Life from the Ashes Book 1- A New Beginning
Chapter 4
Shattered Dreamsby Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.net***
Walter Skinner's Condo
Thanksgiving
10:20 p.m.sA gentle hand caressed his cheek waking him from his nap. He slowly opened his eyes and stared into Skinner's concerned face.
"C'mon, Fox, let's go upstairs to our bedroom and let Krycek have the guestroom back."
"What . . . what time is it?" he murmured drowsily.
Skinner smiled at him affectionately. "After 10:00 p.m., all of our guests have gone home and the condo is back in one piece."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sleep this long . . . I shouldn't have drank so much." Mulder grabbed Skinner's hand to help pull himself to his feet. He was still slightly wobbly from just waking up and the older man put an arm around his waist to steady him.
"I got you, Fox, c'mon let's get upstairs to bed."
Mulder glanced up and noticed Krycek standing in the doorway watching them. His expression was unreadable. "Thanks, Alex." Mulder smiled softly looking deeply into his thick-lashed emerald eyes -- the desire they felt for each other passed silently between them. Mulder felt his stomach knot with guilt knowing how close he had come to cheating on his lover . . . damn!
Krycek saw desire and then anxiety flash in Mulder's eyes. Reading his mind, he found Mulder was relieved that he hadn't cheated on Skinner. Krycek sighed, he knew it wasn't going to be easy to win Fox . . . not with the bond he shared with Walter Skinner. It was going to take time. It was a good thing he was able to reach the building's owner about taking over the caretaker's position. It would be easy to use his powers to do any of the needed repairs. That would leave him plenty of time to be around Mulder, he knew it would piss Skinner off, which was an added bonus.
Skinner noticed the lustful look Krycek gave his lover and saw Mulder return it. He would make sure that the rat-bastard was out of here by tomorrow, and that he stayed away from his lover. As for his lover, it was a good thing he had taken a long nap because he planned on making sure Fox never wanted another man, ever! Skinner possessively tightened his grip around the younger man's waist as they walked through the living room.
Mulder looked around at the newly cleaned living room and dining room. "Well, at least I got out of cleaning up the mess."
"Yeah, we'll just have to make another mess for you to clean up. I wouldn't want you to feel left out." Skinner grinned lecherously at him as he pinched his butt on the way up the stairs.
"Ouch." Mulder glared at him rubbing his butt.
"Fox, you're overdue for your shot. After I give it to you, let's share a shower," Skinner whispered in his ear. His tongue licked around the outside rim as his hands stroked down his lover's chest to tease his nipples through the thin fabric.
"Okay, just no more pinching." To emphasize his point, Mulder reached back and pinched Skinner hard.
"Damn it, Fox!"
They hurriedly shed their clothes in the bedroom before going together into the large bathroom. Mulder waited patiently, he was already use to their routine of giving him the anti-pheromone shot. He held up his arm and made a fist while Walter fastened the rubber tie around it, but his mind started to drift back to Alex Krycek. "Fuck!"
"Fox, I would really appreciate it if you didn't think about that rat- bastard in my presence!"
"How?" Mulder took a step backwards, rubbing his sore arm where Skinner had stabbed him a little too hard with the needle.
"I . . . I didn't want to admit it, but when Henderson abducted you, I heard you cry out for help. I've been picking up bits of your thoughts ever since. I . . . this morning, I dropped a coffee mug in the kitchen and stopped it before it hit the ground . . . it just sat there frozen in mid-air until I reached out and grabbed it. Fox, I don't know what's happening to me!" Skinner sat on the tiled ledge of the bathtub putting his head in his hands.
"Walter, I'm sorry. The last thing I'd ever want to do is to hurt you. Yes, I'm physically attracted to Krycek and I do fantasize about him, but it's you I'm involved with and I have no intention of leaving you for him." Mulder sat on the ledge next to Skinner and wrapped his arms around the older man. "Walter, from your description I think you're experiencing latent sorcerer symptoms." Mulder tenderly kissed his shoulder as he soothingly stroked his back.
"Fox, I know I'm not as sexually appealing to you as Krycek. I'm afraid of losing you, and now I'm turning into a freak." Skinner didn't like how needy his voice sounded, but he couldn't help the plea that came into it.
"Walter, don't sell yourself short . . . you're not a freak," Mulder murmured. He ran a loving hand over the older man's broad, muscular chest. His fingers combed through the thick chest hair and continued down until he reached his groin. He grasped Skinner's hard cock and looked into his warm brown eyes then slowly sank to his knees in front of him and parted Skinner's thighs so he could kneel between them. He took the head of Skinner's leaking cock into his mouth and slowly licked the pre-ejaculate from it as he swirled his tongue around the weeping tip savoring his lover's flavor. "Did I ever tell you how much I love your body . . . your broad shoulders, muscular biceps, flat abs, and slim waist . . . mmm," Mulder purred, then tried to accommodate as much of his lover's large cock into his mouth holding it at the base. This was the first time he'd given a blowjob and knew his technique needed work, but he gave it his best shot. He reached over with his other hand and cradled and caressed his lover's heavy balls.
Skinner felt himself melting as Mulder's lush, hot mouth worked on his engorged organ, twining his fingers though Mulder's thick hair he held him tight. "Oh, damn, that feels so good," he moaned, thrusting slowly in and out.
Mulder took that as encouragement and relaxed his throat muscles to take more of him in, he wanted to demonstrate to the older man just how important he was to him.
Skinner looked down at his gorgeous lover kneeling before him as his cock slid in and out of his beautiful mouth. The sight pushed him over the edge. As he felt himself about to climax, he quickly pushed Mulder away. "I want . . . no . . . I need to be inside you when I come, bend over the tub," he panted. Getting up quickly, he grabbed a tube of lubricant out of the medicine cabinet. He looked over at his lover, who was leaning over the wide ledge around the bathtub with his firm ass raised in the air and both legs spread apart, his testicles and soft penis hung exposed, he presented a sensual picture. Skinner knelt between his legs, pushing them further apart he ran a loving hand down the curve of his spine.
Mulder felt the cold, hard tiles under his bare chest and found himself becoming uncomfortable kneeling on the hard tile floor. He quickly forgot all about his discomfort when Skinner's warm body knelt behind him and the hot hand gently stroked his back. He shivered with anticipation as Skinner's hand traveled down to his butt and spread his cheeks. He felt the older man's lubed finger nudge at his asshole, then push inside him.
Skinner looked at the perfect body of his lover admiring the smooth unblemished skin as he inserted a second finger into him. He bent down, ran his tongue over one of the smooth buttocks, and bit it, causing Mulder to jump and push back impaling himself further on the larger man's thick fingers. Skinner licked the bite, soothing it; he leaned back to admire the impression his teeth made on the ivory cheek. He twisted his fingers in Mulder's ass until he raked over his prostate making the younger man twist and moan.
"Oh, God . . . Walter!" Mulder felt the pressure building in his groin, his cock stood fully erect and leaking against his stomach. "I'm going to come!"
"No, not yet." Skinner reached around his lover and squeezed his cock to stop him from coming. He pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his thick cock, forcing his way in against the tight constricting muscles in the younger man's ass. "God, you're so fucking tight!"
Mulder felt the burning pain as Skinner entered him, the larger man's thick cock filling him. The pain slowly ebbed, turning into pleasure as his muscles relaxed allowing his lover in deeper. He felt an electric bolt of pure pleasure course through his body as his lover's cock pushed against his prostate. He was desperate to come, his balls were drawn up tightly -- the only thing preventing him was Skinner's hand.
When Skinner was finally all the way in, he leaned back and admired the sight of his large cock stretching Fox open, his perfect cheeks spread apart and the taut muscles of his anus gripping him. He ran a finger with his free hand around his cock and the stretched muscles clenching it, as he released the tight grip he had on Mulder's cock to allow his lover to come. Mulder cried out and shot hard against the side of the tiled tub and his belly. Skinner felt Mulder's sphincter muscles contracting around his cock, but he kept a firm hold on his control, not wanting to be pulled over the edge, yet. He felt the erotic pleasure of being sheathed deep inside his lover's hot body as his rectal muscles squeezed and clenched his throbbing cock. He was becoming harder and thicker as he rode out his lover's orgasm.
He waited until Mulder's ass muscles loosened their grip before he started to pull out a couple of inches and thrust back in. He had to keep a firm hold on his lover's hips as he increased the length and depth of his thrusts. He corkscrewed his hips as he thrust back in, causing his lover to cry out in ecstasy. He continued relentlessly driving his thick organ into his lover's tight body.
"Fox, do you feel my cock filling you up . . . you belong to me," Skinner murmured huskily. "You should see how lovely your ass is clenching me . . . you feel so silky and hot inside."
"Oh, please." Mulder had never felt this hot or aroused before in his life and he was quickly becoming painfully erect again. Skinner's words, along with his cock ramming into him hitting his prostate over and over again were speeding him toward a second orgasm. He realized he had never had two orgasms so close together before, as he felt himself coming a second time against the side of the bathtub. He put his head down on the cool tile, his body felt totally spent -- if it weren't for Skinner holding him up, he would have slid down to the floor.
Skinner felt his lover's second orgasm and allowed it to pull him over the edge as he thrust in one last time, grinding his hips forward trying to get in as deep as he could. He came long and hard before collapsing over the younger man's smooth back, still deeply impaled in him. He didn't want to lose the intimate contact as he ran a caressing hand over Mulder's sweaty body and wrapped his arms around his waist. Holding him closely, he licked the sweat from the side of his neck.
He finally pulled out of Mulder. Standing unsteadily, he reached a hand down and helped his young lover up. "C'mon, let's take that shower, we both need it."
***
Walter Skinner's Condo
Friday, November 27
7:20 a.m.Mulder snuggled closer to Skinner's warm body, sighing softly as the older man's strong arms wrapped firmly around him and a muscular leg went over the top of his. His head rested on the older man's upper arm and his face nuzzled against Skinner's shoulder letting him breathe in his lover's soothing musky scent. He didn't plan on getting out of bed anytime soon; Skinner had kept him up most of the night making love. He now had proof that bald men really do have higher levels of testosterone. He was pleasantly sore from being well-fucked three times in one night -- even his penis hurt. Mulder turned slightly and brushed against Skinner's organ, he groaned when he felt the older man was erect . . . not again!
Skinner had his face buried in Mulder's soft hair and was enjoying his fresh scent. He loved the feel of his lover's sleep-warmed body cuddling in his arms. For once in his life, he felt totally contented and never wanted to lose this feeling, but he knew the only way he would keep it was by holding onto to Mulder. There was no way he would ever be able to go on living without him.
***
Walter Skinner's Condo
Friday, November 27
11:20 a.m.Sometime during the morning, Alex Krycek had left the condo with his possessions. There was a note on the refrigerator letting Mulder know that he had taken the caretaker's position that had been left vacant after Bob's murder and he was moving into Bob's former apartment on the ground floor. Skinner was not pleased as he read the note over Mulder's shoulder, and he intended to talk with the building's owner. There was no way he wanted Krycek living in the same building as them, especially knowing how Mulder felt about him.
"We have to start conducting tests to determine the extent of your abilities, Walter," Mulder said, slipping Krycek's note into the pocket of his jeans.
"What tests are you proposing we do?"
"We can start with the three basics: telepathy, telekinesis, and mind control. Then we'll test for other abilities that were only found in a small percent of the men with the Sorcerer syndrome; such as, the ability to transform matter and pyrogenics . . ." Mulder sounded excited as he explained to his boss and lover the many aspects of the mutation. "This is so cool, Walter, can you image if you had all of the sorcerer's abilities."
"Okay, Fox, I'll do whatever you want. What do you want me to do first?" He sighed; knowing there was no way out.
"You can cook me breakfast."
"Fox, it's lunch time and if you've forgotten . . . I only cook breakfast and that's between 6:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m."
"Okay, fine, whatever, but you are going to help me. It's your fault I'm walking funny today and can't sit down." Mulder glared playfully at him, he wasn't really angry. "How about we compromise, I really want breakfast and you want lunch, so I'll make us eggs benedict."
"With hollandaise sauce?" Skinner licked his lips.
"It wouldn't be eggs benedict without the hollandaise sauce. It's a good thing Scully's in Colorado, she would not approve of today's high cholesterol diet. Okay, Walt, would you please get me the carton of eggs." Mulder leaned with his back against the counter, staring down at the older man who was sitting at the table.
"You're standing, why don't you get them?"
"Because I want you to get it using only your mind."
"Oh, how do you suggest I do that?"
"Concentrate on opening the refrigerator door first. Walter, you've already used the ability once, so it shouldn't be that hard to do it again."
The older man stared at the door trying to will it to open. Nothing happened. "Fox, it's not working."
"It should be simple . . . try concentrating harder."
Skinner glared at him feeling ridiculous, then looked back at the door. "Goddamnit, open up already!" he snarled and the door flew open slamming hard against the counter, spilling items from inside onto the floor. Skinner was shocked it had actually worked.
"Maybe it requires you to use your voice. Hmm . . . let's see if you can levitate the eggs out of the refrigerator. Walter, why don't you try using your mind first, if that doesn't work then use your voice, but softly this time."
Nothing happened again, he was concentrating as hard as possible. "Okay, eggs come to me." He felt like an idiot talking to a carton of eggs, but it worked, the carton floated out of the refrigerator and glided over to him.
"Wow!" He grinned up at Mulder who was beaming back at him like a kid that had just gotten everything he asked Santa for. "Walter, this is way cool!"
"Way cool? Fox, I think you've been around Boutotte's and Pipino's kids too much lately. Okay, what's next?"
"Telepathy. Read my mind and get me the items I'm thinking of."
Skinner concentrated on Mulder and found reading his mind easy than telekinetics. "English muffins . . . ham . . . butter . . . lemon juice -- go to the counter." All the items floated out of the open refrigerator setting down lightly on the counter by Mulder who was grinning delightedly.
"I really feel foolish ordering inanimate objects around," Skinner groused.
Mulder walked over to where he sat; leaning down he kissed the bigger man passionately before turning around and sitting on his lap to continue the deep kiss. "I don't think you sound foolish at all."
"Fox, I thought you were too sore to sit down." Skinner wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist, sliding one hand down to rub his butt.
"I'm not sitting on my ass, only my thighs, and I'm not as sore as I was a few minutes ago. You know that I heal very fast." Mulder felt Skinner's erection against his thigh . . . again! How could he be erect again? They had had sex four times in twelve hours, the last time only a half-hour ago. Reaching down, his stroked the older man through his pants. "We'll take care of this after we eat." He kissed him quickly and hopped off his lap.
Skinner thought it would be a good time to test the third item on Mulder's list. "Stop, come back here."
Mulder stopped dead in his tracks, turning around he had a dazed look in his eyes as he jerkily moved back to Skinner. "Kiss me."
Mulder leaned back down and touched his lips to Skinner's. "Mmm, this sorcerer mutation might come in handy after all," he murmured after their lips parted.
Mulder frowned. "I don't want to wreck your fun, but please don't do that again. It . . . it felt too much like Modell." He shuddered at the thought, backing away from Skinner.
"Fox, I'm sorry. I didn't even consider Modell. I promise I won't do it again." Skinner went over to Mulder and hugged him.
They spent the rest of the weekend running tests and making love. Mulder was almost positive that Skinner's sexual stamina had to do with the sorcerer's mutation. He was ten years younger, healed remarkably fast, and he couldn't keep up with his older lover. He was starting to look forward to going back to work, at least it would allow him to get some much needed rest.
***
The FBI Hoover Building
Friday, December 11
11:20 a.m.A.D. Walter Skinner was miffed! He had just finished a very uncomfortable meeting with the Director who had informed him that Mulder was being placed under A.D. Robert Murphy.
It had become common knowledge that he and Mulder were lovers. That went against FBI protocol prohibiting management from being sexually involved with their subordinates. Skinner had been expecting Mulder to be transferred under another A.D., but that wasn't the reason he was fuming. It was the Director's snide off-handed comments. He realized halfway through the meeting that his boss had had his eyes on Agent Mulder for more than just a boss and employee relationship. He had made it more than clear that he wasn't very happy that Skinner had beaten him to the agent first.
Since Mulder had come to live with him, Skinner realized just how many suitors his lover had by all the flowers and cards that arrived for him at the condo. He was surprised when a limo driver showed up at their door from Senator Matheson, wanting Mulder to accompany him to the Senator's mansion. Mulder very firmly refused and wrote a note for the limo driver to take back to the Senator. Skinner wished his powers were stronger, so he could have read what Mulder wrote.
Sighing, he reached down and opened his bottom desk drawer and pulled out a small, blue, velvet box. He opened it, taking out the gold wedding band inside. He had two identical bands made -- one for Fox and the other for himself. Congress had finally passed the same-sex marriage bill and he planned to propose to Mulder on New Years Eve. He knew he was probably rushing it, but he wanted Fox to be wearing his ring. He needed a visible sign of their commitment to each other and he only hoped that his lover would understand his need and agree to legalize their partnership.
Their sex life just kept getting better. Mulder had even accused him of using his powers to increase his sexual stamina. He grinned at the thought, but he had to admit it was possible. He had never been this virile . . . even in his wild youth. Mulder had agreed to keep his new abilities a secret because men discovered with the sorcerer mutation were immediately forced to work for a covert agency within the government. Skinner closed the velvet box and put it back in his desk drawer.
There was a knock on his door and Mulder strolled in not waiting for permission. "Sir, I've been re-certified as an active field agent!" Mulder exclaimed excitedly, placing the official document in front of Skinner.
Skinner glanced at it unhappily. "Agent Mulder, I thought we had agreed that you're more valuable to the FBI as a supervisor rather than as a field agent."
"That was before Doctor Harris' anti-pheromone shots. Now there is absolutely no reason why I couldn't go back into the field. Sir, I hate being stuck behind a desk all day . . . I need this." Mulder looked pleadingly at Skinner.
"When you're in the field, who's going to give you your shots?" Skinner glared at him. No way did he want Mulder flying off all over the country. "And, the pheromone shots didn't change the way you look . . . "
Mulder interrupted, "I already talked to A.D. Murphy and he is assigning Special Agent Donald Anderson to be my partner. Anderson's a trained pathologist and he has already agreed to give me my shots when we're in the field together."
"So you already know about A.D. Murphy, when did you find out? I was only told of your reassignment an hour ago," Skinner stated dejectedly, staring at his hands.
"Murphy called me into his office when I first arrived this morning, we've been going over the details of my transfer all morning. I'm sorry, sir, I assumed you'd been given advanced notice."
"No, I didn't know anything about it until the Director informed me. Mulder, working for Murphy will put you back into VCS are you sure that's what you want?"
"Sir, I would rather be back doing profiles than sitting behind a desk all day supervising other agents."
"Okay, Mulder, we'll talk about this when we get home. I'm not very happy about you wanting to go back into the field, but I am willing to listen." Skinner attempted to pacify him. However, tonight he would make Mulder see his point of view.
"Sir, there isn't anything to discuss. I'm going back into the field, period!" Mulder turned angrily and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
Skinner stared at the closed door feeling a headache coming on, he got up and went into his private washroom for some aspirin -- it was going to be a long day.
He spent the rest of the day preparing expense reports and financial statistics for next year's budget. It took hours to weed through the paperwork that Kimberly use to handle for him. Now he had to share an administrative assistant with four Section Chiefs. The new male assistant totally lacked the multitasking skills of the previous female assistants Skinner had used. He ended up spending many late hours in the office just trying to keep ahead of the weekly paperwork.
***
Viva Towers
Friday, December 11
9:15 p.m.By the time Skinner arrived home well after 9:00 p.m. He was glad it was Friday, although, he was planning on working at home this weekend, but he did plan on sleeping in late tomorrow.
Mulder was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the fireplace with an open folder forgotten in his lap as he gazed thoughtfully into the flames. Only when Skinner walked over and stood in front of him did he tear his eyes away from the fire. Looking up, he met Skinner's eyes. "Hi, you're late. I saved you some dinner, would you like me to heat it up for you?" Mulder felt a little embarrassed about losing his temper in Skinner's office this morning.
"No, I can get it myself . . . stay there." He knelt down in front of Mulder and using his fingers to tilt his chin up, he kissed him softly on the lips. "I'm going upstairs to take a shower first." He stood taking in his lover's appearance. Fox was barefoot and wore soft sweat pants and a T-shirt, and the fire cast a sexy warm glow on his pale skin.
Skinner took a very quick shower, when he came out of the steaming bathroom he decided to forgo his briefs and just slipped on a pair of sweatpants. He walked barefooted back downstairs. Mulder had left his position in front of the fireplace and had gone in the kitchen to reheat dinner for him: meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans. He noticed the kitchen was spotless. His lover usually left the dishes for him, but he sensed Mulder was trying to make peace after this morning.
They still hadn't worked through all the differences that living together had brought out. While he was meticulously neat, Mulder had the tendency to accumulate clutter wherever he went. They finally came to an agreement about his sunflower seed habit and had placed empty bowls in the living room and bedroom for him to throw the shells into. Since Mulder was doing a majority of the cooking, he started doing most of the daily housework and they shared the laundry which they both hated doing.
Mulder brought over a couple of beers for them and sat to keep him company while he ate. "I'm sorry about springing going back into active field work on you, but I wasn't sure I'd re-qualify, and when I did, I was just too happy to think that you might not approve."
"It's been less than three weeks since Henderson abducted you and we still haven't found him. I don't like the idea of you being unprotected in some motel room halfway across the country from me." Skinner poured some catsup over the thick slice of meatloaf on his plate and took a bite.
"Walter, I won't be unprotected, there is Agent Anderson and A.D. Murphy is also is assigning two other agents from the VICAP. He understands my special circumstances, and he feels my skills as an agent merit the expense of assigning me three partners."
"Fox, I don't trust anyone except myself to protect you, but if this is really that important to you I won't stand in your way. I do want the names of the other two agents Murphy is assigning to you." He looked up with resignation at his lover, knowing he wasn't going to win this argument and decided to give in.
Mulder smiled at him relieved, he thought his lover would have put up more of a fight. "Thanks. I'm going to check on the fire, why don't you join me when you finish eating." Mulder leaned in and kissed him, licking the catsup off the side of his mouth.
"I'd love to join you," Skinner said, squeezing Mulder's buttock to let him know what he planned on doing when he joined him.
Mulder grinned wickedly at him before leaving the kitchen. Instead of going to the living room, he went to the linen closet and removed a large quilt which he brought back and spread out before the fireplace. He put two more logs on the fire before he slipped out of his clothing and laid down on the quilt in front of the blazing fire. He let the warm heat from the fire wash over his naked body enjoying the popping and crackling noise and the smell of the wood burning.
He no longer had an unreasonable fear of fires, especially self-contained fires. Now, if the room was to catch on fire, that would be another story.
Skinner finished eating then rinsed his plate before putting it into the dishwasher. He headed into the living room and stopped in his tracks at the sight of his lover's beautiful naked body stretched out in front of the blazing fire. Mulder lay on his side with his back to Skinner. He had an arm tucked under his head and one leg bent up toward his chest, the other leg was straight, and his pose said 'fuck me'. The warm glow of the fire emphasized the elegant curves of his body: the long graceful curve of his back, his firm runner's ass, and long lean legs that ended in perfect shaped feet.
Skinner walked over and stared down at his lover feeling the heat from the fireplace against the front of his body. He reached down and peeled the pants down his muscular legs releasing his hard cock. Mulder glanced up at him licking his lips in anticipation and ran a hand over his body caressing himself from his nipples down to his groin. Skinner sank down onto his knees removing Mulder's hand and replacing it with his own, he placed a knee between his lover's parted legs feeling the warm skin against his thigh. His hard erection brushed Mulder's hip as he bent over him to claim his mouth in a long exploring kiss.
They moaned into each other's mouths, their shared passion burned as hot as the fire before them. Breaking the kiss, Skinner laid down, spooning his length against his lover's back, putting his leg on top of Mulder's and pressing his cock into the crack of the younger man's ass as he bent over Mulder claiming his mouth again. He broke the kiss and lay cheek-to-cheek with Mulder staring into the flames as his hand stroked over his lover's chest. He brushed his fingernails against Mulder's nipples, scraping and rubbing them, never taking his eyes off the fire or lifting his cheek as he heard his lover moan with arousal and arched back against him.
Skinner moved his hand down rubbing his lover's flat abs he caressed over Mulder's bellybutton feeling his soft pubic hair that trailed down to his fully erect cock. He took considerable pleasure in holding and stroking him. Feeling the hard length of him in his hand, Mulder was slightly larger than he was, and he wanted to feel Mulder's cock possessing his body, but he hadn't been able to give that part of himself to his lover, yet. Soon . . . he kept promising himself.
"Walter, please . . ." Mulder moaned, pushing back against him.
"Lube," Skinner commanded, knowing only one word would suffice. Upstairs in the bedroom, the bedside table drawer opened on its own and a small bottle of lubricant floated out and headed down the stairs, and it dropped into Skinner's waiting hand.
Mulder started to chuckle. "Lube. God, Walter, why don't you put your powers to some real productive use like getting me some Chinese takeout. I haven't had moo shu pork in over ten months," he quipped.
"If you're really good, I'll consider it," Skinner murmured, letting his hand stroke and caress Mulder's ass. His nose nuzzled behind his lover's ear breathing in his pleasant scent as he sucked on his lobe, nipping it gently.
Mulder sighed happily when Skinner's lubed finger finally slipped into him. He arched his neck back, allowing his lover to suck on his long graceful throat. He reached a hand up to hold Skinner's mouth in place, wanting him to leave his mark on him, but knowing it wouldn't last longer than a few hours. "Oh, please," he begged.
Skinner slipped another finger into him and proceeded to stretch him, driving him insane with desire as he purposely brushed against his prostate. The older man's other hand reached over his hip and stroked his hard, weeping cock, spreading pre-ejaculate over its velvet length. Mulder turned his head and captured the older man's mouth in a deep passionate kiss.
Skinner removed his fingers from the younger man's ass and replaced them with his cock and pushed in. Mulder was too distracted by his lover's hand caressing and stroking him that he didn't notice until the bulbous head popped inside him. He gasped into Skinner's mouth at the initial pain then pushed back to welcome more of his lover's penis into his body.
Skinner eased his cock slowly in until it was fully imbedded in his lover's beautiful body, he felt his heavy balls come to rest against those of his lover. "Fox, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone before in my life." He hugged Mulder close against his chest not wanting to break contact by moving, yet. He enjoyed the hot silky feeling of being sheathed in his lover's warm body as he buried his nose in the younger man's thick hair breathing in his sweet musky scent.
Mulder placed his hands over Skinner's enjoying the warmth of his lover's naked length covering his whole body. He loved feeling Skinner's heart beating against his back and his hot breath against his neck as the older man's cock throbbed deep within him. He had never been this close to, or trusting of, anyone before in his life.
"Walter, I love you," Mulder confessed for the very first time.
Skinner paused as he licked behind his lover's ear, not sure if he heard him correctly. "Fox, would you please repeat that."
Mulder turned his head as Skinner shifted and leaned to rest a hand on the floor to support his weight, so that they could look into each other's eyes. "I love you," Mulder whispered softly.
Skinner smiled happily and sealed his lips over Mulder's, kissing him passionately. He was overcome with joy; those three words made him the happiest man alive. He had never expected to hear those words from Fox Mulder's lips.
"Mm, Walter, I don't want to interrupt our Kodak moment, but can we move a little." Mulder pushed his ass back indicating to his lover that he was ready.
"Anything for you, Lover," he murmured and pulled his cock out part way then slowly pushed it back in. He slowly increased the length and speed of his thrusts. Mulder pushed back matching the rhythm he had set as sweat glistened and dripped off their bodies. The light from the fire danced over their entwined bodies as they moved in sync with each other. The crackling and popping sounds coming from the fireplace offset the sound of their flesh slapping together each time Skinner drove his thrust home. Skinner reached a hand over Mulder's hip and proceeded to stroke him in time with his thrusts.
The pressure from his lover's thick cock opening and filling him became too much for Mulder and he came hard into Skinner's stroking hand spurting onto his own chest and belly. His rectal muscles contracted around the older man's cock slowing his thrusting down briefly. Skinner increased the speed and force of his thrusts after his lover's orgasm died down, desperately wanting to join him.
Mulder lay quietly sated enjoying the feel of Skinner thrusting into his placid body. The long strokes went deep into his rectum opening and stretching him, he felt his anal muscles clenching around the hard cock with each in and out thrust. Each time his lover's cock bumped against his prostate it sent renewed shivers through him.
Skinner finally felt his balls tightening and creeping up as he thrust in one last time and poured out his passion into his lover's body. Mulder moaned when he felt Skinner's hot release shooting into him and he tightened his anal muscles making his older lover cry out with pleasure.
Skinner collapsed and took a few moments to recapture his breath before gently pulling out of his lover's body. He turned Mulder over so he lay on his back underneath him and proceeded to devour his mouth starting with that irresistible pouty lower lip. His young lover wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders and returned the kiss. They spent the next hour petting, kissing, and touching every part of each other until exhausted, they fell asleep curled together in a warm embrace in front the fireplace.
***
Viva Towers
Saturday, December 12
6:20 p.m.It had been two weeks since he had started the caretaker's job and Krycek was bored out of his mind. The only highlight to his day was when Mulder came down to visit or to workout with him. They had started swimming laps together, pacing each other. Being so close to him, and seeing that beautiful body without being allowed to touch him was driving Krycek crazy. He wanted more than just Mulder's friendship. He planned on having a talk with Fox when he saw him tonight and lay out his feeling for him.
There was a sharp knock at his door, and Mulder walked in. Krycek smiled at him. "Fox, you're early."
"Walter brought home his yearly budget to do over the weekend, I thought it was a good time to escape before he drafted me into helping." Mulder walked into the kitchen and placed the large bag he was carrying on the counter. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No. What did you bring?" Krycek questioned, looking over his shoulder. "Please, tell me that's what I think it is!"
"Yep, authentic Chinese takeout, we have kung po shrimp, spring rolls, sesame chicken, beef with broccoli, dim sum, and fried rice." Mulder listed off as he pulled each of the white takeout containers from the bag.
Krycek grinned happily, it had been a long time since he had Chinese takeout, and he knew how hard it was to get. "Let's eat in the living room, we can put on the movie I picked up."
They carried the containers into the living room and put them down on the coffee table. Krycek pulled apart one of the pairs of wooden chopsticks as he turned on the TV and slide the video in the VCR. They sat on the sofa not bothering to get plates, they just passed the cartons back and forth, while laughing and joking their way through 'MST3000 the Movie.'
Mulder enjoyed Krycek's company, they were close to the same age and both had been through hell and back over the last six years. They had seen and experienced things that would have broken lesser men.
When the movie was over they leaned back on the sofa still joking over different parts of the movie. Krycek decided there was no time like the present, to tell Mulder how he felt about him. "Fox, I need to tell you something." He turned to face him leaning over he pulled Mulder's hand into his lap. "I've been in love with you for a long time and I would like you to come back to Russia with me."
Mulder looked sadly into his eyes. "I can't, Alex. I'm in love with Walter. I'm sorry."
"There's no reason to be sorry, but for the life of me I can't see what you see in Walter Skinner. Fox, I'm not about to give up, I've wanted you for far too long to let you go easily, and I know you want me, too. I'm willing to wait . . . forever if need be, because like you, I'm also an immortal and time means nothing." Krycek had no intention of waiting that long, but it sounded good. Now he just had to trick Skinner into exposing his part in the conspiracy in front of Mulder.
"You don't understand, Alex. I need Walter he has always been there for me * protected me* *supported me* *believed in me* and *loved me* when no one else did. Not even Scully. You'll be wasting your time waiting for me. I will never leave Walter!" There was so much loyalty and conviction in Mulder's eyes it almost made Krycek change his mind about exposing Skinner's past to him. It was bound to seriously hurt him, but it would drive Mulder into his arms and that was what mattered most.
"I'm sorry, Fox, I know he means a lot to you. I won't come between you and Skinner. I'll be leaving soon, but I want you to know if you ever change your mind, I'll always be waiting for you." Krycek leaned in and softly kissed Mulder on the lips.
Mulder was sad, he had never had many friends and he had started to consider Krycek one. Now he was leaving and he'd probably never see him again. "I wish you didn't have to leave, Alex. I'm going to miss you."
"It's for the best, Fox, it's too hard for me to be around you and not be able to touch you the way I want." Krycek walked over and turned off the TV keeping his back to Mulder.
"Alex, I better leave now." Mulder went dejectedly out the door and headed toward the elevator. He rode up to his floor with an empty feeling inside, every time he got close to someone they left or betrayed him. Except Walter, he knew he could always rely on Walter to be there for him. He wondered what Krycek had meant by saying he was also an immortal, was it possible that men with the sorcerer mutation had immortality, too?
Krycek looked at the closed door to his apartment and licked his lips remembering Mulder's taste. He had to act fast. After reading Mulder's thoughts during the last two weeks, he discovered Skinner had picked up the sorcerer strain of the mutation, and that Mulder was helping Skinner practice using his new abilities. It was only a matter of time before Skinner became as good as he was. He had to get Mulder away from him before that happened.
***
Viva Towers
Saturday, December 19
10:30 a.m.Mulder had gotten a late start on the morning; he didn't arrive until late last night from his first out of town assignment. He needed a refreshing swim. When he walked into the pool area, he was surprised to see the pool full of screaming kids. So much for a quiet morning swim. Skinner was lifting weights in the exercise room, so he decided to join him instead.
Alex Krycek walked purposefully into the exercise room, his bags were packed and in the car, it had a full tank of gas, and he had checked the car tires. Now all that remained was to collect Mulder.
The only person in the room was Walter Skinner dressed in shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. His muscular biceps bulged and strained as he effortlessly lifted the hundred and fifty pound weights on the bench press. Sweat stuck his shirt to his body showing off his well toned chest and flat, hard stomach.
"Skinner." Skinner glared over at Krycek as he set the weights down.
"What is it, Krycek."
"I just wanted you to know that I was leaving, and to congratulate you on the excellent snow job you've preformed on Mulder. He seriously thinks you really care about him." Krycek watched as Skinner's face reddened with rage.
"What are you getting at, Krycek? You know I love Fox, you're up to something and I want to know what it is."
"No. I'm not up to anything. I'm genuinely amazed that you have been able to fool him for all these years. What do you think he would say if he knew it was you, who recommended Scully's abduction or that it was you, who shot his father through the bathroom window."
Mulder stood unseen and frozen in the doorway, he had only heard Krycek's last sentence. He felt the floor dropping out from under his feet and held onto the door to keep from falling as he waited with trepidation for Skinner's response to Krycek's accusations.
"Killing that SOB was necessary and I have absolutely no regrets about it! Now, I suggest you get your butt out of here, Krycek!" No, he wasn't sorry about putting a bullet through Bill Mulder's head. He had read all the reports on how the man had abused his son over the years. The broken leg, dislocated shoulder, fractured ribs, concussion, and all the bumps and bruises, not to mention the mental anguish. He did regret his involvement in Scully's abduction and had tried to make amends by reselling himself to them for the cure to her cancer.
He heard a soft gasp from the doorway and turned to see Mulder standing there with look of pure misery on his beautiful face. "How could you do this to me? Was it all lies?" Mulder was shaking as he stepped into the room waiting for Skinner to answer him.
Skinner tried to rise off the bench, but he found himself unable to move an inch. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"So, you don't deny it!" Mulder glared at him with red-rimmed eyes filled with hate and pain.
"Fox, I'm leaving in a few minutes, if you want, you can come with me. Why don't you go upstairs and pack your bags and bring them down to my car and I'll meet you there." Krycek only had to push Mulder a little to get him to move and do what he wanted.
Mulder fled the room in a rage, avoiding the elevator he ran up the seventeen flights to the condo. Once inside, he went about gathering his things. He tried to keep his mind blank not wanting to breakdown, he could do that later when he was away from here. His hands were shaking as he threw his clothes into his suitcases. His heart was breaking as his whole world shattered around him and a solitary tear made its way silently down his cheek.
***
Skinner looked at Krycek with pure hatred. He was still unable to move or speak.
Krycek stood in front of him and smiled. "Don't worry about Fox, I'll take good care of him. I'll even see that he gets over you, which shouldn't be too hard, now that he despises you. Too bad you didn't have more practice, you might have been able to break the hold I have on you." Krycek patted his cheek, he waited until he felt Mulder at his car, before he turned around and left the room. He retained the control he had over Skinner, it wouldn't do for him to break free too soon and follow them.
Mulder was sitting quietly on the passenger side when he climbed into the car. He hurriedly started it and drove out of the garage. He had until nightfall to put as much distance between Mulder and Skinner as possible. It wouldn't be good if Skinner had a chance to mind-link with Mulder.
He would drive back to Miami and take the boat back to Cuba then they would get on the first flight to Russia.
"Alex, I need to talk to Scully . . . would you please head for Boulder,
Colorado?" Mulder murmured softly, he had taken the time to put on a pair of black jeans and was wearing his black leather jacket. He huddled against the car door, hugging himself around his ribs, looking extremely pale in the bright sunlight.
"Fox, I think it would be better if we left the country for a while, you need to get away from here. Skinner has become obsessed with you and he will try to force you to return to him."
Mulder looked at him with anguished eyes. "If you won't take me there, then I'll find my own way. Let me out at the corner."
"No. I'll take you, but I thought you weren't allowed to see her. Weren't they only letting family members in?" Damn, he wanted to get the hell out of this country.
"I'll get in . . . just get me there, please."
***
When Skinner regained control over his body, he immediately raced down to the underground garage . . . there was no sign of his lover. He felt the room spinning and found himself sliding down onto the cold cement floor, his stomach was doing flips, and he leaned over and vomited. He tried desperately to reach out with his mind to contact Mulder, but he couldn't reach him, he was already out of range. "Damn you, Krycek!" he moaned, wiping tears from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt.
***