TITLE: Lifting Weights

NAME: frogdoggie

E-MAIL: frogdoggie@hotmail.com

CATEGORY: SRA

RATING: NC-17. SK/SC, M/SK. This story contains very explicit Slash and Het Sex. So, if you don’t like that type of thing - STOP NOW! Forewarned is forearmed. Proceed with caution.

SUMMARY: Skinner and Scully explore their part of the M/SK/SC relationship that began in "The Threefold Charm". This story a short piece in the "Baton Rouge" series. Obviously you may want to read the series to understand this narrative. The "Baton Rouge" series can be found on my web site at: https://www.squidge.org/3wstop.

FEEDBACK - YES PLEASE, AND THANK YOU SIR, CAN I HAVE ANOTHER? Comments, suggestions and healthy debate are always welcome. Flames? They only serve to warm my body and mind.

TIMESPAN/SPOILER WARNING.: Sixth season just before Two Father's/One Son I think - in my timeline. ROFL. Oh - and NO SR819! So, I've kind of reinvented the mytharc for my AU. Sorry if that bothers you - feel free to go elsewhere if it does. I won't mind.

KEYWORDS: story slash Skinner Mulder Scully NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Walter Skinner, Dana Scully and all other X-Files characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen Productions and 20th Century FOX Broadcasting. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from their use.

Please ask me before you archive my work. I usually don't mind but I do like to know where my stories are going. Thanks much.

*Authors note: This is a short story in the "Baton Rouge Series". Ok, I couldn't give it up quite yet. <g>. There will probably be more of these types of stories in the future. All will feature M/SK/SC or some combination of that 3-way relationship. This particular story is told from Walter Skinner's perspective.

I have to thank Sean Spencer and Kiyoko Ishimura for the inspiration their "Baccarat Figurines Universe" stories have given to the format for this continuing saga. I've shamelessly drawn on their idea for shorter installments that relate back to the original story. Thanks Sean and Kiyoko!

Thanks also to Holmes for beta reading help on this one. Scully would have been less Scully if not for Holme's kind intervention and sound advice.

Written during March of 1999.

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Lifting Weights by frogdoggie

Friday, June 11, 1999. 1 PM. The J. Edgar Hoover Building.

AD. Walter Skinner's Office.

I feel the gentle vibration next to my hip that tells me I may need privacy to return a phone call.

Pager. Mulder's idea. One of those ultra small vibrating pagers. Mulder got them through one of Frohike's connections. Now, when one of us wants one of the others to contact them, they simply buzz and the vibration tells us a call needs to be made.

I put mine on in the morning, under my jacket and in back of my holster where its attached to my belt. The device lies inside my pants, next to my shirt, however so I can feel it when it signals me. Sometimes the pager vibrates right around this time of day - on the late lunch hour I take if I even get a lunch hour. The page gives me an excuse to get out, stretch my legs, and call Mulder and/or Scully if they're in the field. Sometimes, as in this case, I may quite possibly meet one or both of them outside the building since they're both in residence at the J. Edgar Hoover.

I unclip the pager and glance at the face. Scully for sure. Ah...well it's a walk to the park nearby then to meet her. I smile slightly, re-clip the pager and push my chair back so I can get up. I'm stiff. I stretch my hands up high above my head and twist from side to side. A quick snap and I crack my back. Yeah, the walk will do me good.

I exit my office, walking over to stand in front of Kimberly Cook's desk. Kim just came back from her lunch hour.

"Is it nice out, Kim?"

"It's beautiful out, sir. Are you going for a walk?"

"Yes, I can use the stretch. I'm going to lunch. I'll be back in about an hour," I nod at her, smiling a bit.

"All right. Enjoy the weather, sir."

"Thank you, Kim." I reply as I turn and leave.

xXx

The Park, nearby.

I can see Scully waiting. She's not hard to spot, seated on a bench. Her severe dark suit contrasts wonderfully with her red hair gleaming in the afternoon sun. It really is a fantastic day. The walk over here was very relaxing. I feel a whole lot less tense.

"Hey," Scully smiles shyly as I approach her.

"Hey," I reply, echoing her. I stop to stand in front of her.

Scully and I haven't been together since Crossroads. I mean as lovers. She's been with Mulder and I've been with Mulder, once each since we got back. No three way scenes either. Logistics haven't favored us at all. Two words will tell you why - the job. So, Scully and I are a little...nervous around each other? Shy and reserved perhaps? I think it's natural. We still have things we need to discuss. I think the heat of our moments together surprised us both. Surprised us all really - even Mulder if truth be told. I know it all surprised the hell out of me. Christ, no kidding.

So, we've kept things casual. On Fridays, after work, later so the building is mostly cleared out, we work out together in the company gym. She's doing exceedingly well with the weight lifting program. I spot for her and she spots for me. We have a weight lifting date tonight as a matter of fact...at least I think we do...

"Are we still on for tonight?" I ask her, seating myself down next to her when she shifts over.

"Oh yes. I'm looking forward to it. Have you had lunch by the way?" she smiles.

"No. Have you?"

"Not yet - and I think it's my turn to buy. I thought you might like a lunch break - on me."

"So it is, and yes I would," I reply with a nod, "How about Thai? I see Max has his cart parked over there, " I add gesturing to indicate the Thai food vendor who usually offers spicy noodles once the weather is decent.

"Oh, that does sound good," Scully agrees and we get up to amble over towards the cart.

"So did Mulder keep the dental appointment?" I ask, making idle conversation. I know there's a reason she's asked to meet me, but it may take her a bit to get to it. That's fine. I'm more than happy to just stroll with her and enjoy her company.

"Yes! I saw to it that he went. I practically had to kick his butt out the door to get him to go, but he's keeping the appointment."

I chuckle.

"Thank you. I was getting rather tired of hearing him complain about that lost filling."

"God, so was I. He had to forgo the sunflower seeds, and it was worse than someone trying to quit smoking."

"I hear you. Well he'll come back drooling a little, but at least we won't have to listen to him bitch any more."

"Amen," Scully laughs as we reach the cart.

We order our spicy noodles. Max serves them up in the bio-degradable pressed paper bowls he keeps on hand. Scully pays. We leave the cart and meander along until we find another empty bench. We seat ourselves to enjoy the meal.

We eat in companionable silence for a few moments. The dish is savory. The spices make my lips tingle. I notice one of the longer noodles gives Scully some trouble as she's working it into her mouth. Sauce splatters on her chin. I reach over with my napkin and dab at the dripping mess before it can fall on her suit.

Our eyes meet for a moment and I can see the spark in hers. A warm flush spreads through me and I curl up the corner of my mouth a little. She looks down and I pull the napkin away. She sighs almost imperceptibly as I dive in for some more of my own noodles.

"Walter...I was just wondering..." she begins.

Ok. Now we're getting to the crux of today's meeting.

"Yeah?"

"Well - next Friday Mulder's leaving early to go to Connecticut..."

"Right. Something to do with his father's estate. He's not overly excited about seeing his mother but this is important business I take it."

"Yes, I got that impression as well. At any rate, he'll be gone all weekend. I was just wondering if...well if maybe you'd like to have dinner at my apartment after we get done in the gym? That is if you don't have any other plans."

"Oh."

"If you have plans I'll understand..." she starts to qualify her words.

I consider the idea. It might be very pleasant. Yeah. I'd like it. If we're discreet we should be able to manage the rendezvous. I know Frohike and Langly did the debug on her place just the other day. Sure, why not. It could be a marvelous evening.

Something in the back of my mind quakes a bit with a mixture of dread and delight. I can see what's going on here between us. What may go on between us next Friday night. God. I...I still have trouble believing she'd want me...that I'd want her this badly. But I do, and she does too...it's undeniable. I squash the doubts and case of nerves down as best I can so when I answer her my voice won't crack like a pubescent teenager.

"No. I don't have any other plans. I should be free too because I think this push on the Garibaldi case should be over by that time. God, at least I hope it will be over by then. Sure. If I'm not at the Hoover building baby sitting Patterson in VCS I'd enjoy having dinner with you. What are we having?"

"Lasagna," she smiles. She looks vastly relieved and I smile wide at her so she'll know I'm sincere.

"I'm there - definitely. Do you want me to just follow you from the building to your place? Can I bring anything - wine?"

"That would work out fine. Great, on all counts," she replies. Then she glances at me and ads, "So are you seeing Mulder this weekend?" with a wicked little smirk.

"Yes. You know he's coming over Saturday evening. After he leaves your place," I tease her. Mulder's going to be a busy boy this weekend. Hope he eats his Wheaties.

She actually giggles.

"God, Walter..."

"I know this gets to be like a Twilight Zone episode sometimes."

"Or a Soap Opera. Like the *Young and the Restless*"

"Speak for yourself," I bark a quick laugh. So does she.

"Wait...better yet...with Mulder it would have to be Baywatch," she giggles again.

"With Mulder, if it's a soap...it has to be General Hospital," I quip.

Scully lets loose with a sparkling peal of laughter at my slightly sick little joke.

"Oh Lord, I shouldn't laugh but...that's so true," she sputters.

We both laugh together trying to finish our food at the same time which engenders even more sputtering. Finally we calm down enough to clean our bowls like good little Fibbies with only an hour to eat.

Scully glances at her watch, "Oh, I'd better get back. We're expecting a phone call from a witness soon. I need to be there to field it since Mulder's at the dentist."

"Yeah, I told Kim I'd be gone an hour. I'd better get back too," I nod, getting up. She rises as well, and I offer to take her empty bowl, fork, and used napkin.

"Thank you kind sir," she smiles at me.

When I take the bowl our hands brush for a moment. I feel a jolt to my groin that almost makes me drop the paper container. Scully and I juggle it for a moment and then I have it safely in hand.

She looks up at me, her face slightly flushed, "I'll see you in the gym, tonight, Walter," she whispers.

"Looking forward to it," I reply with a smile.

She turns, and leaves my side, beginning her walk back to the building. I saunter over to one of the trash cans that sit close to the bench we just vacated, toss the lunch refuse in one, and head back to my own desk. My step's a little lighter as I make my way, my heart a little lighter too. My stomach? It's content but...filled with anxious anticipation.

xXx

Sunday, June 13, 1999. 7 PM. Villa Towers, Crystal City

You know...I turned 47 on June 6th. Do I feel older? No. In fact I feel younger then I've felt in years. Alive. Vigorous. Damn straight I don't feel old. I feel friggin' fine.

I had a low key birthday celebration. It had to be low key. I worked so much overtime after my vacation I was in the damn office on my birthday weekend. Went to the Unitarian church on Sunday morning and the church of J. Edgar Hoover on Sunday afternoon. I was in attendance for evening services too.

Yeah it sucked for the most part. I ended up eating take out Chinese at my desk - for lunch and dinner. But...I did field first one surprise cell phone call from Mulder and then one from Scully. It was...well those calls were something else...very special under the circumstances. So, I got two short breaks outside the confines of the four FBI walls a least. Felt damn good too.

Mulder and Scully insist they're going to throw me a proper birthday party. The July 4th holiday has been bandied about as a possible date. I don't know if I should be elated or terrified over the prospect. God knows what my lovers may come up with there.

Lovers! Christ on a crutch. I'm still trying to get used to that idea. *Rock Walter's World* doesn't even come close to the boogie my mind is doing trying to wrap itself around that concept.

But you know...I think once the wrapping is complete the gift is going to be more than to my liking. Oh yeah. It'll be more than suitable. It's definitely part of the reason I feel like a new man. Like someone who loves and is liked and loved and is beginning to finally realize he deserves to be liked and loved in return.

But...there are still issues. Fuck - there are always issues when it comes to Mulder. Yeah - and now I find some when it comes to Scully as well. I really enjoyed seeing her in the park on Friday. Had a very good time working out with her later in the day. She went home to meet Mulder at her apartment. I had to chuckle a little because she flew out of the gym, barely taking the time to shower.

But Scully and I are still ironing things out. Her invitation to dinner...well I know where it may lead and...ok. I'm nervous about it. It's disturbing me to no end. I feel like a 16 year old school kid again. I really do not like that feeling. Ah, Hell. I guess we'll have to discuss the situation. But if I get lucky it won't be next weekend. Get lucky? Oh Right. Yeah that's the point this whole matter revolves around isn't it? The linchpin at the center of my world right now, all right. I've got to discuss the whole sexuality thing with her at some point I suppose. God, this is so complicated now. My conscience is telling me I'm a friggin' coward. And son of a bitch - I know the damn things right. But....I'm still debating....thinking...trying to...think....but right at the moment it's lucky I can put two and two together.

No, it's too...uh...hard. Forget it. Mulder is too persuasive. Right now Fox Mulder is doing his best to drive every logical thought out of my head with his very talented mouth. His mouth on mine. God, I love the way he tastes. I'm leaning back into the couch and holding his head to my face, crushing him against me so I can get every inch of his questing tongue.

"Mmmmmm" is just about all I can manage to say. Moan and sound like I have no head at all. Well...no big head anyway.

We break apart and he pulls back, smirking at me.

"I'll have to go to church with you more often Walter. I think it's inspired me."

Mulder went to church with me this morning. It was the first time he's shown any interest whatsoever in my religion. I was surprised he wanted to attend with me. Shocked really - but very pleasantly so, nonetheless. So we went. Well...not together. We drove over in separate cars and then pretended to meet outside as if by accident. Idiotic I know but we're all still paranoid about the relational dynamics here. Mulder hasn't even told the Lone Gunmen about the latest menage a trois development. Scully is uncomfortable with the idea. Mulder and I are respecting her wishes not to divulge the arrangement with anyone beyond Dennis and Phil up in Crossroads.

At any rate, I invited Mulder to sit with me in the pew for Pastor Gregg's service. It was very uplifting and I did notice that Fox seemed to be listening. He laughed at some of Joe Gregg's jokes. I was very touched when, for the final prayer, as we knelt together he did bow his head and his hand found mine. He held my hand, almost in defiance. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him mouth the prayer's words. The Lord's prayer. "I will fear no evil". Words to live by in our line of work for sure. I felt a lump in my throat as the prayer concluded and Fox released my hand.

We waited until most of the congregation had left, and then I took Fox over to meet Pastor Gregg. Joe's gay. He knows I am as well - well he's known me as gay anyway. He's ministered to me during a couple of difficult times. He also knows what I do for a living and most important - he keeps his lips zipped about a lot of things.

I introduced Fox to Joe Gregg and I was very proud to say, "This is Fox Mulder, my partner." Mulder turned red but he didn't bolt. He smiled, and we had a polite conversation with the Pastor. Joe ended by welcoming him to the congregation and Fox thanked him for an interesting sermon. I noticed he didn't say, "Thanks I'll see you next Sunday." But his genuinely courteous response was a small step. I can hope he'll attend again. I'd really like him too.

We drove back home, once again in separate vehicles. It's great to have one of our rare days here in my apartment. We've been together all day. Watching TV, goofing off. Making out. Lunch. dinner together. I was willing to risk it. Mulder finally talked me into letting Frohike, Byers and Langly debug the place. I suppose I have to have some confidence that their efforts will work. I want too trust that it will. After all, if the de-bugging works it means Fox and I can hang out here more often instead of some cheap motel. And if it means it'll get him into church too. Well...then so much the better.

But right now I can tell that although he went along on the religious thing - he's not comfortable with the idea even now. So, he's coming out with the glib remarks. The humor he uses to cover his discomfort about things that he'd rather not have to deal with at any given time. Ok, I can meet him halfway here. I mean he's worth it. God, no question there. We'll work on the Unitarian business later.

"I don't think this qualifies as spiritual inspiration," I growl low at him, going along with whatever game he has up his sleeve. His smirk widens.

"I had all that talk about the sins of the flesh in mind, actually..."

"Fuck..."

"Eventually...but more foreplay first, I think," he grins wide and swoops in for another kiss. This time he grabs either side of my head and I'm being devoured. Yeah, suck me down. All of me.

Christ this guy could be a natural top if we were into that lifestyle. I might just let him too. I mean sometimes I have a very strong desire to relinquish that kind of control. I know I want him to fuck me up the ass right now, for instance. Yes sir.

His kiss is so hot I can hardly breath. Intense. Just like everything Mulder does. He goes at it whole hog. Hook line and...Jesus I'm sinking all right. Muther.

He lets go of my mouth and I just manage to gasp.

"Bed."

"I thought I'd like to take a shower first," he laughs and then abruptly he pulls away. He's off the couch in a flash before I can grab him. He heads off at a lope towards the hallway that leads up to the bedroom and the bathroom.

"You asshole," I snarl..."not if I catch you first!"

Mulder's gone in a flash of denim clad ass, laughing that high pitched laugh he gives up when he's really going to go nuts on me. Good. After the crappy work week I've had a little Mulder mania is probably just what the doctor ordered. Besides, when he's in this kind of mood...mind blowing sex isn't far behind.

I dash off after him at a dead run coming up even with the bathroom door just as he's popped inside. I slam in after him, too fast to stop and end up slipping and almost careening into the vanity. I'm laughing as I feel Mulder come up behind me. He grabs my right arm and twists it up behind my back, hard. I'm pushed forward into the vanity. He pins me against it. He presses close, forcing me forward with his body pressure. I can feel his cock against me. He's getting hard. I smile. I could turn around and reverse this situation so easily. Mulder really wouldn't have a chance to resist. But...I don't want too. I relax against the vanity and look up into the mirror to see us both in the reflection.

Mulder looks feral, sensuous and seductive. God he looks so handsome. There's still a wicked gleam of fun in his eyes but there's a sly sexuality there as well. Arousal floods my body, pooling heavily in my groin. I breathe out with a long sigh and bend my head down to stare into the sink. Mulder speaks.

"Getting slow, old man,"

"You think so?" I whisper.

"Yeah."

I struggle then, with vehemence. Looking up into the mirror, I see just enough panic in his eyes to know he knows I could best him if I really wanted to do it. I smile and relax against the vanity again. He smiles wide and bending forward, licks the back of my neck.

I hiss in pleasure and look down again, breathing in short pants.

"Say uncle," he purrs into my ear.

"Uncle," I whisper.

"Good man," he replies, caressing my side. He spins me around by my arm and I'm pressed tight against him. We're nose to nose.

"Strip," he commands.

I grin a little and so does he.

"You want a show, or just the *bare necessities?" I ask him as he steps back and leans against the wall, arms crossed. I glance down at his crotch to see the bulge straining there. I look back up into his face.

"Tease me," he answers, licking that luscious lower lip of his.

"Please me," I answer with a chuckle.

"You will...and so will I," he answers cryptically.

So, I strip. Off with the jeans. Off with the black t-shirt. Off with it all - one piece at a time and as provocatively as I can manage. I can tease but - well...I'm not subtle at it. I mean come on. Yeah, well - I guess I can grab my crotch with the best of 'em. Still...I'm no Chippendale dancer or anything. But, I do the best I can. I wiggle my ass a little. Hey, I know what Fox likes. Mulder watches with rapt attention anyway. He even keeps his eyes on me as I fold my clothes and ceremoniously place them on the closed toilet seat.

I guess I manage well enough because by the time I'm standing there buck naked, Fox's eyes are hooded with lust, and he has all he can do to stop from panting.

Silently he undresses as I watch, tossing his clothing over the edge of the tub. He walks forward and stands close. His growing erection twitches between us.

"Assume the position," he orders.

"Yes, sir," I hiss getting further into the spirit of things.

I turn and bend over, bracing myself by placing my forearms on the vanity top. Mulder steps forward and moves my legs apart farther by shoving each in turn with his naked foot.

"Don't move yet," he husks.

I shift a little just to get better balance on my feet and Fox slaps me on the ass, hard.

"I said don't move."

"Yes, sir," I reply standing steady.

I have to smile a bit to myself though. Mulder, if he put his mind to it, could climb that Fibbie corporate ladder if he could maintain this act. Oh yeah. He could manage the AD game I think. Maybe. On force of this personality alone. He'd give 'em a run for their money. Fox steps close and I can feel his cock rub up against the cleft between my butt cheeks. He starts to rub himself against me, slowly and erotically. I shut my eyes, and tuck my head down into my neck. I'm breathing harder.

"Like it?" he whispers.

"Yeah,"

"Hmmm, me too. I'm getting it up for you, Walter"

"You're dripping all ready."

"You know it, lover. I'm hot for you big man.

"Feels like hot steel," I reply, licking my lips.

"Oh yeah," he sighs, working his gorgeous cock all over my ass.

"You can move your ass now, big man. I wanna feel you move it," he whispers.

I rub back against his cock, rocking gently at his command. I concentrate on the sensations of his erection thickening against me. Electrical arcs of sexual tension are spreading from my ass up my spine and down all over my body. I'm excited but...well...I'm not getting hard all that fast. Things are happening but not quickly. Ok. Some parts of me aren't as young as they used to be, all right? I mean I am 47 years old. After a hellacious week like the one I just had it's going to take a little hand or mouth stimulation to get me completely ready for action. What can I say? It's just life, ok? So, get a life. Please.

Mulder reaches forward and when he finds me still pretty much flaccid...I know he understands. He caresses me gently and then I feel him shift down. He's kneeling behind me and then his tongue and lips begin to lick and suck my scrotum.

"God!" I exclaim in surprise.

I feel him smile around my nuts and then he laves them, finally rolling my testicles around in the loose skin. I groan then, loudly, and he chuckles. It tickles and I bark a laugh.

Suddenly he reverses his whole body. He sits, his legs out straight, and gripping my thighs, slides forward. I look down and I can see his smirking face between my body and the vanity. The cross medallion around my neck is pointing at his nose.

"Surprise! Just like slidin' under your 61' Chevy."

I laugh like hell for a minute, and he joins me. As soon as I can speak, I do.

"Well, Mulder how about a lube job? Come on, drain my oil."

"All in good time, all in good time, Mr. Goodwrench. I need to work on this crank shaft first."

My head snaps back, and I can't help it. I cry out when he swallows my cock whole.

"Fffox!"

I grab hold of the edge of the vanity. I'm still bent over and I can't straighten up because Mulder's got me pinned by my dick very successfully. Like I care that I can't move. I force my head back to look down so I can watch him working me over and over. He's holding the base of my cock with one hand and massaging my nuts with the other. I watch in fascination as his mouth stretches so he can take me down, and as it relaxes when he moves back up to the end. His cheeks hollow and the suction is exquisite beyond belief. He's shut his eyes so he can concentrate on just the sensitive areas on and around the glans. Oh, man, I'm getting hard now. Fucking A. Oh yeah baby. Like granite. Stone. Ah....Jesus.

"You're good," I hiss out between clenched teeth. "So good to me."

He releases my cock with a wet, smacking sound and looks up. My pre-cum glistens on his smiling lips.

"I love your cock," he purrs languidly.

I nod, swallowing hard, "I love it when you do that...that...Jesus."

"That thing that I do?"

"All of it. Everything. I love it all."

He chuckles and taking my now erect dick in his hand again, he kisses the tip and moves back between my legs. He stands up and leans over me, his erection tipped up and trapped between his groin and my ass.

He kisses the back of my neck and then trails kisses down my spine. His hands come up around my chest and he pinches and rolls my nipples roughly, between his fingers. I'm panting hard now, mumbling bullshit that I usually end up babbling right about now. I'm wiggling under him. Shamelessly grinding against his cock. He's gasping as he works his wet mouth back up to the base of my neck.

"Lube?" he husks out when he reaches the vicinity of my ear.

"Drawer on your left," I nod indicating the vanity drawer.

He stands up again and opens the drawer quickly, pulling out the Astroglide, and I notice also, a condom from the box of Trojans I keep in there as well. I grin a little wickedly. Yeah, he's almost gonna blow. Needs that rubber to last. Just goes to show how much he burns for me. Does my ego good to know that at 47, I've still got what it takes to make a lover want me that much.

We're both silent for a few minutes. I can hear him unwrap the condom, and the telltale sound of rubber being worked over tight flesh. I can hear him as he squirts the Astroglide into the palm of his hand. The bottle goes back on the vanity. The sounds of him rubbing the lube around to warm it up makes my cock throb. He's making a little humming noise and I bet he doesn't even know he's making it. I smile and then grimace with pleasure as Fox strokes between my ass cheeks for the first time.

"Tight here, Walter," he observes a little worried but not overly so.

"Yeah, I've kept up the Kegels...uh," I grunt as he works one finger in.

"You ok?" he asks, working the finger in and out slowly. I breath in deep and relax.

"It's fine. I...yeah, more than fine." I open my mouth a little more as he slides the second finger in and starts that internal dance I love so well. He keeps that up for a while, stretching me gradually, avoiding my prostate. I can feel the inner ring of muscle loosening as he angles and strokes deeper. God it's so good.

"Three," he advises at last, and the third finger is in and moving with the others before I know it. His left hand rests on my hip. He squeezes the muscles there in counterpoint to his thrusting fingers.

"Oh man, oh man," I groan, rocking my hips. Mulder has the most beautiful hands. So dexterous. He always knows just the way I like to be finger fucked as well. He brushes my prostate.

"Gggaaa!" I yelp, clenching my ass cheeks, and ramming back into his hand. I'm trying to draw him in deep.

"Jesus..." he breathes out giggling, "you really are a tight-ass."

He removes his fingers and I sigh at the loss. I can hear him going for more lube and then slicking up his dick. I glance over as the lube is again set next to my arm on top of the vanity.

"You know it, and you love it monster boy. Come on, fuck me. Give it here," I growl, letting the words out in a rush. Christ I'm gonna die here if he doesn't give me his cock. And with the mood he's in I know he's gonna love hearing me beg for it. Hell yeah - I'll beg. I want it bad.

"Was that an order, sir?" he teases, his latex clad dick pressing against my anus.

"Damn straight it was an order, agent. Your AD wants you to fuck him up the ass. Now get on with it," I reply. I can't help it - I'm starting to laugh. The shaking sends Mulder's cock vibrating against me and I bawl out a groan this time. For God's sake!

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't quite catch that? I thought you were giving me an order."

"Whatever..." I moan.

"Well I think it might be more polite...nicer...if you said...oh I don't know...something like...pretty please."

"Oh for Christ sake...Fox, I'm gonna die here. Give it to me."

"Well..." he replies, and then he pulls back a little.

"PRETTY PLEASE, FUCK ME UP THE ASS!" I yell.

"OK," he laughs and then he pushes forward, imbedding himself with one sure stroke.

"FUCK YES!" I cry out.

And then he's moving against me, grabbing my hips and thrusting in and out with long, sure pumps.

"Walter...." He moans, slamming into me. I know he's gone. Really into the moment. I want him this way tonight. Rough. I'll admit it. I like to fuck poised just on the edge of pain sometimes. The pleasure that follows is unbelievable. Fox seems to know just how to bring this off too. I guess maybe it's the profiler in him. He gets into my head during our lovemaking and knows instinctively what I want and need at any given time we're together. He knows now. He knows I want him to ride me like hell.

"Bastard!" I hiss, "Yeah do it. Hard, baby. God I love it," and that seems to be just the words he wants to hear. He groans loudly and picks up the pace further until we're huffing with the effort.

Both of us are ramming into each other, sweating, cursing. Mulder is sobbing with the effort to hold back. He's hitting my prostate with almost every stroke and I can feel the trembling starting in all my leg muscles that signals I'm gonna shoot soon.

"Come on baby, let go. Come on. Cum for me," I gasp out at last. I mean this guys gonna bust his hump here if he doesn't come soon. I can feel how tight his nuts are every time they slap my ass. I know he's too far gone to think about cranking me, but it's not gonna matter. I can take care of it. It's not gonna take much.

At last I feel him tense against me. His hips have gone on autopilot. Up until now I've had my eyes shut in concentration just savoring the moment, but now I want to see him. To see us joined together. I look up into the mirror at the reflection and my breath catches in my chest.

Mulder behind me, his upper body thrown back, head tilted back too. His neck muscles cording as his skin flushes red. Eyes rolling up in their sockets. Eyes shut tight then. A rictus of ecstasy transforms his face into something I can't even describe. Beautiful. He's so beautiful. Sweat runs down his face and his chest, pooling where we're joined. Incredibly he's letting go of my hips and just letting momentum carry his hips forward and back, rocking into oblivion. I watch as his whole body starts to convulse with his orgasm. He screams with it.

"GGGGOOOOOD!" he yells loudly, grabbing my hips again to thrust home hard. I feel his genitals jerk and then he's emptying himself into me, into the condom but I can still feel it as he continues to thrust spastically against my ass.

I grab hold of the vanity and squeeze down on his cock.

"Fffuck!" he gasps and his eyes close in pleasure. That's all brother. I reach down and forward, stroke that spot on the underside of my glans that I know is going to send me to Heaven along with my lover. My hoarse shout makes Mulder grab for me and he connects with my dick just in time to have me spurt cum all over his fist.

"JESUS!" I cry out at the last. My senses shatter as I rock into his hand. I go both fuck blind and mute and my body starts to shake with the force of my own climax.

"I love you," Mulder manages to murmur. We sag together, gasping, Fox supine over my sweating back.

11 PM...quite a bit later.

Mulder and I finally made it to my bed. After a nice, long, hot, shower - we're fresh, toweled dry, and comfortably situated between crisp, clean sheets. The AC is on low tonight since it was a bit warm. The comforter is unnecessary and pushed to the foot of the bed. I'm lying flat and Mulder's head is on my chest. He's toying with my chest hair and then the medallion that lies nestled in it. I kiss the top of his head.

"Thanks Walter," he whispers.

Mulder is languid, sleepy as is his habit after a really phenomenal orgasm. I get sleepy too, but for some reason, tonight, I'm still a little keyed up. A little bit buzzed. It's not a bad feeling. I find it rather pleasant actually. I know I'll fall asleep eventually. I'll be tired tomorrow and so will Mulder but it's going to be a contented tired that's for sure. Some snuggling and maybe a little quiet talk should get me in the mood for snoozing. I look down at the top of Mulder's head and reply.

"For what?" I ask a little confused.

"For...for playing tonight."

"Games?"

"Well...we...we don't do that very often. But...it was kind of fun."

"It was enjoyable, yeah. I don't mind a little role playing once in a while. I mean variety is the spice of life."

He chuckles and kisses my chest.

"As long as the spice didn't make you reach for the Pepcid AC."

"When it does...you'll know it," I rumble.

"Ooh, good, " he giggles.

"Pervert," I reply, caressing his face.

"Seriously Walter if my playing at top..."

"Mulder, don't worry about it. I more than enjoyed it. I know you know I prefer things equal here....but some fun and games are fine once in a while. No problem."

He nods against my chest. I now what he's thinking about. The first time he rimmed me. I have to admit I was...ok...I was shocked. Oh sure, I'd heard about it but...the first time he stuck his tongue up my ass I read him the riot act. He did it without warning and...well I don't know. I just didn't like it. I still don't like it very much. Why? Well...fine...I can't get used to returning the favor, and that bothers me. Ruins the moment. No, I can't get into it. Not yet...and I don't know if I ever will. Mulder hasn't broached the subject again and I can't say as I'm sorry he hasn't. I know we'll discuss it at some point but not tonight. Uh uh.

Obviously he picks up on my mood because he changes the subject. Unfortunately, it's not a much better one.

"So, you're having dinner with Scully next Friday night?"

"Yes, we're having dinner." I reply a little too curtly. Oh balls. Ok. I guess we will be talking about this issue.

Mulder levers up and rests his head on his hands. His elbows dig into my rib cage.

"Having dinner doesn't necessarily mean fucking her, Walter..."

"Shit," I bark, shoving him off. He slides to the side and ends up pretty much in the same position next to me on the other pillow. His face is quizzical but not really annoyed at this point.

"Mulder, cut me some slack. I'm not totally untutored here."

I don' t like to be treated like a sexual illiterate even though I am still naive about this lifestyle in some ways. And I don't like it on occasion when Mulder talks that way about Scully. I mean Christ - I don't know. Maybe I'm old fashioned or something. But I just can't casually talk about...well...talk to Mulder about sex with Scully in that kind of language. I may use that kind of language in bed with her and with him but...oh shit forget it. I'm just saying I don't like it I guess. Mulder interrupts my protesting train of thought and I let it go.

"Well...obviously you're still bothered by this whole thing with Scully. Do you want to talk about it? I mean is it the bisexuality idea? Or...What? You know I don't mind if you're with her. In Crossroads when..."

I sigh and he stops speaking.

"Look, Fox. Where I come from, if a guy came home and found his lover in bed with another man he wouldn't put his gun on the dresser and hop into the bed with them. You know what I mean?"

He laughs outright and kisses my shoulder.

"But that said...no...I'm not worried about whether you're jealous. Really. I know...I know what you want out of this relationship now and I'm beginning to understand and appreciate it," I insist.

He smiles at me and moves closer, massaging my stomach. It does soothe me, comforts me enough so I can continue.

"It's not you, and it's not Scully. It's me, Fox. I'm just still having trouble realizing...coping with the fact that I could desire a woman this much again, ok? I...I just got used to the fact I wanted a man, for God's sake."

"I know, Walter. We've talked about this before. I understand. You know I'm here for you. We can talk about this any time you want to discuss it. I just think you need time to...to get used to the idea. You know Scully likes you - I mean really likes you Walter. You...you should talk to her about this stuff. You know it?" he sighs, rolling onto his back.

It's my turn to lever up onto one elbow and look down into his face.

"Yeah, I should. I guess I'd better. I...I'll give it a shot next Friday."

"Good, big guy. Because really...I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised when you do," he smiles up at me. Then he snakes a hand up and pulls my head down for a gentle kiss. When we break apart he stares deeply into my eyes.

"I love you, you know that, don't you Walter?"

I take his chin in my hand and stroke it with tenderness.

"I know it, Fox. I never doubt it."

He nods and closes his eyes. Then he yawns.

"Whoa. Sorry," he opens his hazel eyes and smiles lazily up at me. His eyelids are really getting heavy now. I think that's going to be the end of the discussion tonight.

"Get some sleep Mulder. We do have work tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning, babe," I croon to him. He rolls over onto his side, and I pull him close against me so we're spooned together.

"Sweet dreams, Walter," he whispers.

"You too. Night, lover," I reply in a quiet voice. I drape one arm over him protectively, and kiss his neck as he falls asleep.

xXx

Friday, June 18, 1999. 5 PM. The gym in the J. Edgar Hoover Building.

I lift the curl bar up again, straining with the effort. I've added weight on the bar today and this is definitely what they mean when weight lifters say they're going for the burn.

The tenth rep is a killer. My muscles are hot, protesting under the stress. But, my form is perfect, I can say with some pride. So, although it's a challenge to bring the bar back against my forearms I'm not going to injure myself.

"UhhhhhTEN!" I grunt, and then I bring the bar back down and let it fall with a clank onto the mat.

Dana Scully stands across from me, lifting her matching curl bar, her neck muscles cording with her own efforts to lift the extra weight she's added for tonight's work out. I step forward and gently push up on the bar so that she can make it the last inch or so back tight against her bulging biceps.

"Eight!" she hisses and I step back so she can drop the bar as well.

We both stand there breathing together, letting the adrenaline rush play through our bodies. I move my shoulders and arms around a little and so does she. Our breathing becomes regular again. Scully smiles.

"Thanks for the extra help."

"No problem. You ready for the bench press?"

She moves her head around a little stretching her neck. I notice her wince a little. I glance around the gym. It's empty tonight even though we started earlier than unusual. Well, on a Friday everyone is anxious to get out of here and going to this gym is probably the last thing on their minds. Good. I'm glad no one else is here to intrude.

I walk forward and then around in back of Scully. I place my hands carefully at the base of her neck.

"Here," I whisper, starting to massage her tense muscles. Her head lolls from side to side and she sighs. I can feel the muscles loosen under my hands.

"Better?" I ask quietly.

"Much," she nods a little.

"Remember not to tighten your neck muscles up so much next time. Use your biceps and pecs to take the weight."

"Ok," she agrees. Her hand comes up and tentatively touches my right hand where it still rests on her shoulder.

I swallow hard, and release her, stepping back to give her space again.

"So, how about that bench press?" I ask huskily. I clear my throat.

She turns and smiles up at me.

"Ready. Would you add the weights to the bar?"

"My pleasure," I smile back at her. She walks over to the bench press and shakes out some talc from the container there. She claps it into her leather weight lifting gloves.

"Make sure your belt's seated right." I advise her gesturing towards the weight lifting belt, buckled around her waist.

"Right," she nods, checking that it's seated well and supporting her back properly.

While she's doing that, and then getting ready to lie down flat on the bench press I obtain the additional weights from the rack. 10 pounds on each side. She's ready for it I think.

I attach the weights securely to each end of the weight bar where it rests in the bench's upright posts. I position myself in back of the bench in the optimum position to grab the bar if Scully falters in her press.

Scully's lying flat now, shifting a bit and wriggling to get comfortable. Once her back and hips are situated where she wants them she looks up towards the bar. As she's gauging to place her gloved hands I notice a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. I glance over towards the windowed wall that borders the room. Outside that window is the hallway leading into the pool area. You can have a nice clear view of the whole weight room and this area in particular from the hallway. Someone is walking down that hallway, right now. Walking and looking directly at Scully and me. Looking right into my eyes.

Kersh. Fuck!

I hear Scully's hissing intake of breath. I look down and see that she must have followed my gaze because she sees him too.

"Stop looking," I whisper between clenched lips. She obeys instantly, going back to seating her hands on the cross bar. Luckily Kersh was more concerned with looking at me speculatively and didn't see the movement of Scully's head.

"Damn it," she replies quietly.

"Forget it. I'll...I'll deal with it, Scully. Concentrate on the weights. Focus," I order her.

The last thing I want her to do is lose it and hurt herself. I'll have to deal with Kersh. After all this is innocent enough. He knows I work out down here. I just happened to be available as a spotter. He can go to hell if he thinks this violates the *you don't need to have anything else to do with Mulder and Scully dictate*. Fuck him.

I turn my attention back to Scully where she's gripping the bar.

"OK, remember - only 8 reps. Just like the curl bar. You know the drill."

"Two less than the normal reps the first time you go up in weight."

"Good," I reply with a small smile. It's standard op - I did the same. I normally do 12 reps put did 10 tonight myself, "Ok, remember your breathing," I add.

"Right. Ok. Here goes," she nods. Taking a firmer grip, she lifts the bar.

"One," I hiss out for her. I'll count the cadence so she can concentrate. She gives a nice clean press. The bar goes down easily. I stand and watch. It comes up again.

"Two," I count. She makes the same smooth move again and I smile down at her efforts. So far, so good.

We get through 6 and her arms are starting to falter just slightly. I know 7 and 8 are going to be trouble. I step closer and stretch out a hand towards the bar.

"NO!" she blurts out bringing the bar up for the 7 count. She groans hard with the strain, biting her lip a little in the process. The weight goes back down to her chest and she groans

"Seven," I whisper. "Ok. Scully, This is it. No pain, no gain," I add, getting ready to move fast in case she runs into serious trouble.

Scully starts to heft the bar and I can see the strain on her face, in her arms and in her entire body. She's almost in agony I think. I'm not sure she's going to make it and neither is she. Her face is scrunching up hard, grimacing as she pushes the bar up.

"Caaaaan't," she cries out.

I lean over her and pin her eyes. When I want to I can turn on AD Skinner very quickly. AD *ex-Marine I can make 'em hump with the best when I want too soldier* Skinner. Oh yeah. I do it now. I bend forward and shout right into her straining face.

"FUCK CAN'T. COME ON. LIFT IT, AGENT!"

Her eyes go wide, and she does lift the bar, right up to the top of the cross rights. I grab the bar as she rocks it back. I help her place it in the holders with a harsh metallic clank. Scully slumps down flat against the bench and closes her eyes. She's smiling though, gasping, but there's a grin on her face.

"Good job," I congratulate her. She opens her eyes and laughs at me.

"You scared the shit out of me, Walter."

I chuckle, "It worked didn't it?"

"Hell yes. God, that felt good," she nods, sitting up and stretching.

I want to touch her so badly in that moment. Just rub her back and tell her she's one hell of a trooper. Hell, I wanna kiss her too. But right now that would be highly ill advised with AD Kersh splashing around in his neon orange boxer swim trunks in the other room.

"Yeah, it's a definite rush. Listen. You want to spot for me here? Then I think we'd uh...better hit the showers."

"All right. I hope that lasagna is going to be enough for us. I've worked up quite an appetite," she replies, getting off the bench to make room for me.

My face tenses and she furrows her brows.

"Do you want to take a rain check? I'll more than understand if you do," she points her chin towards the pool area.

"Kersh?" I ask

She nods.

"Fuck him. I'm not giving up a plate of your lasagna just because that asshole saw us in here. It'll be fine. We're keeping our date. I'll handle Kersh later."

She nods decisively, and stands back to let me put some talc into my weight gloves. I pound the talc in with force. With each slap I visualize Kersh's face under my fist.

xXx

Later. The men's shower.

My earlier comment comes back to haunt me as I'm soaping my stomach. I guess now's later, I think, as Kersh comes in from the pool area. I watch him go to his locker, and search around in it for something. Out he comes with a bar of soap. The soap goes on the long wooden bench in front of the lockers. He strip off his trunks, picks the soap back up, and comes in under the communal shower heads. He turns one on a few steps down from me and jumps slightly as the water hits his head.

He shakes himself off and then catches my eye. I move the bar of soap up my body and over my chest, under my arms. The lather thickens over me.

"Walter," he nods.

"Oliver," I nod back, moving the bar of soap around some more.

Talk about top games. Yeah, here it comes mutherfucker. And listen. At the Bureau - when we're playing this version of that game - Battle of the 9 ADs - there's only one damn top dog. AD Walter S. Skinner. Believe it buddy. There's only one top dog here, reprimand or not, Ollie. So...get ready to rumble. I'm gonna chew you up and spit out the gristle.

"I see Agent Scully has taken up weightlifting," he volleys over as he soaps his chest up with the bar he brought in with him. He's looking straight at me

I grunt, a totally noncommittal sound and run the bar of soap down in a swooping gesture. Kersh's eyes follow my hands just like I wanted them too. Just like I thought they would. I move the bar of soap over the scars that criss- cross my groin, and then I rub it slowly into my pubic hair. Kersh is getting a prime view of my cock as I start soaping myself up, moving and lifting it to make sure I get Mr. Johnson nice and squeaky clean. Now I really enter the battle. I have some suspicions here regarding AD Kersh. I need to find out if they're true. If they are - the wars over and I'll win. I can see his eyes widen as he watches my crotch. Widen and then narrow. Oh yeah, asshole, you can see this thing even without your fucking glasses. Damn straight.

I can practically feel the air vibrate with the partly outraged, partly aroused hiss he emits despite the fact he's standing two shower heads down. See the quick head jerk of guilty denial to cover his tracks. I haven't taken my eyes off him either, even though he hasn't been looking at my face. Nope. Gottcha Oliver. I bet you'd like to take a picture. Yeah, it'll last longer, you prick.

Ollie, someone should have told you that one of the things straight guys learn early on is never look at the goods in the urinal or the shower. And you sure as hell don't stare, baby. Unless of course you're not exactly a straight guy. Unless you're bordering on being a member of the queer nation like poor, dumb jock Walter S. Skinner. Yeah, 18, in the closet, and petrified someone's going to pound you into the pavement because they catch you sneaking a peak at their prime meat in the locker room shower. So, as much as I hate to admit it - It takes one to know one. Yeah, I've been there, done that, and now so have you, Oliver. And enemy mine, I can play you like a good hand of poker. So, get ready for my Royal Flush Mr. AD. Here it comes.

In truth, Kersh doesn't look long. He almost gets away with it. But not quite. No, I noticed the direction of his gaze, subtle though he tried to make it. So, when he does look up at last, my face is set in stone. Frosty, but I have one eyebrow raised ever so slightly. I can see the realization in his eyes that he knows I know he was checking me out. I maintain tight control and a blank expression as he looks away, turning into the steaming water.

"Does chlorine bother you Oliver?" I ask as he scrubs the soap all over his arms and shoulders. He's scrubbing really hard.

"What?" he blinks back over at me in confusion.

"I just wondered if the chlorine from the pool bothered you," I repeat, nodding at the shower head.

"Oh, you mean the shower?" he blusters, "yes, the chlorine makes me itch. Besides...it smells."

"Yeah. I don't like the smell much either," I agree, putting just enough emphasis on the word *smell* to make him wonder if I'm insulting him in some strange oblique way. He continues to soap and then he tries to re-enter the skirmish.

"Have you been working out with Agent Scully for long, Walter?"

I turn around a couple of times under the spray of water to rinse some of the soap off. I turn my back on him and drop the soap. I bend down so he gets a really good view of my ass. I pick up the soap and turn around again. I catch him jerking his head forward. Bingo! Wars over. I curl my lip up just a bit. I bet you have some good dreams tonight Ollie. I really do.

"I don't work out with Agent Scully. I was just spotting for her. Why do you ask?"

Ok. Here it comes.

"Because you know you aren't supposed to interact with Agent Scully or Agent Mulder, Walter. It was part of the reprimand. They're under my jurisdiction now," he finishes turning just his head to stare at me as he soaps up his stomach.

You know I should pity this jerkwad. I mean this second hand, Morley smoke sucking bastard is pretty much in the same place I was just a few short years ago. But I can't find it in my heart to pity him. I despise him too much. He disgusts me as much as I used to disgust myself back then. Yeah. I think Kersh is a traitorous sack of shit. He's going to pay for it. If I can help to make him pay, I will.

I rinse the soap off my scalp which is the last thing I got done cleansing. I turn and stride the three or four short steps it takes to stand face to face with AD Oliver Kersh. We're almost the same height - he's maybe a half inch shorter so I can pretty much look him right in the eyes. His pupils are almost black. Like little pools of oil. I can see them really well, swimming in the whites as he holds his eyes wide open for me. Kersh sucks in his breath and cups his genitals, covering them with lather and soap in a protective embrace.

"I was not interacting, Oliver. I was preventing a valuable bureau agent from injuring herself. If she's under your jurisdiction - you get your fat ass down here and spot for her next time."

"How dare you," he starts to object.

"Dare? Dare me?" I press close and glance down at his hands.

"You have no right..."

"No right to protect a bureau agent?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Cut the crap, you know what I mean," he snarls. I have him crowded back against the shower wall now. The hot water runs over us both. My face is unreadable as I study him. He's doing a fair job of trying to return my glacial look. But he's not quite making it work. I'm going to insure that he can't make it work at all.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Oliver. Explain it to me," I hiss between tightly clenched teeth.

I watch him closely as he considers my words. This is going to be awkward if he thinks I'm really coming on to him. If he decides to take me up on the offer. But I'm betting on the fact that Kersh is basically a straight arrow, married man with a wife and two teenage daughters who sits at home around 3 AM and accesses the gay porn fuck sites on the Internet. I'm betting, deep down somewhere, he's as guilty as hell about his little diversion. But I bet he looks.

I'm betting because that's what I did when I told myself I was a straight arrow AD with a beautiful wife. I feel sick suddenly as I look at Oliver Kersh. I mean he's so much like me it's not even funny. My resolve falters. Fuck. Maybe...maybe I should forget that Kersh is a low-life scum sucking, son of a bitch who's betraying the entire human race - not to mention hurting the ones I love. Maybe, for old times sake and because he's like yours truly I should give him a break. I mean I'd be able to sleep better. Respect myself in the morning if I did. Look at myself in the mirror without wanting to vomit. I consider it as Kersh stands there breathing heavily under the hot stream from the shower head.

So I watch him think about it. Watch all the emotions cross his countenance. Anger. Lust. Denial. Fear. Defiance. Hate. Hate for me. That's just wonderful. Well that clinches it. Fuck him. He's meat for the beast now. Up until this point I was willing to cut him some slack. Just a little maybe because - I mean the man does have a family. Innocents. You think I like doing this kind of thing to a man? You think I don't realize he has a wife and kids? You think I enjoy one upping him with veiled threats to ruin his career or tell his family about his sexuality?

God, how hypocritically disgusting is that Walter? I mean...you were in this position once. Fuck! You still are in this position. No I don't like it. I hate it and I loathe myself for doing it. But look - this is dog eat dog here, agents. I wasn't exaggerating when I said it was war and yes - the human race is at stake. Sometimes the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. And that includes my needs to feel like a decent human being sometimes, agents. I learned that at my sergeant's knee in Nam. So, make no mistake. War is hell. We're going to hell, Oliver and I. Why not? I've been there before, and he's down there all ready.

"Just don't let me get the idea you're doing anything but spot for her Walter," he grates at me.

"Or?"

"Or I'll go to Freeh."

"See that you do that, Oliver. Fine with me. But you'll never get the opportunity because that was all I was doing," I reply. Then I back off from him slightly giving him back some of his personal space.

"Just see that I don't," he shoots back at me, "I don't want to see Scully injured here either Walter...in any way..." he lets his voice trail off suggestively.

/Oh yeah, right. You pig./

I nod and reach up just as I'm about to turn away. I pretend to rinse some leftover soap off the top of my head. I brush the hot water faucet, twisting it off in the process. I move back just as ice cold water pours down over Kersh.

"Sorry!" I shout as he hollers in startled, angry anguish.

"Fuck you, Skinner," he shakes and hops around, grabbing to turn the faucet off.

I look at him and the last glimpse I get is of his shriveled up balls and cock as he turns away from me, hugging himself around his goose pimple covered middle.

"Fuck you," he mumbles again.

"In your dreams, asshole," I whisper, sneering to myself, and yeah...at myself as I turn. I grab my towel off the hook outside the shower door and saunter to the lockers to dry off and get dressed.

xXx

Friday, June 18, 1999. 8:30 PM. Outside Dana Scully's apartment. Georgetown.

So, it's gonna be a late dinner. Well...we'll say it's European. Fashionably late. Whatever.

Scully waited patiently while I did my little dominance dance with Kersh. She wanted to make sure I was all right because I know she suspected Kersh had gone into the shower. She withheld her questions however. Shit. The look on my face before I could shut it down probably spoke volumes.

She told me she was going on ahead to get the rest of dinner ready. I guess the lasagna was made and just had to be microwaved to warm it up. My stomach growled a little at her mentioning it. We did laugh. She left and I went back up to my office to retrieve the bottle of wine.

Then I drove a circuitous route to her apartment in Georgetown. I had several reasons. One was because I was still angry over Kersh and wanted to shake it off so I wouldn't lay that on Scully's doorstep. Another reason was - fine - I'm still nervous about being alone with her. I'm anxious about talking over the issues I know are going to come up. So, I delayed in order to crank up my nerve.

And finally - I was cautious. I didn't want anyone following me. When I reached Scully's home, I parked my car a block down and across the street and sat in it for a few minutes. I wanted to scan the street for anything out of the ordinary. I didn't get any short hairs on my neck standing up. After Nam and my years in the Bureau I have a sixth sense for trouble. A nose for bad news. But I wasn't smelling anything in the air tonight - hence no ruffling shorthairs. So, I grabbed the bottle of wine off the seat and jogged over to the building entrance. Once inside Scully buzzed me in and I went down to her apartment door. It's quiet in her building. Good. Fewer prying eyes.

So here I stand. I can hear the dead bolt click.

She opens her door looking relaxed and... well she looks gorgeous in the subdued light coming from inside.

"Come on in," she smiles, stepping back and gesturing for me to enter.

I walk past her and pass into the living room area. The dining room's beyond. The table's all ready set for dinner. Table for two. Candles. I feel myself relax a little almost immediately. Christ I need to unwind. Scully's preternaturally psychic or just one hell of a good person to innately understand what I need tonight. Then again - hell - I would imagine she needs a little wine, food and companionable talk as well.

"It's quiet in your building," I observe, my thoughts returning to earlier.

"For a change," she nods, "Patty next door just left for San Diego to visit her new boyfriend. The Nelsons across the hall are on retreat, I believe."

"Religious?"

"Right. And...I happen to know the apartment above me is vacant. Mrs. Kiminsky, the manager's wife told me that yesterday. I guess I'm supposed to pass it on to my fellow agents."

I chuckle, "Wouldn't hurt to have more free building security I guess."

"Exactly," she replies.

I file the information away for further reference. A vacant apartment above Scully might...might have some advantages. She interrupts my reverie and I refocus on my hostess.

"Can I take your coat, Walter?" she asks.

"What? Oh, sorry. Sure. Uh...where would you like the wine?"

She takes my suit coat and glances at the bottle.

"Since it's served at room temperature you can go get two glasses from the wine rack in the kitchen and pour us each a glass, if you'd like," she suggests. "Or would you prefer a bourbon?" she adds, eyebrow raised speculatively.

"No thanks. The wine will be fine," I grin a little and then smile realizing I've made a rhyme out of my reply.

"Ok. I'll just hang this up and I'll be right back," she grins in return.

I watch her take my coat back to the coat closet near the door. She looks just great, dressed all in black. Black leggings of some kind and a long, loose black sweater that flatters as well as makes her look very comfortable. Bare feet. Oh yeah. I turn and head towards the kitchen, loosening my tie as I walk.

I snag a couple of long stemmed wine glasses off her short glass rack.

"Cork screw?" I yell back towards the living room.

"Oh sorry. In that small drawer nearest the sink."

I root around in the drawer and come up with the cork screw. The wine is open in short order, making a small pop as the cork comes out. I pull off a paper towel from her paper towel dispenser and place it under the cork before I leave it on the counter. I pour the two glasses partly full and head back with them into the living room.

I meet Scully half way as she's coming back through the doorway.

"Oh, wonderful. Just let me check the lasagna. I think I need to nuke it one more time."

"All right, shall I take these into the dining room?"

"Yes, put them on the table please. And then would you help me with the rest of the food?"

"Yes ma'am," I nod, and she smiles.

In short order we're seated across from each other, lasagna, salads, Italian bread and wine between us, eating with gusto. This is one thing I like about Scully. She gets right to the point. I was starving and so was she so bring on the pasta and forget the preliminaries. But we're talking and the wine is helping me to relax further.

"How's Margaret?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

I haven't seen Scully's mother in about a month. Conflicting schedules. I had squired her out a couple of times - when John Byers wasn't available. We attended a gallery opening once and then once, a concert. She's special. I like her company a great deal.

"She's fine. She did tell me to say hello and not to worry that she thinks you're neglecting her," Scully replies with gentle teasing.

She still does tease me about Margaret playing at being my lover last Halloween. God that was some operation. Gave me a whole new perspective on both Scully and her mother. I still think Maggie Scully could work as an undercover field agent.

"I've been meaning to call, but, you know how it is," I shrug taking a sip of the wine, "I'm glad she does understand."

"Well she's been busy with Byers..."

I bark a laugh.

"Not that way!" Scully pulls a fake outraged face.

"I know but...God, Scully. I still can't get over your mother and Byers. I...I just don't know what to think of it."

"It bothered me on some gut level at first too, Walter. But...Byers has been a perfect gentleman. My mother has had rather a difficult time dealing with my father's death in some ways....she's been..."

I raise a hand, "You don't have to tell me this, Scully. I mean if it's private family business I don't need to hear it...seriously."

"No, Walter I don't mind telling you. I've talked about the situation with Mulder. I...I'd like to talk about it with you too," she answers quietly.

I nod, setting my wine glass down, and she continues.

"My mother still mourns for my father and...she's not quite ready to let a man into her life in a romantic way quite yet, I think."

"Understandable," I nod.

"So, she...well she dates...but it's not to have a romantic relationship really. It's more along the lines of banishing the loneliness."

"I see, yes," I nod again.

"So...she does go out with men - safe men who don't necessarily expect her to get romantic."

"Like gay ADs," I smile at her.

She reddens slightly, "I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to sound the way it did. She really does like and admire you, Walter. For a lot of reasons."

"I'm sorry. I know that, Scully. I was just doing a Mulder I guess. You know - go together long enough and it starts to rub off."

"Oh, well I can only hope that were the case - in the height department I mean."

We both laugh a little and I reach and touch her hand lightly.

"So what about Byers? I mean she probably does consider me safe because I'm queer./Well...juries out Walter but Maggie doesn't know that/. It's logical and only natural for her to have something like that in the back of her mind. I don't hold it against her. But Byers never struck me as gay? I mean he's a techno geek but...well I don't really know where he's coming from I guess." I pull may hand away slowly and sit back a little waiting for Scully to speak.

John Byers has always been quiet and unassuming. Almost the voice of reason amongst Mulder's three hacker friends. But in reality I don't know much about him. I mean he comes off as paranoid and as insecure as the rest of the editors of that rag sheet, The Lone Gunman. But, for all I know he's the center stage act at one of the local drag shows downtown too.

Scully sighs, "I was quite frankly interested in knowing what was what with John Byers too, so..."

"So you asked him?"

"Yes I did."

She stops and I wait a moment. She looks down and plays around with what's left of her lasagna.

When she looks up, I raise both eyebrows in inquiry.

"He told me he's in love with her."

I whistle softly.

"My reaction was a bit more...well I was a little shocked and upset shall we say?"

"I guess I can understand why."

"Yes, but why should I have felt that way, really?"

"Because you think he's paranoid and possibly delusional?"

"Walter, that's hardly fair coming from Mulder's lover is it?" she shoots back, dropping her fork onto her plate with a slight rattle.

I make a placating gesture with my hand.

"All right. I get your point. It's a good one."

"Exactly. I mean certainly he's odd, and he's much younger than my mother but...he was really sincere and I have to say very perceptive."

"How so?"

"He said he realizes my mother isn't ready for...ready to be involved with a man yet. He knows she still mourns for my father. He respects it, and he's willing to support her, lend an ear and shoulder for now."

"Well, that's laudable."

"Right. He also said - he's willing to wait because he fully intends to ask her to marry him when she's ready to except a man in her life again."

"Christ on a crutch."

She shrugs.

"Has Maggie gotten wind of this at all?" I ask frowning slightly.

"No. Like I said - he's been a complete gentleman. I guess...I guess he's waiting for my mother to say something to him."

"Hell. Well I admire his guts and his humanity. That...that's a damn fine thing he's doing. Truly."

Scully sighs again, "I thought so too. I told him...I told him that whatever my mother decided was fine. It as her life and I wanted her to be happy. If he could make her happy again by being her husband he had my blessing."

I nod and she adds one more thing.

"I just told him don't expect me to call you dad."

We both crack up then because the tension has risen and needs to be dispelled with laughter by that point. Scully is sputtering so much she has to reach for her white linen table napkin. She waves a hand in the air in dismissal and then we both finally settle down enough to speak again.

"I'm sorry...I...I just had to let that all out."

"Felt good to get it off your chest, didn't it?" I ask quietly.

She looks at me with genuine kindness and affection in her eyes.

"Yes it did, Walter. Thanks for listening."

"Well...uh...you know my door's open anytime, Scully."

I smile at the work allusion and so does she.

"Listen, are you full? I do have some ice cream for desert."

"Tempting but...would you mind if I had some of that excellent brandy you purchased before we left Crossroads."

"Ah ha - by all means," she replies with enthusiasm, "Why don't you go make yourself comfortable on the couch and I'll clean up here and..."

"Uh uh. I help clear and then we both go in and get comfortable."

She smiles broadly, "Walter, you're going to make someone a wonderful wife someday."

I guffaw loudly and then we begin to clear the table.

Later...

After a time out to take care of dual calls from Mother Nature. Scully and I are seated on opposite ends of her couch. We're sipping at our snifters of brandy and making small talk. Speculating on which movies will be hits this summer, discussing Mulder's trip and the likelihood that he and his mother will be at odds before it's over. The necessity for us to help him get it back together when he returns. My recipe for black bean soup which Scully has been trying to worm out of me and which I divulge finally with the promise that she won't give it to Frohike even though he's going to be her for it. A dozen different things that have us chuckling often and smiling by the time we're on our second snifter full of brandy.

Scully looks very relaxed now. She's got her feet tucked under her and she's seated sideways, leaning back into the cushions so we can converse. I watch her eyes sparkle even in the muted lighting. I'm impressed again at the intelligence in them and the gratefulness when I tell her I felt honored for her to discuss her mother and father with me. I know she misses her father too, and I tell her I'll always be happy to listen if she ever wants to talk about Bill Scully, Sr. I mean my father was a son of a bitch but fair in most ways. I did love him and I miss him even now despite the fact we fought like dogs all too often when he was alive. So, I tell her that too and she responds by saying she'd like to hear about my father sometime too. It's a deal I tell her. And yeah - I'll keep the deal too.

I've taken off my tie and draped it over the couch back. At her encouragement I've removed my shoes too and stretched out my legs. With her permission I'm propping them on her coffee table. It does feel good. I'm relaxing a little further myself. So, when she asks her question about Kersh the anger and guilt that wells up in my chest can be tamped down enough for me to answer her without sounding like I want to shoot the questioner.

"So I take it Kersh confronted you in the shower?" she asks, interest and sympathy written on her face.

"He tried to, yeah," I nod, taking another sip of the brandy.

"And..."

"He tried and failed," I say with a noncommittal shrug.

"Ok," she nods, taking a sip of her own brandy.

We sit there in silence for a few seconds.

"So, you're not going to tell me what he said, I take it?" she finally prompts.

I sigh. No I don't want to tell her what he said. And I really don't want to tell her what I said and did in there. It's humiliating and...as I said...I do hate myself for it. I'm worried about what she'll think of me too. So sue me. I'm...she matters to me now, as confused as my mind is on that issue. She matters and what she thinks of me matters too. I know my jaw muscles are jumping. Clenching and unclenching. Crap.

"Walter, I...I know you're upset. You're jaw muscles are twitching. So...come on...why don't you..."

"Scully, it's very hard for me to talk about this kind of thing. The...the games I have to play at the Bureau. What I have to do politically to...to stay afloat. I'm not sure what you'll think when I tell you and that bothers me," I let out in a rush.

I lean forward and place the brandy snifter on the coffee table. I turn to look at her.

"Can you understand that and maybe just let this go for now?"

She sighs.

"No, I can't. Look, Walter. You...you matter to me now. I mean my God, after...after Crossroads how can you not think..." she stops that train of thought abruptly.

She's reddening a little. I feel my ears heat up as well. I look down at my hands because I saw the depth of her feeling, and I know she saw the moment of confusion mixed with desire in my eyes as well. She continues quietly and I listen without looking up at her.

"Walter, I can't just watch you fight this fight on your own alone anymore - letting it eat you alive and not want to help you. Can you understand that idea? And also - I think we all know where Kersh's loyalties lie in connection with what we're trying to overcome. Who he really reports to and why. So, anything he had to say to you impacts on you, me and Mulder. And I'm not going to just sit by and let him roll on over us. All right?" she finishes, placing her brandy snifter down as well. I follow her hand from the coffee table back up to pin her eyes. She's hugging her middle tightly.

-END OF PART 5-

Scully's angry but trying to hold it in. I know she's not angry at me. It's the situation. She's angry and partly afraid too. We all are, there's no shame in admitting it. If you don't admit your fear in a combat situation it can kill you. I look at her and I know she's correct. It's her right to know and a necessity as well so she has the tools to overcome both her anger and her fear. To conquer them so she'll be a better soldier in this war.

I sigh and shift to face her more fully.

"Ok, fair enough," I nod, "You deserve to know, yes. You deserve to know because you matter to me now too, Scully. But this isn't easy for me to admit and I'm not sure I'm going to mean as much to you after I tell you."

"Try me," she whispers.

I nod, toying with a thread I find on the back of the couch. I start to talk and Scully sits, Sphinx like, letting me tell her what happened in the shower.

"Kersh did come in while I was showering, yes. He...he started in on seeing us together right away. He threatened me, and implied a threat to you too if we were actually audacious enough to be interacting on a regular basis."

I glance up at her and see her forming the question that's was in my mind at the time as well.

"No, I don't think he knows anything about you and me. Or me and Mulder or...well I don't think he knows. Uh...he may just be fishing. Trawling to see if he can dig up dirt for future use."

She nods in understanding.

"All right. So..." she prompts.

"So I persuaded him to drop that field of inquiry."

She stares at me, and I shrug and let it all out as fast as I can.

"Scully sometimes - uh...I guess it's a matter of self preservation or...I don't know just...well you get a sixth sense about these things."

"Sixth sense?" she asks with curiosity, eyebrow raising.

"Yeah. You know that idiotic expression takes one to know one?"

"Of course," she nods.

I sigh and shake my head in chagrin.

"Well, maybe it's not so idiotic. Scully - I've had a suspicion Kersh was in the closet for a while now. I mean gay and hiding it for whatever reasons he had to hide it. Or at least, maybe he swings both ways. Something along those lines anyway. I...I acted on my suspicions and used it against him in the shower. He confirmed what I thought and I used his guilt and fear over discovery to shut him up regarding anything he may think we were doing in the weight room - or anywhere else for that matter. I showed off my uh...well I more or less let him think I was pissed because I caught him sizing me up. I blackmailed him, Scully, plain and simple...so...that's about it I guess. Another fucking victory for Walter S. Skinner. Whore for the system. Fuck! I fucking hate myself for that hypocritical bullshit. I hate it, and I don't blame you if you hate my guts as well," I blurt out, pulling the thread out with a vicious snap.

Scully grabs my hand where it hovers above the couch. She caresses my knuckles gently and I meet her eyes. The compassion I see there almost undoes me. I feel like...I feel like salvation is floating in her crystal clear, blue eyes. My breath is caught in my throat and I can't speak at all. Scully speaks and I can't help it, I grab her hand and squeeze it like a drowning man looking for rescue.

"Walter...all of us have done something in the past that we...we hate ourselves for now. I mean God. I've...I've killed people. So have you. So has Mulder. What do you think that does to me? And...and I think in the future we're all going to do things that may be a lot worse. So....I can't...I can't hate you for something like trying to protect us. For trying to act as a bulwark against the coming darkness. If I did I'd have to hate Mulder and I'd have to really hate myself. God knows I've done enough of the same type of thing to qualify as a whore several times over," she shakes her head looking at our joined hands.

"Hey..." I protest, squeezing her hand again. She looks up at me in defiance.

"You are not a whore, Walter, neither am I, and neither is Mulder. We're all we've got in this and I can't let you do this to yourself, all right? Just...just cut it out, please," she hisses in desperation.

I pull her hand towards me and her body follows. She moves over and fits against me perfectly. I take her into my arms and she rests her head on my chest. I hug her close and rub her arm. We sigh together and then just sit in silence taking comfort in each other's warm presence.

After a time Scully touches my neck and then my jaw where my tendons are still popping and unpopping. I feel her fingers tracing my jawline. She scrapes over my evening beard stubble.

"You are so tense," she whispers.

I let the corner of my mouth curl up a little and she traces that curve as well.

"Story of my life," I shrug a little, clearing my throat to cover my usual knee jerk embarrassment at showing emotion in front of anyone. The reaction that keeps me thinking I'm less of man for showing anything that's a weakness in my mind. What a load of shit, right? Yeah, well sometimes I think my middle initial doesn't stand for Sergei, you know what I mean?

"Shift up," she commands with a tiny grin of her own. She moves back a little and leans into the couch back.

"What?" I reply, giving her a look of bemused confusion.

"Shift up and put your feet on my lap here," she gestures sitting Indian style.

I smile when I realize what she wants me to do. I lift my stocking clad feet up off the floor and place them down so she can cradle them against her stomach and in between her crossed legs. She starts to knead and flex my feet and I grunt in pleasure. Oh man how did she know I love to have my feet rubbed this way? God! Like I said - perceptive - or psychic. I gotta ask Mulder if he's clued into that X-Files possibility.

"Close your eyes, Walter and relax, this is on me," she smiles into my blissed out face.

"Yes, ma'am, Doctor," I groan. She chuckles, and I do shut my eyes.

After a while I can feel her rubbing the various pressure point on my feet. The ones that I know correspond to acupressure points I've read about in the past. I open my eyes slightly and squint at her in amusement.

"I didn't think you were into Asian homeopathic medical techniques, Doctor Scully."

"Well you'd be wrong. I have an appreciation for a great deal of homeopathic medicine. Besides - I read a book about acupressure that Mulder had in his apartment that time I was checking on him when he had pneumonia. I found it fascinating. Also - I like to have my feet rubbed too," she finishes, smiling shyly at me.

"Ah I see," I reply shutting my eyes again, "I'll file that away for future reference."

She continues on with the massage and finally I am very relaxed indeed. She stops at last and I open my eyes and look into hers. She caresses my calf and foot. There's no mistaking what she's doing then with her hands...and why. I study her face and there's no mistaking what she's offering me in her eyes.

"Walter I was serious when I said you meant a lot to me. I just wanted to let you know....that...that our night together in Crossroads was...was really very special...and..."

I remove my feet carefully from her lap and place them flat on the floor again. I can feel her watching me. I know what she wants to hear me say and...and I don't know how to tell her of my confusion over that night and the following day, over her and Mulder and I together, at all.

"What's wrong?" she asks quietly moving to sit a little more close.

"Scully I...that night meant a lot to me too. I was being truthful when I said you mean a lot to me now. It's just...I'm still very confused about that night. About...well...about this whole relationship with you, and me, and Mulder. I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me. I just can't...I'm still having some trouble here I guess," I shrug, miserable.

I hate admitting this to her. I mean...Christ. What guy...what person...wants to admit they're afraid of having sexual feelings for men and women both? I should probably go back to a counselor. I will if I can't reconcile this soon. It's a disservice to Scully and Mulder too for me to be this fucked up around them. Unfair and emotionally hurtful.

"Oh," she nods carefully.

"It's not that I'm not attracted to you or anything like that - because Jesus - I am. That's the crux of the matter I guess. I'm still having trouble reconciling how I can be attracted to you with the fact I thought I preferred men. I just got used to that idea and here I'm getting a hard on for a woman again."

I glance at her and her brow is furrowed. Her mouth not exactly frowning, but it's a tight line.

"I'm sorry," I shrug lamely, looking away.

"I understand. I...if you'd rather not be with me again I can accept it. I'll miss it but I can respect your feelings in the matter. I'll just have to deal with my desires in that area," she answers quietly, swallowing slightly.

I look back up at her. Her desire? Yes. And Mulder's desires and mine. Shit. What a mess.

"Scully I...this has always been hard for me - expressing strong emotion. Especially strong sexual emotions. Being sexual has been a....I...oh fuck it. I don't even know how to put this into words without knowing I'm going to insult, or hurt you. Either hurt you or make myself look like an asshole," I shake my head in self-disgust.

I've placed both hands on my knees and I'm gripping them tight now. I'm staring at my knuckles as they whiten. Scully places her hand over my right hand.

"Please Walter. Try to explain. I...I'd like to know and I promise, I won't be insulted by what you have to say."

I take a hard swallow and look at her again.

"I can't just...I have trouble having casual sex with anyone, Scully. I always have had trouble. Yeah, yeah, yeah - I know - gee- I'm a guy. Men are supposed to add notches on their guns right? Want it 24/7 with anyone who's willing to give it up? Especially bald men. All that extra testosterone has to have us locked and loaded at all times, right?"

"Walter I don't..."

I interrupt her because now that I'm on a roll I want to get if all off my chest.

"Well it's bullshit as far as I'm concerned. I guess I'm conservative. A friggin' prude. Old fashioned. I'm sure that's what you're thinking. I know what this sounds like. But I can't help it. I just can't go with someone if there isn't some kind of...of commitment. I made that mistake once and look where it got me? No, there as to be love. I don't mean to belittle or criticize or demean our night in Crossroads Scully. I...I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it. I...but I question it...I question all of this now because I'm just completely and utterly lost and confused I guess. I...maybe I should see a counselor. I don't know what to think or feel a lot of the time. And that's not fair to you or Mulder either.

I feel her hand rubbing mine in comfort.

"I guess part of the problem is that I have to be in love with someone and know that they love me in return before I can share everything with them - my inner most thoughts my...what I really am, Scully. I'm talking complete and total trust so I can share completely. Lose control. Pleasure my partner and myself to the fullest. Love and trust them with my life."

"And you have that commitment with Mulder?" she asks quietly.

"I know I do," I answer with a nod.

"And that's what this is about really, that....that you don't think I...you think this is about my wanting casual sex with you?" she asks carefully.

"Well...yes....I mean...." I falter for a moment at the look on her face. She's stunned, hurt. I press on, trying to just end it. Not caring if I'm even making my point anymore. My voice is very weak, "How could it be anything else but casual, Scully? You...you couldn't possibly love me. Be committed to me this soon that way. I...not me," I shake my head.

She withdraws her hand.

"Can you excuse me a minute. I...I need to use the bathroom."

I stare at her, incredulous, as she pulls back, gets up silently and leaves the living room. She walks stiff and straight, heading towards the bathroom.

"Scully?" I call after her. She keeps walking. Jesus. I get up and follow her quickly.

"Hey," I whisper, catching her by the arm. She pulls away, but I manage to turn her round. She's crying. Tears are streaming down her face.

"Hey," I repeat again. I don't know what to do. I have little or no clue what to do when a woman cries except offer them a Kleenex and bluster.

"Walter, just let me go to the bathroom, all right. I didn't want to do this in front of you. I'm...you're not the only one who finds it hard to discuss strong emotions. Sexual or otherwise, you know," she sniffs, "you don't have the corner on that particular hang-up."

I nod and thumb away her tears.

"I'm sorry. I...I didn't want to hurt you."

"Stop saying you're sorry," she blurts, pushing me away.

I stand there helplessly while she starts to pace.

"And stop saying no one could love you. That you're worthless, unacceptable. I mean come on. God I am so sick of hearing you say that about yourself. You and Mulder. You're two of a kind sometimes with this *I am not worthy* bullshit. Lord God in heaven."

"I knew you'd be offended..." I begin.

She rounds on me, practically spitting she's so angry.

"You don't know anything. Nothing about what I'm feeling right now. What I have been feeling. I...I wanted to invite you here tonight to tell you some of what's been going on in my head. You think you're the only one who's confused here Walter S. Skinner? How confused do you think sweet little Catholic raised, skeptical, rational, stoic, Dana K. Scully is when she thinks she's falling in love with two men at the same time? When the thought of both of them making love to her at once makes her so hot she almost orgasms at her desk down in the damn basement office. When the thought of losing either one of them keeps her lying awake at night crying and shaking. When she can't get up the guts to tell...to tell the one she's just realizing she loves how much he means to her because she harbors these fears he'll reject her because he's going to leave with the other man she loves beyond reason and..."

"Scully I..."

"No DO NOT interrupt me! Let me finish!"

I make a placating gesture. She plunges on.

"How easy do you think it was for me to approach you? You're my boss! You're my lover's lover. You told me you were gay! Then all of a sudden, I get the idea you might be attracted to me...and the next thing I know you jump out of bed, and drag Mulder into the bathroom as if you were appalled by the whole situation. Do you have any idea what went through my mind? How screwed up I was with guilt? How do you think the little Catholic girl dealt with that? "

I step forward and grab her hard. Pull her close and she's hitting me in the chest. Pounding me with all her might. It's considerable might since she's been doing so well with her weight lifting program. I think I'll be bruised tomorrow. And I don't care. I hold her until she slows, stops, shudders and is finally still. Then I place my hand on her head and she rests her head against my chest and cries.

"Scully...I'm...sorry..I had no idea you felt like that. That wasn't about you, it was about Mulder and my part of this equation. I never meant to hurt you or imply anything....well anything like you said. It's my problem...my confusion. All I can say is...please forgive me." 

I feel tears leaking down my face as well. We stand there for what seems like forever, rubbing each others backs. Then she rocks away slightly and looks up at me.

"So, if you need to hear me say I love you...I...," she whispers, blinking back tears.

"I guess you just did," I smile down at her gently.

"Yes," she whispers, looking down again.

I cup her chin and tilt her face up. I bend down and kiss her tenderly on the lips. When our lips touch, my heart, mind and soul tell me what I know she says is true and I also know that...that I can admit I love her too.

I admit it but it hits me like a ton of bricks. Blood rushes into my head. It's as if the top of my skull is going to blow right off from the shear power of the emotion. I haven't been this overcome...this overwhelmed...well not since Baton Rouge and my first time with Mulder. My first night in Crossroads with Scully doesn't compare with the feeling of tremendous awakening and joy I'm experiencing in this moment. I realize why too. Because I denied I could be worthy of her love and affection. Worth her trust and respect. I was a fool. But I'm not anymore. And I want to celebrate it.

I pull back and look in her eyes. I hope she sees what I want her to know is the truth. I can barely speak. She touches my face and then, runs her mouth over, my cheek, half laughing and sobbing at the same time. I groan. It's almost a sound of pain but it's more the sound of a great dark hole being filled in. A part of me I never realized was still empty until now. I realize suddenly, and with incredible wonder, what Mulder has been getting at all along. We are truly three - the spokes of a wheel. All of us vital to our forward progress. Incomplete without the third. My heart sings with the concept and the fact that I understand yet another facet of my other lover at last.

I clasp Scully to my body, trail kisses up her neck to her ear and I whisper to her with all the passion that fills my soul.

"I love you, Scully. I love you too."

Our lips meet again and this time the kiss is deep, hungry, roving. Our hands rake over each other's bodies. We rock against each other in our combined heat. It's too much finally. We need to stop and gain some control so we can savor things more fully here. No need to rush. We have...well hell...we have the whole weekend. We pull back completely breathless and damp from sweat and accumulated tears.

"God," I exclaim grinning at her. I'm grinning like an idiot and I could care less.

"Whew," she replies, fanning her breasts. That makes me laugh again. She giggles.

"Hot in here," I joke.

"No kidding," she smirks.

"Would you like something to drink? Another bourbon?"

"Any more wine left?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Good, let's take it in the bedroom."

She smiles at me with mischief in her eyes.

"I think that can be arranged. But...if you're staying the night what...I mean did you..."

"Oh, yeah. Uh...my gym bag's in the car. I have my other shaving kit, toiletries and such. I have some sweats too."

"We can launder your underwear uh - whatever....henever," she replies, smiling.

"Mission accomplished, agent," I tease her, taking her hand, "Should I go get my bag? I guess that might be better since it's dark out now," I suggest.

"All right. I'll buzz you back in."

A short time later...

Once again I stand in front of Scully's door, my makeshift over night bag in hand. She opens the door and I'm inside. We make the short trip to her bedroom. Both of us make another detour to the bathroom. I have to laugh. It's amazing what excitement will do to your system. But better to make a pit stop when you can. No kidding.

So, Scully goes on ahead of me and we enter her bedroom. I've never been in her personal space like this before. Her inner sanctum as the saying goes. It's a nicely decorated bedroom. Light colored furniture. As I'm looking around she makes a little "oh" sound.

"Can you excuse me a second, Walter, I forgot something."

"Sure," I nod temporarily distracted with looking at Dana Scully's personal possessions. Scully leaves while I take it all in.

The bed's a Queen, not a King, but I think we'll manage. I'm not going to mind the togetherness. Uh uh. Twin night stands on either side of the bed. I notice she has her Smith and Wesson and her cell phone on the right night stand. That's a familiar site. Lamps on each night stand as well. A couple of chairs. One overstuffed one. A bookcase with what are probably her favorite books and some momentoes lies against one wall. There's a small CD player and speakers on the top Some framed photos next to the stereo. I walk over to take a look. I notice a 5 by 7 of her and Mulder together. It looks like a blow-up of a photo taken at some awful Bureau function. But they are posed together, his arm around her waist.

I get a sudden tight feeling in my throat. She has a small picture of me as well. I do recognize it. She took that one up in Crossroads. I'm standing on the deck stairs we built for Den and Phil. I'm very touched. I finger the photo. God, yeah we had a great time up there. As I'm reminiscing Scully comes up behind me and snakes her arms around my waist.

"I really did enjoy building that deck with you, and Den and Phil." she whispers kissing my back. I put the photo down and turn in her arms.

"It was prime," I reply huskily.

I notice she's brought some candles into the bedroom and put them in small holders on the dresser and the left nightstand.

"Do you mind candlelight?" she asks shyly.

"No...you...you look beautiful in flickering light."

She smiles. I remember how lovely she looked in the firelight that night I showed her my medallion. How her eyes danced in it.

She crosses back over to the dresser and picks up the match box she also left there. She lights all the candles carefully and then goes to the wall light switch. She turns off the lights and the room glows softly in a warm yellow light.

The wine bottle and two glasses are sitting between the candles on the dresser. I'm enthralled now so I watch her uncork the bottle again and fill the glasses. I imagine that's the last of it. But that's fine. We'll enjoy it. She crosses back to me and hands me my glass.

"Cheers, Walter. To Tripartite."

"Skoal. To Tripartite," I nod and we both drink deeply.

I watch her lick a little wine off her lower lip and at last I get that pleasant throb in my groin. I'm still a little slow in my arousal around Scully. I just think it's leftover confusion. My mind and body need to get in sync? Whatever. I know I want her now. All of me does.

"Would you like to play some music too?" she inquires since I'm standing next to the CD player.

"Oh. Well...if you'd like some."

"See if there's anything you like," she offers and then she goes back over to the bed.

I turn back around to give the suggestion my attention. I sip my wine again, and sit the glass down on the bookcase. I pick up a small stack of CD's that are sitting next to the player and start to flip through them. The second one from the top makes me bark a quick laugh.

"What?"

Scully asks from behind me.

"Hendrix. This one's mine," I reply looking down at the Jimi Hendrix CD. I know it's mine because it has the crack across the jewel case. The crack I caused by falling on it in a moment of passion between Mulder and me.

Scully's musical laugh greets my comment.

"I wondered. Mulder left it over here. I had a feeling it belonged to you."

"Yeah. Jimi," I nod, smiling with satisfaction. "The Man." I add.

Scully's voice comes from behind me as I stare at the jewel case. The crazy cracked case reflects the candlelight, it shines, glinting almost seductively - just like Scully's voice.

"Den said you could sing Hendrix, Walter. Sing him really well. Would you sing for me? Would you sing for me now?"

I haven't sung for anyone sober in years. Sure I goofed around up in Crossroads, got drunk off my ass and won that karaoke contest. I sing in the shower, sure. But not...not like this, and certainly not for a woman.

"Scully....I..."

"Sing for me Walter," she purrs.

Oh lady. I'm done and happy to be. My cock twitches at that sound. I can't resist. I take out the CD and stab at the open button on the player.

The door opens and I slide the CD in. Hit Track Forward. Track number 9. I don't touch the volume. It's not too high. It'll be just fine.

The first guitar licks whine around the room. I step back but don't turn around. I tilt my head up and then I join Jimi Hendrix. I belt it out too because he can really wail. Voodoo Chile. I don't know. It just seemed to fit.

>>>Well I stand up next to a mountain

and I chop it down with the edge of my hand

Yeah<<<

>>>Well I stand up next to a mountain

and chop it down with the edge of my hand<<<

I get through the first two verses and I'm really letting it pour out. Christ I love this song. I shift and pivot on my heel to turn toward Scully for the final two verses.

>>>Well I pick up all the pieces and make an island

Might even raise a little sand

Yeah<<<

My eyes are closed at first with the effort of trying to struggle with both the song and the memories behind it. I'm trying to cope with the emotional connotations it will have from this point on...forever after. But then I open my eyes because I do want to see Scully's reaction. Man I hope she likes it. I'm really bawling my guts out. I open my eyes, and my mouth, and I sing out the last bit hard and loud.

>>>Cause I'm a Voodoo Chile

Lord knows I'm a Voodoo Chile<<<

Baby!

Oh God...she's taken off all her clothes and...Jesus God that's a beautiful, magical fucking sight. I lose my voice immediately after repeating "Oh Baby." The words come out in a strangled croak as Scully moves towards me, practically floating in one fluid motion across the floor. Oh shit. She stands before me, glowing and gloriously naked, carnal. Her face sensuous. I've never seen her like this - even up in Crossroads. It's...whoa it's phenomenal all right. Magnificent. Oh yeah. She's left her wine glass behind on the dresser. She reaches around past me and shuts off the CD player and the room is plunged into abrupt silence.

She stares up at me, seduction written in every line of her body. Her nipples are all ready erect. I bet if I stroked between her legs I'd find her wet. Soaking. I know I'm dripping for her. She trails a finger nail down my chest, toying with the buttons on my shirt. She continues over my stomach, my groin. I can feel her hit the scars that crisscross my flesh like they're so many speed bumps. Her fingers slide down over the front of my pants. The combination of her nails scraping over wool, cotton, and my swelling cock excites me even further. I hiss my arousal. She stops short of actually touching my zipper.

"Voodoo Chile," she croons in perfect counterpoint to my growling wail.

"Yeah, I'm your Voodoo Chile all right, baby," I husk at her.

She pins my eyes. She places her hands up on my shoulders and exerts enough pressure that her message is loud and clear. Down on your knees Walter. I'm only too happy to oblige.

I sink down before her, taking her shoulders and letting my hands run down her newly muscular biceps. God, that's good. Hard muscularity in a woman really cranks me up. Gets me hard in all the right places. She sighs as I pull her forward and bury my head between her breasts.

"God, yes," she hisses.

I slide my hands down and then over to her hips. As soon as her arms are free she takes my head in her hands and starts to stroke my scalp. She's murmuring too me. Words of love and just nonsense words that lovers have between them. I lave her tits, each nipple in turn. Sucking them up, making them even more erect. I move one hand over to lift her right breast so I can take even more of it into my mouth. She's rocking and stroking my head. She's moaning and I have to release her heavy flesh and move up to claim her mouth. To take that moan and swallow it whole. Make it my own and then return it to her so we're moaning together.

When we break apart I end up sliding my lips across her face and onto her ear.

"Whadda want, Scully? Anything. Tell me." I slur. I'm one fourth drunk on the bourbon and whine and three fourths drunk on Scully. Sex drunk ,and I want a whole lot more of this intoxicating beverage.

"*Dana* want's you to go down on her," she grins into my upturned, sweating face. She pulls my head back, exposing my throat, and bending her head, licks and sucks at my Adams apple.

"Well, what *Dana* wants..." I groan. She releases my head. I push her backward towards the bed, walking on my knees as we go. When her legs hit the edge of the mattress, she sinks down on the bed and spreads her legs for me. I shift in between her thighs. I can see her sex glistening in the candlelight. Oh fuck yeah she's wet. God this is gonna taste so good.

I dive in without further hesitation and she cries out, bucking up into my nose. My glasses are thrown askew and I reach up, grabbing them and tossing them over her head so they land on the bed pillows. Fuck 'em. I don't need 'em to see this close up anyway. I'll get 'em later. I go back to licking between Dana's legs with total abandon and utter absorption in the task at hand.

She's writhing, whining, rotating her hips under my face. I rear up a little, drawing my tongue over her clit and then back down to plunge it inside her.

"God. Do that again," she hisses, moving her hands down to draw my head forward. I get to work using that technique until I feel her thigh muscles start to jump. Her breath is coming in short, sharp pants. I seem to remember this meaning she was close before so I shift, bringing up my hand. I work three fingers into her and then stroke in and out, fucking her with my hand while I keep up the mouth work on her clit. That's all she wrote. Two more pumps of my fingers and her body goes rigid, her hips rising up hard into my jaw.

"Uh..uh...uh..uh," she stutters. Her breath catches and she's silent then, stiff and her mouth opens with no sound coming out. I can feel her muscles clenching down on my hand. I sit up and work her clit with my other hand, fairly hard to bring her higher. At last she catches her breath and whines in pleasure.

"Jesus!" she gasps.

No kidding. I'm panting along with her and finally I lever up and lie next to her on the bed, taking her against me while she trembles and I try to recapture my racing lungs.

"That's it lover. Good. So good," I whisper.

"God. You were good," she whispers. She nods against my chest, kissing my now damp white shirt. She strokes over it and giggles.

"You'd better get out of this, it's sticking to you anyway. Take it all off Walter. I want to see you now."

"Your wish is my command," I rumble moving back and sitting up on my knees.

"Oh, I like the sound of those words, I think," she smiles lazily at me.

"I bet you do," I growl.

She does rather look like the cat that ate the canary. Oh yeah. I want her to eat something all right. But it ain't no song bird.

I take off the wet dress shirt and toss it on the floor. The t-shirt comes off next and follows. No time for the Felix Unger act now. Nope, I'm ready, willing and able so it's drop 'em quick, and once more into the battle soldier. My guns at the ready.

Scully watches me with avid interest as I undo my belt, whip it through the belt loops, and toss it onto the floor. I have to get off the edge of the bed to yank my pants and underwear down, both at once. I step out of them and last but not least I rip off my socks. Then I turn and stand to face Scully where she's propped up on one elbow enjoying the show.

I have to say I stand a little taller tonight. My cock's jutting out like a metal rod for a change. Yup. We're on automatic tonight, agents. Yes sir. No manual transmission for Walter S. Skinner this evening.

She looks up at me and smiles. I can practically see her pupils dilate as she focuses on my crotch.

"Bring that over here."

"My pleasure."

"Oh, it will be," she chuckles.

As I walk over she sits up and drapes her legs over the edge of the bed. I end up standing in front of her, my cock pointing at her nose. She reaches forward and toys with my balls, rolling them around carefully, hefting them.

"These are beautiful," she nods.

"You have fantastic hands," I tell her, reaching down and caressing where she's stroking my scrotum.

She looks up and I see the love on her face. I move my hand up to her cheek and caress her there as well.

"And you have such brilliant eyes. So clear, so...full of life and intelligence."

I see her blushing a little.

"It's true," I chuckle, running my hand through her hair.

"Thank you Walter. I think you have kind eyes really. I mean you try to make them hard like steel but it doesn't always work. No, right now they look like two chocolate kisses."

I chuckle again.

"Walter..."

"Yes?"

"I...I want to take our time tonight. We have all night and...and all weekend really. I don't have any plans and I just want this to be about us giving each other as much pleasure as we can."

I nod, "I'd like that Dana. I'd like that very much."

She nods back at me, "You and I and Mulder have been in Hell so often, Walter. I just want tonight...well I want us to take each other to Heaven for a change if we can. Will you let me take you there, Walter? Do as I ask so we can go there together?"

"Yes," I answer simply, "I will."

"Can you last?" she whispers, "I mean I know older men...well...Mulder and I are working on that...his lasting longer but...can you hold back or would you like a condom?"

"I can hold back. I can tell you when I'm close. Why?"

She smiles up at me, her eyes dancing.

"Because the longer you can hold out, the more fun I'll have with this," she takes my cock up and strokes it.

"Oh yeah..."

"And when you do come you'll go off like a rocket."

"To Heaven..."

"Right. And hopefully I'll be going along for the ride."

"Oh yeah babe, you're going. I'll see to that too," I growl down at her.

"Good. Now don't come," she advises me sternly, toying with my erection.

"Count on it," I rumble.

God damn. Who'd a thought she likes to top too. You know - I could get to like this whole idea. Once in a while. Like I said variety is the spice of life. It's a total turn on too. Yeah. I like it. So what? Bite me. She will and I'll love that too.

Scully grips me firmly at the base with one hand. She works her mouth over the head of my dick and then I watch as she swallows me down.

"Oh Christ, yeah. Suck me," I groan.

She does, with finesse, and a technique that I'm beginning to think is a variation on Mulder's version. Different but just as superb. Scully uses more tongue whereas Mulder relies on pressure. Either way I'm rocking my hips in ecstasy, eyes closed, and my hands on Scully's shoulders in very short order.

"Oh, oh, oh," I mumble. I'm making myself very aware of every sensation so I can enjoy this to the hilt as well as obey Scully's commandment of *thou shalt not come*. Before I feel like I want to buck a lot harder to go for broke. I give her the verbal signal I've decided to use.

"Hold up," I gasp and she backs her head off, releasing me wetly.

I stand there still leaking pre-cum so we're ok. The feeling of wanting to thrust hard is waning a bit as I get control of my breathing. But my whole body is tight. Tingling. It's pleasant but painful as well. I'm poised on the edge between pleasure and pain and it's exquisite.

"What about you?" I ask Scully. It's hardly fair to be the center of attention. Let her do all the work.

"Oh Walter, if you could only feel what this does for me," she croons seductively.

"I think I just did," I reply in a low voice, "that was wonderful. God woman you've got some talent."

"Why thank you. Want to find out what else I can do?"

"By all means."

Later still...

It's been a frenzy of almost continuous foreplay. We wind ourselves tighter and tighter, then ease off - and repeat the process over, and then over again. Both of us are almost out of our minds with the endorphin rush. We communicate with grunts, moans, gestures, short commands. Or we just grab what we want to have touch where, and go at it again.

My cock in her mouth, between her breasts, in the cleft of her ass. She shakes her head *no* when I touch her anus experimentally. Ok, so we're not going there. She tells me she prefers not to do it and Mulder, respects her wishes. She has no problem giving that pleasure. She's just not into receiving. I can understand. I appreciate Scully having the guts to admit it. I kiss her passionately and I know that I'll abide by her wishes. Then I go down on her again, taking her to the point just before she's going over, but pulling back when she yells hold up. Now we're both playing the game. I grin and so does she.

Scully takes a bottle of scented oil out of her night stand. Sandalwood. We begin to use that to lube up our bodies. We sit across from each other - but very close, and slide our hands smoothly over our skin. We do it simultaneously to each other and watch our panting, gasping delight.

"Oh babe, Jesus, Jesus," I moan over and over as Scully rubs my cock and balls in her hands.

And still neither one of us will come. I stick to the bargain and so does she.

Finally we're both slick with sweat, oil, pre-cum, and Dana's natural juices. I'm lying on my back almost lost in the most unbelievable erotic experience I've ever had in my life. My hands are stretched back and I'm holding on to the bars of the head board just to ground myself to something so I don't fall off the edge of the world.

"Do you do this for Mulder?" I ask Scully hoarsely.

"Yes. We...this is how we sometimes spend a whole weekend. Especially after a tough case," she pants, lying flat next to me. I can see her rib cage rising and falling. "We just need to...to connect again and feel as alive as possible," she adds, breathing roughly.

"God. It's...fucking fantastic. But, Dana I can't hold out much longer. I...I gotta come."

"Oh I think we're about ready for blast off, yes," she pants again.

"Woman, you're too much," I laugh, turning to face her. She rolls to face me as well and we begin to run our hands over each other again.

"You never thought I'd be like this in a million years, did you?" she replies, moaning low as I finger her nipples. They're covered in oil and very sensitive now.

"Hell no. Not under those prim and proper suit coats and skirts, or pant suits you wear. I thought you were a conservative, by the book tight ass just like me, who...uhhhhhGod," I gasp as she slides down my body licking and kissing as she goes. I throw my hands up again and grab the headboard, straining for control.

"But you love me this way, don't you Walter?" she laughs.

"Fuck yesss...uhhhhOH!" I cry out as she engulfs my cock again. She starts to suck, and suck hard. I glance down and see her hollowing her cheeks. She's fantastic. Totally wanton, gone. So am I. Almost too far again.

"No!" I gasp. If she keeps it up it's all over. And I wanna fuck her. Fuck her inside really bad.

She lets go and pulls herself up my body.

"I want you, Dana. Bad. I wanna fuck you, lover. Come on. Let me before I lose it," I plead, laughing, shaking and sobbing all at the same time.

"Yes. Yeah. S'time..." she pants.

Both of us are fumbling in haste now. It's comical, She's all arms and legs and I'm just long legs flailing because I'm still clutching the head board for dear life. We're laughing. Gasping some more.

"How? Dana..." I want to know how she wants this. I suspect she wants it on top given the trend tonight. She likes that control and I don't have to worry about crushing her. Besides the view is fucking fantastic for me. And as I said - if she wants to top - fuck - I'm there. Something deep down inside me screams to give up control tonight. Just let her do it. Do me and tell me whatever she wants me to do to make this the best for us both.

She smiles wickedly and then climbs up and over my thighs as I suspected she would. I bring my hands off the headboard and up to grip her arms to steady her.

"No, hold the head board. I want to see your arms tight like that so I can run my hands over those hard muscles," she gasps.

I grab the posts tight and stretch up.

"Like this?"

"God yes. You look so good," she whispers.

I smile knowingly at her. She sees I realize what she's about tonight. My playful Master and I want it. Crave it. She returns the knowing smile and moves forward to poise over my erection.

"It's all yours babe," I encourage her, moaning as she takes me and does all the work herself.

"Yes, it is," she affirms, licking her lips.

She positions my cock at her entrance and then shifts a bit into position. Then I watch, gasping as she sinks down on me, slowly.

"Oh fuck. Fuck yes. God damn you're nice and tight," I hiss between my teeth.

"Uh...I wonder why," she moans with pleasure.

Sure it's a tight fit all right. But after the hour and half of driving each other out of our minds, she's more than capable of taking my size.

"You can handle it," I rumble, "you can more than take it."

"You know it," she hisses.

I arch my hips up just a little bit to help her along.

"Oh, good...Feels good," she whispers, and then she's sitting, flush with my groin at last.

Everything is very still. Scully runs her hands over my groin, caressing my scars.

She runs her hands up to my arms and then over them, round them, feeling my muscles. I flex my forearms by gripping harder and she smiles in appreciation.

"I knew I'd like it. Your arms...I mean," she trills.

"Yeah, it's a rush for me too, babe," I grin.

I watch her face as she moves back and sits up again. She rests her hands on my groin. Waves of pleasure pass over her features. She tilts her head back a little and swallows hard. Her hair is wet and perspiration is pooled a little between her taunt breasts. A flush spreads over her chest and neck and once again I see those tiny freckles. God, she is just so rare. I smile like the Cheshire Cat when she looks back down at me.

"You should be pleased with yourself," she grins, running her hands into my chest hair. She flicks my nipples and I wriggle a little, "You've been a good boy. I can't even tell you how great this is."

"You please me," I whisper, "I love you, Dana"

"God, Walter I...I never thought you...that we..."

"It's ok. I don't think either of us expected this, Dana. But it's right. It's going to work and...and it sure as hell feels wonderful. Christ. No shit."

She nods her head, sucking on her lower lip.

"I love you too. I love having you inside me."

"You're beautiful. I love being here too," I smile, punctuating my words with a tiny thrust of my hips.

She sighs with pleasure. Then she fixes me with a questioning look and speaks breathlessly.

"Can you do it and still hold on?" she whispers, gesturing toward the headboard. She's challenging me with her voice. She runs her hands over my groin again, up onto my chest and then bends forward a little to feel my taunt arm muscles again where I stretch to hold onto the wood above my head.

"Hard and fast or soft and slow?" I ask her raising an eyebrow.

"What do you think?" she replies, clenching her thighs tight against my hips.

"Ok. Hang on baby. This is gonna be some trip," I warn her.

"Don't worry. I'll keep up," she laughs, throwing her head back.

I grip the headboard hard as she pulls halfway off my hard on and then sinks back fast, crying out in pleasure. We start to move rapidly right away, pumping up against each other, hitting flesh against flesh with audible slapping sounds.

"GodGodGod!" I murmur over and over as she slides up and down, knocking my nuts on the downstroke.

"Yes...Yes...Fuck me," Scully whines. She's still stroking my groin. my chest, nipples. Up and down my arms. It's incredible and I'm rolling my hips as well, and grunting with each thrust.

"Uh, Yeah. I'll fuck you. Move. Do it."

"I love it. You're so hard."

"Yeah. You got me that way, baby. Hot and hard. Fuck, yeah."

I arch up and meet her next downward movement, thrusting in deep enough to just brush her cervix. I pull back down so I don't hurt her. But the feeling of my dick hitting it makes me cry out incoherently.

"Walter!" she cries with me, biting her lower lip and nodding as she plunges up and down again.

After that we go mostly pre-verbal. Just grunts, moans a few more curses. I feel my balls swelling almost impossibly tight. They're drawing up and I know they're going to do their duty any second now.

Finally at the very end we're throwing ourselves together like a fucking jackhammer. Scully cries out for me to take her hips. I let go of the headboard and grab her, steadying her so she can angle just right. All along she's been working her clit that way. But, I do manage to get between us to rub her swollen flesh with swift tugging strokes. It sends he over immediately and she arches back screaming and thrusting against me desperately. Her hips are pounding into my thighs. Her inner muscles clench me tight and I gasp hard with the sensation.

"DANA!" I shout. I thrust up rapidly. Three more quick strokes and I see nothing but white light and hear nothing but a roaring buzz in my ears. I shut my eyes tight and watch the spinning fireworks behind my eyelids. I'm distantly aware of every muscle in my body beginning to spasm. It really is a total body convulsion. My balls contract and I can feel my cum filling Dana. It's backflowing out a little because I *am* spurting like a rocket. I'm aware I'm making some kind of guttural sound. The waves of searing ecstasy that arc through me are indescribable and I call out to Dana, holding her hips, trying to convey my love and the joy that's she's giving me.

I can hear her then, sobbing with her own pleasure. Crying my name, how good I look, how handsome, powerful, how much she loves me. She's holding my arms as I bow up towards her. Dana was right. She was so right. This is Heaven and at the end I see my angel to prove it.

We collapse together sideways, Dana's legs, wrapped around my waist. Her arms pulling me close into her embrace.

I'm moaning, not quite able to speak yet. She rains kisses on my face, and scalp as I struggle to breathe normally again.

"Whoa, whoa," I cough, laughing.

She's giggling, "The rooms spinning."

"No shit. Come here," I laugh, pulling her close. We lie face to face and I run my hands through her damp hair. My cock is rapidly growing flaccid and I shift a little thinking I should pull out.

"Stay," She whispers, "just a second, ok?"

"Ok," I whisper back.

"Hold me. I like this," I smile into her hair, running one hand over the leg that traps my outer hip.

We lie together, connected for just a short time, feeling each others breathing calm and become regular again. Finally she moves back and I run my hand down to steady myself so she can pull off me. My cock falls limp and sticky against my thigh.

Both of us just lie there, staring at each other in silence. We still touch and stroke each other lightly. Gentling our twitching muscles. When we're ready, I shift onto my back and Scully lies on my chest. Both of us are content and exhausted but it's the best. I haven't come this hard with a woman in years - well - maybe never. This was every bit as good as with Mulder. Different but just as loving, and just as sweet.

"I guess we know that was good," Scully breathes out at last.

"Nooooo, do tell," I chuckle.

"The bed's a mess," she giggles.

"We're all sticky," I laugh, kissing her hair, "You wanna shower?"

I glance at her alarm clock. 3 AM. I grin. We've been fucking all night. Well I haven't done that in a while either. I guess we won't have to worry about a shower in the morning.

"I think a quick one, yes," she looks down at her sweat and semen streaked thighs.

"Go first, I...is that your linen closet out in the hall?"

"Yes."

"I'll change the sheets while you shower then," I volunteer. If I can crawl out there. Mutherfuck I'm beat. But man that's just fine.

She kisses my chest.

"Thank you. You are a true gentleman," she says, levering off me to get up.

I grasp her arm before she pulls away.

"Dana...I...thanks. Really. For everything. For being you and for...for being so understanding. For giving me a night I won't forget...ever."

She smiles gently, looks down, shy again. Dana Scully is a personality, I'll tell you. She unfolds like a flower. A puzzle slowly solving itself in my mind. I like this contrast in her a great deal. The contrast between her enjoyment in bed and her more stoic public persona.

It's obvious that she enjoys sex. No question. Under the right circumstances and with the right person, she's willing to give herself completely. To share all and accept all in return. She's playful, wanton, free and a hell of fuck to be blunt about it. But at other times, she's much more reserved, formal, almost shy. We have that in common. I recognize it and I admire it because to me - it's a strength. I've considered it a strong point in myself, and also a strong point in a really good agent.

The combination of passion and reserve is a talent that she has and as much as I love Mulder - he does lack this trait I admire so much. But...it's important that he does lack it. It's his intuitive talents that need free reign. His passions are worn on his sleeve and they need to be because that's what works for him. And all in all, this is why we will all fit together so well. We really do compliment each other. Scully and I are similar enough that we can support each other. And we can work to ground Mulder - give him the anchor he needs to function. I smile over this idea as I stare into Scully's downcast face.

"Hey," I rumble, releasing her arm and gently pushing up her chin, "take the compliment, agent. I don't give them that often," I growl in my best AD voice.

She laughs, grabs my hand and kisses it with great feeling. Then she bounces back off the bed with more energy then I could ever hope to have at this moment. She stands next to the bed for a second.

"Thank you, Walter," she nods gravely.

"Don't mention it. Now go get your shower."

xXx

Saturday, June 19, 1999. 6 AM. Dana Scully's apartment bedroom. Georgetown.

Phone? I'm going to kill whoever that is on the fucking phone, I think, staring blearily at the alarm clock.

I hear Scully fumbling on the night stand. Grabbing for her loudly beeping cell phone.

"Shit," she curses, almost knocking it off.

She flips it open, thumbs the *Phone* button and rams the phone to her ear.

"Scully," she blurts into it.

"What's wrong?" she asks in alarm struggling to sit up.

I'm lurching to sit up as well. I'm thinking something must have happened to her family...or...Christ! Mulder!

Her face calms instantly however.

"Oh...Mulder. I...I miss you too," she smiles tenderly.

He must have called her because he just wanted to hear her voice. My heart fills with my love for him too. Sometimes he can be genuinely considerate and wonderfully romantic. Hey, I like a little romance. Get used to it.

"Flipped a coin?" Scully asks, chuckling, "Well, I'm flattered."

"Oh, couldn't reach him though?" she grins glancing at me. I reach over to the other night stand and snag my glasses from the spot they ended up in last night. I put them on, adjusting them on my nose. Well, you know how it is with glasses, right? Sometimes you can't hear without them on?

I raise an eyebrow and she mouths *Mulder tried to call you*. I smile. I think Monster boy is about to get a little surprise.

"Hmmm? Oh no - uh - I don't think he's on recharge" she giggles, "....although it's a possibility. Hang on a sec," she smirks. She hands me the phone.

"Hey, monster boy," I growl into the receiver. I can hear the whoop of laughter even when I hold the phone out to keep myself from going deaf.

"You dog!" he laughs as I place the phone back to my ear.

"Fuck you," I laugh.

"Oh and I will too - I have to make up for lost time," he bubbles with delight.

"So, missed us huh?" I ask, smiling.

He goes quiet on the other end. I hear a little sigh.

"Yeah. I really missed you both. I told Scully I flipped a coin to pick which of you to call first. I really couldn't decide."

"So I gathered. I'm flattered too babe," I purr at him. I know he likes that low growling purr. I can practically feel him vibrating with excitement on the other end of the line.

"So are you two simpatico?" he asks with love in his voice.

I glance at Scully's sleepy but joyfully satiated face and I nod to myself.

"Yeah, that's a roger, good buddy. I think we're on the same page now."

Scully smacks my shoulder and I laugh.

"Hold on baby," I chuckle into the phone. I look over at Scully and she yawns. I mute the phone.

"Mr. Wayne, tell the Boy Wonder I'm going back to sleep. Tell him I'm well fucked and I can not possibly keep my eyes open another second," she giggles.

I grin and thumb the mute button as she turns over and settles down under the covers.

"Bat Woman said to tell you she's well fucked and passing out. So, she'll catch you later."

"Oh yeah. She's gonna catch it all right," he replies, the lusty grin obvious in his voice, "I can see I'd better remember to take my vitamins."

"Advisable," I nod, feeling my own tired muscles.

"So...it's going well?" he asks again, making small talk.

"Yeah. We have some stuff to tell you about work - but it can wait. Did it go ok with the lawyers - with your mother?" I wince a little. I really have a hard time liking Teena Mulder.

"Teena 1, Lawyers zip, so yeah, it's fine. She's in a victorious good mood so we're getting on fairly smoothly."

"Good," I nod, "So, you'll be back Tuesday, right?"

"Yup. With bells on."

"...your dick," I rumble laughter into the phone.

"Hmmm. Yes, my dick," I hear him giggle.

It's suddenly quiet on the other end of the line. Then, I hear a metallic sound coming over the air waves. It's the tell tale sound of a zipper being pulled down. Christ he's up and dressed at 6 AM? Teena must really be cracking the whip. I hear a soft, wet sound. Jesus he's...oh man.

I hear him breathe raggedly. I grin despite the fact my ears are reddening. I'm about to speak but he beats me too it. I smile wide at his gasping words.

"So, Walter....what are you wearing?"

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