He Came and He Saw
"You know, El, I'm really glad Walter's not mad at me for a change."
The black dog at his feet looked up when he heard his name, and gave a
quick bark of acknowledgement.
"Then again, I thought it was funny as hell, what your master Alex did,
so I really don't like the idea of your master Walter being so angry right
now."
Elvis cocked his head, as if mulling over that statement, before giving
another bark of agreement.
Mulder smiled and reached down, gently picking up the little dog and
placing him on his lap for a good cuddle.
"You're a good boy, El," he crooned. "You feel for Alex, too, don't
you?"
Elvis yelped in reply and then settled down, getting comfortable on his
sub-master's strong thighs. He had no idea what the heck was going on
behind the closed door of the 'get out, Elvis!' room, which his masters
referred to as 'den' whenever he wasn't around. He knew he wasn't
allowed inside normally, but heck, he wasn't a saint, just a normal little
dog, and there were just so many wonderful cables to chew on or books
to sniffle...not to mention that huge vase standing in the corner! Elvis
was convinced there was some tasty treat hidden inside! He had tried to
find out once but his master-master hadn't been pleased with him after
the vase had touched ground rather noisily.
And now two of his masters were inside that room while his third master
was sitting in the living room, rubbing his ears just the way he liked it.
All he could hear from the other two was his master-master's deep
growling voice and his beloved sub-master Alex's soft voice replying
every once in a while.
Elvis looked up at his sub-master Fox's face, hoping for some kind of
information.
"I know, El, I know, I wish they'd come out already." Mulder sighed.
"What a way to celebrate Halloween, huh?"
Halloween!
Oh, Elvis knew what that meant!
He gave a happy bark and jumped off his sub-master's lap, only to race
across the living room floor to 'his' corner. There, on his blanket, waited
his favorite toy: a rubber bat.
Elvis picked it up and brought it back to Mulder, looking up expectantly.
Mulder chuckled and took the rubber bat, throwing it towards the
entrance hall and waiting until Elvis brought it back. While they played
fetch, Mulder listened to the voices of his lovers, only hearing Krycek's
"I'm sorry" clearly. In between, Skinner muttered growl contained
words like, "irresponsible" and "impossible" and "you knew better than
that" and even "menace to society". Mulder's eyebrows rose in
surprise when he heard that.
The only thing Krycek replied was a subdued, "I'm sorry."
Somehow, Mulder couldn't help but imagine this to be a kinky play
scene, with Krycek as the penitent little school boy and Skinner as the
stern headmaster. He grinned inwardly and decided to share that
particular little fantasy with his lovers once they were both done in the
den.
"El, I think Walter is taking things a bit too far," Mulder told the dog,
and Elvis barked his agreement. "It was an honest mistake, after all.
Alex already feels bad enough as it is."
There was a long moment of silence coming from the den, then
Skinner's deep voice asking, "Do you want me to call Fox now?"
Mulder stood up, half expecting his fellow sub to ask for him. Scoldings
were always done in private—unless, of course, both subs were to be
scolded—but they could always ask for their fellow sub to witness the
punishment if they so desired. Mulder preferred to take a spanking in
private but Krycek usually asked for Mulder. Seemed his presence
helped Krycek stay in the here and now, and holding the younger man's
hand during punishment helped him focus on the fact that he was loved
throughout the spanking.
Still, this time Krycek's voice was loud and clear when he replied, "No,
I just want this to be over quickly."
Mulder frowned but accepted his fellow sub's decision, settling back
down on the couch and continuing to play fetch with Elvis.
Soon, the sounds of a serious spanking were heard coming from behind
the closed door. Mulder sighed and shook his head. Only Krycek could
pull a stunt like that, he decided. No small wonder he was getting his ass
tanned now, though Mulder still thought it had been funny. In a morbid
kind of way.
Elvis didn't want to play fetch anymore when the muffled cries began to
get louder. He knew it was his beloved Alex who was yelping behind
that closed door, and his little body began to tremble with pent-up
energy, wanting nothing more than to run to the rescue.
"I know, El. Me too, buddy, trust me. But it's Alex's own fault and he's
a big boy so he has to get through this all by himself. Come on, El, here!
Fetch!" Mulder threw the rubber bat again, but the black dog only
whined mournfully and walked to the den, curling up in front of the
closed door, waiting for his beloved Alex to finally come out so he could
take good care of his sub-master.
He didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes, the door opened and a
slightly flushed Krycek emerged, followed by Skinner. The fact that
they were both still wearing their costumes, made the whole thing a little
ridiculous, Mulder decided, while he himself thought his white Elvis suit
made him look extra cool.
They had been invited to a Halloween party which had a 'famous singer'
theme. Mulder had gleefully pulled on his Elvis costume, drawing
groans from his lovers. Skinner looked really hot, Mulder thought, as
Tom Jones. The toupet was kind of tacky, he had to admit, but the ass-
hugging leather pants ensured that Skinner was more of a Tiger than
good ol' Tom had ever been. And Krycek? Well, he looked particularly
cute in his salopettes and the plain white tee shirt. He even had his ski
goggles still hanging around his neck.
"Hey, Eminem, I'll share my candy with you," Mulder offered and held
up the plastic pumpkin the neighborhood kids had generously given him
as a thank-you for going trick-or-treating with them earlier that evening.
Krycek, who had hunkered down to greet Elvis, looked up with a shy
smile. "Okay," he replied softly, wiping the last few tears away and—or
so Mulder thought—looking absolutely adorable doing so. "But first I
wanna go change into something a little more comfortable." He made
his way towards the stairs.
"So, does that mean we won't go back to the party?" Mulder asked
carefully. He made sure to sound neutral so his lovers wouldn't feel
pressured into going if they didn't want to.
Krycek looked a little unsure and cut his eyes towards Skinner, as if
asking for permission. Apparently, they hadn't talked about what would
happen next, but it was obvious that the younger man didn't want to go.
"No, I think we'll stay here," Skinner replied non-chalantly, causing
Krycek to breathe a sigh of relief before climbing the stairs. Skinner
smiled a little sadly. "A shame though," he muttered, "the party
would've been a blast. Oh well. Maybe next year."
He stretched himself and moaned when a few joints popped noisily. It
was obvious that he didn't mind staying home, he was pretty tired.
Mulder smiled encouragingly.
Skinner pulled the toupet off and threw it down on the coffee table with
a sneer. "Damn thing itched all evening," he growled, rubbing his bald
head. Then he began to undo his tight leather pants. "And it was damn
near impossible to sit down or even breathe deeply in these things," he
muttered under his breath.
Mulder stared at the tight pants and the obvious bulge with lust, and
jumped up to lend a helping hand. "Let me," he offered with a sweet
smile, dropping to his knees and beginning to untie the bindings that
covered the crotch.
With his teeth.
"God, Fox, don't do that! I'm gonna... You'll... This is... Oh fuck!"
Skinner, head thrown back, groaned and fisted the chestnut hair of his
lover. "Fox, don't. I'm...I'm not in the mood right now."
"You sure?" Mulder teased, tracing one finger up and down the growing
bulge.
"Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for the offer though. I do appreciate it." Skinner
dropped into the easy chair, the open pants finally allowing himself to sit
somewhat comfortably. He drew a slightly pouting Mulder between his
open legs and framed the sulking face with his hands. "I mean it, Fox,
thank you." He smiled and pressed a kiss to the broad forehead, causing
his lover to smile back. "Maybe later tonight, in bed. Okay?"
Mulder nodded happily, knowing full well that they would have a night
full of tricks and treats, so he settled back down on the couch. He
scratched Elvis behind the ears while watching his lover, who had his
eyes closed, looking exhausted.
"You're feeling bad because you punished Alex," he finally ventured.
"No, I'm not feeling bad about that at all," was Skinner's adament reply.
He opened his eyes to give Mulder a long look. "Fox, he scared these
people shitless. How would you react when you open the door, totally
unsuspecting, and there's a guy in scary get up wielding a roaring three
foot long chainsaw in your face?"
"So he got the wrong house, big deal." Mulder shrugged, still thinking
privately that it had been a cool idea. "He just wanted to make a big
entrance, is all."
"He almost gave that poor man a heart attack. You expect some trick or
treaters and then this nightmare is waiting for you on your own front
porch. That man thought his own life and that of his family would be
over in the next few minutes!"
"That man called the police and they arrested Alex! Don't you think he
was punished enough already by all that?"
"No, I don't." Skinner sighed and rubbed his eyes. "He deserved that
spanking, Fox, and you know it."
"I'm sorry I fucked up, Walter," came a subdued voice from the bottom
of the stairs. Krycek had changed into soft sweats, and looked at the
older man hesitantly. "Thank you for leaving the party early to bail me
out. I'm sorry I called you but I didn't want to spend the night in jail. I
still can't believe they arrested me..."
Skinner sighed again, exasperated. "Alex, baby, come here," he
beckoned and patted his thighs. Slowly, hesitantly, Krycek walked over
and settled into the big man's lap, wincing slightly when his smarting
behind came into contact with Skinner's strong legs. "I'm glad you
called because otherwise we would've worried about you, baby,"
Skinner said softly, hugging his lover close. He knew Krycek needed
some extra affection now, and he was happy to dole it out.
"But you had a great time at the party and I ruined it," Krycek insisted.
"I'm sorry, Walter. I just wanted to impress everyone with a cool
entrance. I honestly just mixed up the addresses, is all."
"Alex," Skinner said patiently, tilting up his lover's face to lock eyes
with him. "I don't think I would've approved of that entrance even if
you had found the right house. That was just a bit too much, if you ask
me." Krycek winced. He hated the soft scoldings more than anything.
"But we already talked about this in the den, babe. You got punished,
the slate is clean."
"Yeah well, I'm still sorry," Krycek muttered petulantly. Somehow,
Skinner thought his lover was more sorry about having been punished
than about his little stunt. Still, he didn't want a morose Krycek
prowling the house for the next three days, so he decided to lighten
things up a bit.
He gave Krycek a hearty slap on his smarting behind.
"Hey! What the hell was that for?"
"I forgot to punish you for a very important thing," Skinner announced
gravely. He immediately had Krycek's undevided—if wary—attention.
The big man grinned. "You misused my brand new chainsaw, Alex. You
just took it, without asking me first. Don't you think that warrants a very
long and very painful spanking?"
Krycek couldn't help but chuckle. "Sorry, Walter," he mumbled, playing
the contrite little sub to the hilt. "I promise I will make it up to
you..."
He sent a smoldering glance from under lowered eyelashes, licking his
lower lip ever so slowly.
Skinner stared at the tip of the pink tongue for a full second before
shooting out of the chair abruptly, dislodging his lover and almost
causing him to fall on his ass. "I, uh, I'll go change," the big man
muttered, quite flustered. His exit was more a hasty retreat.
Mulder almost fell off the couch laughing.
When Skinner came downstairs a few minutes later, clad also in sweats
and a tee shirt, he saw Krycek lying on the couch, on his stomach, head
resting in Mulder's lap. His hand was dangling towards the ground
where Elvis was lying on his back, happily having his belly rubbed.
Mulder had the plastic pumpkin next to him on the couch and kept
feeding treats to his lover while they were watching TV.
"What's on?" Skinner asked, walking towards his lovers. He gave the
screen a quick look before rolling his eyes. "Oh, don't tell me...that
ridiculous killer tomatoes movie?!"
"It's scary," Mulder insisted around a candy bar.
"It's tacky," Skinner replied, stopping in front of Krycek and making
shooing motions with his hands. "Scoot, babe."
"Don't wanna."
Skinner raised one eyebrow before matter-of-factly grabbing Krycek
under the arms and lifting him up as if he were a child. Then he sat down
next to Mulder, draping his other lover over both their laps, Krycek's
head pillowed on Mulder's thighs again, his ass conveniently raised by
Skinner's legs.
"No more spankings," Krycek said, waggling a stern finger over his
shoulder.
Skinner chuckled. "No more spankings, I promise," he replied, pulling
his lover's sweat pants down and bestowing a kiss to each glowing butt
cheek. Krycek wiggled his behind, obviously asking for more. The big
man chuckled again and began to gently rub his lover's backside.
They watched the movie in companionable silence for a while until
Mulder suddenly piped up. "You know what I love most about
Halloween? Dressing up and fantasizing isn't considered kinky."
Krycek groaned at the bad joke. "Considering your costume, I'm not so
sure about that," he muttered.
"Hey, I'm feeling groovy in that suit," Mulder protested, looking at the
costume he was still wearing. "I look cool."
"You look ridiculous. But we love you anyway." Krycek flashed a quick
grin over his shoulder. "Besides," he deadpanned, "the best thing about
Halloween is that you get to do the whole neighborhood."
Now Mulder groaned and rolled his eyes. "That was so bad, Alex, even
for you."
Krycek smacked his lover's leg half heartedly, more for show than
anything, and then looked over his shoulder expectantly, waiting for
Skinner to make a comment as well. Mulder also turned to look,
expecting the big man to say something, but Skinner stoically stared at
the screen as if nothing had happened.
They waited a full minute, but Skinner appeared to completely ignore
them. Finally deciding that the movie was far more interesting, Mulder
and Krycek turned their attention back to the screen.
Another few minutes later, the big man slowly and purposefully bent
lower, close to Krycek's ear. The younger man had been trying to eat a
particularly hard piece of candy, biting and gnawing at it noisily.
"You know, Alex," Skinner crooned in that particularly deep bedroom
growl of his, the one that had his lovers turning into sex-crazed mush
within a split-second, "if you lick it, it'll last longer."
Immediately panting heavily, Mulder and Krycek shared one meaningful
look—and then pounced.
Sub-Urban Legends VII
by Gaby
Mulder settled back into their big comfy white couch, and grinned.
