with an easy hand. "That’s enough." She reached down and took one of his nipples between her fingers. He moaned. "Lie on your back." He lay down and she stepped over him and squatted over his face. "Lick me, suck on my clit. No hands." she ordered him. He gazed at her pink pussy, wet and smelling wonderfully female. He did as ordered, sucking and licking at her as she rocked and moaned, flooding his mouth with her juices. She pushed herself away, tore open a condom, rolled it onto him, and repositioned herself over his cock, slowly lowering herself onto him. She rode him at her own pace, ignoring his pleas to let him come. It pleased her to lean forward and tug on his nipples with her teeth, so she did so. Skinner cried out, begging for release. Scully rode him to her own release, squeezing his cock as she came. When she was ready, she stood up with a helping hand from Mulder. She looked down at Skinner and snapped her fingers, motioning to him to kneel. He got to his knees, his cock was hurting, he needed to come so bad. He took off the condom at her imperious finger wave. "Do you know why I haven’t allowed you to come, Walter?" she asked him, catching her breath. "No, Ma’am." he said miserably. "Because, that cock is for my pleasure, not yours." She sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. She was dripping from her ride. "Lick me clean, please." she ordered. He leaned forward and gently licked her, swallowing the extra juices until she was satisfied. He could become addicted to her pussy, he thought as he lovingly tongued her. "You have a very talented mouth, Walter, someone taught you well." Scully stroked his head with a finger and brushed her lips across his. "Thank you, Dana." She sat back on the bed and Mulder took Skinner’s chin in hand, re- directing his attention. Mulder leaned down and kissed him, stroking Skinner’s tongue with his own. Skinner moaned in the back of his throat. Mulder sat up and opened his pants, taking out his cock. He stroked it a few times slowly, inches from Skinner’s face. Skinner couldn’t take his eyes off of the movement. "Suck it, Walter." He held his cock out to Skinner. Skinner wasn’t quite sure how to start so he just did what he himself liked. He kissed the tip and sucked gently on it. Mulder leaned back on his elbows, head thrown back, as Skinner took him in a little at a time, sucking firmly, licking the heated flesh. Another suck and Skinner was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. It was a strange to taste another man’s semen but he liked it. Mulder pushed him away. Skinner made a sound of disappointment. Mulder smiled. "Oh, don’t worry, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to drink my come. Right now, though, you are going to stand up and bend over the bed so that I can fuck your ass." Mulder stood up and striped off his jeans and shirt, caressing his own chest and stroking his nipples, pulling at his cock. Skinner groaned. Mulder swatted his ass. Skinner winced at the fire in his still red backside. "Now, not tomorrow." Mulder swatted him again for dallying around. Skinner jumped and quickly leaned over the bed, his ass open and waiting to be filled. Mulder caressed him and spanked him a few more times until Skinner began to squirm. Another swat and he was told not to move. Skinner kept himself still. Mulder reached for the lube. Skinner felt a finger touch his entrance and tensed. "Don’t tense like that, just breath out." Skinner took a breath and breathed out. The finger slipped in. "That’s it." Mulder crooned, working his finger in and out until Skinner was relaxed and enjoying it. Another finger joined the first. Every once in a while, the other hand would slap a cheek. Skinner spread his legs a little more. The fingers withdrew and something larger pushed at his entrance. He whimpered a little. "Breath out, Walter." Mulder reminded him. Skinner did the breathing exercise and all of a sudden his ass was filled with Mulder’s cock. "Oh, God." he moaned. Mulder pulled back and pushed in again. Skinner could not believe the sensation. He saw lightning as the cock rubbed against his prostate. It reminded him that he needed to come and couldn't. Mulder moved faster, harder, taking his ass, using Skinner until he came with a grunt and a hiss. He withdrew and took off the condom, dropping it in the trash. Mulder pointed to the floor and Skinner knelt. He presented himself to Skinner’s face. "Clean it." Skinner licked and sucked at the deflating cock, cleaning the semen off, savoring the taste. "Unless I say otherwise, it will be your job to remove the condom and clean me off. Understand?" Mulder sat down when Skinner was done. "Yes, Sir." "Why did I take your ass?" Mulder asked him. Skinner was having a hard time thinking, his cock was throbbing with pent up semen. "Because it’s your ass to take?" Mulder patted his cheek. "You have a nice tight ass, Walter, I’m going to enjoy doing that quite often." Mulder promised him. "Yes, Sir." Skinner was absurdly pleased. Scully moved up to the edge again, crossing one leg over the other. "Kiss my ankles, gently, little kisses." she said. Skinner placed light butterfly kisses on her ankles and the tops of her feet, kissing each tiny toe. "Here’s how this is going to go; if Mulder gives you an order that contradicts mine, speak up immediately. If you don’t, you will be punished twice; once for breaking my orders and once for not speaking up. If I give an order that contradicts Mulder’s, speak up. We will decide how to proceed. If you want out of the relationship, say so. We want a happy sub, not an unhappy one." Skinner continued to worship her delicate ankle, braving little cat licks. Want out? Hell, no! "We play with another woman, Walter, is that going to be a problem for you?" Scully asked. Skinner paused and looked up. Another woman? "I’m not sure." he said honestly. "She’s very nice, very sweet, and very beautiful. And she licks pussy very well. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you watch." Scully leaned over to whisper to him. Skinner flushed. "A very talented mouth." Mulder commented. Scully re-crossed her legs, switching to the other one. Skinner gave that petite ankle the same kisses as the first one. Scully sighed and turned over, stretching out on her belly, her pretty white ass moving suggestively in Skinner’s face. Skinner gulped. Mulder lay next to her, caressing her back, whispering to her. Scully smiled at him and kissed him, flicking her tongue at his lips. Skinner almost whined like an ignored dog. Mulder stroked her ass, lightly running his finger tips over her flesh. Scully giggled and wiggled her hips. She spread her legs. Skinner could see her pussy just before Mulder’s hand blocked his view. Scully sighed and lifted her hips a little as Mulder stroked her, rubbing her clit, putting a couple of fingers inside of her. "Turn over on your back, don’t be selfish, let Walter see." Mulder crooned in her ear. Scully turned over, lifting her knees up, feet flat on the bed. Mulder rubbed her clit on small circles while sucked at a nipple, tugging gently with his teeth and licking the hard nub. "Oh, Mulder, yes." she moaned. He slid two fingers into her while his thumb continued to circle her clit. Scully emitted a high pitched squeak. She pulled her knees up, thrusting her hips. Skinner almost dove in. "Come on, baby, come for me." Mulder moved his hand faster at her breathless request. "That’s it, God, you’re so beautiful." he whispered to her. Skinner silently nodded his head, agreeing. "Oh, God, Mulder, yes.. no, to the left a little.. wait.. there! Yes! Oh, God!!!" Scully let out a screech, her hips shaking as Mulder continued to stroke her through her orgasm. She caressed his torso and face, pulling him down for a deep kiss as she calmed down. Skinner’s mouth was watering; he wanted to lick Mulder’s fingers and then Scully’s pussy. Mulder leaned down and gently licked at her pussy. Skinner whimpered. Mulder looked at him and smiled. He held out his fingers. Skinner eagerly took them into his mouth, licking off every drop of Scully’s satin liquid while Mulder continued to take care of her. While Scully lay catching her breath, Mulder rolled over onto his stomach. "Walter, let’s find out about that tongue of yours. Lick my ass." he said as he put a pillow under his hips. He lay his head on his crossed arms and got comfortable. Skinner looked at Mulder’s ass perched up so invitingly, his genitals peaking through his legs teasingly. Skinner hesitantly moved forward, putting his hands on Mulder’s thighs. The muscles were toned, long and thin, runner’s legs. Unable to resist, Skinner kissed each side. Mulder moaned approvingly. Encouraged, Skinner kissed higher, flicking out his tongue at the salty flesh, higher and higher until he reached the curve of Mulder’s ass. He covered the tight cheeks with more kisses and licks before going into the center line, licking his way down. Mulder spread his legs out more. Skinner gently held the cheeks open and looked at the tiny hole. "What are you waiting for?" Mulder asked. "I’m looking at you." Skinner answered without thinking. Mulder chuckled. "Like what you see?" Scully asked sleepily. "Oh, yeah." Skinner put his tongue to the hole and Mulder drew a breath. Skinner licked the hole, enjoying the sensation it created on his tongue. He poked inside gently. Mulder moved his legs some more until his knees were under him. Skinner rimmed him, moving in and out of the hole, taking pride in Mulder’s moans of pleasure. "Play with my balls while you do that." he muttered. Skinner did as ordered and took the balls in hand, kneading them firmly, tugging them the way he pulled on his own. "Oh, yeah, that’s good. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?" Mulder asked suspiciously. Skinner took his mouth away long enough to answer. "You asked if I’d ever been with a man, Sir, you never asked if I’d rimmed an ass before." He put his tongue back in and Mulder arched his back. "Remind me to beat you for that impertinence." he moaned. Skinner continued to tongue his ass as Mulder rocked back and forth. Mulder reached beneath and held his cock back. "Suck me off." he ordered Skinner. Skinner took the cock into his mouth and sucked on it, anxious for the flood of salty cream to spill over his tongue. He was rewarded for his wait a minute later when Mulder groaned, releasing his semen into Skinner’s waiting mouth. Skinner drank him, trying not to choke on his first taste of come. He sucked at the deflating penis, making sure he got all the juices before releasing Mulder. Mulder collapsed, breathing heavy. He was laughing weakly. "Shit, Walter, you are full of surprises, aren’t you? You did that very well." "Thank you, Sir." Skinner was flushed at the praise. He could not believe that an hour ago he was in his room, bored, getting ready for bed. Now here he was, his ass red from a beating and from being fucked, his cock aching, and his stomach filled with cum and pussy juice. And he was happy! "Please." he begged. The two on the bed looked down at him. "Hmmm?" Scully said, half asleep. Skinner looked down at his cock. "Oh. You may take that off and come." she granted him. Mulder handed him a tissue. Skinner untied the leather strap with relief and stroked himself. He came quickly, yelling out as he emptied himself into the tissue. The two had sat up to watch him, looking at him with a great deal of love and affection. Scully leaned over, taking his chin in hand. She kissed him lightly. "You pleased us both very much tonight. I’m glad you chose to stay. Go to bed, you need to get some sleep before our plane out in the morning. Oh, keep that cock strap with you. I want you wearing it tomorrow. All day. I want to see a nice discrete bulge in those dress pants." she ordered him. Skinner flushed again. "Yes, Ma’am." Just as he was about to get dressed, he remembered something. He picked up the brush and knelt in front of Mulder again. "You said to remind you to beat me, Sir." He held out the brush with both hands. Mulder took it and caressed his face. He stood up. "Lean over the bed." he ordered. Skinner stood up and leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed. The brush came down on his sore ass and he felt himself suddenly relax, going with each stroke, allowing the pain to flow through him. He discovered that it took him to a different threshold of pleasure. His ass was on fire and he loved it. At the tenth stroke, Mulder set the brush down. Skinner was panting, his body quivering. Mulder stood him straight and put his arms around Skinner, soothing him, caressing his back. "Go get some sleep. Be back here in the morning just before we leave for the airport. And Walter, no masturbating, ever, while we are in this arrangement. If you feel you need to, call one of us first and get permission. Understand?" Scully warned him. "Yes, Ma’am." He dressed, wincing as the fabric came in contact with his ass. God, he was going to have to sit for hours on a plane the next day. He was kissed by his owners and sent off to bed. A feeling of contentment rushed over him. Maybe they would beat him again in the morning, he thought hopefully. The End –part 1?