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
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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
