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Disclaimers: All of the characters mentioned in this story are the official and legal property of someone other than myself. If the owners find out I'm writing stories about them they're going to be really mad and I'm going to have to apologize and swear that I'm not making money off of this venture, which I'm not. Everyone in the story is the property of Ten Thirteen Productions.

Other: I should probably apologize to whomever owns the Elliot Ness character.

Other: Christy was nice enough to give this one a quick beta, for which I am very appreciative since she found a number mistakes in it. But everything that's leftover has got to be blamed on me.

Author: annezo @ fastmail . fm

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ON CUE

"So, what do you think?" Mulder filched the last piece of warm bread from the basket in the center of the table.

"No."

"Great," Mulder nodded. "Tonight, then?"

"I said, no," Walter said more firmly.

"You always say 'no'," Mulder dismissed. "That's not a response, that's a reflex."

"Don't you have enough problems?"

"What? Thousands of people try it every day."

"If thousands of people jump off a cliff, are you going to try it, too?" It was weak but, it was all he could think of.

"Stop trying to change the subject."

"The subject is closed."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you meant it."

Walter frowned his lover into momentary silence and thanked the waiter briefly for the refill on the freshly baked bread.

"Stop worrying about the waiter," Mulder reproved. "No one from your social circle would be caught dead in a place this far from town. And, I don't say so. The subject isn't closed until I say it is."

"Fine. You can sit there and talk to yourself for a while. God knows you must be used to doing that."

Mulder pushed back his plate and leaned his elbows on the table. "You're not exactly open to new experiences, are you?"

"Why are your new experiences usually things that would frighten any normal person?"

"I was at the dentist's office yesterday."

"I should have known."

"This article I read said you have to work to keep the magic in your relationship. Be adventurous. Made sense to me."

"Agent Mulder, I would think you get enough of being beaten up on the job." Walter drank some of the really bad coffee he had just been served. "I also think you spend too damned much time at the dentist's office. Is there something I should know?"

"I don't think you quite understand what I'm getting at here. Let me explain it again."

"Knock it off, Mulder"

"Just try it. If you hate it, we can stop, I promise."

"I already hate it and we haven't started."

"Walter."

"Yes?"

"I'm serious about this. I want to try it. If you won't cooperate, I'll . . . ."

"What? Find someone who will?" Walter challenged.

"I didn't say that."

"It was clearly implied. Have you thought about putting an ad in the paper?"

"I understand that's a very successful avenue for meeting new people."

"When we pull your broken, bleeding body out of the river, I'll remind you that you said that."

"I was kidding. Let's do it tonight."

"I haven't agreed to do it at all yet."

"We both know you're going to. No time like the present. Finish your coffee and let's get out of here."

Mulder was cheerful on the drive back to Walter's apartment. "I know exactly what I want."

Too cheerful to please his irritated lover. "Why doesn't that surprise me? Should I get an independent medical opinion?"

"Don't get carried away. A little light bondage, that's all I'm talking about."

"The last time I put you in handcuffs you sulked for two days."

"I don't sulk and I still think that was uncalled for."

"I didn't think so," Walter said smugly

"You can't handcuff me every time we have a disagreement, Walter."

"I don't know why not. It's working so far."

"Most people talk about their disagreements," Mulder said bitterly. "This is the nineties. All over the country men are having civilized, rational discussions with each other. What do I get? Elliot Ness with an attitude."

"Your position would be more convincing if you hadn't spent the past hour trying to talk me into tying you up and abusing your helpless body."

"Not abusing, exactly. Just…you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"What would that be?"

"Enough. I want to try it and we're going to try it. Just make up your mind to enjoy yourself."

"I thought you wanted to negotiate? Be civilized. Discuss things."

"I'm adopting your Cro-Magnon approach to life."

"Interesting tactic, considering that you may be about to be tied up and at my mercy. I believe if I were in your position, I'd be a little more inclined to conciliation, Mulder."

"You're not going to scare me out of this. Come on, doesn't the idea turn you on at all?"

"Not particularly." Walter parked the car and they headed toward the elevator. By unspoken agreement, they maintained silence until they reached his condo.

"You're lying. Back to that handcuff thing...you're telling me you don't actually enjoy handcuffing me to the bed during sex?"

"I think of that more as a tactical move. If you'd try to pay more attention and quit breaking out into lectures of the effects of musical theatre on contemporary society or the odds of random telepathic contact between members of different species, I wouldn't have to resort to force."

"If that were really true, you'd gag me, too," Mulder pointed out reasonably.

"Don't think the idea hasn't occurred to me. Frequently."

Mulder shrugged. "Some people like conversation during sex, some don't."

"Most people who like to talk during sex, Agent Mulder, confine themselves to talking about sex. I doubt there are many people in the world who would be willing to vouch for the aphrodisiac qualities of a lecture on genetic mutations during coitus."

"I like to think of my approach to sex as being rather eclectic."

"You can call it that, but it doesn't make the experience any less peculiar."

"So, are you ready to hear what I want you to do yet?"

"Is there any way I can stop you from telling me?"

"Not really. Pay close attention, details are important."

Mulder flipped off the downstairs lights and headed for the stairs, describing his fantasy enthusiastically. Listening to the actual details, Walter was relieved to realize that his lover actually didn't seem to have any extreme plans. In fact, beyond some rather specific ideas about bondage, Mulder didn't seem to have given much thought to the subject.

"Tell me, Mulder. Exactly what do you expect to get out of this experience?"

"It's supposed to be great sex."

"Great how? Be specific." Walter followed him toward the bedroom less reluctantly now that he had a better idea of what Mulder wanted.

"Well," Mulder fumbled for words. "I don't know. The idea is exciting - being helpless like that."

"I might point out that since I outweigh you by a good 30 pounds or more, you've only got a limited number of options even when you aren't restrained."

"I know what I'm doing," Mulder said stubbornly.

"Let me know if you still feel that way at the end of the evening."

"If this is going to work, we're going to need some rope," Mulder said briskly. He started shedding his clothes.

"I think you're going to have to do without that detail," Walter grinned. "Unless you're prepared to explain rope burns to Scully?"

"There won't be anything to explain," Mulder insisted. "I'm not going to be struggling."

"How about handcuffs?" Walter offered. "It would be a lot faster. And simpler."

"Boring," Mulder dismissed. "It's my fantasy and I want rope."

Walter gave in to the inevitable. "I think there's some downstairs."

"Don't take too long." Mulder ignored his lover's bitter stare, humming tunelessly as he piled his clothes on a nearby chair. It was a habit Walter hated but he'd given up trying to change it.

Walter refrained from saying any of the things on the tip of his tongue. He headed out the door, mentally reviewing Mulder's request and trying to decide what else they would need.

Mulder didn't seem to appreciate this thoughtfulness when he returned to the bedroom, giving Walter a decidedly nervous look. "I think you're going farther with this idea than I had in mind. Were you listening to me in the car?"

Walter dropped the large knife on the dresser. "Shut up and lay down."

Mulder hesitated, then seemed to shake himself into the spirit of the occasion. He spread himself out on the large bed and watched his lover through half-closed eyes.

Walter took the oversized utility knife and cut the length of rope into smaller segments, making a mental note to demand that Mulder pay to replace the original coil. He managed to retain his reluctant expression as he loomed over the bed, staring down at his lover's waiting body. He pulled one of Mulder's wrists toward the nearest bedpost and looped the rope around it, tying a quick but very solid knot in the bulky hemp.

"Ummm . . . before this party gets started," Mulder hinted.

"Now what?"

"You could lose the suit."

Silently, Walter kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jacket and dress shirt. Mulder grinned at him smugly until he realized that was as far as Walter intended to go. "Uhhh...."

"Yes?"

"The socks weren't part of the plan, either."

Walter sat on the edge of the bed and removed the offending socks slowly and carefully. Gathering up the discarded clothing, he placed his shoes carefully in the closet, then took the rest of the handful to the bathroom hamper. He moved deliberately, listening with a smile as Mulder's irritated voice followed him from the other room.

"Nothing in the plan included you stopping to clean house and do laundry in the middle of the scene, Walter. Don't you know anything?"

Walter strolled back into the bedroom and fastened Mulder's other wrist to the bedpost, ignoring his lover's continuing grumbles.

He moved to the foot of the bed, watching as Mulder tested the bonds carefully. He had one length of the rope wrapped around Mulder's ankle when Mulder interrupted him again.

"The one on my left wrist is too loose. It's about to fall off."

"Mulder, I don't want to leave marks. Or cut off the circulation."

Mulder set his jaw stubbornly. "I want the ropes tighter, Walter. I have to be fastened down or it won't work.

"What won't work?"

"Never mind. You'll figure it out as we go."

Patiently, Walter checked the rope and tightened it imperceptibly. Mulder was mumbling again, but Walter ignored him and returned to his task, tying one of his lover's ankles to a post at the foot of the bed.

"What kind of knot is that?"

Walter froze. "What's wrong with the knot?" He looked at Mulder suspiciously. "That's as tight as I'm going to make it."

 "It isn't the right kind of knot," Mulder complained.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You should use a half hitch," Mulder lectured. "It can be released by pulling on the loose end. This kind of knot will tighten up if I pull against it."

"I thought you wanted to be securely fastened. You also said you weren't planning a big struggle."

"I'm not going to be lying completely motionless, either," Mulder said irritably. "This isn't some weird necrophelia thing, you know."

"You aren't going to be quiet either, are you? How about a gag?"

"That won't be necessary."

"That may be for me to decide," Walter mumbled. He moved over and finished the last knot, deliberately using the same square knot he'd used on the other restraints.

"You're not doing it right," Mulder sulked.

"How do you know? We haven't done anything yet."

"This entire scene should be much more intense by now."

"What scene? All you wanted was to be tied to the bed."

"I don't think you're really trying."

"At this point, I'm just trying not to lose my temper," Walter said pointedly.

"I've heard that anger is not a good emotion to bring into the bedroom," Mulder answered sanctimoniously.

"I didn't bring it with me. It just sort of came over me during the past few minutes."

"Are you saying this is my fault that this isn't working?" Mulder demanded suspiciously.

"I'm glad to know you understand that, at least."

"I'm the one who knows what's going on. If you can bring yourself to follow a few simple instructions, everything will be fine."

Walter glared, unable to think of a suitable response. Finally, he turned and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going now? We aren't done."

"I am."

"Come on Walter," Mulder coaxed. "You weren't doing that badly. This could still work."

"Right now, it's time for the 11:00 news," Walter said calmly. "I'll see you later."

"You can't leave me here like this."

"Why not?"

"Come on, Walter, don't give me that. You know what I mean."

Walter glanced over his shoulder. "Why don't you take this time to lay there quietly and think about where you went wrong?"

Mulder bit his lip and started to sit up, pulling on the ropes at his wrists. He looked up at the forgotten restraints in surprise. Walter took advantage of his distraction to slip out of the room. He needed a few minutes. He needed a plan.

Mulder's voice followed him into the hallway. "Walter?"

"Done thinking, already?"

"Don't fall down the stairs."

"What?"

"If I have to lay here and wait for the police to come and find your dead body, this is going to be very hard to explain."

"Well, at least they won't be able to pin it on you."

"Some consolation for having to go back to the office and face everyone with this story ringing on their lips."

"Better you than me."

"It can't be you, you're dead at the bottom of the stairs, remember?"

"You're a morbid son-of-a-bitch, aren't you, Mulder?"

"Must be the ropes."

Walter sighed and eased himself down to sit on the top step. He stared down the dark stairwell for a few minutes of blessed silence. From the bedroom around the corner, he heard a theatrical sigh from his bound but unfortunately ungagged lover. Walter ignored the ploy. Another long silence in which he was certain Mulder was doing anything except realizing what had gone wrong with his plan.

"Walter?" Mulder voice was tentative and not very loud.

He ignored the quiet plea, waiting to see what would happen. From the softly-lit room, he could hear Mulder mumbling curses. Walter grinned, listening as Mulder wriggled around on the bed. Thanks to his own insistence, Mulder's restraints really were too tight for him to evade.

An unbroken silence from the bedroom followed that one attempt. Walter knew his lover was certain he would be rescued in a few seconds, but this time Walter was determined to wait him out. He leaned against the wall, smiling to himself.

He pictured Mulder laying in the other room, naked and tied to the bed. Interesting thought even though he was reasonably certain this wasn't going the way Mulder had planned. He didn't care for this kind of scene normally, but something about it being Mulder certainly added a twisted eroticism to the situation.

Standing up quietly, Walter moved over and glanced in the door. Mulder was staring at the ceiling, chewing on his lip and looking slightly put out. In spite of his mental disorder, his body was clearly signaling his continuing interest in the experiment.

"Well, Agent Mulder? Is it everything you hoped for so far?" Walter laughed quietly when Mulder jumped at the sound of his voice.

Mulder glared at him. "Where in the hell were you?"

Walter raised his eyebrows. "Is that any way to talk to the man who has your future in his hands? Not to mention the only person in the world who knows you're trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey in my bedroom? Aren't you afraid of the consequences if you piss me off?"

"Hardly," Mulder scoffed. "You're still the same man who had to be practically forced to try this at all. I don't think you're going to get out of control."

"You never know," Walter pointed out. "A little more stage-managing from you and anything could happen."

Mulder looked guilty. "I was talking too much, right?"

"How did you ever guess?"

"I was just trying to help."

"Really?" Walter smiled maliciously. "I could have sworn you were trying to run things."

"Well, someone had to," Mulder blustered. "You didn't have any idea what to do."

"And upon what do you base that assumption, Mulder?" Walter crossed his arms and gave his lover a forbidding look.

"Come on, Walter, I had to browbeat you into even trying it. Don't try to pass yourself off as an expert at this late date."

"Did it ever occur to you, Mulder, that maybe my disinterest in these kinds of games is based upon experience?"

Mulder looked surprised. "What do you mean?" he asked warily.

"I mean exactly that. I never said I hadn't tried it. I just said I wasn't interested in it. You seem to have jumped to some unwarranted conclusions. Not for the first time, I might add."

"When did you try it?" Mulder looked suspicious. "What did you do?"

"Frequently," Walter told him smoothly. "Practically everything."

"Oh." Mulder looked deflated, then nervous. "Well, obviously this isn't working, anyhow. Untie me."

"Not so fast." Walter started ransacking the bureau, ignoring the evidence of Mulder's quickly fading erection.

"What do you mean?" Mulder stared at him wide-eyed. "Walter?"

"I've heard enough out of you," Walter said coolly. He pulled a handful of black silk out of a bottom drawer and took advantage of the opportunity to gag his lover, gently but thoroughly.

Mulder whined through the fabric, his eyes disbelieving. Walter laid his hand on Mulder's head, stroking the silky hair until he gave in. Walter smiled reassuringly. Eventually Mulder relaxed, his eyes showing a hint of amusement as he understood that his lover intended to play out the rest of the scene in his own way.

Walter stepped back and surveyed his captive possessively. Moving to the head of the bed, he tied another of the silk straps around each of Mulder's wrists, making certain the knots were secure before he loosened the knots in the rope. Mulder's arms were faintly reddened where he had struggled against the restraints in spite of himself. Walter rubbed the marks gently, watching Mulder's embarrassed smile from behind the gag. Moving to the foot of the bed, Walter replaced those ropes with the last two pieces of silk.

"A big improvement," he told the silent Mulder. "No matter how much you think you can lay still," he explained, "some movement is inevitable. I prefer the fabric. It's more comfortable and just as secure."

Mulder, in spite of his earlier insistence on the heavier ropes, looked more than slightly relieved. Apparently his lover's revelation about his experience on the wilder side of sex had shaken him.

"They were uncomfortable, weren't they?" Walter looked at the lengths of rope, then threw them into the corner. "But I don't suppose you ever thought about that," he said thoughtfully, seating himself on the side of the bed.

Mulder made a protesting noise through the gag. Walter ignored him. "That's the trouble with amateurs," he explained. "You probably read about it somewhere and liked the sound of it. Stupid." He grinned smugly at his lover. "There's a big difference between reality and fantasy, Mulder. You need to remember that."

Mulder mumbled desperately through the gag. Walter listened politely, then shook his head. "Sorry, didn't get any of that. Where was I? Oh yes, I remember." He stood up and started stripping out of the rest of his clothes casually.

"It's a question of roles. Top and bottom. When you're bottom, you don't get to call the shots," he said cheerfully.

Mulder continued to mumble and complain through the gag as Walter stretched out next to his disgruntled captive, leaning on one elbow to survey the changed situation with satisfaction. "I see your enthusiasm for the idea seems to have waned somewhat," he mentioned casually. He stroked Mulder's thigh, then cupped the softened cock gently. "Are you ready to call it off?"

Mulder glared at him, then shook his head stubbornly.

Walter stroked him gently. "Your choice, remember."

Mulder looked suspicious but Walter noticed his interest in the situation was renewing itself, so to speak. He smiled privately, hiding his amusement.

He began on Mulder's chest, trailing his fingertips lightly across the sensitive nipples, first around and then across the tips, barely making contact. Mulder looked pleased, arching his back, trying for firmer contact. Walter stroked his neck still very lightly, then swept long, slow strokes from Mulder's throat to his thighs, barely grazing the erect nipples. He repeated the caress, again and again until Mulder was wriggling with excitement and making demanding noises from behind the gag. Walter ignored him. Reaching over, he brushed just the tips of Mulder's nipples again, sliding his fingers around and across the hard nubs until they were tight with excitement.

Walter leaned over and exhaled against the sweat damp skin and Mulder's chest rippled at the sensation. His demanding moans were changing to pleading whimpers. Walter leaned back, stroking his lover's thigh very lightly while he pretended to ignore Mulder's muffled commentary. He leaned down and opened his mouth and Mulder shuddered, waiting for another of the feather-light caresses. Walter bit one erect nipple and Mulder cried out, arching off the bed. Walter tugged, then released the nub of flesh and Mulder dropped back, panting. His forehead was damp with sweat, Walter could tell his lover was cursing behind the gag.

Walter reached up and tucked a small pillow behind Mulder's head to relieve strain where he was holding his head up, trying to watch what Walter was doing. He looked into Mulder's eyes and, satisfied with the expression in the hazel eyes, brushed a kiss across one cheek above the gag. He wanted to kiss his lover's mouth, but he wasn't ready to remove the gag just yet. Instead, he kissed the soft neck, then bit it in frustration. Mulder laughed shakily from behind the gag and arched his neck for another rough kiss. Walter pulled back and slid down the bed to face Mulder's erect cock. Mulder groaned, anticipating more torment.

Mulder's hips tried to twist toward him and he made a pleading noise from behind the gag. Walter ignored it. When Mulder saw him wet one fingertip in his mouth, his pleading turned demanding again and he tried to twist away. Thanks to his own insistence, he was held thoroughly by the silk cloth. Walter stopped to enjoy the sight of Mulder's helpless arousal spread out before him. Then he licked his finger again and traced a slow line from the base of Mulder's cock to the tip. He repeated the caress until the organ was twitching excitedly under his touch. Leaning in, he opened his mouth and hesitated. Mulder's body went rigid. Walter held the position for a few long seconds, then leaned back and laughed softly. Mulder snarled from behind the gag and his body relaxed, trembling.

Walter returned to his original plan, wetting his finger occasionally and covering Mulder's erection and the soft balls with a light coat of moisture that blended with the beads of sweat accumulating on his lover's body. Mulder alternated between struggling for more contact and letting his defenseless body lay flat against the wrinkled sheets, shaking with arousal.

Walter turned his attention back to Mulder's nipples where he repeated the earlier torment, wetting his finger and brushing it lightly across one nipple, barely touching the flesh again and again. Mulder's hips bucked helplessly, his back arching. Finally, Walter took pity on him, leaning down and taking the tortured flesh into his mouth, running his tongue across the hard nub until Mulder moaned in satisfaction. Walter nibbled on the erect tip, tugging relentlessly and Mulder kept moaning his approval. Walter's finger searched out the other nipple, continuing the soft torment on it in erotic contrast to his teeth on the flesh in his mouth. Mulder gasped for breath around the gag, fighting the restraints.

Walter moved up to smooth sweat-dampened hair from Mulder's forehead and pressed another kiss on his cheek. He combed his fingers through Mulder's hair, kissing his face gently until Mulder's breathing evened out.

There was still the kiss he had wanted. Walter loosened the gag and captured Mulder's mouth with his own before the other man could speak. He kept Mulder gagged with deep, slow kisses which Mulder returned enthusiastically, moaning in his throat. Finally, Walter pulled his mouth free a fraction of an inch.

"Don't say a word, do you understand me?" His eyes were stern. Mulder gasped, staring at him, and nodded. Walter kissed him again. "If you talk, I'm going to stop." He thought for a moment. "You can say 'yes' or you can say 'please'. If I hear any other words come out of your mouth, we're done. Do you understand?"

Mulder nodded again, his chest heaving as he fought to control his breathing. Walter threaded one hand through Mulder's hair and settled in to punish the sweet mouth he had been craving with kisses that left it swollen and bruised. When the full lips were flushed red and glistening with moisture, he pulled back. "Remember," he threatened quietly.

Walter stroked Mulder's inner thigh, feeling the muscles trembling under his touch. Propping himself up on one elbow, he started exploring Mulder's thighs with his fingertips, tracing the muscles lightly, stopping to explore the sensitive spots where his touch generated a trembling response in the captive body. Mulder groaned softly, but didn't speak. Walter smothered a satisfied smile and stopped. He kneeled between Mulder's thighs, reaching for the oil on the bedside table. Pouring a small amount onto one palm, he dabbled his finger into it. Slowly, with an air of intense concentration, he spread the oil across the surface of Mulder's thighs, working his way up between them and across the soft mounds tucked under the erect cock.

Walter helped himself to more oil, then worked his way up. Mulder sighed in evident relief when the touch he craved slid across his tight, hot skin, then whimpered when the touch was so gentle he could barely feel it.

"Please...."he begged softly. Walter ignored him, moving even more slowly. Mulder's increasing frustration was obvious as he struggled to push his cock against the feather-light touch. "Damn," he murmured almost inaudibly.

Walter's hand immediately left the hot flesh and he glanced up sternly. Mulder's mouth clamped shut instantly, his eyes apologized. Walter pretended to think about it for a moment, then turned his attention back to his self-imposed task. Mulder continued to make incoherent noises, gasping as Walter slowly worked his way around the hard base of his erection and toward the hyper-sensitive head.

The surface before him was finally covered with the slick oil. Walter let his fingers stroke the entire length, sliding from base to tip a few times, then circling the swollen head with the tip of one finger, around and around until Mulder was twisting helplessly and moaning, "Please....please...please." 

Walter moved to the head of the bed and turned his attention to the outstretched arms. Mulder bit his lip in frustration but this time he remembered to keep quiet. Walter leaned down and licked the tender inner elbow, nibbling at the ticklish flesh. He lapped up the long arm toward the band of silk restraining the wrist, lavishing soft kisses along the path from elbow to wrist, past the obstruction of the silk and toward the palm of the hand. He nuzzled the sensitive palm, licking it gently until Mulder's fingers curled in response. Reaching up, he unfastened the restraint and pressed Mulder's arm down against the mattress.

"Don't move it," he ordered quietly. He gave Mulder another stern look. "I want it right there."

Mulder nodded, his face flushed and damp. Reaching across him, Walter quickly untied the other restraint, pressing the arm into the mattress. "Both of them. Right here until I say otherwise." Mulder nodded again, licking his lips.

Walter sat up stroking the lean thighs thoughtfully, enjoying Mulder's sweat-streaked body. The reddened, swollen nipples attracted his attention and he leaned over and nuzzled them.

He recaptured the lubricant and poured a generous amount into his palm. With the same, slow care, he pressed one oily finger between Mulder's thighs, finding the puckered opening and probing until his finger slid into the hot warmth. Walter slid a second finger in to join the first, working them in and out of his lover's body until the flesh around his hand was stretched and ready.

Moving aside, he reached down to untie Mulder's legs, crawling across his prone body and teasing them both by rubbing his erection against one muscled calf. Mulder's toes curled and he pressed his leg against his lover's cock eagerly.

Walter stretched out on his back, nudging Mulder aside, then tugging his lover over on top of him.

Mulder shifted position gradually until he lay on top of his lover's larger body. Rocking his hips slowly, he pushed their cocks together and rubbed the two hard columns against each other until both of them were liberally covered with the slick moisture the friction coaxed from them. He nuzzled the strong neck, then slid down to attack the erect points of the brown nipples. Walter's erection was trapped against Mulder's stomach, sliding along the arrow of dark hair that pointed toward Mulder's own hard readiness. He arched his back, driving his cock against the flat planes of Mulder's hips, relishing the too-much-too-little sensation of heat and wetness along his shaft.  

Mulder stretched up to kiss him, one hand fumbling on the small table until he came up with a familiar foil packet. Kneeling across his lover's thighs, Mulder opened the package and unrolled the condom along the length of Walter's erection. He brushed another kiss across Walter's mouth, then slid down to face the hard column.

Walter moaned softly in anticipation, staring at his intent lover. Mulder's tongue, pink and wet, flicked out to trace the length of his cock up to the crown, then he took the head into the heat of his mouth, sucking steadily as it disappeared toward his throat. Walter watched in fascination as his lover's head slid up and down the sheath, leaving a glistening trail of slick moisture behind.  

He wanted to grab the dark head, to bury himself inside that pulsing warmth, but he forced himself to wait.

Eventually Walter's soft moans began to get ragged and strained. He reached, found Mulder's shoulders, and pulled gently. Mulder, accepting the hint, slid off of the hard cock and worked his way back up his lover's body, stopping to nuzzle the swollen nipples and lick his way up to Walter's throat. 

Walter felt him stretching, reaching, then a firm hand closed around his cock and the head was pressed into the slick cleft. 

Mulder breathed deeply, then Walter felt the tight ring of muscle relax and expand and the head of his erection slid into the hot, dark warmth. Mulder pulled up, then pushed down relentlessly until his lover's cock was buried deeply inside of him.  

The two of them paused, waiting for Mulder's body to accept the intrusion. After a minute, Mulder opened his eyes and smiled brilliantly down at his lover. His fingers searched for, and found the tight nipples and he pinched them gently until Walter's hips bucked in response to the sensation. Mulder kept up the pressure, twisting and pulling gently on the swollen flesh, every touch pulling an involuntary response from the hard body under his.  

Walter's hands closed around his lover's thighs and he felt himself reacting to the insistent slide of hot flesh along his erection. His own slight rocking against Mulder's hips became stronger, slowly but inevitably. Mulder moaned softly and his movements increased in response to the feeling of Walter's cock moving faster and deeper into him. After a minute, Walter's hands slid across to close around Mulder's erection where it jutted out from his hips. One hand rubbed coaxingly along the hard length and the other slipped down to cup the softer mounds beneath, squeezing gently.  

"Oh...." Mulder shuddered and started thrusting against the firm grip. "Damn...." he moaned.

Walter's hand stroked him in time with the thrusting of his hips, feeling the tightness gathering in Mulder's body. Knowing his lover was close, Walter abandoned himself to the heat building inside of him. His hands moved roughly across Mulder's cock, encouraging, demanding a faster rhythm. Mulder responded helplessly, squirming on Walter's cock, driving it deeply inside his body, then pulling away until the length slid almost free, then dropping onto it again. His body was slick with sweat, gleaming in the dim light. Drops of sweat spattered across Walter's chest, mingling with the moisture gathering there.

Walter's grip tightened, he arched his back and buried himself to the hilt. For an instant, he hung suspended, then he cried out as the hot channel clenched around him and sucked the scalding pleasure through him. Mulder's cry broke an instant later, his back curved, and his climax poured out of him and across his lover's hand and chest. 

Mulder pulled himself free and slipped down to cuddle next to his exhausted lover. The air felt cool across their sweat-soaked bodies. Walter dragged the heavy blanket from the bed and Mulder helped him spread it over both of them. The room was silent except for the sighs and moans from the two men.  

Eventually, Mulder groaned softly. "Warn me before you do that, next time."

"I thought that was what you were planning?"

"Not even. How was I supposed to know it was going to be like that?"

"If you didn't know what you were getting yourself in for, you should have thought twice about it."

"I hate it when you're sanctimonious."

"You just don't want to admit you didn't have any idea what you were asking for."

"Walter?"

"Yes?"

"Can we try that again? I mean, when I've recovered. Like...some time next year."

"Don't tell me. You had a back-up scenario in case the bondage thing didn't work out."

Mulder chuckled. "It's the training; a good agent always has a fallback plan."

"I don't even want to know about it."

"You're going to have to hear it." Mulder laughed again. "I can't wait to see what you do with it."

"Are you planning to make this a regular feature of our relationship?"

"Maybe. I don't know if I can stand the strain. Why?"

"I'm a very conservative person, Agent Mulder. I have an orderly life. You seem intent on disrupting that order and I want to give you fair warning that I intend to resist."

Mulder's hand slid under the blanket and across his lover's thigh to nestle against the warmth in his groin. "I'll try to remember that." Mulder bit his lip. "Walter, when you said experience told you weren't interested in doing this -- just what experience were you referring to?"

"Another time, Mulder. It's too late for bedtime stories."

****

The End