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Archiving Old Fic – The Office Visit (aka Mistake #3) – The X-Files – Mulder/Skinner

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

Title: The Office Visit (aka “Mistake #3”)
Author: Squidgie (Walter H. Hopgood)
Email address: walterh@squidge.org
Fandom: X-Files
Pairing: Mulder/Skinner
Rating: NC-17
Archiving: OK to archive (just let me know where!)
Notes: This is offered as response to a challenge made on
the MaleSlashFans mailing list. That challenge was based
on an article in Mens Health Magazine on “eight things you
shouldn’t do with your penis”. Don’t blame me – this is
UnChuck’s fault. 🙂

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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Mulder made his way past the thick
door to his boss’ office, closing it solidly behind him. He
walked toward the larger man, his suit pants and white shirt
pulled tight against his body.

“Agent Mulder,” Assistant Director Skinner almost grinned. “I’m
glad to see you.” The built man rose from his chair and walked
over, meeting Mulder halfway. A meaty hand rose to Mulder’s
shoulder, as if to stop him. “Hang on a second.” Skinner
continued toward his office door, opening it up just enough to
poke his head out. “Miss Mathews?” He attempted to get his temp’s
attention. She was an older woman, slightly hard of hearing and
prone to bouts of daydreaming. Obviously, she was in this state
now. A deep throat-clearing cough rose from Skinner’s chest,
loud enough to wake the dead from Mulder’s last few cases, followed
by “Miss Mathews?” Skinner edged more of his body out of
the door.

“Oh, yes sir?” The light haired woman finally came back to reality,
a place where she obviously spent little time. She rose at her
desk, “What can I do for you, sir?”

The feeling of a tug on the front of Skinner’s pants caught him off
guard. “-Uh- Don’t get up! No, I don’t need anything further,
Miss Mathews.” Skinner felt a hand snake through the opening of
his pants, massaging his thick cock through his underwear. “Please
just go ahead and clock out,” he managed to add without sounding
too breathy. “It’s getting late,” he continued, as a wet sensation
began penetrating the material of his pants and underwear, “Just
clock out. I’ll see you on Monday.”

The office door shut quickly, and the room was filled with the
sound of the lock being turned, securing the lovers in the room
together. Skinner finally looked down and saw Mulder, on his
knees, with one hand inserted through the zipper, aiming the immense
cock down Skinner’s pant leg. He moaned as Mulder continued
massaging the larger mans balls and base of the cock. The hand
had snaked the cockhead out of the leg of the briefs and aimed it
towards the right pocket of the pants, where it was currently being
sucked and wet from the outside. “Mulder, dammit!” he quietly
exclaimed through clenched teeth, “Let’s at least get away from the
damn door.”

The tongue removed itself from the pant leg, “But Wally! It’s
kindof fun -”

“Don’t you ‘But Wally’ me, mister!” Skinner replied, with more
joviality in his voice than mock anger. He put his hands in Mulder’s
armpits and pulled him up to meet eye to eye. A quick kiss brought
their lips and tongues together. “Get over to my desk,” he hissed,
as they pulled apart.

Mulder withdrew his hand from his lover’s pants, leaving a gaping
hole where the zipper was down. He smiled and eased his way over,
waiting for Skinner to join him. As he tried to turn, a hand
held him in place. Skinner brought his body up against Mulder’s and
began rubbing his hardened cock between Mulder’s asscheeks, only
separated by the material of their clothes.

Kisses found their way from Skinner’s mouth, delivered lightly down
Mulder’s back. His hands followed down each side of Mulder’s
body, tracing each contour, pausing slightly only to reach around
and tweak the succulent nubs of nipple that lay on Mulder’s perfect
chest. Continuing down, Skinner bypassed the leather belt, and
dove directly to the asscheeks his clothed cock had just been
assaulting. Once there, he bit and gnawed at the material, at the
deliciously round bottom that was in front of him. “God, I love
your ass, Mulder,” he mumbled between bites. He breathed out,
letting the body warmed air caress Mulder’s ass cheeks, going
through the fibers and tickling the sensitive skin around Mulder’s
anus.

With the hot breath caressing him, Mulder pushed back, trying to
give more and more of himself to his lover. His hands went behind
his back, pulling the balding head closer to his body. The
combination of moistness and heat was turning him on greatly,
and his cock throbbed in his pants for attention. He guided
Skinner’s hands from his sides to where his penis lay screaming
in his pants, begging for attention. The larger man massaged
Mulder’s cock expertly, while his teeth nipped on Mulder’s backside,
leaving small marks of red underneath the material, as if to stake
out his territory.

Mulder pulled forward gently and turned himself around slowly to
face his lover. He gazed down into Skinner’s eyes, seeing the
fire that burned below the cool exterior. He leaned forward, bending
at the waist, and claimed a kiss. After their tongues mingled, each
tasting the other deeply, Mulder leaned back up, and ground his
crotch into his lover’s face. Skinner brought his hands forward and
grabbed for the front of Mulder’s pants, but had his hands swatted
out of the way.

“No,” Mulder said seductivly. “With your teeth.”

Skinner was always surprised at how sensual his lover could be.
To know Fox Mulder was to realize his passion, and Walter loved
that that passion spilled over from Mulder’s job into their
sex life. He obeyed, and leaned up, taking the end of the
leather belt in his mouth. As he moved his head, manipulating
the belt free, the taste of the leather in his mouth exploded
on his tongue, causing him to moan. Within a few more moves,
he freed the belt from how it had been locked in place. As he
moved up to work on the zipper, he realized how much his lover
was turned on, and nuzzled Mulder’s cock back and forth within
the confines of Mulder’s pants. Mulder hissed in a sigh, as
the sensitive cockhead was moved back and forth along the silk
lining of his woolen trousers.

“Take it out, Walter. Suck me off.” Mulder could be quite
blunt when it came to matters of the bedroom, and Skinner was
all too happy to oblige. He rose on his knees slightly, and
nuzzled his lips and tongue into the zipper opening of Mulder’s
pants. Skinner was eager to free his lover, so with the taste
of metal coming from between his front teeth, he began to
free Mulder’s member.

Halfway down, Mulder pushed his crotch into the larger man’s
face, grinding against the hot skin he found there. Skinner
felt hot flesh against him, and hurriedly moved his mouth
down, almost completing the trip of the zipper. With one
quick tug he was almost through, when a piercing scream
echoed through the room. Startled, but still holding the end
of the zipper in his mouth, Skinner looked up, and as he
saw the uncontrollable look of excruciating pain paint itself
across Mulder’s face, he too was subjected to a horrendous
pain that seemed to emanate from his lips. The pain was
unbearable, and the sound of two men screaming threatened
to bring down the walls.

*~*~*~*~*~

Dana Scully sighed, and looked at the paperwork that seemed to
fill her desk. It looked like it was to be another quiet
weekend at home, finishing what she couldn’t face at the office.
Another sigh left her lips, as she stood up and began to
shovel the paperwork into her case. Her actions were interrupted
by the shrill sound of a telephone ringing. “Scully” she
tiredly barked into the phone, after picking it up.

Milliseconds after responding to the phone, she knew something
was not right. There seemed to be a man in the background
who was in pain, based on the amount of noise he was making,
and the person holding the phone seemed to be breathing
rather hard. “Hello?” she queried.

The breathing man took a second, but finally spoke.
“Agen Scuwwy, dis is Waatu Skinnu. Pwease con up to ny
offiss now!”

Scully pulled the phone back and looked at it, as if it could
explain what was going on, then put it back to her ear.
“Skinner? Sir, are you OK?”

Exasperated, the voice cried out in pain, then tried to focus.
“No. Pwease get up here. Ny offiss key is unduh ny sekwateries
in box. Pwease huwwy.”

“Oh my god sir, are you hurt? I’ll be right there!” Scully
dropped her bag, and made her way to the stairs, up several
flights, and down the deserted corridor to her boss’ office
at break-neck speed. She tried the door, beating on it when
she found it locked. /The key/ she thought to herself.
/Where’s the damn key?!?!/ She tore the secretaries desk
apart searching for it, going faster with each cry of pain
that emanated from the office. The key finally surfaced,
after being roused from a stack of papers near the inbox,
and she shot to the door, unlocked it, and flung it open in
one quick, smooth motion. Exasperated, she ran into the
office to aid her ailing boss.

Three steps in she stopped cold, her face expressionless.
She stood there, staring at her boss and partner, each
of whom had a different part of his anatomy embedded
in Mulder’s trouser zipper. As it sank in, she was the first
to break the silence, with a small giggle. As it built, she
continued laughing uncontrollably, holding her stomach which
now ached.

The younger man could control it no longer. “Dammit Scully!”
he yelled.

It was followed up quickly by a loud “SHU DA DOOW!” that rose
from Skinner’s chest, filling the room.

Between giggles, Scully managed to ask, “I’m *giggle* I’m
sorry, sir. *giggle* What?”

Hot breath leaving his lips angrily, Mulder answered for the
larger man, “He said ‘SHUT THE DOOR’!” At that exertion,
he winced in pain and let out a loud yelp.

Scully composed herself enough to turn around and shut the
door, closing them off from the rest of the world. She walked
towards her partner and her boss, and tried to put on her
“Doctor” face, assessing the situation as best she could.
It appeared that Mulder was stuck on the downstroke of the
zipper, and Skinner on the upstroke, each with a fair amount
of flesh mangled by the steel. “OK, you two,” she began,
as she finished her examination. I’m going to go downstairs
and get a pair of needle-nose pliars and some topical xylocaine.
First I’m going to numb you up here,” she poked Mulder
gently just above the crown on the top of his penis, “and
you, sir, here” pointing to Skinner’s upper lip.

“Whatever.” Mulder said exasperated. “Can you just do it
soon. And quietly?!” Mulder knew he was never going to hear
the end of this. But getting Scully to help was the only sane
and safe way of getting them out of this situation without
hurting themselves beyond that threshold of pain on which they
were already teetering.

“Wait a minute,” Scully said, moving Mulder’s penis gently
in her hand. “Oh my god, look at this….” The tone of her
voice captured the two men’s attention, and diverted it
from the situation just long enough for her. With one hand
she grabbed the material of the pants, and with the other, the
cold metal clasp of the zipper, and yanked it firmly and
quickly up, releasing it’s two prisoners.

And the halls were filled with the sounds of two grown men
howling in intense pain, and one woman, laughing as she had
never laughed before.

The end.

Archiving Old Fic – On The Floor – The X-Files – Mulder/Skinner

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

On The Floor, by Squidgie (From the mid 1990s)

I don’t own a single one of The X-Files characters (though I wish
I did!) The characters are owned by FOX/1013/X-Files. I’ve just borrowed
them and written in a bit of my family’s tradition.

Feel free to archive at MSSS and post to alt.tv.x-files.creative. Anywhere
else, please ask first.

This story is rated PG. It is an implied M/M relationship. I’ve not
had it edited, ’cause it’s so damn short, so forgive the errors.

Feedback is much appreciated. Send to walterh@squidge.org

****************************************************************************

“Get down here.”

Assistant Director Skinner looked down at his lover. “Mulder…” he said,
in a tone that was just this side of a warning.

“Come on Walter. It’ll only take a minute,” Mulder grinned up to him.

Skinner knew better. Anything having to do with Mulder and being on the
floor never took a minute. “Mulder, your mother is expecting us in an
hour, and the highways are going to be packed.”

Mulder’s brow came together as the look of sadness and a bit of a pout
made it’s way onto his face. He raised his arm into the air, beconing
for his lover, “Please?”

Skinner knew he had lost at this point. A heavy sigh escaped his barrel
chest, and he tossed his overcoat onto the sofa. He took the offered hand
and sank to his knees next to his lover. “Now what?” he asked.

A smile replaced the pout that had been on Mulder’s face just a second
earlier. “Scoot closer, and put your head over here.”

Manipulating his frame on the floor, Skinner made his way into position,
carefully inching on his back. “Yeah? Now what?”

Mulder played with a switch in his hand. “This,” he said, as he turned
it to the on position.

Skinner’s face immediately changed from an inconvenienced scowl to one of
awe. His eyes lit up, watching the twinkling lights flashing above his
head. “It’s beautiful, Mulder,” he said, not taking his eyes away.

“I know,” was the reply, as Mulder inched his way next to him underneath
the tree. As the couple lay on their backs, staring up into the Christmas
tree with the colored lights twinkling off of the ornaments and tinsel,
Mulder brought his hand to his lover’s. As he clasped it in his own, he
whispered, “Merry Christmas, Walter.”

“Merry Christmas, Fox.”

finis

Archiving Old Fic – The Meeting – The X-Files – Mulder/Skinner

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

The Meeting, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)

This story involves male/male sex, in explicit terminology. In other
words, if you don’t like this kind of thing or you’re under the legal
age for your area, well, you can just get the heck outta here!

Spoilers for fourth season finale, fifth season opener.

This story is my explanation (conveniently without explaining a damn
thing at all! *grin*) of Mulder’s death, and it’s impact on Skinner. All
characters are owned by FOX/1013/X-Files. I’ve just borrowed them and
written the good bits that Chris Carter hasn’t. *grin*

Mucho-mucho thanks and big squidgie hugs go out to my editor and
cybersis, Panda. I know that Mulder/Skinner ain’t your thang, babe,
but thank you for proofing this for me! More mucho thanks to Steff,
my cybersis, who got me into writing again. And finally, thanks to
Rebecca Toolan who plays Mrs. Mulder on The X-Files for telling me
her character’s real first name. 🙂

Feedback is much appreciated. Send to walterh@squidge.org

****************************************************************************

Assistant Director Skinner was beat. Emotionally and physically, he felt
as if he had been torn limb from limb. The meetings that he had attended
regarding his Agent’s – his friend’s – recent suicide had him awash in
emotions. He couldn’t comprehend how Mulder could have done this to
himself. Sure Mulder had been under a lot of stress over the last couple
of years, having lost his father and almost lost his mother, but to
resort to suicide? Only making it worse were the feelings that Skinner
had hidden deep inside himself for Mulder. Sure, he had lost agents in
the past, and sure it had hurt. But none had showed so much courage,
so much passion for his work, so much determination to find the truth.
And none whom Walter had fallen deeply in love with over the course of
their working relationship.

Skinner took off his glasses and tossed them on the pile of papers on
his desk. Unable to concentrate because of the dull ache in his head,
he pinched the bridge of his nose, willing the stress and ache to go
away. He took in a deep breath, trying to forget the events of the
day and just relax. As he tried to shake off the stress, his phone cut the
silence with it’s high pitched shrill. Immediately, he began to tense
and adopted his normal persona and answered. “Skinner.”

The line seemed still for a moment. Just as he was about to repeat himself,
it became muffled, and a distant voice finally spoke up. “Under your
desk” it said, in an blatant attempt to disguise itself.

“Who is this?” the AD demanded, but was met with a click of the line
going dead. He sighed heavily and put the phone back in it’s cradle.
/Now what?/ he thought. Surely it had been some crackpot, but he resigned
himself to check it out anyway. Ever the cautious one, he reached over
and opened his desk drawer, pulling out a ruler. He then pushed the drawer
closed and leaned down in his chair to get a good look under his desk.

His massive chest was now resting on the tops of his legs, as he perched
in his chair, inspecting the dark underside of his desk, prodding at the
corners and underside with the ruler. He searched around so focused, trying
to spot whatever it was he was supposed to see, and didn’t hear the door to
his office open up.

“Um… Uh-Hum”

Skinner instinctively sat up, instantly regretting it. With a loud *thump*,
he banged his head, and began cursing himself as he rose back up. He
placed his hand on the back of his head, trying to shield himself from
further harm and present whatever shred of dignity he still had in him.
His eyes met his temporary Administrative Assistant’s, hers almost giggling
at him. “Yes, Stephanie?”

“I’m very sorry sir… I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just that I’ve never seen
anyone actually do that before.”

“Yeah, well at least you didn’t beat me up” he retorted shortly, but with
a little humour. “The girl you’re temping for and I had, shall we say,
a bit of a mixup one day.” Stephanie’s eyes grew big at this, wondering
how a man of such size could be hurt by anyone but the biggest of
men. Skinner saw this, and smiled warmly at her. “Never mind,” he almost
laughed out. “You needed to see me?”

“Yes sir, I was wondering if you needed me any further, or if I should
head on home.”

Skinner smiled weakly, still clutching his now throbbing head. “No, you
can go.” he replied. “But before you do, has there been anything strange
going on, or has anyone been in my office when I wasn’t here?”

Stephanie looked at him, thinking back upon the day. “Nothing strange, sir,
and only Agent Scully and someone from the office of the Attorney General
stopped by. I let them in, and watched them while they dropped off their
stuff for you.” She pointed, “They’re in that pile there”.

“Thanks.” he acknowledged. “Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, sir” was the reply, and she left his office.

Skinner looked through the piles of paper on his desk, still perplexted
about the phone call he received. /Oh well/ he thought. /Must have been
some sort of prank, I guess/ and he began to get back to work.

As he pored over reports and forms, he tried to forget about Mulder.
Burying himself in work was the only thing he knew to stop the hurt that
he was feeling. He reached down and began to absently scratch his thigh,
but upon drawing his hand back up, his skin brushed against something that
felt out of place. His fingers felt for the smooth surface, and he pulled a
post-it note from the underside of his desk. He donned his glasses, and
focused on the yellow paper. “Hotel Richleau Room 485” was all it said.
He drew his face into an inquisitive look, wrinkling the skin around his
eyes, wondering what this was all about. /Well/ he thought /I might as
well check it out. This paperwork can wait./

Skinner rose from his chair to put on his coat. With one sleeve in, he
decided he had better retrieve his gun and shoulder holster from his desk
drawer, just in case. After all, he didn’t know what he was going to get
into. He fastened the holster around his chest, and put his gun into
it, and once again donned his jacket. He grabbed his keys, flipped
off his desk light, and headed out.

*****

The Hotel Richleau was an older hotel on the outskirts of what was considered
central Washington. Skinner pulled up to it and allowed the young valet
to open his door for him. He towered over the young man as he pulled out
his wallet to tip him and asked, “Room 485?”

“Fourth floor, West wing. Take the elevators on the right side of the
main lobby, sir” the valet replied. He got into the car, as Skinner
got his bearings set and entered the lobby.

Though the hotel was an older one, it still had an “air” of sophistication
about it. Skinner took in the elegance that shone forth from the brass
fittings and polished furniture, and realized how well it had been taken
care of over the years. He finished crossing the lobby and approached the
West elevators, his fingers finding the up button. In an instant, he
was presented with the elevator car, and enjoying the Muzac version of
some Bee Gee’s song on the trip up to the fourth floor.

A pleasent “ding” invited Skinner to step out onto the proper floor, and
he began walking down the hall. As he counted off room numbers in his
head, he reached in and insured his gun was readily accessible and the
safety was off, just in case. After about a dozen identical doors on
each side of the hall, each delicately painted with their room numbers,
he found himself standing in front of 485. He moved to the side and
knocked on the door. As seconds went by with no answer, he started to
get agitated. He went to knock again, but had his jacket grabbed from behind,
pinning his arms back, and was pulled roughly into the room next door.

His duty in Viet Nam had served him well, as Skinner began escaping from
the hold that was pinning his arms back. He had no idea what he had just
gotten himself into, but was confident that he was about to get himself out of
it. He turned to face his attacker and began to lunge at him, when the
face that presented itself in the muted light caused him to stumble in
midstep, falling over.

Skinner’s eyes grew as they took in the incredulous sight. “Sir?” the
voice asked. He was up from the floor in an instant, and he wrapped
his arms around Agent Mulder, hugging him tightly to his body. “Um, Sir?”
the agent asked, “I can’t breathe…”

Skinner released Mulder from his arms and looked deep into his hazel eyes,
every care in the world suddenly gone. His eyes twinkled as Mulder stared
back into them, and he pulled the agent to him again, kissing him gently
on the cheek, almost undetected. His entire face beamed like it hadn’t
done in weeks at the site of the Agent. “Mulder, you’re alive! I – uh…”
Words failed the AD, and he once again released Mulder, and instead
grabbed and held Mulder’s hands in his, staring into his eyes.

As it began to sink in, he realized the line that he had crossed. Though
Mulder showed no signs of fighting the demonstration of affection, Skinner
immediately dropped the agent’s hands from his own, instantly missing the
soft skin he found in them. His face changed back to that of a concerned
boss, his eyes focusing for a closer study of Mulder. For the second time
that night, he had to regain what
composure he had, and make himself presentable. “Agent Mulder, what in the
hell is going on here?” he demanded.

“Hey, bring back the other Walter… I liked that one better” the agent
quipped. When Skinner’s face did not let up, Mulder allowed himself to
become more businesslike himself. “I’m sorry about causing all the grief
that I’ve heard’s been going around. But it had to be done. And it’s
all documented,” he reached back behind him and grabbed a thickly stuffed
manilla folder, “in here.”

“I don’t have the time. You want to condense this for me?” Skinner
glanced through the folder quickly, but looked to Mulder for an explanation.

“It’s all in there, sir. I’m sorry about not telling you before, but
I had to check some things out.”

“What, do you mean that you don’t trust me, Agent Mulder?” Skinner’s
blood pressure began to rise, and he felt his face flush with blood.
“You think you can just pull some stunt like this, creating and uproar
in the lives of the department, your partner, the Bureau?” He thrust
the folder back to Mulder.

“Scully knew about it sir,” Mulder replied, causing Skinner’s face to become
even more red. “She agreed to help me out. I needed to appear to be ‘dead’
so that I could get what I needed. Why do you think she was the one that
identified the body in my apartment as mine and not my mother? If you’ll
just read this, Sir, it’ll all make sense.” He pushed the folder into
Skinner’s hands again, urging him to take it. “Besides, who do you think
slipped you the note to come here tonight?”

Mulder looked at Skinner, hoping that he would find some sense of a
truce. Finally, Skinner seemed to relax slightly and crossed the room
to sit on the bed. He took the folder, thumbing through it more thoroughly
this time. “Yeah, what about that? Why contact me?”

“Because I – I heard you were upset.”

“Of course I was upset, Mulder. One of my best agents had just taken his
life. Why the hell WOULDN’T I be upset?”

“I dunno… She just thought that you were taking it really hard and
was concerned. She told me, which got me worried, so that’s why you’re
here. I’ve still got a small bit of information to gather, but that’ll be
wrapped up in a day or two. But, I must ask you to forget that you were
ever here tonight, OK? In a couple of days, I’ll get that folder to you
with all the evidence, then you can come in on your white horse and save
me. Deal?”

Skinner looked up at Mulder, taking him all in. It had been some time
since he’d seen Mulder. He missed the shape of his nose, that gentle
messiness of his hair, and those eyes. Especially those eyes, where
he often sat across from Mulder at his desk, trying to appear to pay
close attention, but was instead helplessly lost in the pools of green.
“Deal” he finally replied, “But your mother is going to hate me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because…” Walter began. He remembered showing up at Elizabeth Mulder’s
house and breaking the news to her. “Someone had to do it, since Scully
had ID’d you at your apartment, and I felt that someone who would feel
the loss as she did, should tell her.” He remembered how Elizabeth had
cried into his arms, and how he forced himself to be the strong one and
not shed a tear in front of her. “I’m just afraid that she’s going to
hate me for hurting her so much.” he added softly.

Mulder knew his mother must be hurting, but also saw the very real pain
in Skinner’s face. He went through his plan, not caring to try and shield
the blow from anyone, and in turn realized that he hurt some of the most
important people in his life. He walked to the bed and sat next to Skinner,
putting his arm around the broad shoulders. “Hey, are you all right?”

Skinner took a deep breath, causing Mulder’s arm to move slightly because
of the massiveness of his chest. “Yeah, Mulder, I’ll be fine. Just don’t
pull a stunt like that again, OK?” He turned to face Mulder, and found those
dark emerald beauties staring deeply into his own eyes. As he tried to look
away, escape the emotions that began to stir within him, Mulder took his
left hand and put it on Skinner’s chin, turning their faces towards each
other again. He looked deeply, searching for the cause for such an intense
stare from his agent. “Mulder, I-”

“Shhh…” Mulder replied, and brought his lips to Walter’s. The sound
was followed by a warm breath that poured from Mulder’s mouth onto Walter’s
lips, down his cheeks, and past his ears. Walter froze instinctively,
but Mulder took over, pressing his lips gently against the AD’s. As
each man began to kiss each other deeper, Mulder brought his arms around
Walter’s barrel-like chest and pulled him close. Skinner’s tongue darted
into Mulder’s mouth, and was soon performing a silky dance with the tongue
it found.

Both men began to lay back onto the bed, still locked in their passionate
embrace, when Walter began to laugh to himself. Mulder opened his eyes,
questioning him. “What?”

Skinner, now with the taste of Mulder on his lips, defended his laugh.
“Jesus, Mulder, what – do you SURVIVE on sunflower seeds?” he let
out. “You taste saltier than the Dead Sea!”

“What, you expect I can order room service in a place like this? You do
still have to sign my expense report, Sir.” Skinner tried to remark
back, but Mulder pasted his mouth on top of the AD’s and returned to
their passionate kissing. As Mulder moved on top of Skinner, he found his
hands going all over the incredible body that lay before him. Both
hands stopped at Walter’s nipples, and began to twist and tweak them
lightly inside their cotton shirt confinement. Skinner always became
aroused by the sensation of his nipples being so expertly manipulated,
and began to buck his crotch into Mulder’s, grinding against the aroused
member found in Mulder’s pants.

Mulder let up from Skinner’s mouth and sat up, straddling the massive
chest. He reluctantly let go of his new-found toys to unbutton his
shirt quickly, and untucked it from his pants. As he began to release
the belt, Skinner pushed him gently forward, bringing his crotch to
Skinner’s chin. He undid the belt buckle, then his pants, but left the
zipper up. Skinner’s arms slid from Mulder’s ass and reached around undoing
Mulder’s zipper, finally releasing Mulder’s massive cock from it’s cotton
boxer shell.

Mulder leaned down onto both arms in a situp type stance, as Walter
pushed the pants and boxers down towards Mulder’s feet. With the pants
now gone and Mulder out of his situp position, Skinner was presented with
a hot, throbbing cock, it’s massive head already glistening with precum.
Mulder took his original position straddling Skinner’s chest and
each man’s hands began exploring the body before him. Skinner moved
his hands to Mulder’s ass and pulled him forward. Mulder’s cock was now
inches from Skinner’s mouth, and Mulder rubbed it over every bit of
skin he found. When he aimed for Skinner’s mouth, his cock was met not
with moistness, but instead had been diverted to the gentle stubble on
the AD’s cheek. It was an incredible sensation, and Mulder began to
grind his cock onto the gently scratchy surface, spilling precum on
Walter’s face.

Though Mulder had been enjoying it, Skinner had just about enough of putting
it off. He turned his head slightly, licking his lips as he did so, and
Mulder’s bulbuous cockhead began gliding gently over his lips. Mulder
let out a groan, and Walter knew it was time. He parted his lips and
took Mulder’s cock deep into his mouth. As he lay back, he let Mulder
set the rhythm, the cock now plunging deeper and deeper, threatening to
choke off his air supply. He wrapped one hand around the base of Mulder’s
cock, the other set on fondling his balls gently. He gradually became
adjusted to the size of Mulder’s cock and began swirling his hand and
tongue in a similar, circular motion, hoping to eek out a bit more pleasure
for him and Mulder. His grip tightened slightly, and his tongue became
more daring, learning the shape and texture of the cock that was plunging
into his mouth. Skinner closed his eyes and just lay back to relax and
enjoy the sensations.

Without warning, Mulder pulled his cock from Skinner’s mouth, sounding a
little “pop” as he did so. This brought Skinner back to reality with
a slight start. “What?” he questioned.

“Hey, you were bringing me too close, but I’m far from done.” Mulder lay
back on top of Skinner and began playing with the buttons on Skiner’s
shirt. He smiled at Skinner and began to snake his way down the body
he lay on, trailing kisses along the way. When he reached Skinner’s
belt, his fingers made quick work on it, dropping it to the floor next
to them. He unbuttoned and unzipped Skinner’s pants, revealing a hard
smooth stomach and stark white underwear. He looked up at Skinner, one
eyebrow raised inquisitively.

Skinner was puzzled. “What?” he almost demanded.

“Briefs, Walter? I pegged you as more of a boxers type.”

“Yeah, well, they were clean and convenient.”

Mulder gave in. “Oh” was all he replied, and he began running his hands
over the dress slacks and into the underwear, feeling the hardness of
Skinner beneath them. He pulled both hands out, put them on each side of
Skinner’s pants, and began pulling the underwear and pants down in one
motion while Skinner freed himself from his button-down shirt. When the
material reached Skinner’s shins, Mulder saw a problem. “Wait a minute.”
he said, and turned away from Skinner, removing the dress shoes quickly.
The obstacles now out of the way, he continued removing the clothing until
Skinner lay before him, naked. As he looked over the body before him, he
spread the massive legs apart and crawled up between them.

It was now Skinner’s turn to feel the ecstacy of a warm mouth on his
throbbing member. Mulder wrapped his left hand around the cock, slowly
jacking it. His thumb ran over the massive head, spreading the sticky
pre-ejaculate in a sensual motion. He positioned his mouth directly
over the head of Skinner’s cock and blew on it gently. Walter was now
staring down, awaiting the beautiful sensations of Mulder’s mouth. Just
as Mulder lowered his head, he turned to Skinner and said, “Sir?”

“What?!” Skinner barked, the moment now almost surely lost.

“Does this mean you will sign my expense reports?”

“MULDER!” Skinner almost yelled, and thrust his crotch upward. Mulder
tried to laugh, but instead found his mouth filled with Skinner’s cock,
moving in and out in a frenzied motion. As Mulder let his tongue and
lips go over every inch of the throbbing member, he took his free hand
and began playing with the area between Skinner’s balls and ass, massaging
it gently. Walter thought he was in heaven, the sensations running through
his body bringing him pleasure like he had never experienced before. He
writhed under Mulder’s care, giving himself over to the pleasure that Mulder
was bringing to him.

Mulder’s fingers continued to rub close to Skinner’s ass, getting closer
with each second. His middle finger finally make it’s way down, finding
Skinner’s hole, and he began massaging around it deeply. With his finger
just on the outside, Skinner pushed himself down slightly, causing the
finger to enter him. The sensation was intense, and he pushed himself
down further, as Mulder anchored his finger deeper until he was buried past
his knuckle. With each thrust down on Skinner’s cock, Mulder made a
counter thrust with his fingers, digging deeper and deeper into Skinner’s
hole, until his fingertip brushed against Skinner’s prostate, causing
Skinner to raise his head off the bed and focus on Mulder, drawing air
in through his teeth sharply. He looked into Mulder’s eyes as Mulder
pushed deeper and deeper, now letting another finger in to explore the
tight cavity.

It was almost too much for Walter to experience, and his hands gripped
at the bedcovers tightly. His whole being felt as if it were being devoured
by Mulder and his expert hands and mouth. He watched Mulder move his
torso slightly, never releasing Skinner’s cock or ass, as Mulder drew himself
up into a position where he was sitting on his knees, his cock still rigid
and leaking massive amounts of precum.

The hand in his ass was finally withdrawn, and Mulder took his fist and
began smoothing his pre-ejaculate over his cock. When this was not enough,
he took his mouth off of Skinner and spat down onto his cock, lubricating
it generously. One more bit of spittle was onto Mulder’s fingertips, and
they found their way to Skinner’s ass, preparing it. Mulder grabbed Skinner’s
ankles and drew them up in the air, placing them on his shoulders, and
moved his cock into position. Walter reached behind him and grabbed a
pillow, placing it under his back to raise himself just a bit. He braced
himself as Mulder’s cock now found itself at the opening to his ass.
He bared down slightly as Mulder thrust forward, popping his cock head
into his ass, sliding the shaft in after pausing for a moment to allow
Walter to get used to the length and girth of it.

Mulder was in heaven. Never had he been in such a tight, hot, moist
place, and never with such a beautiful man as the one who lay before him.
He began thrusting in, gently at first, but built up to a frenzied pace.
His hands held Walter’s legs in place, but occasionally ventured to play
with Walter’s nipples or caress his body. Walter’s own hands were used
to rub his cock, meeting Mulder stroke for stroke, and to pinch each of
his own nipples gently. Mulder was getting more and more turned on watching
Skinner play with his nipples, and moved the ankles from his shoulders
into position under his arms, locked behind him. This allowed Mulder
to lean forward and take a nipple into his mouth without pulling out
of Skinner’s hot ass. He continued thrusting and licking, bringing himself
closer to the edge. As he raised his body back up, releasing the nipple
from his teeth, he thrust deeper into Skinner’s body. Skinner could
feel the cockhead expanding in his ass, filling him further, massaging
his prostate at a frantic pace.

Mulder felt the familiar sensation begin to build up in him and threw
his head back. He kept his rhythm up, still being matched by Walter’s
fisted cock. As the sweat dripped from his chest, he cried out and
began to spill his seed deep into Skinner’s ass. With each thrust, his
legs quaked at the intensity of his orgasm. Skinner used his legs to pull
Mulder in even closer to his body, to intensify the experience for him
on a magnitude he’d never felt before. After what seemed the longest
and hottest orgasm he’d ever experienced, he began to pump the last of his
massive load deep into Skinner’s ass, but did not pull out. He instead
continued pumping, and took Skinner’s cock in his fist, jacking it with
a firm grip.

Skinner’s newly freed hand found it’s way up to his unoccupied nipple and
began to manipulate it as he had been doing the other. As Mulder continued
plunging in, Skinner stepped to the brink and began to lose his load of cum,
shooting well past his pecs. As he shot, he continued to pinch his nipples
and groaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of his orgasm with Mulder still
in his ass. Each spurt made a white puddle on his chest and stomach, coaxed
out by Mulder’s expert handling. As his orgasm subsided, Mulder released the
tight grip on his cock, letting it fall flacidly into his pubic hair. Mulder
pulled his own cock from Skinner’s ass and crawled up on top of him, Skinner’s
juices becoming a sticky mess between their skin. He kissed Skinner lightly
on the nose, then the mouth, and collapsed next to him on the bed.

The two began to catch their breath, resting comfortably on the bed next
to each other. Each began to get up, awkwardly fumbing around searching
for their clothes, and some way to clean themselves. Skinner began to
wipe his chest on the covers of the bed, when Mulder protested, “Hey!
I have to *sleep* there tonight!”

“Well, Mulder. Looks like you get the wet spot.”

“You pig.”

Skinner shot a grin at Mulder and grabbed for him, pulling him close
to his body. “I’m so glad that you’re all right, Mulder.”

“Yeah well, I could tell” was Mulder’s comeback, the dose of smartass
quite evident in his voice. He returned the bear like hug, wanting it
to never end.

Skinner eventually pulled himself from the embrace, smiling at Mulder.
“Listen, I’d uh, better go. You gonna be ok?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just give me a couple of days more, ok?”

“Sure.” Skinner replied, but thought to himself, /Am I going to be able to
wait that long?/ As he finished buttoning himself up, insuring that he was
once again presentable, he put his hand on Mulder’s chest lovingly. “You
take care of yourself, OK?” He turned and headed for the door.

“Will do, Sir.”

Skinner’s body stiffened, and he walked back to Mulder. He planted one last
kiss on Mulder’s lips adding, “…and stop calling me sir!”

“Yes Sir!” Mulder’s smile beamed at him. Skinner popped Mulder lightly
on the ass with the palm of his hand, then turned and left the room.

finis

Archiving Old Fic: Late in the Season – The X-Files – Mulder/Skinner

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

Late in the Season, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)

This is just a really quick story that came to me and I had to
put together. OK to archive at MKRA/MSSS. Please ask me if
it’s to go anywhere else.

Feedback is much appreciated. Send to walterh@squidge.org

****************************************************************************

Assistant Director Skinner grew restless…. He paced his office, waiting
for his agents to show up and give him report. They, Mulder and Scully,
had been gone for two weeks in some small backwater town, investigating
something…what was it? Alien abduction? Tree creatures? He couldn’t
remember for the life of him. His mind was too preoccupied. Being without
Mulder for the last two weeks had been hell. He was just getting used
to being with Mulder after having been alone for so long. To top it off,
their three month anniversary, which was to have been a nice dinner out
on the town, discreet of course, ended up being a frozen TV dinner alone.
Walter dropped his massive frame into his chair, wondering what could be
taking his lover so long.

As if on cue, a shrill beep broke the silence. His hands withdrew from
their worriesome place at his temple. “Yes?”

“Agents Mulder and Scully reported in a few minutes ago, Sir. Security
just called and let me know,” the voice of his secretary reported from
his speakerphone.

Walter sighed, feeling much lighter than he had just moments before.
He stode to the door and thanked her on his way past her desk.

A visit to the basement by the AD always seemed to turn heads, and this
one was no different. As Walter made his way down the elevator and
through the out of the way offices and supply rooms, he always gained
attention. Not so, however, when he showed up at the open door to
the small office in the back. His eyes glanced around the room, finally
setting on the pair in a back corner. “A-hem” He announced his
presence to the couple.

Mulder and Scully turned, finding themselves being paid a visit by their
boss. Mulder’s face lit up seeing Walter standing at the door, the effect of
his lover’s presence showing. “Welcome back, you two.”

“Thank you sir,” Mulder replied. “It’s good to be back”. His stare
lingered on Walter for a moment. “We’ve got some final paperwork to
finish, but we’ll be up soon. The things we’ve seen….”

Scully rolled her eyes back, trying to ignore the dull ache and Mulder’s
comments. “Allegedly saw, Mulder” she added, leaving Mulder’s side to
search for some aspirin in her desk. Finding none, she headed for the
door, needing to find the elusive medical kit that was alleged to be
somewhere here in the basement.

Walter, detecting that there was just about to be another “round” of
something, dropped his gaze from Mulder and surveyed the room. “I’ll
see you two upstairs” he announced. “Oh, and by the way” he added,
stopping Scully in her tracks, both agents attention focused on their
boss’ face, “In case you’d forgotten, it’s almost the end of January.
Take down these Christmas decorations, *please*.” Mulder and Scully
looked around, seeing the lights and tinsel that had been thrown
half-heartedly around the room.

As he turned to exit, Skinner was stopped by Mulder’s voice. “Sir?”

“Yes, Agent Mulder?”

His answer was provided not by word, but by a look. Skinner followed
his lover’s eyes up, seeing a small red ribbon with a pathetic, shriveled
piece of mistletoe hanging from the doorway. His face blushed bright,
challenging the color of the ribbon, and his eyes dove to Mulder’s, who
was beaming back at him and glancing to the petite agent now also standing
in the doorway. Skinner dropped his eyes, locking onto those
of the auburn haired agent. “You know what that means. Sir.” Mulder
added, egging his lover on.

Never taking his eyes from Scully, he replied, “Of course I do Agent
Mulder.” Scully bit her lower lip, and leaned up in anticipation.
Not to be outdone, Walter brought his massive hands to her arms and
squeezed affectionatly, then turned and walked across the room, stopping
in front of his lover. He took Mulder into his arms, pulled him close,
and brought their lips together passionatly. As Mulder struggled slightly,
Skinner embraced him even tighter, thrusting his tongue deep into his
lover’s mouth, exploring every part of it.

Skinner broke the kiss as abuptly as it began, and strode back to the
office door. He turned back to see the shocked faces of his agents.
“My office, ten minutes,” he called, and took off towards the elevators.

Archiving old fic: The Delivery – The X-Files – Mulder/Krycek

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

The Delivery, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)

This story involves male/male sex, in explicit terminology. In other
words, if you don’t like this kind of thing or you’re under the legal
age for your area, well, you can just get the heck outta here!

This story is my Krycek/Mulder sex story with Pendrell overtones. All
characters are owned by FOX/1013/X-Files. I’ve just borrowed them and
written the good bits that Chris Carter hasn’t. *grin*

Mucho-mucho thanks and big squidgie hugs go out to my editor, Panda.
I’m not always the most coherant person, and she made sense out of
my electron scratch for me. (Yes, sweetie… I *AM* going through a bit
of a Krycek fantasy-phase at the moment, why do you ask? *grin*) Also,
big thanks and hugs go out to DarkBrat for allowing me to borrow the
Pendrell concept for this story. More mucho thanks to Steff, my
cybersis, who got me into writing again.

Feedback is much appreciated. Send to walterh@squidge.org

****************************************************************************

Alex Krycek entered Fox Mulder’s apartment building, careful to stay within
the safety of the shadows. He knew this place well, having come here several
times when he was Mulder’s partner, and even more when he was monitoring
Mulder for his former boss. The paint on the walls, the carpet that lined
the hall, and the smell of the building brought back feelings in him. Most
were just a familiarity, though some were feelings of desire. Sure, he had
been interested in Mulder. But his life with Brian Pendrell, during his time
as Mulder’s partner in the Bureau, was all that he needed. That is, until
Brian tossed him aside for the chance at being with Mulder’s partner, Scully.
Alex’s memories of his life with Brian, which had put a smile on his face,
transformed to that of betrayal at the thought.

Krycek took a mental step back, put all of these thoughts out of his head, and
concentrated on his mission. Sure, Mulder would be suprised to see him, but
he had to meet with him. Alex had important information for him – information
that would help the now-ailing Scully. He’d learned of her condition through
one of his contacts in DC, and felt compelled to help. After all, it was
something he had to do. It couldn’t make up for the loss of her sister, in
which he had taken part, but at least he could help prevent Scully’s death.
And, so what if Mulder was suprised. Besides the information Alex had to
offer, he also had a little matter of personal payback to give to Mulder.

As he approached the door, he could hear Mulder speaking to someone – someone
he couldn’t place and hadn’t counted on. “Who could he be in there with?”
Alex asked himself. “I saw him enter alone.” Krycek put his ear to the door,
careful to make no noise, and listened in to the muffled conversation inside.

“…yeah, and can I get a a six-pack of coke with that? Yeah, a large combo,
extra cheese, no bellpeppers, and a six-pack of coke. Cash. Yeah. Thanks.”

Alex heard a beep and realized this was the sound of Mulder’s phone being
turned off. “So, hungry Mulder?” he laughed to himself. “Well, I’m sure
you’ll like this pizza.” And with that, Krycek left the apartment door, and
slipped back into the shadows.

The brunette driver pulled up to the building, cursing her Corolla as she did
so. “You stupid thing! I’m taking you back to that damn mechanic, and hope
that he finds that friggin’ rattle before I go deaf.” As she pulled the key
from the ignition, she leaned over to grab the food and drink, only to be
stopped by her wayward seatbelt. “AARGH! That’s IT! Tomorrow, I’m sending
you over a cliff myself!” With a quick snap, she released the seatbelt and
stepped out of the car. Her eyes glanced over the apartment number, then up
to glare at her source of most recent aggravation. With a quick kick, she
turned and headed up to make the delivery.

As she approached the building, a dark haired man seemed to slide out from the
darkness and into her path. His deep green eyes greeted her, and were joined
by a smiling face. “Good, you’re here… I’m starving” he said to her.

“Hello… You, um,” she glanced at her delivery slip “Mulder? Apartment 42?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I just decided to take a little walk. Glad I ran into
you. How much I owe you?”

Handing the food to him, she sayed, “It’s $15.42. Or, I’ll give it to ya for
free if you have a baseball bat I can borrow for a few minutes so I can have
a little heart to heart with my car over there.”

Her customer laughed, his green eyes twinkling like the stars they stood under.
“Good one.” Alex put the box and sodas down on the nearby steps, then searched
his pockets and pulled out a wad of bills. “Here you go,” he said, handing her
a twenty, “and keep the change.”

Her eyes smiled at this. “Thanks, guy! First decent tip I’ve gotten all night.
Damn cheap bastards in this neighborhood, for the most part. Thanks!” With
that, she turned and headed back to her car.

“Oh, hey! Um, how much for the hat?” he asked, his question greeted with a
most curious look. “I’d really like to buy at hat from you.” When her look
continued unabated, he added, “I’ve always wanted one.”

“Yeah right,” she commented back. “I come back to the store without any part
of my uniform, and my boss docks my salary ten bucks.”

Krycek pulled out two more twenties out of his pocket and handed them to her,
then removed the hat and perched it atop his head. “Thanks!”

“For an extra twenty, you can have the car, too!”

“Sorry… No need. But thanks for this!” and he waved his new prize at her.
With that, Krycek turned and walked up the stairs to Mulder’s apartment.

—–

The knock on the door brought Mulder back to reality. After twelve
greuling hours at the office, he decided to finish his paperwork at home,
rather than in his basement office. Work lately had been a bit more of a
chore, as he thought of it. On top of his regular duties and his boss riding
his ass for every little thing, he was now concerned about his partner. Though
she jokingly threatened him with bodily harm if he changed any aspect of how
he treated her because of her illness, he still did it. He couldn’t help it;
it was his protective mechanism kicking in. He rose from the table, and started
for the door. As he reached through his pockets to get his cash, he glanced
though the peephole in his door, and was greeted with the sight of a red hat
worn by the delivery person. He opened the door with one hand, and continued
counting his money. “How much do I owe you?” he asked, still focused on his
money.

“This!” was the reply. With that, Mulder looked up, only to be struck
in the face by the glancing blow of a fist. Mulder was knocked off his feet,
turning slightly as he fell, ending up lying face down on his floor. In an
instant, the intruder was upon him, holding him down. As Mulder realized
what was happenning to him, he recognized the owner of that voice – the owner
of the body that was now pinning him down after a surprisingly short struggle.

“Krycek, what the fuck are you doing?” Mulder thrashed under Krycek, but
the years of being on the run had produced surprising strength in his captor
and given him the advantage. He looked around, lifting his head to search
for his weapon. But with one arm pinned under himself and his other arm
pinned by Krycek’s impressive strength, he finally gave in. “What do you
want, Krycek?”

“I came here to talk to you, Mulder. I’ve got something for you. Some
information that will help Scully.”

“Yeah right. Then why the hell did you just punch me in the face?”

“Well,” Alex started, “Actually, that was payback for every friggin’ time
you hit me, Mulder.” Alex maintained his weight on his former partner, not
letting up yet. There was little need, as Mulder had finally quieted down
to listen to him. But all the thrashing, and now with their bodies so close,
Alex realizled the effect Mulder was having on him. Alex tried not to think
how long it had been since he was so close to a male body, much less one that
was as beautiful as Mulder’s. “Now, are you going to listen to me?” he asked,
letting his grip on Mulder lessen just slightly.

“Fine” Mulder gave in. “Just get the fuck off me.”

Alex complied, though he felt the loss as his now fully erect cock was no
longer nestled between the cheeks of Mulder’s ass. He quickly turned and
adjusted himself, then sat down on the couch and watched Mulder rise from
his prone position on the floor. “OK, so let’s have it.” Mulder told him,
mentally judging his proximity to his gun, just in case.

“Mulder, I’m not going to shoot you. If I’d wanted to do that, you’d be
on the floor bleeding by now.”

Mulder nodded an acknowledgement. It seemed that Alex did know him as well
as he thought he did. “I don’t know, Krycek. Can’t be too careful around
a rat-bastard like you. What is it that you want to talk about?” Mulder’s
eyes searched Krycek, as his face displayed the lack of trust he had for
his former partner.

Alex reached into his jacket pocket, producing a silver container. Opening
it, he showed Mulder small tubes, each containing an orangish liquid. “This,”
he started, “is what they’ve done to Scully. When she was abducted-”

“Which YOU took part in, you bastard!”

“Hey, I was following orders. You had your boss, I had mine. You had your
job to do, and so did I.” Mulder looked at him with a mixture of contempt
and disgust blazing across his face. He began again. “When she was abducted,
they gave her a dose of this. This is what caused the cancer she’s got now.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that I had a hell of a time trying to get this.
All you have to do is get it analyzed, and a therapy can probably be derived
from it.”

A look of distrust overcame Mulder’s face. “Why should I trust you?” he
began. “How do I know this isn’t just some trick, or something that will
make her worse?”

Krycek’s expression went from having what Mulder considered to be a normal
conversation (for Krycek at least), to that of a person with a painful past.
“We all have demons in our past, Mulder.” he said, glancing away from Mulder’s
face. “And if you had the chance to get rid of one, you’d do the same as me
and you know it.” It didn’t take another word for Mulder to see the honesty
and realize he was being told the truth.

Mulder reached over and took the vial from his former partner. “Where to get
this analyzed…” Mulder wondered aloud, starting to search his brain for a
confidential place to have it done.

“I’ve got an idea where” Krycek said, laughing quietly to himself. “Brian
owes me one, and I know he can keep it to himself. We can trust him.” He
thought to himself /And of course I can see how the little bugger is making
out with Scully/.

Mulder got a wondering look, which was now beginning to duplicate itself on
Krycek’s face. “Brian…Pendrell? Is that who you mean?”

Krycek didn’t like the vibes he was now getting from Mulder. “Yeah, why do
you say it like that? What’s wrong, did he quit the Bureau or something?”
He forced a nervous laugh, not wanting to hear Mulder’s reply.

His former partner crossed the room and sat next to him, which reminded Krycek
of a film he once saw where the person sitting on the couch delivered grave
news of the other person’s beloved. As he remembered this, his face began to
drain of all colour. “Krycek, Pendrell was killed a couple of months ago.
He was in a bar, celebrating Scully’s birthday when he took a bullet meant
for another man.” As the final words left Mulder’s mouth, Alex’s felt himself
begin to go limp, causing endless wonder for Mulder. “Alex, what’s wrong?”

Krycek tried to get to his feet, but felt himself collapse onto the floor.
He body was overflowing with emotion, as if every part of himself were
about to betray him. /It couldn’t be, could it? My Brian is still alive.
He *must* be/ he thought to himself, as his eyes welled up with tears. “No,”
Krycek kept saying, drawing himself up into a fetal position. Though Brian
had ended their relationship, and Alex had hated him for it, try as he wanted
to, his love for Brian had never waned.

Mulder watched Krycek crumple upon the floor, trying to fathom what had brought
this on. He had never seen such a display since Scully’s mother had said
goodbye to her daughter and husband… /No/ he thought to himself. /Krycek
and Pendrell must have been lovers./ That was the only explanation. Mulder
found himself on the floor next to Krycek in an instant, extending his arms
around him, trying to comfort him. “Alex, I had no idea… I’m so sorry”
he said, as Alex sobbed in his arms. Mulder gently rocked him, trying as he
could to take the pain away. For as long as Alex had been on the road
the need to supress his emotions had been too great, but this was the final
straw. He continued to sob uncontrollably, as the two rocked back and forth.

As Mulder gently stroked Krycek’s dark, silklike hair, he began to wonder
what to do. They had been on the floor for what seemed like forever, and
Krycek’s sobbing continued feverishly. But he couldn’t keep him on the
floor for too long. As Mulder looked around, he saw that his bed was,
for the most part, free of books and papers. His bed was more like a
book shelf or filing cabinet, as he always felt more comfortable sleeping
out on the couch, like a guest in his own home. He gently put his arm
underneath Krycek’s shoulder, and began to raise them both from the floor,
slowly making their way to the next room.

The bedroom door had been mostly opened, but the bulk of two men would not
fit through easily. Mulder kept hold of Krycek while kicking the door the
rest of the way open. As they approached the bed, he pulled Krycek near
him and positioned their bodies on the side of the bed closest to him.
He knelt down, rolling Krycek down gently, until his body was almost all
on the bed. Mulder let go of him to get the rest of Alex’s body onto the
bed, only to have one of his hands cupped and drawn close to Krycek’s body.
He used his one free hand to reach down and pull Krycek’s legs up onto the
bed, then sat down next to Krycek, still comforting him.

Within a few more minutes, the sobbing began to slow somewhat. Mulder
continued to reassure Krycek, all the while whispering comforting thoughts
and touching his face and hair gently. As it got quieter and quieter, Mulder
gently rose from the side of the bed to head for the bathroom and get a
cool washcloth for Alex. As his hands slipped from Alex’s body, Alex’s
body tensed. “No, Mulder… Don’t leave me! No!” he pleaded with him.
“Just stay with me, please?”

Mulder took his position with Krycek on the bed, climbing up behind him, an
stretched himself out, their bodies forming a comforting “spoon” position. He
held Krycek until exhaustion set in, and they slept.

——–

The first rays of sunshine entered Mulder’s window, falling gently upon
his face. As he started to once again become coherant, Mulder realized that
last night, for the first time in quite a while, he had slept quite well.
No nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the night, just a good
night’s sleep. It was then that he realized that he was not alone. A
warm body was next to his, it’s muscular form a complement to his own.
In an instant, the events of the previous night flooded his memory. He
opened his eyes and focused on Krycek’s body lying next to him, and
became aware that a pair of deep green eyes were studying him intensely.
“Krycek?” he began.

“Mornin’ Mulder…”

“How are you doing? You OK?”

Krycek sighed heavily. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m sorry about last night.
I had no idea that Brian…” he started, but as soon as the emotion began
to well up in him, he put his defenses up. “Well, there’s no sense in
going into that all over again.” Alex placed his hand out, putting it
gently on Mulder’s chest. “But thank you. Thanks for helping me out last
night.”

The rough hand on his chest startled Mulder slightly. As Krycek’s hand
lingered momentarily, it’s effect on Mulder started. His morning erection
which had been going away, now throbbed with new life in the pants he still
wore from the night before. Mulder blushed slightly and he stammered, “No,
uh, no problem. You needed help, and I was just doing what I needed to do.”

Krycek relized from the blush emerging on Mulder’s face, what effect his hand
was having on his ex-partner, and started to withdraw it. Though he was
attracted to Mulder, he didn’t want to jeopardize their newly created bond
with each other. As his hand drew nearer to his own body, Mulder suddenly
reached out and grabbed it with his own two hands and brought it towards him,
mimicing Krycek’s own actions of the night before. “Mulder…” he began,
but Mulder placed his palm back on his chest with one hand, and put his
fingers to Krycek’s lips, to quiet him.

“It’s ok.” Mulder said softly, his hands flowing gently from Krycek’s lips
to his hair, then to his shoulders. Mulder pulled himself and Krycek
together, his arms enveloping Krycek into his body. Krycek’s eyes
searched Mulder for an answer to his newfound behaviour, but found none.
What he did find was Mulder’s passion. The passion that Mulder used to focus
on his job, on his search for the truth, was now focused on Alex.

Mulder smiled nervously at Krycek. Though he had been bold enough to finally
go with his feelings, letting Krycek know how he felt, he was now unsure as
to his next move. The feelings of desire for another man had been repressed
deep down for so long. His arms began to betray him, and he began to shake
slightly with nervousness.

As if on queue, Krycek read the uncertainty within Mulder, and realized it
was his turn to comfort. He hugged Mulder tightly, drawing his lips to
Mulder’s. His lips grazed Mulder’s slightly, Mulder’s warm breath pouring
over his face. He put his lips to Mulder’s again, this time adding more
and more pressure. As they kissed, Krycek thrust his tongue deep into
Mulder’s mouth, exploring every inch of it. Mulder returned the kiss, his
hands now exploring his new lovers body, the muscles acting as an
intoxicant to both men.

Both men began to rip at each other’s clothing, wanting desperatly to be
as close to each other as possible. Mulder shed his shirt, while Krycek’s
pants and socks quickly followed to the floor. As each man stripped down,
skin drew over skin, heightening their passion. Mulder put his thumbs into
the waisteband of his boxers and began do draw them down, when Krycek’s
hand stopped him. Krycek’s eyes left Mulder’s, and he trailed kisses over
Mulder’s lips, down his throat, and into the small patch of hair on Mulder’s
chest. He paused slightly, giving each of Mulder’s eraserlike nipples a
generous lick with his hot tongue, then nipped at them lightly with his teeth.

Krycek continued raining kisses upon Mulder’s chest, then lingered around
his stomach where he licked the small bellybutton he found before him. As
he did so, Mulder sighed heavily, bringing out the formation of six well
defined abdominal muscles. He brought his hand to them, fondling them as
his teeth found the waistband of the underwear. As Alex’s hand continued
to explore Mulder’s torso, his teeth pulled down the boxers, revealing a
meaty cock already glistening with precum. With one last tug, the boxers
were now pulled down. Alex brought his nose up to the large, globelike
testicals that moved almost hypnotically in their sac. As he took in Mulder’s
aroma, his tongue darted out, lapping at both eagerly. Mulder began to buck,
thrusting into Alex’s face. Krycek brought his hand from where it had been,
playing with Mulder’s left nipple, and held the throbbing cock between his
fingers, aiming it for his mouth.

The sensation took Mulder by suprise. He felt as if his whole body had been
enveloped in warmth and moistness. When he opened his eyes and gazed up on
the site of Krycek going down on him, the sensations doubled. He thrust
deep into Alex’s throat, craving every inch of it for his own pleasure.
Just as he thought it could get no better, Alex took his member deeper
than Mulder had ever experienced. As he did this, Alex opened his mouth
slightly and began to lick at Mulder’s balls, as Mulder’s cockhead was
massaged by the muscles in Alex’s throat. “Oohh… You’ve gotta.. *UGH*
You’ve gotta stop, Krycek… *Mmmm*”

Alex knew that Mulder was close. He’d felt the cockhead flare in his mouth.
But he wasn’t done with Mulder just yet. He let Mulder’s cock slip from
between his lips, landing with a smack against Mulder’s stomach. Before
Mulder could signal this tremendous sense of loss, Alex was back up face-to-
face with Mulder, kissing him passionatly. “You, um, got any lube handy
Mulder?”

Mulder looked at him with a wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned
over to his nightstand and presented a tube of KY Jelly as if it were the
ultimate present. Krycek took it in his hand, undoing the top with his
fingers nimbly. He squeezed from the bottom of the tube, forcing the cold,
clear gel out and onto his forefinger. As he planted a kiss on Mulder’s
neck, his arm disappeared behind his own body, spreading the gel around his
anus generously. His hand then went to work spreading the substance over
Mulder’s thick cock, sending Mulder close to the edge.

Now prepared, Alex leaned down on his arm and kissed Mulder. In the next
instant, he leaned back pressing Mulder’s cock to the entrance of his ass.
Mulder instinctly bucked. “Whoa… Take it easy there. This will just take
a…” and with that, the head of Mulder’s cock penetrated the ring of his
ass, sending a slight burning sensation throughout Alex’s body. He inhaled
through his teeth and slammed his eyes shut, as if to rid himself of the pain
that he felt. It seemed to work. Alex exhaled and looked down on Mulder’s
face and chest, as he lowered himself further onto Mulder’s cock.

Alex lifted his body slightly, countering Mulder’s thrusts. With each one,
Mulder got deeper and deeper into Alex’s body, threatening to lose himself.
As Mulder’s hands guided Krycek’s hips, Krycek took his hand and began to
masturbate himself. With each stroke, clenched his asscheeks, and action that
Mulder felt as he pumped his cock into Alex. Alex met each stroke with that
of his hand on his cock, trying to intensify the session even more. Though
he wanted this moment to last forever, he felt himself approach the edge.
As his fist flew faster on his cock, he looked deep into Mulder’s eyes, the
pools of green that seemed to be screaming to him. That was all it took.
Alex threw his head back and moaned, while his cock sent semen flying all
over Mulder’s chest and his thighs. As he kept pumping out the milky white
substance, his ass tightened, sending Mulder to the edge. Krycek’s orgasm
started to subside, as Mulder thrust deeply into his ass. Mulder’s hands
pushed Krycek’s hips down as far as they would allow, as he spilled his seed
deep into Alex’s body. Mulder cried out, as the last of his cum made it’s
way into Krycek’s ass.

Alex collapsed on top of Mulder, both bodies panting heavily as if just having
finished a marathon. He kissed Mulder in an open mouthed, breathy kiss, and
let Mulder’s cock slip from his ass. As Alex lay down next to him, the two
stared into each other’s eyes, preserving the moment. Alex lay on his side,
resting his head on Mulder’s heaving chest and played with the small
hairs found there. Without another word, Mulder cradled Krycek into his
arms, holding him to his chest until both were deep asleep.

——-

Mulder woke up, noting that his newfound lover was no longer at his side. He
got up and wandered through his apartment, not finding him. All he found was
a note that read, “I love you, and I WILL be back. Alex.” He pulled the note
to his chest and let out a painful sigh. “You’d better be, Krycek. You’d
better be…”

Finis.

Archiving old fic: “The Changing Room” – The X-Files – Mulder/Krycek

08/27/2011 Posted by walterh

The Changing Room, by Squidgie (from the mid 1990s)

This story contains a Male/Male graphic sexual encounter. If this is not
your cup of tea, or if you are under the age of 18 years, please do not
read this. Go and find something not so dirty.

All characters are owned by Chris Carter and 1013 Productions. No harm
is meant by this. This is purely fan-fiction. All comments are welcomed.
You can reach the author at walterh@squidge.org. All flames will be
properly extinguished with large doses of /dev/null.

This story takes place during the second season episode, Duane Barry. Mulder
and Krychek have reported to a hostage situation, and Mulder has begun dealing
and getting to know Duane Barry.

—————————————————————————-

“That’s it… I’m going in”, Agent Mulder said to himself. He felt there was
something real, something genuine about Duane Barry and his experiences, and
had to know first hand. The sudden loss of power, and the unexplained bright
light had provided him with his way in. Barry’s fear of being abducted had
caused him to fire his weapon, and one hostage was now down. But instead of
sending in two medics, Mulder had talked his way into posing as one. It was
the only way he would get in.

Mulder went about rationalizing his decision to the team, citing his background
with the criminal mind, his rapport with Duane, and everything else he could
throw at them. He glanced up at Agent Kazdin, her dark eyes hiding none of the
opinions she had of Mulder’s idea, much less Mulder at this point. “Don’t give
in to his psychosis” she kept reminding him. “Duane Barry is a sick, sick man.”

“I have to know this for myself.” Mulder shot back, and started walking, not
wanting to further be subject to the scorn from her eyes. He’d already secured
a uniform for himself, or at least almost. The black haired, blue eyed medic
was just about his size, and was currently in the building’s small restroom
changing out of it and into civvies. *knock* *knock* “You doing OK in there?”
Mulder asked as he wrapped on the door.

“Yeah” came the voice behind the door, and the door flung itself open. An
almost detached hand thrust the uniform to Mulder indignantly. As he reached
for the clothes, he noticed the arm, and most importantly the torso and body
to which it was connected. Lighter, soft hair covered the forearm, that led
to a very nicely shaped bicep. Following it with his eyes, he reached the
thick mat of hair that was the Medic’s chest. It seemed to be almost groomed,
it was so perfect. Two nipples jutted out like erasers, that made Mulder’s
mouth go dry, but it was the nice trail of hair that led to the top button of
the Medic’s jeans that almost did him in. It was pointing, almost inviting
Mulder to the wonderful package hidden underneath.

Mulder tried to regain his composure quickly, but it didn’t work. The sky blue
eyes looked cross at him, as one of the Medic’s eyebrows shot up. He grabbed
the clothing from the outstretched hand, and tried to make the most of the
situation. “Hmm… Looks like it’s cold in there” he tried, which only made
the eyebrow shoot up even more. The Medic reached back and grabbed his sweater,
threw another look his way, and hurriedly left the bathroom.

The agent shut his eyes, trying to block out the fact that he’d just made a
total ass of himself. “Oh well…”, he thought to himself. “I’ll make sure
someone else gets his uniform back to him, so I don’t go through *that* again.”
Opening his eyes, he looked around the small room, trying to figure out what
to do with his clothes once he got them off. After finding a hook just inches
above his head, he set the uniform down, and started tugging at his clothes.

Alex Krychek had returned. Slightly indignant, but returned none the less. It
seemed that he’d been deemed “coffee boy” sometime when his back was turned, as
the agents put in orders. “Years of training my ass…” he steamed, and whipped
around to go make a phone call. He caught something in his eye, but was too
late to avoid Agent Kazden and the remains of her cappucino. Before he knew it,
he had luke-warm coffee streaming down his side. “Thanks” he added,
sarcastically.

“I’ve outfitted one of you guys already… I don’t have clothes for two, you
know.” she said. This provoked a curious look from Alex. “While you were out,”
she explained, “Agent Mulder got it in his thick skull that he wants to go over
there. I tried to talk him out of it but he would have nothing of it. You’re
his partner, you try.”

Alex dropped the tissues he was using to dry himself off, and looked around.
“Where is he?” he asked, continuing to scan the room.

“Probably changing… I just saw the medic who donated his clothes walking away
from there,” she said, pointing to a back hall, “just a minute ago.”

“Thanks” said Alex, and headed off.

As he headed for the hallway, his mind wandered to thoughts of his partner in a
uniform. It didn’t help any that he had gotten his partner out of the pool,
wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits, just prior to coming to the scene.
Alex, who had had a thing for uniforms since his first boyfriend decided to go
out on Halloween all dressed up as a cop, was now really aching inside. But,
as he had a job to do, he tried to put it out of his head. As he arrived at
the door, he decided to make the most of the situation. Instead of knocking,
he reached for the knob. He smiled to himself when he turned, and found it
was not locked, then continued to turn and opened the door.

“OW!”

“What? What happened?” Alex questioned.

“Thanks for knocking me in the head, Krychek” said Mulder as he was pulling an
undershirt on. “What do you want to do next, break my arm?”

“Well,” Krychek started, as he took a long look at Mulder, who now had his back
to him, “I might consider it, if I can’t talk you out of this.”

“No deal, Krychek, I’m going, and you can’t make me change my mind.” He now
had pulled on the EMT shirt, and unzipped the loose fitting pants to tuck it
in. “That man is credible, and I need to get to him.”

Krychek pushed himself into the small room, closing the door behind him. “I
don’t think it’s such a good idea. The man’s a fruit cake, Mulder!”.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Now let me out.”

“No. I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I don’t think you should go. You need to
think about this.”

“Dammit Alex!” Mulder shouted, getting right into his partner’s face. “I have
to do this.” he added quietly, hoping his hushed tone would get him out of
there faster. He looked into the deep pools of green that were his partner’s
eyes. “I *need* to do this” he added, turning away. “So what’s it going to be?”

“Well, if you were a policeman,” he said, pointing to Mulder’s uniform, “I could
steal your night stick and make you stay here. But you’re not going to listen
to me…and I don’t have a night stick to bully you around with, now do I.”

“Tell you what… Next hostage situation I dress up as a cop, I promise.. Deal?”

Alex’s mind wandered back to his past, and before he could stop himself, he
gave a little laugh, saying, “I wish”. As soon as he realized what he’d said,
his face turned ashen, and his eyes darkened against his now reddening skin.
“I’m sorry, Mulder. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“‘s OK.” Mulder replied, his tone halfway between caution and excitement. “You
like that kind of thing, Krychek?”

Flushed, Krychek responded, “Just drop it Mulder… It’s not your scene, so
just drop it. I’m sorry I said it.”

“How do you know it’s not my scene? How do you know what makes my toes curl and
what doesn’t?” Now, throwing caution to the wind, he decided to add, “…and
how do you know I’m not hiding a night stick under this uniform?” That said,
he liesurly dropped his arms to his side, one hand tugging at the loose fabric
of his pants, showing a growing lump to the left of his zipper.

Alex had broken out in a cold sweat. As Mulder continued, his groping became
more pronounced, as did his hard cock’s outline in the drab blue pants. He
swallowed hard, as Mulder drew his face closer and closer, his green eyes
burning as hot as his skin that was now rubbing arm to arm with Krychek.
Mulder’s steaming breath was now on Alex’s neck, adding to his own extreme
heat. “All you gotta do is ask…” sighed Mulder, as he nuzzled against his
neck, planting light kisses just below his partner’s ear.

“Oh, Mulder” was what he had tried to say, but it became muffled, as Alex turned
his head, and drove his tongue deep into his partner’s mouth. It felt like
velvet. Alex’s hands were suddenly all over Mulder, exploring the body before
him, hungry for it. He wanted him; all of him. His hands went over Mulder’s
back, then to his chest, where his shirt was taken off in a flay of buttons and
fabric. His fingers found the pink nipples, waiting for his mouth to devour.
As his mouth worked, his hands found a mind of their own, digging into the
loose fabric of his new lover’s pants. As he kissed his way down, his hands
found what they were looking for…

“Suck it, Alex”, Mulder hissed… Not one to be disobedient, he fished out
Mulder’s rigid cock, and took it into one hand and his balls into another. A
flick of the tongue found his balls to be like silk, and he took one, then the
other into his mouth, rolling them around gingerly. By now, Mulder was
groaning loudly. Alex shot a hand up to Mulder’s mouth, to quiet him down,
but instead a finger was plunged into Mulder’s throat, showing him what Mulder
so desperately wanted. His finger receded out of Mulder’s mouth, and again
found the small mat of fur on his partner’s chest, seeking out the two small
prizes it held.

Alex softly let the balls slip from his mouth, and wound his other palm around
the rigid flesh that dangled in front of him hypnotically. He opened up to
accommodate the large member, while Mulder guided it into the warm mouth by
holding Alex’s head. Mulder thrusted his hips forward, causing Krychek to gag
slightly. After all, it’d been some time, and Mulder was larger than any other
he had gone down on. But within seconds, his throat opened up just like old
times, and Mulder was able to push his way deep into Alex’s mouth. Alex rested
his head against the door, and let Mulder do all of the work, taking from his
throat as he wanted to. By this time, his own cock hard and uncomfortable in
his suit pants, Alex had fished it out, and was pumping it furiously, stroke
to stroke with Mulder.

Mulder threw his head back, and Alex felt his partner’s balls drawing up into
their sack. He knew Mulder was close. With his free hand, he began stroking
Mulder’s testicles slowly, rolling them around between his fingers. This proved
all that his partner could take. As Mulder let out a throaty moan, Alex’s
felt spurt after spurt of warm, salty fluid fill his mouth. “Damn! He must not
have gotten off in weeks!” Alex thought to himself, as the fluid dripped from
the corners of his mouth. He continued to suck, swallowing as much of it as
he could take, all the while furiously working his member. Mulder
pulled back, and his now spent cock slowly withdrew from Alex’s mouth. Alex
felt two strong hands go under his armpits, and pulled him up from his kneeling
position, now face to face with Mulder. His partner lunged hungrily for Alex’s
mouth, wanting to taste himself on his tongue. Alex started moaning, and as
Mulder grabbed each of his nipples through his shirt, and twisted them almost
painfully, Alex shot his load all over Mulder’s now limp cock and stomach.
They stood motionless for a long while, neither wanting to spoil the moment.
Finally, with a deep penetrating kiss, they separated, finding their own
reflections in the room’s mirror.

“You know, I could get to like this, Krychek” Mulder said, as he searched for
some towels to clean himself up. “And I could *definatly* get used to it”,
which he followed with a quick peck on the lips.

Krychek got a coy look on his face, and said, “I could too. But one thing.”

“Yeah, Alex?”

Krychek smiled, “Just remember to wash that uniform before giving it back to
it’s owner.”

Mulder smiled, and started towards his partner. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* “Agent Mulder?
We’re ready to fit you with your vest and mic now” the voice said, from behind
the bathroom door.

Remembering where he was, and his original mission, Mulder replied back, saying
he’d be out soon, then waited for the footsteps outside of the door to quietly
fade out with the distance. Kryckek’s face turned down, momentarily forgetting
the passion they had shared and returning to the hostage situation at hand.
“I’ll be fine” urged Mulder, and put the palm of his hand gently on his
partner’s chest. Alex’s eyes rose to meet Mulder’s, and he smiled back. Yes,
he knew Mulder could handle himself.

“I know… Just be careful.”

“Well, if you can promise another performance like the one we just had, I
swear I will be.” He shot a smile to his partner, and left the small room,
ready for the task at hand.

finis