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Debriefing
by Gaby
He sighed and rubbed a wary hand over his face. Reading reports for hours on end without eating lunch or taking so much as a bathroom break...no wonder he was getting a headache. Skinner took a deep breath and readjusted his glasses, rotating his shoulders until he heard a loud popping sound. Then he bent his head and tried to concentrate on the open file. He startled when he heard a soft knocking. Looking up and turning surprised eyes to his right, wondering who could possibly be disturbing him now, he realized that nobody was opening the connecting door to the ante room. Instead, the other door, the one leading to the hallway, opened without his permission, and two tall men walked into his office. Agent Mulder, looking sexy and infuriating at the same time, stopped about midway to the big oak desk, waiting for young Agent Krycek to catch up with him. "What are you doing here?" Skinner asked, frowning. Krycek brushed back his gelled hair nervously, fingered the hem of his cheap suit jacket and gave him a ghost of a smile. "You, uh, you asked for us, Sir," he replied softly. When all he received was a blank look from his superior, he elaborated, "You told us to 'get our asses up here asap' because of what happened down in Tennessee." He even made quotation marks with his fingers, a habit Skinner hated, but Krycek looked so endearing in that eager way of his that it didn't even bother the big man overmuch. "We can come back later," Mulder offered, grinning slightly. It was obvious he was cheering inwardly, happy that Skinner seemed to be swamped with work. He turned to leave again but was stopped when the big man bellowed, "Get your ass back here, Agent Mulder!" Krycek jumped and got a distinctive deer-in-the-headlights look before he quickly covered the distance to Skinner's desk where he came to an abrupt halt, standing almost at attention. Mulder, on the other hand, gave a bored sigh and strutted back, flinging himself into one of the guest chairs and motioning the younger man to do the same. Krycek looked nervously between his boss and his partner, not sure what to do. Finally, biting his lip, he relented and slowly sat down, perching on the edge as if ready to jump up any second. He gave Mulder another nervous look and received a nod in return, which made him break out in a hesitant smile, as if he had just been given a big reward. Skinner scowled. He hated the hero worship Krycek was displaying. "Sit down, why don't you?" he growled, causing Krycek to jump guiltily again. He remained seated though, checking in with Mulder again before settling down. Skinner's scowl deepened when he saw that Mulder merely smirked, self-satisfied. "Well then," Mulder said. "You got 'our asses up here'. What do you want to do with them now?" The big man felt his hackles rising. He honestly had no idea what his agents were doing here but Mulder's attitude alone asked for a tongue lashing. "Why don't we recount what happened in Tennessee?" he suggested, turning his eyes expectantly in Krycek's direction. He knew the younger man would be easier to intimidate. After a few seconds of plucking nervously on one cheap pant leg, Krycek muttered in a low voice, "I'm really sorry I totalled the car, Sir, it really wasn't on purpose. Of course I'm even more sorry that I hit that cow but I talked to the farmer just this morning and he assured me she's doing fine now, so that's a relief." He looked up, green eyes all wide and innocent, pleading silently for a reprieve. Skinner's eyebrows climbed very high. Car? Cow? After a long moment, he commented with a neutral, "Right." "Well, and I'll pay for the cell phone, of course," Krycek added, staring at his lap. Skinner's eyebrows climbed even higher. "Of course," he replied. When nothing else came from the young agent, he turned towards Mulder expectantly. "Anything to add, Agent Mulder?" A careless shrug was the only answer. The man was obviously finding all of this positively hilarious—the hazel eyes were sparkling with mirth, the full lips were curving into an insolent half-smile, and he looked as if he were about to place his hands behind his head in boredom and put his feet up on Skinner's desk. "So it was Agent Krycek's fault?" Skinner pressed, not believing that trouble magnet Mulder wasn't at least responsible for part of the disaster. When Mulder merely shrugged again, Krycek exploded. "If Agent Mulder hadn't lost his cell the day before while chasing after some mythical creature in the middle of the woods, he wouldn't have had to make a grab for mine! While I was driving, no less," he spat, obviously feeling that Mulder made him take all the blame. "I didn't lose my cell," Mulder yelled, his self-satisfied, aloof smirk forgotten. "It fell out of my pocket while I was running through— Never mind." He sat back, crossing his arms defiantly. "Anyway, you lost control of the car and hit that stupid cow." Skinner saw a chance to divide and conquer, and used it wisely. "Agent Krycek," he said placating, trying to calm the young man down. "I know you're a good driver. How come you lost control of the car?" Krycek blushed slightly and dropped his head, muttering under his breath. Skinner waited patiently, noticing the angry warning glares Mulder was shooting in the direction of his partner, and then urged him to repeat his answer. Taking a deep breath, Krycek said, "Agent Mulder tried to grab my cell phone because he had to make a 'very important call' suddenly. The phone was in my pants pocket. He wriggled his fingers around and distracted me and..." The blush deepened as his voice broke off. It took Skinner a moment until he had the mental image Krycek had painted. When he saw Mulder fumbling in Krycek's pants pocket, he immediately tried to push that image out of his mind again, not wanting to be unduly distracted. "Well, that's not exactly how it happened," Mulder chimed in. "I'm not to blame. Junior here just can't drive very well. I should've been behind the wheel." He was now positively sulking. "Regulations state that agents should take turns driving, and you were tired," Krycek protested weakly. Skinner had an inkling there was more to the story. The two men were acting too guilty, and their story—weird and typical Mulder as it sounded—just didn't ring true. "Anything else, Agents?" When no response was offered, Skinner decided to pin the weaker of the two—Krycek— with his best AD stare. "I asked, is there anything else?" He tried his best, he really did. But in the end, Krycek caved. He blushed again, biting his lip nervously. "C-can I speak f-freely, Sir? Off the r-record?" he stammered, cringing a little, obviously afraid of a Mulder-outburst. Skinner shot Mulder a warning glare, daring him to open that big mouth of his, before he turned to Krycek again. "Okay, off the record, Agent. What really happened?" It took Krycek a few more moments before he finally volunteered the information. "We gave each other handjobs while I was driving," he whispered. "I was, uh, distracted and then hit that cow..." After plucking his jaw off the ground, Skinner croaked, unbelieving, "Handjobs?" "Yes, Sir." The whisper was all but inaudible now. Obviously thinking that offense was the best defense, Mulder declared, "Don't worry about it, Sir, I've already explained to Alex in great detail that it was wrong to pull such a dangerous stunt, and I can assure you that he won't ever suggest something that silly, ever again." "Oh, you do, do you?" Skinner retorted sarcastically. "And how are you going to assure that?" "Let's just say that I gave Alex a good talking to," was Mulder's smug reply. He actually looked pleased with himself. The big man turned to Krycek and saw him squirm in his seat. "Care to explain?" When Krycek shook his head, obviously embarrassed, Mulder gave a self-satisfied smirk and patted the buckle of his slim leather belt. "They always say corporal punishment is a great deterrent. Guess they are right, aren't they, Alex?" Skinner raised a surprised eyebrow and watched Krycek nod reluctantly. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but he was at a loss for words. Finally, he managed to stammer, "You took your belt to Agent Krycek's ass?" "Sure did," Mulder replied, grinning like a cat that got the cream. "After all, I have an obligation to look after my junior partner, right? And he was the one suggesting the handjobs. I told him it was too dangerous but he insisted. Well, I'm sure that was a lesson he won't ever forget." Mulder nodded to himself, as if congratulating himself to a job well done. The big man shook his head in disbelief. "I gotta see this to believe it," he muttered under his breath. Krycek apparently took that at face value because he slowly got up, shrugged out of his jacket, and hesitantly pushed pants and briefs down to mid-thigh. He had his back turned towards Skinner, and when he bent over to undress himself, the big man could see the undercurve of his butt peeking out from under the white shirt tails. There was a thin red line adorning that part of the posterior, so Mulder had obviously told the truth. With a deep sigh, Krycek lifted his shirt and presented a well-striped ass. There were only three stripes, one at the very top of his butt, one right in the middle, and the last one painted across the undercurve, but they looked painful enough. No wonder the young man had been squirming in his seat so much. Skinner stared at the punished ass for a long moment before he commented drily, "Been target practicing, Agent Mulder?" "I'm a natural, Sir," was the chuckled—and obviously smug—reply which caused Krycek to blush and squirm even more. The AD turned his attention to the youngest man and asked, "Did you consent to this, Agent Krycek?" "Oh, yes, Sir. Agent Mulder didn't force me in any way. That doesn't mean I was happy about it but...well, the punishment made sense at the time..." "Good." Skinner nodded his approval. He would've torn Mulder's head off, had he done this without consent. "So, you'd say this is a successful way to teach a lesson?" Obviously embarrassed by this, Krycek muttered, "Yes, Sir." "So, that means you won't do anything that stupid, ever again?" Skinner pressed. "No, Sir, I won't." "Good." Skinner saw Krycek pulling up his pants again and said, "Don't bother, Agent." Krycek dropped his pants, surprised, and turned around to look at his boss. The big man got up and slowly walked around the desk to face his agents. The ominous look on his face didn't bode well. Neither did the bulging muscles straining under his crisp white shirt. The miscreants couldn't help but notice the play of biceps, and wondered if Skinner's hands had always been that big. "We're still off the record here, gentlemen," Skinner announced, waiting for nods of understanding. "You did something stupid and dangerous. And let's not even mention the rules and regulations on fraternizing that you're breaking." The scowl he sent his agents spoke volumes. Mulder and Krycek had at least the decency to look contrite. "You need to be punished for what you did, I'm sure you'll agree." Mulder looked as if he wanted to argue that point but wisely shut his mouth when he saw the scowl on the big man's face. "I can try and help you keep a low profile. That means I'll have to punish you off the record. Or we'll do this officially, but rest assured, the OPR won't be pleased with the details about the handjobs." Krycek grimaced at that thought. "Wh-what would that off-the-record punishment entail, Sir?" he asked bravely. Skinner stared pointedly down, indicating the striped butt with a nod. "I would even out the color on your ass, Agent Krycek," he replied calmly. He saw the young man blanch at the news and hurried to add, "Only with my hand, nothing more, I promise." "I think he was punished enough, Sir," Mulder commented stubbornly. "He already learned his lesson." "Well, I'm sure he won't suggest handjobs again while driving, but there's more to be punished, most notably the fraternization. I personally don't care what my agents are doing in their free time as long as their jobs don't suffer, but this obviously went too far. So, he'll be punished for that." He gave Mulder a level look. "Just like you," he clarified emphatically. Mulder shot out of his chair, fuming. "You will not—" "Oh yes, I will. Not only for the fraternization but also for the handjob." "That was his idea!" Mulder protested, sounding like a petulant five year old. "But it was your responsibility as senior agent to show more wisdom. You could've said 'no', Mulder. That's the word I often use when you come to me with a 302 for a wild goose chase. The word you never seem to hear when I say it. Maybe you'll finally understand its meaning once it's paddled into your ass." "P-paddled?" Mulder croaked. Skinner walked behind his desk again and opened a drawer. "Say hello to my trusted friend, Mr. Ruler," he said gleefully, holding up a heavy 16 inch wooden ruler. "I think you're even more to blame for this than your partner, and besides, he already has a striped ass. So, what's it gonna be? You're in the same boat, you have to make an unanimous decision. I can't punish one of you off the record and report the other one to OPR." They had to agree this made sense, so Mulder and Krycek huddled together for a quick discussion. It seemed that the younger man readily agreed and finally managed to win Mulder over as well. So, nodding reluctantly after a minute or two, both men turned to their boss and waited for further instructions. Skinner nodded, giving them a proud and reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it'll be okay," he said soothingly. Then he perched on his desk, one thigh aligned with the edge, and beckoned Krycek over. "I'll start with you because you've already been punished," he explained and helped the young man over his thigh, the chest supported by the desk. "What's the lesson I want you to learn from this, Agent?" "Don't do anything dangerous and don't fraternize, Sir." "Well, at least don't fraternize too obviously," Skinner relented with a chuckle. The mental images that kept popping up in his brain, showing him both sexy men in graphic detail, made it clear that it would be a shame to forbid them their pleasure. The big man stared at the naked butt offered up to him, took measure and landed a first spank. Krycek yelped, obviously surprised by the mere strength, and soon realized that he definitely was not getting off easy, even though Skinner didn't use any implements. He wondered how painful that ruler was going to be. It took Skinner only a couple of minutes to even out the color, and soon Krycek's posterior glowed a healthy shade of red. The young man was sniffling slightly, as if embarrassed, but held himself bravely. The big man helped him to his feet and squeezed one shoulder reassuringly. "You did well, Alex," he said softly, and was rewarded by a watery but sincere smile. Mulder balked slightly but finally found himself across Skinner's thigh as well. He gulped when he stared at the ruler lying innocently on the desk next to his nose, and clenched his butt cheeks involuntarily. The ruler disappeared, and he felt its presence behind him, threatening his still unblemished posterior. "Lesson, Agent?" "Never to pull stupid stunts," Mulder muttered. "Close enough," Skinner chuckled. "Try to remember this lesson for at least a couple of days, okay, Mulder?" And before the younger man could give a snarky reply, the big man raised the ruler and landed a perfect swat right to the fullest part of the bottom. Mulder yelped and kicked his legs, shocked by the intensity. Skinner didn't care, he concentrated on turning the behind a vibrant shade of dark red, matching the one Krycek was wearing. It didn't take too long, the ruler was sturdy and packed quite a wallop, so Mulder was allowed to get up and join his penitent partner after a couple of minutes. They both wiped their faces surreptitiously, looking like contrite little schoolboys. Neither of them made any move to pull up their pants over tenderized behinds. Skinner put the ruler back into the drawer before he walked up to the agents. He looked at them long and hard, making sure that they had truly learned their lesson, before he matter-of-factly grabbed them to offer a reassuring hug. After a moment's hesitation, he felt their arms wrap around his back, and he smiled, relieved that they obviously held no grudge. Finally, he took a step back and gave them a level look. "A handjob caused you to run over a cow?" he repeated, unbelieving. Krycek grinned. "What? You don't like the story?" "It's the best we could come up with on such short notice," Mulder chimed in helpfully. "I mean, we needed something that would really make you want to spank us." "Believe me, Fox, anything you did while you were my agent made me want to spank you," Skinner replied laughing. "And Alex's damned hero worshipping was really getting on my nerves too." He couldn't help but guffaw when he saw his youngest lover flutter innocent eyelashes his way. "But seriously, boys, what are you doing here? Not that I didn't enjoy your visit..." He grinned. "We miss you," Krycek pouted. "You promised to take it easier but you're still in the office most Saturdays. We were bored..." "And we knew you'd be bored as well, reading all those reports," Mulder added. "Ain't that the truth," Skinner sighed, glancing at the still high stack of folders waiting to be perused. "And not one of 'em by me!" Mulder went on. "They at least gave you something exciting to read." They laughed, and Skinner landed a light spank on his lover's behind in retaliation. "We just thought it might be fun to surprise you with that fantasy you've harbored for years. The one about spanking us as agents," Krycek explained, his hand gingerly fingering his gelled hair. "Don't get this the wrong way, I thoroughly enjoyed myself here, but I really hate fantasies where I have to play the rookie. If I have to wear one more cheap suit or one dollop of hair gel, I might just start screaming and never stop." His lovers chuckled and cooed over him mockingly. "Poor baby," Skinner crooned, pinching Krycek's nose teasingly. "Will it help any if I told you that you boys made my day with this impromptu visit?" Krycek cocked his head as if thinking very hard about it, then he finally nodded. "Guess so," he conceded graciously, waving a hand vaguely. "And anyway, it was sort of a fantasy for us, too, right, Fox? I mean, we always wanted to be punishment spanked as part of a play scene..." "Oh yeah, and it made me even hornier than I thought!" Mulder enthused. "You don't say?" Skinner deadpanned, grabbing both of his lovers' erect cocks. They groaned helplessly and thrusted into the big man's fists. "Well, let's see if there's a way to say 'thank you' properly..." And before the younger men could react in any way, Skinner knelt down in front of them, gently forced them to stand closer together and then matter-of-factly sucked both their dicks into his mouth. "Fuck!" Mulder yelled when he felt Krycek's erection rubbing teasingly against his own while Skinner gently scraped his teeth over the hard flesh. Krycek, on the other hand, was at a loss for words and merely groaned helplessly, his knees buckling dangerously. Skinner couldn't deepthroat while attending to both dicks, but he could use his teeth and tongue to stimulate and tease, push them together and make them rub enticingly against each other, sucking so hard that they seemed to melt together... Mulder might have an oral fixation and knew how to use it to drive his lovers out of their minds, managing to bring them to climax without once touching a dick, only by nibbling, sucking and licking their nipples. Krycek might have an unsurpassed skill to deepthroat so forcefully that his lovers always felt as if their balls were sucked out through their dicks. But Skinner knew how to blow them both at the same time. And they loved him for it. After an embarrassingly short time, the younger men came, shooting down Skinner's throat and yelling hoarsely. They slumped over the kneeling man, panting and sweating, and muttering sweet nothings to their lover. Skinner slowly got up, grinning self-satisfied, and readily agreed to join a languid three-way kiss. "Do you want us to take care of this little problem here?" Mulder finally managed to croak, gently squeezing Skinner's erection through the dress pants. "You callin' this little, boy?" the big man mock-growled. "Want me to spank you?" Mulder chuckled. "Uh, no, thanks. I've had my share for today." He rubbed his smarting behind absent-mindedly. "But I wouldn't mind a repeat performance soon," he added with a hopeful look. "Me neither," Krycek chimed in, grinning happily. "As long as I don't have to wear cheap suits or hair gel!" Skinner laughed and gave him a sweet kiss. "Agreed. And I tell you what. You boys go home and get ready for me, and I'll give my damnest to get these reports done asap. When I'm home you can take care of 'this little problem' here," he said, gesturing to the prominent bulge in his pants. "It'll be a wonderful incentive to work quickly." "We give you two hours, Walter. If you're not home by then, we will spank you!" Mulder announced solemnly. They had never talked about the kink with Skinner on the receiving end, but the mental image of the big man lying across Mulder's—or Krycek's—lap did cause three dicks to twitch noticeably. They were all surprised by that reaction and couldn't help but grin at the possibilities. Skinner cleared his throat and morphed into his stern AD persona. "Well, gentlemen, I suggest you get dressed again and leave my office. I still have a lot of work to do." He sat down behind his desk, looking all business. "And if I should happen to find you two fraternizing in my bed..." He left the sentence hanging meaningfully. Mulder and Krycek grinned. With their pants back where they belonged, they began to walk towards the door. "Hey, Fox, what do you think I should do if I found our boss fraternizing with you?" Krycek asked innocently. "Guess we'd have to tell OPR," Mulder mused out loud. "Though I somehow feel I'd probably find him in bed with you, junior. He looks like a cradle-robber to me..." "Out!" Skinner yelled, trying very hard to sound stern, and failing miserably. He could hear his lovers' delighted laughter as they walked down the deserted hallway, and promised himself to make an extra stop on his way home. There was this little shop in a quiet side street, catering to the kinky side of their love life. Surprising Skinner by playing out his fantasy to distract him from a boring Saturday at the office, his lovers most definitely had earned a special treat. The younger men had always begged him to finally buy that beautiful black leather sling. It cost a damn fortune. But the possibilities... Yes, Skinner decided, the sling it was. And making that extra trip would also ensure he'd get home after the two hour curfew he had been given... He grinned, imagining himself draped over his lovers' thighs...and then wriggled desperately to readjust himself in his suddenly too tight pants. THE END. ADDITIONAL AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, you guessed right...this is, of course, a sequel to Backstreet Boys and Wet And Wired! :-) (well, in a way, at least...LOL!) This now officially closes the door on the "Fantasy Files"! I mean it! Really! That's it! Move along! Nothing here to see! Honest!
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TITLE: Debriefing AUTHOR: Gaby DISCLAIMER: Not mine, no way, no how. (more's the pity) Doesn't mean they don't like visiting me though...<g> PAIRING: M/K/Sk CATEGORY: PWP...it's playtime for the boys, is all...<g> RATING: NC-17 WARNINGS: double spankings (not explicit), very oral skills <g>, no plot in sight... AUTHOR'S NOTES: Stupid season 2 DVDs! I can't get rid of my SkippyRat!Muse! Agh. Oh well, might use him just as well, right? :-) So, here we go! Thanks to Ratboy for repeated nagging, uh, I mean, asking nicely. <g> And to Lorelei for giving this one a close look. :-) ADDITIONAL NOTES: No cows were harmed during the making of this snippet. DEDICATION: This one's a birthday pressie for my dear Josan! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :-) SUMMARY: AD Skinner has to debrief Agents Mulder and Krycek...in more ways than one... MY WEBSITE: http://gaby.slashcity.tv MY ADDY (for friendly feedback only, please!): gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv |
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