Title: What Ever Gets You Through the Night
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@aol.com
Fandom:  X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Mulder
Warnings: Explicit sexual content between two men. If you are
offended by such things this is not a story for you. Turn back now.
Bondage games.
Rating: NC17
Date: 12/6/00
Archive: DitB, Slashing Mulder. Others just let me know please.
Disclaimer: The characters of  Skinner and Mulder, and the X-Files
belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No
copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: Skinner and Mulder consummate their relationship.
NOTE: For Our List Domme hope this makes you smile. Thank you John
Lennon where ever you are I still grieve for thee.


I stood in the doorway looking at him lying as I had left him a
couple of hours ago. Chained to my bed, with a blanket pulled up over
him to keep him warm. I watched him sleep, and remembered the night
this had started. It's been six months since the first time I had
him.

He came to my place on a Friday night, with a gym bag in his hand. He
dropped it just inside my door, and said he had something to talk to
me about.

"I'm not sure how to ask you this. Could I have a drink?"

"What would you like?"

"Do you have tequila?"

"Yeah. You want a lime and salt?"

"Sure, if you have them."

I went into the kitchen, cut up a lime, got the salt. I came back
with two shot glasses, and set up on the coffee table. I had the
feeling I would need a drink, too. By the time he had spit out what
he came to say, I needed the bottle and he was buzzed.

"You want me to what? Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"I need this, and I don't have anyone I can trust but you. I had
someone since college that took care of this for me. He died a few
weeks ago. No, it wasn't Aids. We always used condoms and even a
spermicide. Look, I know you're straight so you could just use one of
these."

He started pulling items out of the bag he brought with him. First
were the fleece lined cuffs. The chains to secure them to the bed
followed. Then he laid out an assortment of toys. Dildos of various
sizes, including one that was so big it would probably rip him open.
Two butt plugs, one that was thick and solid, one that could be
filled with liquid to make it cold or hot. He even had a nightstick.

I looked at his array of items and realized my cock was definitely
interested even if my mind was saying no way. How I had responded to
him had nothing to do with what my body wanted. Hell, I've wanted him
since the first time I saw him. I know I project this macho straight
image but I've known since Nam that I like to stick my cock up a
man's ass as much as I like pussy. Being bisexual isn't easy in our
society so I opted for ignoring that side of my nature.

"So, let me get this straight. Since college, you have had a male
lover who chained you, and fucked you until he couldn't get it up or
you used a code to stop him. When he wasn't fucking you, he left you
chained to the bed. Now he's gone and you want me to take over where
he left off. What if I say no?"

"I guess I'll take a chance on one of the clubs around town. That
will at least relieve some of my stress and I can maybe run an ad or
something. I came to you because I trust you, I'm attracted to you,
and I thought you might do it out of friendship."

"I don't fuck my friends."

He started loading the things he'd brought back into the bag.

"I'm sorry I bothered you, Sir. Please, just forget I was here."

"You're going to walk out that door and go pick up a stranger at some
club? Now I know you've lost your mind. Clubs might have worked for
you years ago but you can't chance that now. If they found out, they
would ruin you."

He wouldn't look at me. Just kept putting the things back in the bag.
I watched him get up and walk to the door and knew that I couldn't
let him risk himself that way.

"What's the code word?"

He stopped, with his hand on the doorknob, but didn't turn around.

"I always used his middle name."

"Mine is Sergei. Go upstairs and get ready. How long do you need?"

"Would you give me about forty-five minutes? I'd like to shower
first."

"Sure. I'll come up then."

That had to have been the longest forty-five minutes of my life. I
debated with myself while I waited. I finally came to the conclusion
that it would be a one shot deal. So, I was going to enjoy myself.
The toys would not get used. Who needs toys when you have a hard cock
that is more than willing to go where invited?

Forty-four minutes later I started up the stairs. He was sitting on
my bed naked, his hair still damp from the shower fastening one of
the cuffs around his wrist. He looked up at me and shrugged.

"It's difficult to do one handed."

I moved toward him, finished with that cuff then quickly attached the
other one. He scooted to the middle of the bed and lay down, lifting
his arms up toward the chains that were hanging from the bedposts . I
clipped one cuff to the chain and then moved around the bed to fasten
the other.

As I walked around the bed, I saw his toys laid out carefully on a
towel on my dresser. There were a couple of additional items that he
hadn't taken out downstairs. I picked up the riding crop and turned
toward him.

"You didn't say anything about pain, Mulder."

"I know. I keep it in the bag and it's just habit to lay out
everything. Brandon didn't use it often but it was part of the
fantasy. Considering all the problems I've caused you over the years,
I thought you might want to punish me. I even trust you to do that to
me."

"Maybe some other time."

I put the crop down next to the paddle where I had found it. Then I
looked over the other items. Acting as though I was considering which
to use. I picked up the largest dildo, and heard his gasp. Then I put
it down.

I turned and walked to the foot of the bed, making sure he had a good
view, and began to unbutton my shirt. I took my time and watched as
his eyes opened wide, as his tongue slipped out to wet his dry lips.
Once my shirt was out of the way, I ran my hands down my chest to my
waist and was pleased to see his cock start to harden.

I continued to watch his face as I opened the button and unzipped my
pants. I didn't think his eyes could get any wider but, when I pushed
my pants down past my erection, they almost popped out of his head. I
was gratified to see that he was now fully erect as well.

"Is it anything like you expected?"

"I wasn't expecting to see you naked. I thought you would stay
dressed. Are you going to.."

His words trailed off, but I got the point of what he was trying to
ask.

"Well, Mulder, I decided that if I was going to do this, I might as
well get something out of it as well. Have you changed your mind?"

"No."

I waited to see if he would say more but the single word was all he
said. Until later, after I was inside him.

I went back to the dresser and picked up the tube of lube that was
lying next to the toys. Sitting on the bed next to him I squeezed a
generous amount onto my fingers. He shifted slightly and raised the
leg nearest me to give me access. As soon as my fingers slipped
inside him, I knew he was used to being penetrated. His muscles
relaxed and my big fingers were in. I'm not saying he was too loose.
On the contrary, as soon as my fingers were in he tightened down on
them. He just knew how to relax and get ready.

I worked my fingers in and out of him, making sure that it wasn't a
fluke, that he was ready for me. Then I reached into the drawer by my
bed, and pulled out my own box of condoms. I stood up next to the
bed,  turned so he could watch as I rolled the condom down over my
cock.

His breathing took on a delightful ragged sound, and I smiled to
myself. This was going to be better than any wet dream I had ever had
about him. Better than the waking fantasies. Here he was, laid out,
naked, and chained for me to use. I intended to use him well, and for
as long as he would let me.

I quickly coated my cock with lube. I moved onto the bed between his
legs, pushing a couple of pillows under his hips to get a better
angle. I noticed him watching my every move, a small bemused smile on
his face.

I took my time entering him, watching his eyes. I have no false
modesty. I'm what's known as hung. That's how I discovered I like
men. I went to Nam almost a virgin. I had been with a hooker a couple
of times during boot camp, that's all. You might not believe this but
I was shy. I hadn't yet developed that hard glare or the growl in my
voice. I was just a kid who thought he was going to save the world,
at least the little part that his Government had sent him to fight
for.

In Nam, when we got leave, we did what all red-blooded boys far from
home do during war. We went looking for booze, drugs and pussy. The
pussy I found was afraid of me and took me to someone she said would
take good care of me. He took care of me all right. Such good care
that I gave him all the money I had when my leave was over. I saw him
every time I had leave. He taught me the pleasures to be found in a
man's tight ass and hot mouth. Once I was home, I arranged to sponsor
him. He lives in California now and I get cards twice a year, my
birthday and Christmas. We've never seen each other in all these
years. What we had was in country and had no place back here in the
world.

As I watched Mulder's eyes, I saw the slight surprise as I pressed
deeper inside him. When I bottomed out, he made a low moaning sound.

"You ok, Mulder?"

"Yeah, god! you're big. I mean I could see that but since I've been
doing this since I was sixteen, I didn't think I would feel quite
this full."

"You want me to stop? Say the word and I will, Mulder."

"No, it doesn't hurt. I'll adjust." He smiled at me. That slow lazy
smile that I had seen only a few times before. He's so goddamn
beautiful when he smiles like that.

Since he wasn't asking me to stop, I began to move in him, finding a
rhythm that pleased me and that I hoped would allow him to adjust to
me. I managed to keep to that rhythm until he began making little
keening noises, alternating with a chant of "Please! Harder!" at me.
I slid one hand up under his hips, used the other to stroke his cock
and tried to give him what he wanted. He came hard in my hand, crying
my name. His ass locked down on me and I came more explosively than I
had in some time.

"God! Mulder."

I rolled sideways so I wouldn't smother him and tried to fill lungs
that were much too small. I heard him panting beside me. Once I could
breathe again, I got a washcloth and cleaned the sweat and come off
his body. He smiled up at me again.

"Think I'll take a nap if that's ok. Just wake me when you're ready
to go again."

"Ok, Mulder." I pulled the blanket up over him and he smiled his
thanks. As I got to the door, I heard his sleepy voice.

"Walter, I let people who fuck me call me Fox."

I smiled but didn't turn around.

"Have a good nap, Fox."

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Now I finally came to a conclusion. Something had to change. He had
been coming to me at least twice a month since that first time. The
VCU cases brought him every night for a least a week after they
ended. He had never stayed this long before. He came here Friday and
now it was Sunday. The next day was a holiday so no work to go to. He
had been chained to the bed except for the times we ate and he
showered.

This was the nature of what he had asked of me, what I had agreed to,
those months ago. I needed something more now. I'd fallen in love
with him and I hoped he felt the same way.

I stood and watched him sleep for a few minutes then moved toward the
bed. I was hard and wanting him again. Sitting next to him I brushed
his hair back off his forehead. His eyes fluttered open and his lazy
smile lit his face.

"Hey."

"Hey."

He raised his head and looked down toward my crotch.

"Guess you are ready again? Walter, didn't they tell you that a man
should hit his sexual peak at eighteen or nineteen not at forty-
eight?"

"They told me, but they forgot to tell Walter Jr."

"Walter Jr.?"

"Would you rather I use something pretentious like Alexander the
Great?"

"No. Walter Jr. works."

"Do you need to pee first?"

"Yeah, I'd better."

I reached over to the nightstand, picked up the urinal and held his
cock while he peed. I felt awkward the first time I did this for him.
Now, it was just an intimate act we shared. When he had finished I
went to empty it and wash it out. Coming back to the bedroom, I sat
next to him again.

"Fox, are you having sex with anyone else? I've been thinking that
it's been over six months and, if you aren't, we should get tested.
We could save a fortune on condoms."

I couldn't read the expression on his face. I expected *Sergei* to be
the next word from his mouth.

"We could go to my doctor on Tuesday. He treats lots of gay and bi
males. He's very discreet."

"Good. You'll arrange it for us then?"

"Sure, Walter, I'll take care of it."

I had made an admission to him. It had been hard for me to do, but
the first step had been taken. He had made an admission to me as
well. Why do men have to dance around things? Guess that doesn't
really matter. We both now knew that we weren't out bed hopping all
over D.C. That, for the last six months, there had been no one else
in my bed or his.

I reached out and began to stroke him gently. Leaning down, watching
his eyes for any sign of rejection, I covered his lips with mine. His
mouth opened to me, letting me enter his body in a way I hadn't
before. I explored ever inch, savoring his taste. When I raised up,
he smiled at me so tenderly.

"Sergei."

I went still, wondering how I had blown it. I reached up to the cuffs
setting him free, and as I turned to get up, his hand slipped up over
my shoulder.

"Where are you going, Walter?"

"No where, just moving so you can get up."

"Why, we gonna do it somewhere besides the bed?"

I turned to look at him, my mouth dropping open. Guess he saw that as
an invitation. His mouth covered mine and his tongue explored me. I
moaned into his mouth.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting you to kiss me."

"Why didn't you just ask me, Fox?"

"I couldn't. I set the boundaries of this game. If they were going to
change it had to be because you wanted more. I know I'm no bargain. I
cause you a lot of grief."

"You also give me more pleasure than anyone else in my life."

"Do I?" His voice sounded shy, like a child given something they
never expected to have.

"Yes, Fox, you do. Why do you think I keep letting you come here? Why
do you think I let you stay that first night?"

"God, I was so nervous that night. I figured you'd kick my ass all
the way out to the street and have me transferred to Alaska. Then,
when you told me your middle name, I was even more nervous. I figured
that you would use one of the toys on me. I never expected to have
you inside me."

"I never expected to be there. I fantasized about it a lot. There
were times you would leave my office and I'd go in the bathroom and
jerk off. I couldn't ask you, Fox. I always figured you and Scully
were together. That night, my cock got hard as soon as you told me
why you were here. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you."

"Really?" Again that shy look.

"Really."

"Then come show me how much you want me. Do all the things I've been
dreaming of you doing. All the things I've wanted to beg you to do to
me. You can start with another one of those kisses. Good thing Kim
doesn't know how you kiss or she would make you pay her with them."

His voice was light and teasing but his eyes were filled with lust. I
pushed him back down on the bed and lay next to him. Now that I felt
free to touch him any way I wanted, I was almost paralyzed with
indecision on where to start. He helped me out by pulling me down
into a kiss.

I decided that kissing was definitely a good place to start. I
trailed a line of kisses along his jaw line, from there down his
throat, then down farther to suck one of his nipples into my mouth.
He groaned so sweetly that I decided to try the other one. A louder
moan met this effort. Oh yeah! Had to remember that the right nipple
was more sensitive.

As I worked my way down his body, the moans got louder. His body was
arching up toward my mouth. When my mouth closed over his cock, he
whimpered, "Please!"

I raised my head, letting his cock slip out of my mouth, "Please
what, Fox?"

He raised up, and positively growled at me, "Suck me."

"Oh, so demanding." I laughed as he grabbed me by the ears and pulled
me back toward his cock. After six months of having him passive as I
fucked him, this was a definite change for the better. Now don't
think that means that I don't enjoy having him helpless under me,
because I do. It's a real turn on the have someone chained and
awaiting your pleasure. A turn on that you are trusted so completely.
I'll still want to fuck him that way some times.

His moans and jerky hip movements let me know he was close. I didn't
care, it was well worth letting him come too quick for the joy of
tasting him for the first time. I sucked him deeper into my mouth,
hollowed out my cheeks to get suction and swallowed as he shot down
my throat. I lay with my head on his thigh, letting him soften in my
mouth, rubbing my tongue softly against the underside of his cock.
His hand caressed my head as his breathing slowed to normal.

"God, Walter, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Grabbing you like that. Coming in your mouth without warning you.
Just generally being rude." He sounded shy again.

I moved so that I was between his legs, my hard cock resting against
his soft one. I leaned down to kiss him, getting a startled response.

"I wanted to taste you. After six months of using you, it was nice to
have you *grab* me. I hope you will *grab* me on a regular basis. I
think it's time you did some of the work, don't you?" I smiled to let
him know I was teasing.

He grinned back at me and wiggled against me.

"Well, big boy, if I'm supposed to be doing the work, you should let
me get on top for a change."

"You're right, I should."

I moved off him and reached to unfasten the cuffs that were around
his wrists. Then I held them out to him and offered my wrist. His
eyes got huge, and his head began to shake.

"No, Walter. That's not what I meant. I need to be submissive
sometimes but I don't want you that way.  I've never topped anyone. I
don't think I can do that, especially not to you. I like you topping
me."

"You're confusing me, Fox. First you say I should let you get on top,
now you say you've never topped."

"I'm sorry. What I meant is I want to suck you off. I want to kiss
you, caress you, and arouse you. I can't imagine you being topped. It
just seems wrong somehow."

"To be truthful, I never have been. You're the only one I've even
considered letting do that to me. I want us to have more than just
sex, Fox. Ah! Fuck, I'm not good at emotions. What I'm trying to say
in my own stupid way is I love you and I hope you'll someday learn to
love me."

His voice was very soft as he answered, "I've been in love with you
for years. I just couldn't do anything about it while Brandon was
alive."

There was something here that I couldn't quite get. Something he
wasn't saying.

"You loved him. It was a long-term relationship. Must have been
confusing as hell to be attracted to me."

"No, that's not it. I wasn't confused at all. I knew what I wanted
but knew I'd never have it. He wouldn't have let me go. If I had
acted on what I felt for you, if he had found out about it, I would
have been punished." His head down his voice low.

"Fox, are you saying that he abused you?" I reached to touch him to
try to raise his head, but he pulled back from me, and rolled to the
other side of the bed.

"Guess I'd better go now. Now that you know what a sick fuck I am,
you probably don't want me around. Thanks for ...everything..you
know, helping me after the VCU cases and ...Ah, I really enjoyed what
you did to me earlier when you let me..."

By this time he had picked up his pants and was trying to pull them
on. He jumped when my hand closed over his arm. I pulled him around
to face me.

"Fox, look at me."

His head raised and I saw the tears shining in his eyes. I pulled him
close to me, wrapping my arms securely around his trembling body.

"You're not sick, Fox. The man who treated you that way was sick. I'm
sorry that happened to you. You do know that I won't ever *punish*
you. I just want to make love to you."

His head came up, he looked at me with a combination of surprise and
pleasure.

"You still want me?"

"Of course I do. Didn't you hear me say I love you?"

His arms wrapped around me as his lips found mine. I'd never been so
thoroughly kissed.

"Make love to me, Walter. I really need you."

I led him back to the bed and lay next to him. I took my time.
Kissing him, stroking him, making him ready for me. I waited to enter
him until he was writhing under me. I slid inside him in one long
continuous move. I was rewarded with a whimper.

"Love me, Walter. Please. Don't ever stop loving me."

"Never, my love."

I felt him tighten around me as he began to shoot. His come hitting
my chest, his eyes naked, letting me see his soul. The sight pushed
me over the edge. I pulled him into my arms to kiss him, my own
climax barely noticed as I reveled in the joy of him being mine.

I held him close until our shaking stopped and we were breathing
normally again. Then I led him to the shower and bathed us both. That
night we both slept with only happy dreams of our future.

I woke in the morning to the wonderful feeling of Fox wrapped around
me.


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