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Stay Tuned
by Gaby
"Thanks for the help, Alex!" he yelled sarcastically into the house, dropping everything onto the wooden kitchen table. At least it had stopped raining. Well, once he was safely in the car, of course, and not a second sooner. He had been soaked running from the supermarket to his Taurus, parked in the one available space on the far side of the parking lot. Mulder shook his head and decided now was not the time for self- pity. He was home, he would soon be dry and he was looking forward to a wonderful evening with his lovers. "Walter just called. He can't make it," Krycek announced, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen and watching Mulder put away the groceries. He didn't seem to think his help was needed. "What?" Mulder spun around, a head of lettuce in one hand, the other about to open the refrigerator. "But he promised!" "Yeah, I know, I know. He said there's an emergency meeting with the Director. He said to tell you he was sorry." "Fuck." "I wish." Mulder couldn't help but smile. "Yeah," he agreed softly. They had planned on spending the evening playing 'Strip Poker With A Twist' as they called it. Living in a threesome relationship was difficult—even more so in their case since they also lived in a D/s relationship—so they had decided early on to keep it interesting by playing games or indulging in fantasies. One of them was catering to Skinner's need to dominate and the younger men's need to play the submissive role. And hell, all three of them loved an erotic spanking, giving and receiving. So, about once a month, they played their very own version of poker: Skinner would strip whenever he lost, teasing with lovers with his slowly revealed body and catering to his slight exhibitionist streak. Mulder and Krycek, already only wearing their birthday suits, would receive half a dozen playful swats for every hand they lost. By the time Skinner was completely naked, the other two men had flaming asses...and all three sported raging erections. They were lucky to make it to their bedroom before they ravished each other most 'poker nights'. And now Skinner couldn't make it. Fuck indeed. "Oh well, no reason to cry over spilled milk," Mulder commented philosophically, brandishing a gallon of it. Krycek rolled his eyes at the bad pun. "And what are we supposed to do now?" he whined. "Don't worry, Alex, we'll think of something." Mulder shoved the economy sized pack of Cap'n Crunch at his lover. Krycek sighed and finally started to help put the food away. "Hey, I met Mrs. Jacobson at the store," Mulder suddenly announced. "You know, from down the street?" Krycek frowned, not able to put a face to the name. Mulder didn't seem to care much, he plowed right on. "Remember the other night, when we were watching TV and suddenly the channels changed for no reason?" The younger man frowned even more, not being able to follow the conversation. What had Mrs. Jacobson to do with their TV? "Yes, I remember that. But we had a nasty thunderstorm that night, Fox, that's why the TV suddenly went crazy." "Ah-hah!" Mulder declared, one finger thrust dramatically into the air, looking as if he was about to reveal the world's greatest secret. "But it wasn't!" Krycek couldn't help but smile when he saw his lover. "It wasn't?" he echoed, trying to hide the chocolate chip cookies under the sink, squirreling them away just for himself in the secret stash he kept there. "Nope," Mulder agreed, matter-of-factly striding over and rescuing the cookies from their hiding place and putting them in the pantry. "See, Mrs. Jacobson told me her sons had been pulling a prank the last couple of weeks, changing TV stations and driving the neighbors insane with it." Krycek, having found one last blueberry muffin in his secret hidey-hole under the sink and just having to devour it, made a waving motion with his hands, indicating that he needed to swallow before he could comment. Mulder grinned and bit his lip to keep from laughing. His lover looked like a chipmunk. After a long moment, Krycek asked the obvious, "How the hell did they change TV stations?" "Actually, Mrs. Jacobson said it's quite easy. All you need is a remote, neighbors that watch TV on the ground floor so you can see the set through the window, and some luck. See, this only works if the TV and the remote control are the same brand." "Oh please, Fox, you're so gullible. Do you really believe this shit?" "No, I'm serious. The TV set needs to be rather new but other than that, it's supposed to work. You can use your remote on someone else's TV as long as it's the same make. Well, and as long as the set's not too far away from your remote, of course..." Mulder finished folding the paper bags and put them away for disposal. When he looked up, he saw his lover staring at him thoughtfully. Their eyes locked. They had a telepathic discussion. They broke out in grins. "You get Walter's remote, I'll get yours," Krycek instructed gleefully, already halfway up the stairs to the master bedroom. Ever since they moved into their new house and had thrown together their respective households, some things were there in double—and, sometimes, triple—so it was difficult to find a place for everything. Skinner's state-of-the-art entertainment center, including an obscenely large and flat plasma screen that made movie theaters look pathetic, was their beloved baby and resided in the family room. Mulder's old TV was set up in their bedroom, hardly ever used but loved nonetheless. "Lucky us," Krycek crowed, waving Mulder's JVC remote. "Two different makes! That'll double our success!" He shared a grin with his lover who cradled Skinner's Philips remote like a raw egg. "Shouldn't we wait till it's dark?" Mulder asked, watching the younger man shrug into his black leather jacket. "People could see us." "Well, duh, Sherlock," Krycek replied. "I suggest we go to the next neighborhood over. It's a fairly long walk so it'll be dark by the time we get there." Mulder nodded. "Good thinking," he agreed. "Wouldn't want to be caught by people who have been victim to the Jacobson boys already, right?" The two men paused at the front door, sharing another grin. They felt like schoolboys about to do something forbidden and couldn't stop the excited fit of giggles. "This'll be sooo much fun," Krycek enthused, all but bouncing through the front yard. "Almost better than poker night," Mulder agreed, beaming in anticipation. They stole their way down the street and headed towards the townhouse district of their neighborhood, chuckling and grinning the whole time.
Their neighborhood was divided into an older part, famous for its beautiful townhouses, and a newer sector where families were living in Colonial style homes which had been built in the last few years. The men had taken one look at their house and had fallen in love with it. The neighborhood was friendly, a nice mix of young families with children and yuppie couples. When they had been house hunting, the men were surprised by the neighbors' friendly openness. Nobody seemed to have a problem with three men living together, a fact that had encouraged the men to move in. On foot, it took Mulder and Krycek a little less than half an hour until they were in the middle of the 'old part', and by that time, dusk had turned into darkness. The townhouses had been converted either into two family dwellings or into apartments. In either case, the family or living room was often facing the street, and Mulder and Krycek could easily detect a running TV by the bluish flickering coming through the windows. The younger man snickered, grinning like an idiot. "This is gonna be so much fun," he enthused, whispering. "Come on!" And he dragged his lover to the nearest house, ran up the stairs to the front door and leaned over the railing to look into their first victim's living room. "Can you see the TV set?" Mulder whispered, crouching down low. "Not really. Looks new though. Give it a try with your remote," Krycek replied, pulling on his lover's jacket. Mulder stood up and aimed the remote at the TV set inside. He pushed a button. Nothing happened. "Hmm, you try it." Krycek raised his remote, holding it like a gun, and muttered, "Bang!" while he pushed the 'off' button. The TV turned off. Krycek turned towards his lover, snickering gleefully. Mulder grinned broadly and ducked his head, desperately trying to stifle the urge to laugh out loud. The man inside the apartment gave a surprised grunt and turned his TV back on. With an evil smirk on his face, Krycek turned the thing off again. Swearing loudly, the man got up and walked over to his TV set, banging on it with both fists. Krycek dutifully turned it on again, making sure the Weather Channel was on. Their victim jumped, startled that his TV apparently worked again, and then frowned at the TV station. He grabbed his remote to change it, only to have Krycek switch it back to the Weather Channel. Mulder, who couldn't keep himself under control anymore, forcefully dragged his lover away and down the street. Once they were out of immediate earshot, he gave in and hooted with laughter. Krycek didn't hold back either and joined in until tears were running down his face. "Damn, that's great fun! Let's do it again! Where's the next victim?" He looked around with sparkling eyes, found another flickering light in a nearby window, and dragged Mulder toward it. This time, Mulder had more luck. He contented himself with doing what he liked doing the most at home: surfing through the channels at top speed. The young couple on the couch glared at each other and began to fight over their own remote, accusing each other of not leaving it alone. Wanting to be helpful, Mulder decided to end their argument and shut their TV off. That stopped the couple short, staring at each other in shock. It also caused Krycek to bite into the sleeve of his jacket to keep from laughing out loud. Mulder himself was gnawing at his lip forcefully in hopes of keeping in the gales of laughter. They decided leaving the scene of the crime would be the best course of action, so they ran down the street and around a corner, finally stopping and catching their breaths. "I haven't had so much fun in years, Fox," Krycek admitted, shaking his head in wonder. "Who would've thought pulling pranks would be such a great idea?" Mulder laughed, then grew serious. "I remember pulling pranks with Samantha when we were kids. We always had a blast." He shook his head as if to clear it, then smiled again. "Well, I'm glad it's still working," he announced, looking around. "So, where to next?" Krycek also looked up and down the street. "There don't seem to be many people at home yet," he commented. "Or they don't have their TV sets on." "Let's go look on the next street then," Mulder suggested, and they jogged off again, still snickering and putting their heads together like giddy schoolboys.
Still, after an hour they had to admit that there weren't as many potential victims as they had hoped. Just as Krycek had discovered, not many people were home or had their TV sets on the ground floor, easily accessible for the pranksters. When they did find a flickering TV, it often wasn't of the same make as their remotes, so they couldn't wreak havoc. Krycek glowered at the JVC remote in his hand. "We've been magnavox-ed," he muttered. "Out-pioneer-ed," Mulder agreed. "De-sony-cized," Krycek nodded glumly. "Okay, okay, let's not overdo it here, Mr. Bad Pun. We'll try Tremont and Church Street. There are lots of apartment buildings. I'm sure we'll find a few more poor hapless victims there." He gave a sharktoothed grin which brought a matching one from Krycek. The men were still having the time of their lives, even though they hadn't been as successful as they had hoped. Tremont wasn't much better, so they decided to give Church Street a try. Mulder discovered that there were quite a few tenants already at home who weren't watching TV yet so, after a few tries, the men were able to scare the living daylights out of the people by 'helpfully' turning on their TV sets. They huddled close to the ground, snickering into each other's shoulders while they listened to their victims desperately trying to find out why their TV sets suddenly seemed to have a mind of their own. Still, they didn't have much luck on Church Street either, and to top it off, it started to rain again. Mulder sighed. "Damn! Guess that's it for tonight, huh?" "I'm not giving up that easily," Krycek announced, purposefully walking up the stairs of the nearest building and crooking a finger at his lover. Once Mulder stood next to him, the younger man smirked. "Screw TV sets," he said solemnly and grabbed Mulder's hand, placing it against the dozen or so door bells next to the entrance. He put his own hand on top of his lover's. "I say, stick to the tried and true," he declared and pushed, ringing all bells. Mulder was shocked for all of one second, then broke out into a huge grin and ran after his lover who was laughing as loud as he was. They looked over their shoulders and saw lights going on in the apartments, which only caused them to laugh harder. They felt like little boys and, from the sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks and happy smiles on their faces, they looked like them, too. "Car!" Krycek suddenly warned when he saw the headlights coming down the street after them. He pushed his lover to the side, and they both ended up behind a well-trimmed hedge, crouching in a tiny puddle of mud. Even the fact that they were now soaked and dirty couldn't stop the men from having a blast. They continued to snicker and grin while they waited for the car to pass by. "Think Walter will get suspicious?" Mulder asked, fishing the expensive remote out of the muddy water at his feet. He had dropped it during his jump. Now holding it up, he watched water slowly trickling out of the casing. For whatever reason, both men found this incredibly funny. They laughed uproariously. "Nah," Krycek finally managed to press out. "He'll never notice." They looked at each other and burst out into another fit of giggles. "Come on, let's go home," the younger man suggested, getting up and trying to wipe the mud off his denim-covered knees. Even though it started to rain heavily, the thoroughly soaked men still didn't lose their good mood. It took them over half an hour to get home, and they looked like a total mess...but that didn't stop them from loudly declaring that this had been the most fun they had had in years. So, even the fact that their Dom lover was waiting for them in the kitchen, arms crossed sternly across a broad, muscled chest, and with a deep frown on his face, couldn't wipe off the happy grins both men were wearing. It took them a few moments to register what was really going on before they reacted appropriately. First, the grins slowly faded. Then, the remotes—still carried in their hands— disappeared behind their backs: not that it helped any. Last but not least, they plastered false smiles on their faces and tried to look innocent. They failed. "You're home," Mulder finally announced. "And they kicked you out of the Eff Bee Eye, oh brilliant investigator," Skinner growled sarcastically, shaking his head in mock wonder. Then he cocked an eyebrow in Krycek's direction, obviously waiting to be told where they had been and what they had been doing there. The younger man merely smiled seraphically. "If we had known you'd be home by now, we wouldn't have gone out," he blurted. "Out?" Skinner echoed, his eyes taking in his lovers' appearances: dripping water and mud on the kitchen floor. "Uh, yeah. We, uh, we were...we decided to take a leisurely evening stroll through the neighborhood," Mulder nodded, eyes wide and oh-so-innocent. Skinner let his eyes travel up and down the sodden clothes of his lovers. "Right," he muttered. "Well, we had no idea it would start raining again or we wouldn't have gone but then it did—start raining, I mean— so we had to turn around and head home right away..." "But we got really wet anyway, and we started to run but Alex slipped and almost fell head-first into a puddle of rain and I tried to grab him and we sorta ended up on the ground, in the water..." "And that's why we're so wet and muddy 'cause, you know, the puddle was a bit muddy, I don't know why, it just was..." "But we thought it's not that important, we were lucky not to have broken any bones! It was a really nasty fall, Walter, you should've seen the way I grabbed and rescued Alex, I'm a real hero!" Mulder was really getting into the swing of things and had begun to wave his arms around dramatically—and forgetting that he was still carrying Skinner's remote in one hand. Krycek saw it as well and rolled his eyes. "And somehow none of that really interests you, does it, and you're just asking yourself, 'why is Fox taking my remote for a walk?' and we're in deep shit because we can't explain that one away...am I getting close?" Krycek ducked his head and looked up through his thick eyelashes, knowing that this almost always caused Skinner to cave in, hoping it would work again this time. It didn't. "Thank you," the older man replied solemnly, knowing and acknowledging that they were finally getting somewhere. Then he turned to Mulder and held out his hand, crooking one finger in demand. Slowly, hesitantly, Mulder relinquished his hold on the remote. Skinner grabbed it and looked at it from all sides. Then he raised one eyebrow inquiringly. Mulder sighed deeply, almost heart-breakingly, and stared at his feet. "I heard of a really cool prank where you use your remote on other people's TV sets to really confuse and spook them so Alex and I went and tried it out for ourselves. It was really cool, it worked, we had fun, even despite the fucking rain and that idiot forcing us to hide behind these stupid bushes so we wouldn't be seen leaving the scene of the crime, so to speak, and anyway, it's all your fault because you had promised us a poker night and then you cancelled on such short notice..." Mulder mumbled, looking like a penitent yet still slightly stubborn twelve-year-old. Skinner cleared his throat noisily. "Gentlemen, you're soaked and you're shivering. I don't want you to catch cold so you'll go and take a long hot shower. Alex, en suite bathroom, Fox, guest bathroom downstairs." The younger men nodded dutifully. "Then you'll both come to my study. You've acted like total brats, pulling such an idiotic prank, so I'll treat you like brats as well." The younger men winced, their hands going to their behinds and covering them out of their own volition. They knew what that meant. "Exactly, gentlemen," Skinner agreed, grinning inwardly. His subs looked so cute, like naughty schoolboys. "We'll discuss the rest of your punishment for pulling said prank after the spanking. But first, I want you to get warm and dry, so run along!" He gave each man an encouraging swat on the ass and watched his lovers run to do his bidding.
The big man waited a few minutes before he went into the master bedroom to grab some comfortable sweats, tee shirts and thick socks for his lovers. He laid out Krycek's clothes on their bed and then went downstairs to the guestroom, putting down Mulder's clothing there. Since his lovers were still in their respective showers, Skinner went into the kitchen to prepare some hot chocolate. Mulder was in the middle of pulling the tee shirt over his head and startled slightly when he suddenly came face to face with his Dom. Then he smiled broadly and took an appreciative sniff. "Hot cocoa," he exclaimed, grabbing one of the cups Skinner was holding. "And you even added marshmallows! Thank you, Walter!" The older man couldn't help but smile at the exuberance and gave Mulder a tender kiss. "Calm down, Fox, it's just something to help you get warm again," he chuckled and gave his lover a mild swat on the naked behind. "Get ready and meet me in the study, okay?" Mulder took a careful sip of the hot beverage, closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. "Sure thing, boss," he replied, grinning. Skinner shook his head in mock consternation and went upstairs again. He discovered Krycek still drying himself. It always took the younger man a little longer due to his lost arm. "Come here, Alex," Skinner said softly. "Let me help you." Krycek smiled gratefully and began to purr when his lover rubbed and massaged his shoulders and back. "Wanna skip the scolding and start playing right away?" he asked in a throaty whisper, sending a smoldering look over his shoulder. Skinner wasn't moved. "Get dressed, naughty boy," he growled and slapped the pert ass in front of him with the damp towel. "Well, it was worth a try," Krycek replied jovially, sitting down on the bed and grabbing the tee shirt. The older man chuckled and knelt down to help his lover with the socks. "We'll play," he promised. "But first things first." "Spoilsport," Krycek muttered though they both knew that it was he, Krycek, who needed the discipline and enforcement of boundaries and rules more than anyone. They both grinned at each other, Skinner making sure that his lover knew he wasn't angry with him. "I'll wait for you downstairs," the older man said, pointing at the steaming mug on the nightstand. "There's a little something to warm you up." Krycek smiled. He had smelled the hot chocolate a mile away. "You could warm me up," he replied, batting his eyelashes coquettishly. "Oh, I promise you, I will warm you up," Skinner retorted, laughing. "At least parts of you." The younger man pulled a face. "Spoilsport!" he accused again, only to cause Skinner's laugh to turn louder.
A few minutes later, Mulder and Krycek stood in front of Skinner's desk in the older man's study, shuffling their feet nervously. The big man had found out that this was the best way to deal with his subs. It always reminded him of the time he had been their superior and had to chew them out, and found it funny that they—especially Mulder—had never cared one way or the other back then...now, however, was an entirely different matter. "So, care to tell me what exactly happened?" Skinner asked, looking expectantly at his lovers. Mulder and Krycek exchanged a long look, obviously talking to each other telepathically, before Mulder began to recount the events, with Krycek filling in the gaps. Skinner listened intently and then leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers thoughtfully. "Well then," he began. "Since that 'idiot who forced you to jump behind the bushes', as you so eloquently called him, Fox, happened to be me on my way home, I know very well what you did." The two younger man swore under their breaths hearing that particular bit of news. "I saw you two running from a house and down the street, and I asked myself just what my two lovers were doing there. I thought I'd stop and pick you up since it was raining, but when you hid behind the hedge I decided these men couldn't possibly be my lovers." He shook his head, still having a hard time wrapping his mind around that fact. "I happen to know that a lot of elderly people live in that house, Fox and Alex. I'm sure they weren't expecting anyone to ring their bell past nine in the evening. I'm also sure you scared quite a few of them with your silly prank." Mulder and Krycek paled visibly. "We didn't know," Krycek exclaimed. "I'm sorry! We just thought it was a bit of fun! We didn't want to scare anyone." Skinner nodded, knowing it to be true. "Still doesn't change things, boys. What you did was wrong. This might be funny at the age of seven, but you're both way in your thirties by now." He looked pointedly at his lovers, especially Mulder. "Though, of course, there are enough incidents proving me wrong." His lovers grimaced at that. "We wouldn't have done that if we had known..." Mulder began, but his Dom stopped him with one stern gesture. "But that's the point, isn't it, Fox? You didn't know! You decided it was worth the risk just for the thrill and fun of it." He shook his head again. "Look, I know you didn't mean to be rude or to scare anyone. And I'm the first to admit that I was known and feared as a brilliant prankster in my time." The three men shared a soft smile at that mental image. "But the point is, I was a young boy back then. You, gentlemen, are grown ups! You should know better!" Skinner's voice was pure steel again, and the younger men winced visibly. "We're sorry," they mumbled as one, heads low. "Good," Skinner replied, getting up and stretching himself. Mulder and Krycek watched the play of muscles nervously. "You two acted like typical brats. I think there's only one way to deal with this: treating you like the brats you are. I think a traditional over-the-knee spanking is called for." The tone of his voice brooked no argument, and the younger men knew better than to whine. Still, they both didn't like to wait, couldn't stand to wait, so they both pointed at their own chest and announced, "Me first!" Skinner smiled inwardly. It was a rare sight indeed, his lovers fighting over the privilege of being spanked first. But he knew it unnerved both of them to the point of a breakdown, especially when they had to listen to the other's punishment, so he shrugged and announced jovially, "Well, my lap is big enough for two when we're cuddling. Don't see why it shouldn't be big enough for a double spanking." Mulder and Krycek gaped at the big man, mouth open. "What?" Mulder finally croaked. "Unless, of course, you want to wait until it's your turn, Fox?" Skinner offered, smiling. "Uh, no, that's okay," Mulder muttered, obviously not okay with the way things were going. Still, anything was better than having to wait. "Great! Well then, let's adjourn to the living room, shall we?" The younger men followed their Dom, dragging their feet. When they finally came to a halt in the living room, they saw Skinner sitting in the middle of the sofa, his legs on the ottoman that usually served as a coffee table. The big man patted his thighs invitingly. "Over you go," he encouraged his subs. With a deep sigh, both Mulder and Krycek lowered their sweat pants and then scrambled over Skinner's lap. It took a good bit of maneuvering around, but in the end the big man had his subs exactly where he wanted them: four lovely, round, pale butt cheeks lined up and waiting for a well-deserved spanking. Skinner grinned and caressed the buttocks over his lap. "Do we need to recount your sins?" he asked, and two dark heads shook 'no' frantically. "Good. I think you both know what you did wrong, don't you, boys?" The two dark heads nodded. "Very good. Then let's begin." With one last caress to the bottoms, Skinner raised his hand and brought it down squarely on Krycek's left butt cheek, which was the closest. He had placed the youngest man snug against his stomach so he could have more leverage lying on the sofa. Mulder, with his two arms, was better equipped to balance over the ottoman. Skinner firmly wrapped his left arm over both men's lower backs and proceeded to rain down spanks on all four cheeks, alternating without rhythm so they never knew where the next swat would land. Once both bottoms were glowing in a healthy red, Skinner decided to concentrate on the sit spots, delivering hard and fast, always three swats at a time. That finally broke through his subs' defense and they began to squirm and wriggle on his lap, trying to get away from the hard hand. They didn't get very far though, Skinner merely locked his left arm around them, his strong hold making it impossible for the younger men to move more than an inch at a time. The soft undercurve of their butts took on a dark crimson color, and Mulder and Krycek began to beg for mercy. They promised to be good, to never ever pull a prank again in their entire life, to become little angels if Skinner wanted. The big man smiled at that one: he loved his boys just the way they were, naughty. He waited until the tears were flowing freely, then he stopped the spanking. It took his subs a few seconds until they realized the punishment was over. They sniffled and wiped the tears off their faces, blushing a little. It got them every single time, the way Skinner managed to reduce them to tears. The big man rubbed soothing circles on his lovers' backs and muttered calming nothings. Finally, the younger men were able to get up. They twisted and turned, trying to see their backsides and wincing when they managed to glimpse the other one's flaming behind. "Punishment's not over yet, boys," Skinner announced gravely, causing Mulder to pout immediately. "You've spanked us enough!" he exclaimed indignantly. "I'm not talking about another spanking," the big man chuckled. "Come here." He knew Mulder needed affection after a spanking, and he gladly gave it to him. Since the younger man had never experienced loving discipline at home, he always felt a little vulnerable after a spanking, and Skinner happily reassured him with a cuddle session. Krycek, on the other hand, needed to play 'tough guy' for a couple of hours, trying to balance the tears he had cried with a false macho front. Skinner left him alone for the most part, giving him the time he needed. Once Krycek felt he had regained his inner strength, he would come out of his own volition and snuggle up to the big man. Krycek hardly ever snuggled, but a few hours after a spanking, he happily settled in Skinner's lap and enjoyed a bear hug. "Now," Skinner announced, helping his lovers to pull up the sweat pants, "I should probably insist on you writing apology letters to every victim of your pranks." He watched the younger men biting their lips, desperately trying not to voice their protests. "But I won't." His lovers sighed, relaxing. "I don't think it's really such a good idea, outing yourselves as naughty boys to everyone and their uncle. Most of the people will have probably already forgotten what has happened." "And we're really sorry," Mulder added with a wide-eyed nod of his head, playing for sympathy. "I know you are, Fox," Skinner replied, smiling. "Still, I want you two to sit down and write one apology letter each. We're not going to send it or give it to anyone. I just want you to think long and hard about what you did while you're sweating over that letter. It should drive the point home quite nicely." His subs grimaced but nodded anyway. "I want that letter to be handwritten, I want it neat, and I want it to be at least three pages long." "Three pages?" Mulder screeched but bit his lip immediately when Skinner gave him a stern look. "Three pages," he muttered, conceding. "You'll do that tonight before we go to bed," Skinner went on, ignoring the soft groans of the younger men. It was almost eleven, they were all getting tired. "I want you to sit on your tender behinds while you're working on your letters," he explained. "But, if you prefer, we can postpone this till tomorrow. Of course, by then your butts will feel much better so I would have to give you another short spanking to relight the flames." The younger men shook their heads frantically, causing Skinner to laugh out loud. "I thought so. Good. That's settled then." The big man grinned when he saw his lovers relaxing. They were obviously thinking this was the end of it. "In addition," he went on, his grin turning wider when he saw the crestfallen look on the younger men's faces, "tomorrow we will sit down and think long and hard what you can do to make it up to the elderly people in the last house. It might be a good idea to volunteer at the community center, boys. If I'm not mistaken, quite a few of our elderly citizens in the neighborhood go there. You could offer to help them with their grocery shopping or drive them to doctor's appointments, that sort of thing. We'll figure something out. In any event, this'll keep you from causing havoc in the near future." Skinner took the sting out of his words by ruffling both men's hair affectionately. Mulder smiled a little sheepishly but leaned into the caressing hand while Krycek pulled back slightly. "I dunno, Walter," he said thoughtfully, green eyes guileless. "You really think Fox couldn't wreak havoc wherever he goes?" He smiled angelically and turned innocent eyes on the loudly protesting Mulder. Skinner laughed out loud. "You're right, of course. But you'll be by his side, making sure he behaves." They shared an easy smile. Then the big man grew serious again. "Last but not least, I will revoke remote control privileges for a week." He held up his hands to stifle the loud protests. "You clearly showed you can't act responsibly around a remote, so you won't be allowed to get your greedy little hands on one until next Friday. I'm not revoking TV privileges, boys, and you may ask me to change a channel whenever there's something you'd like to watch." "But you won't necessarily change the channel, will you?" Mulder sulked. The big man smiled seraphically. "Of course not." "And we're not allowed to use Fox's TV?" Krycek asked. Skinner's smile grew. "Of course not," he repeated. That part of the punishment hit the younger men the most. They knew Skinner mostly watched CNN or C-SPAN. He couldn't care less for prime time television or sports events other than boxing—which both Mulder and Krycek hated unless they were able to watch their Dom in the ring—and there wasn't anything the big man hated more than game shows or talk shows, something the younger men were absolutely crazy about because they could make fun of the whole thing, yelling rude comments and outing the participants as complete idiots. It would be a very long week, they decided with a sigh.
Still, they managed to survive somehow. True to his word, Skinner generously listened to every hopeful inquiry but denied his subs the TV station they wanted to watch. The apology letters they had written the same night of the initial punishment spanking were heartfelt, and they kept them in Skinner's desk as a constant reminder to be good. The men also discovered that they could have fun at the community center; they not only volunteered to help the elderly, Mulder decided to work with kids and Krycek offered to help with the administrative side, answering the phone, preparing the bills, repairing and upgrading the computers there. So, all three men were actually pretty content and proud of themselves the next Friday when they snuggled up to each other on the couch, in front of the huge TV screen. "What would you boys like to watch?" Skinner asked, his arms around his lovers. "Why do you ask?" Mulder muttered, snuggling a bit closer. "So you know which channel not to turn on?" "Actually, I wanted to reward you boys for behaving this last week, but if you don't want to... There's this really interesting documentary on the Civil War on A&E I've wanted to watch..." Skinner laughed out loud when he felt his two lovers making a grab for the remote. "The Knicks game should be on," Mulder offered, hopeful eyes turned towards the big man. "Alex?" Skinner asked, waiting for approval or another choice. "They play against the Wizards, don't they?" Krycek asked, frowning. Mulder nodded. "Cool," he enthused. "Yeah, I'd love to see that, too, then." Skinner made a show of mulling over the alternatives before he was finally kissed into submission and laughingly agreed. They settled down to watch the game, the younger men happy to finally be allowed to watch something they liked, the big man happy to have two arms full of happy subs. Life was good. All three men were soon into the game, yelling and cheering— and, in the case of Mulder, throwing popcorn on occasion. It was an exciting game, neither team able to lead for long. There were only a few more seconds to play, and the Wizards were leading by two. The three men held their breaths, leaning forward, eyes glued to the screen. With only two more seconds to spare, the Knicks' forward threw the ball, aiming for a three-pointer. Mulder was almost out of his seat, hands already curled into fists in celebration, yelling "nothin' but net!" before the ball was even close... ...when the picture on-screen suddenly changed to a portrait shot of General Custer on A&E. Staring in utter shock at the TV screen, all three men made a wild grab for the remote control. They fumbled and let it drop down on the edge of their end table, causing the batteries to fall out. Mulder squeaked in alarm, desperately wanting to see the end of the game, while Skinner frantically tried to force the batteries back where they belonged. They both stopped when they heard Krycek laughing uproariously. Looking up, they saw the youngest man hunched over on the sofa, holding his sides, tears rolling down his face. "What the hell's so fucking funny?" Mulder yelled, not able to see the humor in missing the end of most exciting basketball game in a long while. Desperately trying to get himself under control, Krycek nodded his head in the direction of their bay window. "Bushes," he pressed out before another bout of giggles overtook him. Skinner frowned and looked over, staring at the bushes in question. They looked—like bushes. "Move," Krycek gasped. "The bushes. They move." He took a calming breath and wiped the tears of laughter off his face. Not in the mood for silly games, Mulder strode over to the window and peered out. Then he began to laugh like a maniac. Skinner still fumbled with the remote and the batteries, frowning when he watched Mulder, who was looking at the bushes, knock on the window and then point in the direction of the front door. "Fox?" he asked, bewildered. "What's wrong with you guys?" Mulder merely smiled and walked out of the living room. The big man heard the front door open and close again, then his lover offering some hot chocolate. Skinner was utterly confused by the time he heard footsteps—more than one pair—coming towards the living room again. Skinner looked up from the remote when Krycek began to laugh again. He followed the younger man's gaze towards the doorway and saw Mulder standing there, in front of him two boys of around eight and ten. "Walter?" Mulder announced with a formal gesture. "May I introduce to you the Jacobson boys?" Skinner stared, uncomprehending, for a split-second longer. Then he spied the remote in one of the boys' hands and joined in the loud laughter of his lovers.
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alancing his briefcase, his umbrella and two paper bags
filled to bursting with groceries, Mulder fumbled with the
keys until he could finally open the back door and was able
to stumble into the kitchen.
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TITLE: Stay Tuned
AUTHOR: Gaby PAIRING: K/M/Sk CATEGORY: it's a PWP, really, but without the sex. [g] Um, Humor? At least I hope it's remotely funny... DISCLAIMER: The show's over, CC abused them, I took 'em in and won't give 'em back! Bwahahaha! RATING: ohhh, I'd say R because there's a spanking...and a really silly prank! [g] WARNINGS: try this yourself and your neighbors will spank you! ;-) REAL WARNINGS: The boys are in a D/s relationship. There's no BDSM going on or anything but Skinner administers a (well- deserved! [g]) punishment spanking. It's not explicit, it's short, you can skip over it if you like, the story's working just as well without that particular scene... Still, if you do decide to read the story, please don't come yelling at me afterwards. You've been warned. AUTHOR'S NOTES: I read an article about how men turn into little kids again whenever the opportunity presents itself (and sometimes even when it doesn't). One of the examples was what inspired this snippet. It just screamed "naughty Fox and Alex"! [g] ADDITIONAL NOTES: As unbelievable as it may sound, this actually works! I didn't believe it at first either but I gave it a shot and was surprised to find it's true. (and no, I didn't spook hapless neighbors! I asked friends and family for their help!) Now, folks, don't try this at home. I'm a professional. [g] But rest assured, the boys don't fake it. LOL! EVEN MORE ADDITIONAL NOTES: This one is a birthday pressie for HollyIlex! Happy Birthday!!! :-) Thanks for all the help go out to Josan and Lorelei! :-) SUMMARY: Mulder and Krycek pull a prank... My website: http://gaby.slashcity.tv My addy: gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv (friendly feedback only, please! We're all adults here...please read the warnings first! If you still wanna read the story and then don't like it, it ain't my fault. Thanks!) |
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