Title:Happy, Happy Birthday Spender

Author/pseudonym:R.A. Swain

Fandom:X-Files/Spender Fic

Paring: Spender/Ritter,Mulder/Krychek

Rating:Mature Audience.

Status: New 9/3/99

Archive: Yes, please. You have my permission to archive.

Series/Sequel: No

Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used without permission, and are used for the sole intent of entertainment and not for profit.

Note other disclaimers at beginning of story.

Notes: A spender Challenge.

Summary: Jeff has a birthday wish.

Warnings: Implied spanking.

Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material.

This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.

Happy, Happy Birthday Spender
By R.A. Swain

Jeffrey rolled over and stretched. He heard a cough and bolted upright in bed. "Who...What the hell are you doing here?"

"We're you birthday wish," Fox Mulder said.

Jeff shook his head. "My what?"

Alex Krychek smiled and leaned against the wall. "Stud, he said we're you birthday wish. The Fox, me, and you're ole buddy Peyton Ritter." He nodded across the room by the window.

Jeff turned to see his all time hottest fantasy, Peyton Ritter, sitting on the dresser edge near the window. "This is some kind of pizza induced nightmare, isn't it?"

Peyton walked over to the bed, leaned down and kissed Jeff, ravaging his tonsils with his tongue. He broke the kiss and waited for Jeff to catch his breath. "Did that feel like a nightmare?" he asked, running his hand over Spender's bare chest, circling his nipple with his finger, and then pinching it roughly between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Proof you're awake," Peyton answered. "So we're all your's for this evening. It was Mulder's idea."

Jeff looked back to Mulder. "This is one of your tricks isn't it? My mind has become your playground, and now you want to drive me over the edge, don't you?"

"I told you he wouldn't go for it," Mulder said.

Peyton removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor. He lay down on the bed next to Spender and stretched his arms over his head. "They're leaving, but I'm staying. I have a special present for you."

"Shoot Mulder, that'll be present enough," Spender replied. He absentmindedly ran a hand over Peyton's chest and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing an V-neck t-shirt, white.

"If that's really what you want, but I've got a better idea. We're each giving you a present. My present to you is me," Peyton said.

"And Fox and I have agreed to give you something you've always wanted," Alex chimed in.

Jeff looked to Mulder for clarification. Mulder looked away toward Krychek, then back to Spender. "Okay, here it is, I know, aside from Ritter here, you biggest fantasy is to have me spanked, so I'm willing to do it, or at least, Alex will do it, while you and Ritter watch."

Spender sat with his mouth open, no sound coming out.

Krychek smiled. "He's under the influence of a special little drug I save for what I like to call 'pliable Mulder nights'. He won't remember a thing other than running into Ritter and the stinging of his ass later on."

"He's right Jeff. This may be your only chance to get me to give you a thrill," Mulder said.

Jeff had unbuckled Peyton's pants and tugged the T-shirt up, running his hand beneath it across his warm chest. Ritter leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Jeff's eyes lit up. "You'll do it any way I want?"

Krychek and Mulder nodded.

"Alex, there's a spatula in the kitchen, be a good quadruple agent and get it, please. The plastic one, it should sting more," Jeff ordered. He watched Krychek hurry out of the room. "Mulder, I think you deserve a bareassed spanking, so, drop trou my would-be possible brother."

Mulder turned his back to the two men on the bed and slowly peeled down his tight jeans revealing a lack of underwear. Krychek re-entered the bedroom carrying two spatulas and a container of crisco. Spender gave him a quizzical look.

"Just incase it gets too good to resist," he answered to look.

Ritter was nibbling on his ear, occasionally whispering some really perverse thoughts . He paused to look at Mulder's baby soft butt. "I'm gonna really enjoy this," he said.

"Yes, you will," Spender replied, slipping his hand in the top of Ritter's briefs. "Alex, why don't you get comfortable as well, remove your pants."

Alex paused, then shrugged and quickly stripped off his jeans. Now he and Mulder were both wearing only their t-shirts and socks. "Come on big guy, over my knee," Alex ordered sitting on a chair placed at the foot of Spender's bed.

Mulder complied, bracing himself for what Alex would consider foreplay. He glanced back at Spender and Ritter who were already into a mutual masturbation scene. His own sense of auto-erotic kicked in and he felt himself getting excited. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he would be haunted by these images with no explanation once Alex's drug wore off. The feeling of his cock rubbing against Alex's was enough to get him going, but to see Spender and Ritter share another kiss while groping each other sent him into orbit.

Spender looked up. "That's perfect. Mulder, you just keep you head turned toward me. I want to see your face as you get this spanking."

"You're evil, Jeff," Krychek said with a smile on his lips. "You still have great potential."

Evil, Spender thought, just like dear old dad. He wondered what the old man would think of this little scene playing out in his bedroom? He wish he definitely knew if Fox was his half-brother, it would make the whole scene sweeter. Oh well, can't have everything he mused. "Give it to him," he ordered.

Krychek raised the plastic spatula. "Happy birthday, Jeffrey." He brought it down repeatedly across Mulder's butt, as Peyton observed for a few moments before slipping beneath the covers and taking Jeff's 'big Spender' in his mouth.

A car alarm in the distance distracted Spender, it began to annoy him, and finally....

Spender sat upright in bed, a cold sweat covered his body. He looked around the room. Alone, he thought. The phone rang and he grabbed it. "Yeah?"

"Hello Jeffy Boy. Happy birthday!"

Spender slammed the receiver down. "Damn you Mulder, I know you're behind this." He slumped down in bed, noticing his solid erection for the first time since waking. Oh well, he thought, might as well enjoy the fantasy. He closed his eyes again and pictured Mulder across Krychek's lap. Yeah, that's it, he thought.