by Sara Lynn
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SPOILER WARNING: Prequel to Pain and Pleasure set in Terma
RATING: Not for children under 17
CONTENT WARNING/CLASSIFICATION: V, Skinner-angst, strange MSR
SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully help Skinner move into his new apartment and maybe more.
DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully & Walter Skinner are owned by Chris Carter and 20th Century Fox, and are part Duchovny, Anderson & Pileggi (respectively), who are the ones to give the characters life.
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Walter hadn’t thought it would have been so hard to move into the new apartment. Sharon was out of town, her mother recent fell down her front porch steps and was incapacitated with a broken hip. She would be attending to her mother until the matter was taken care of. Placing the box of pots and pans on the kitchen counter, Walter reached for a paper cup to pour out some fresh lemonade for himself.
He drank it in a rush, turning around to see his two helpers come in carrying the kitchen table. Mulder was on the side near him. His flannel shirt long since getting in his way and tied loosely around his waist. All Walter could see were the straining muscles of his back and the backs of his legs covered in blue denim. On the other end was Scully looking more feminine than she usual did. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and the sweat glittered over the muscles that the sports bra did not cover. He knew she had also tied her flannel around her waist and wore blue jeans like Mulder. With a silence precision, they set the table down and let out a needed sigh.
"I guess I should thank you guys for doing this on your Saturday." Walter said to break the uncomfortable silence he felt. The agents never had that uncomfortable feeling, but it bother him he couldn’t join that bond.
"No problem, sir. I know I would have been bored to tears sitting at home. At least this way, I get some exercise."
"I only had dinner with my family planned for tonight so I was free." Scully came closer to Walter, pouring herself a glass of lemonade and finishing it off in record time. She began to pour herself another glass and one for Mulder, to which he actually smiled.
"If Scully’s lemonade is there, so am I." Mulder gulped down the tiny paper cup in record time as well and gave a quick hug around the shoulders to his female partner. She smiled. It was nice to be appreciated for something domestic once in a while.
Walter watched the two partners as they used a silence, secret language to speak. Almost like what he and Sharon had when they were first married. He looked at Mulder whisper something in her ear and Scully playfully shoo him away. If they weren’t the best at what they did and so professional, he would swear they were lovers. No one could be so perfect together without knowing the other like the back of your hand. He watched as Mulder would grab an ice cube out of the pitcher and swipe it across the back of Scully’s neck. She jumped and turned to him with a murderous look. Only seconds later would she arm herself with an ice cube and go after him. Walter was completely forgotten and the agents were only thinking of themselves. Mulder manages to grab Scully’s wrists and held them away as Dana tried to position Mulder in a self-defense move that would have him on his back. Before either man knew it, Mulder was laying on the linoleum floor, with Scully’s knees planted firmly in his shoulders. Now he was vulnerable to the cold ice cube.
Unlike what he thought would happen next, the two started laughing and Scully quickly jumped up. She helped Mulder up as well and they started out of the apartment for the next items to be moved in. Walter actually felt the laugh start in his throat. What had just happened was. . . unbelievable. He shook his head as he ascended the stairs to his bedroom loft. Ridding himself of the sticky tee-shirt he wondered how two sexual attractive people could stand being close to one another without the unresolved sexual tension choking them. Surely they had some reaction to the other. Mulder was known for his prowess with women and Scully, albeit stoic, was rumored to be a little wild and rebellious. Thinking about the two of them together did a number on his libido and his body.
Walter resigned himself to the fact that as a man, he was given the need to fantasize. He could imagine was the agent were doing in his own home with him no where in sight. They needed no words to tell the other that they wanted them. Fox with his undesirable lust for other things would be impetuous and want her as soon as possible. Dana on the other hand would be sensible and say that they should go somewhere more private. Perhaps they would venture upstairs and. . . be standing there looking at him lying on the bed.
WHAT?! There they stood, Scully in front of Mulder looking at Walter with a curiosity he believed came from case after case together. Dana looked up at the man behind, asking some question to which he gave a sly smile. What in the world could they be. . ?
Scully brought her hand to the zipper on her sports top and pulled down letting the flaps part as she went down. Finally the top was parted and was hanging for dear life over her breasts. Mulder reached forward and pulled them away. She straightened her back trying to perk up her already perky breasts. The shyness he thought she would have was not existent. She was not afraid of what either men thought of her. That most likely was the result of been the lover of one and Walter was not that lucky one.
She walked over to the bed and stood in front of the AD, gently stroking his head. "Sir?" She asked cautiously. Walter looked up then back at the breast before him. He would regret this but, taking the nipple in his mouth, he sucked gently on her like a baby would from a mother. He could feel her shiver, the surprise making her rock back on her heels. Before she could fall, Mulder was behind her holding her up. Walter eyes opened as he felt Mulder’s arm come around Scully’s tiny body and stroke the short hairs on the back of Walter’s head.
Looking up, he saw the two pain-in-the-ass agents that were always his favorites. One in the throes of ecstasy, the other a voyeur. Over Scully’s shoulder, Mulder watched the motions Walter’s lips made on her breast. With an audible pop, he moved away from both agents. Mulder’s arm was around Scully’s waist and his hand was pulling the tie out of her hair. The red strand of hair fell to her shoulders and they looked like the agents he knew, only without their tops.
Walter was moving farther back on the bed, wondering how this had happened. His brown eyes watch as the small woman turned around and began to kiss her partner. They looked so natural together. The way her arms contoured around his neck. The hands over her back pulling her closer. Turning in some silent dance, Mulder fell back to the bed with Scully on top of him. Their heads were only inches from Walter’s. He could see their lips cup each others and every so often he could see a flash of a tongue. Dana looked to be the one to end the kiss looking up at her boss with a hungry eye.
He had no idea what was happening before it was too late. He was kissing her. Her soft lips moved over his, willing him to open up to her. He gave himself freely and felt his mouth open to her. She was pulling him back. His eyes opened as she let him go and went back to Mulder’s mouth. He could see her mouth glistening with his saliva as she made contact with Mulder. The man didn’t care. Rolling Scully onto her back he moved down the bed to remove her jeans. The woman looked up and called Walter down with her finger.
He didn’t realize he was kissing her, he only felt the lips moved against his and the hand stroke his cheek. Looking up he saw the soft face of Mulder’s, resting upon Scully’s breast. Walter felt Mulder’s hands come around the back of his head and pull him closer. Walter could not remember ever kissing another man. He was never intrigued by the thought, but it wasn’t all that repulsing. Mulder’s lips moved around his, not pushing any further than Walter wanted.
Pulling out of the kiss, He looked at the two agents who now laid naked in the bed before him. Mulder was pushing softly into Scully, kissing her neck as he went. Her lips pushed out her breath and his name, "Fox. Fox"
Walter raised himself on his knees and unbuttoned the jeans from his body. He couldn’t tell what was happening but he wanted to be part of it. Mulder looked up, whispering to Dana to look up. She let out a whistle as he exposed himself to the agents.
Neither agent gave any warning before they pulled him to they bodies. Each had hold on a buttock and pulled him in. He could feel the two different hands rub over his cock and two set of lips kiss the skin. Somewhere amongst the pleasure was the thought that he was letting another man touch and kiss him intimately. Walter could not remember ever having any sort of homosexual thoughts, fantasies or tendencies. Somehow imaging this agent satisfying him was only making him harder.
He opened his eyes when the kissed stopped. Fox moved out of Dana and let her move to her hands and knees. Her breasts hung down and swayed as she moved forward to take him in her mouth. She immediately took all of him. The entire length was in her mouth and going nowhere. From under his heavy eyelids he noticed the long length Mulder held in his equal elongated hand disappeared into Dana. She breathed a sweltering heave that Walter could feel surge to his brain.
"Oh god," Walter placed his hands on Dana’s shoulders and felt her velvet mouth suck and lick at him. He felt the familiar swelling, amazed that it had only been seconds since she began. He arched and thrust slightly towards her knowing the man behind her was mimicking his boss’ actions. The pressure was moving slowly through him to the end and transferred into the awaiting agent. She did not let go, taking everything he had to give.
Falling to the bed with only his shell of a body and the name of the woman on his lips, he felt the air escape and not come back.
"Sir?" Walter heard the voice of the other man, and knew that as long as his eyes were closed, he could regain his strength. "Sir?"
The touch on his shoulder made him finally open his eyes. Mulder stood over the bed, his hand at his side. Walter realized the man had put on his shirt and was fully dressed. He sat up with some difficulty, hoping for the possibility to salvage some self-respect.
"Sir, Scully and I finished bringing up the last boxes and we’re going to cut out. You don’t need us for anything else?"
Walter shook his head. Was Mulder hiding his disgust or actually ignorant to Walter’s lurid dream. "I’ll see the two of you Monday." Mulder nodded and left the man in his bedroom, not wanting to mention the physical arousal of his boss apparent through the pair of slacks.
Scully stood out in the hallway, waiting and watching as Mulder exited the apartment of the A.D. and came up to her, with a smile on his face. "Would it be possible to get in a quick shower before we go to your mom’s house for dinner?"
She stepped in closer pressing her body to his. "Course. We made decide to get a little more sweaty beforehand." With a strong hand she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him soundly. The couple walked toward the elevators, neither wanting to interrupt this moment.
"Dana. . ." Mulder said with a whisper, "Do you think he has any idea?"
"Let’s hope not."
THE END