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Disclaimers: Talk about Fox Television and Ten Thirteen Productions owning these characters and add the usual stuff about not making any money and not wanting to be arrested for having the presumption to write naughty things about them.

Hmmm...oh yeah, and rated NC-17 for some not overly-graphic portrayal of consensual m/m sex Or, possibly, overly-graphic, depending upon your personal tastes. Feel free to leave if that frightens you.

Author: annezo @ fastmail . fm

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MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH

The Safe House

. . . . .

Warm.... That was his first thought as sleep receded. Sunshine streaming in through an open window somewhere dazzled even his closed eyes. Abruptly he remembered he wasn't alone. Walter shivered slightly and the arm around his waist tightened.

"So," Mulder pressed against him, kissing his neck. His hand slid down a few inches casually, testing the reaction.

Walter thought about the two women downstairs. "Forget it."

"Are you having a problem with last night?"

"No, I'm having a problem with this morning. Get your hands off of me, Agent Mulder." He tried to inject some authority into his voice and failed miserably.

"I haven't done anything," Mulder said. "Yet."

He refused to be distracted. "No."

"If you're going to tell me you're not interested, I already know better."

Pulling free, he rolled over and looked at Mulder. Big mistake. His rumpled, morning smile was bright with promises. Skinner abandoned sanity long enough to pin the younger man to the mattress and kiss him thoroughly.

"Much better." The agent grinned smugly and slid his hands around Walter's hips.

"Stop that."

"Are you sure?"

"Get the hell out of my bed, Agent Mulder." Walter glared in frustration. " If you think I can do this knowing your partner could walk in at any minute, you're mistaken."

Mulder's hands slid away from him reluctantly. "I think you underestimate yourself, sir."

"I would suggest you take a cold shower and remember you're supposed to be working."

"I can always dwell on my fond memories of your obsession with Bigfoot last night."

Walter sighed in relief as Mulder disappeared into the small bathroom. Mulder's partner was too intelligent not to notice that something had changed between the two men. It was going to be difficult to convince Mulder that, for once in his life, he had to behave normally.

On the other hand, he realized, anything in the shape of normal behavior from Agent Mulder would probably be the first thing that would make his partner suspicious.

He relaxed when he heard the shower running. At least for the moment, his future was clear. Get the four of them out of this assignment safely. Then back to the safety of the office where he could wonder in peace what madness had possessed him for a few brief hours.

......

"I want regular reports on your progress."

"Of course, sir." Dana Scully nodded. "Is there anything else we should know?"

"Keep the local police involved as much as possible; I don't want you doing anything without full back-up. That's all."

Skinner watched Mulder follow her out the door. He had barely spoken during the entire briefing session. In the past week, Skinner had seen him exactly twice. Both times he had been quiet and professional. Distant. What the hell was wrong with the man?

If he was regretting the impulse that led him to seduce his boss, Skinner was ready to let it slip into the unremembered past. Considering their jobs, and the high-profile nature of Mulder's work, it was probably the wisest choice.

None of which kept him from thinking about that night. It had been crazy. Dangerous. Exciting. If he were honest, not quite unexpected and definitely memorable.

As the days passed and the two agents remained out of the office, it took some effort to keep his mind on his job. He heard from Mulder only indirectly during the first week of the investigation. Agent Scully called in just after he returned from lunch.

"Mulder asked me to tell you something sir."

He tensed. "What is that, Agent Scully?"

"He says he has found no evidence to support your theory that Bigfoot is involved in this case, sir." She sounded puzzled.

"Thank you, Agent Scully."

"Sir. He wants to know if you want him to continue pursuing this line of investigation."

"Tell Agent Mulder to spare me a list of the things that are not relevant to the case, Agent Scully, and to confine his reports to what is actually happening."

"Yes, sir."

Irrationally, his mood was much improved for the rest of the day.

When the phone rang a few evenings later, he was suffering through the tenth repeat of the Godfather on commercial television and wishing he had brought home some of the work piled up on his desk.

"Skinner."

"I thought it might be."

"Agent Mulder?" He clicked off the television and sat up.

"Yeah."

"Is there something wrong?"

"No." He didn't seem to have anything else to say.

Skinner waited patiently. "Well?"

"Yes, sir? "

"If I remember correctly, you called me, Agent Mulder. What do you want?"

"I thought we should talk," Mulder mumbled.

Shit. "What about?"

"Try to be a little more supportive here, Walter. I had enough trouble just getting up the nerve to call."

"Why do I have the feeling this isn't related to the investigation," he asked maliciously.

"Very perceptive deduction," Mulder said sarcastically. "You must have been impressive when you were doing field work."

"Are you making any progress?"

"You tell me. It's always work with you, isn't it, Walter? The investigation, sir, is almost wrapped up. We should be back in a few days. Should I assume that making this call was a mistake? "

"No, it's just....been a long week. I'm sorry."

"Not a problem. As long as it doesn't have anything to do with me. Or...you know."

He smothered a grin. "Euphemisms, Agent Mulder? You've stared in the face of alien invasion, government conspiracies, loaded guns, and Senate subcommittees; all without flinching. Saying what's on your mind at this moment pales in comparison."

"You'd think it would, wouldn't you?"

"I would," he answered. Walter was beginning to enjoy himself. Not many people had the opportunity to catch Mulder at a loss for words.

"Unfortunately, that isn't the case," the agent admitted.

"So I noticed."

"And I want to thank you for doing all you can to make it more difficult," Mulder said irritably.

"Talk to me Mulder. What do you want to say?"

"Say something reassuring," the other man urged. "Tell me you're crazy about me and that you've been thinking about me obsessively ever since I left."

"Agent Mulder, any time you and your partner are out of town, I know you're involved in an investigation that is going to result in a report that is going to make my life difficult." Skinner answered sternly. "Any time you're out of my sight, I think about you."

"I guess I'll have to take what I can get. You're really enjoying this, aren't you," Mulder accused.

"The thought of you speechless does have a certain appeal," he admitted.

"I'm not seeing that warm, sensitive side to your character I find so charming, Walter."

"You want warmth and sensitivity, watch Oprah."

"Make an effort. Say something that won't make me regret calling you."

"When will you be back? If you think I'm just sitting here waiting for you, think again. This was a simple investigation and it's been two weeks."

"Twelve days. Are you telling me I've been replaced in your affections?"

"Not yet, but you're going to be if you don't get your ass back to Washington."

"Much better, Walter. Keep sweet-talking me like that and I'll abandon Scully and catch the red-eye out of here tonight." 

"I'm flattered," Walter said politely.

"Tomorrow's headline," Mulder teased. "Loyal FBI Employee Abandons Partner, Investigation for Love Nest with Boss."

"I don't remember inviting you to share a love nest with me," Walter pointed out.

"I'm pretty sure you were going to." The agent's voice lowered. "Which brings us to the purpose of my call."

"There's a point to this?"

"I've been thinking about this whole sex thing." Mulder ignored the sarcasm.

"Yes?" Walter could hear the smile in the other man's voice. God only knew what he would say next.

"So, is this just a casual thing, whenever we have some spare time and happen to be in the same town, or does it stretch farther than that?"

"What are you asking?"

"I can't sleep," the agent admitted.

"So?"

"Have you ever had phone sex, Walter?"

"No," he answered. "And I don't intend to," he added quickly.

"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it."

"I'm not going to do this," he answered firmly.

The agent's voice was warm and husky. "You're turned on by the idea, aren't you? I can tell."

"Agent Mulder, I'm warning you...."

"Agent Mulder? Don't you think that's kind of formal from a man who's about to learn something completely new about oral sex?"

"What are you trying to do here?"

"Just trying to get your attention." Mulder chuckled. "Are you lying down? I always think it helps if you're lying down."

"Christ." Hearing that note in Mulder's voice was like having warm oil poured all over his body. Not easy to ignore.

"Still too formal. Come on, Walter. Are we going to do this or not?"

"No, we are not going to do this."

"I'm disappointed," Mulder admitted. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I get enough adventure just reading your reports."

"Your loss. Think of me in about thirty seconds, OK?"

"Why?"

"I'll be in the shower by then. All alone." Mulder paused. "Think about it."

Skinner didn't have to. He muffled a frustrated sigh.

"Walter?"

"*What?*"

"Sleep tight."

A moment later, the dial tone hummed in his ear.

..... .

The doorbell that distracted his attention from the battle taking place on the television. Dinner. He grabbed the money from the table and opened the door, half of his attention on the football game.

"Twenty bucks? I'm insulted." Mulder grinned at him. Black leather jacket. White oxford shirt. Faded jeans, distractingly tight. Skinner absorbed the view instantly. "The phone call alone was worth more than that. Not that I can't always use the money."

The invitation in his eyes kept Skinner motionless. Warm hands pushed against his chest.

"Inside." The husky whisper made him shiver and he remembered to breathe.

"What...."

"Shhh." Mulder's voice was soft. He kicked the door shut and backed Skinner against it. Before Walter could speak, rough lips were trailing kisses along his neck and his ear. Mulder tried rocking their hips together experimentally and was rewarded with a soft moan. He grinned smugly. "Miss me?"

Skinner tried a glare. Almost impossible to achieve the right effect under the circumstances, but he gave it his best shot. "When did you get back?"

Mulder grinned. "A few hours ago. Do you want a formal report? Now?" He wriggled out of the leather jacket and threw it to the floor, then unbuttoned his shirt slowly and kicked off his shoes.

Skinner relaxed against the wall and crossed his arms. "Much as I'm enjoying the show, it isn't really necessary."

That smile was devastating. "I couldn't be sure of that, could I?"

"I have a feeling I don't want you to get too sure of yourself," Walter admitted.

"I can tell. This hard-to-get thing is very attractive. Up to a point." Mulder gathered him back in for a quick kiss.

"What, exactly, are you trying to accomplish? Or is a striptease just your usual choice of foreplay?" He pushed his hips against the younger man's, savoring the hardness underneath the tight jeans.

"It worked before, didn't it?"

Skinner pulled away slightly. "So this is your standard pick-up line? I'm flattered."

"Walter, how often have we had sex?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"Do you know how often you've said 'no'?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Three times. Once you said 'yes.' Three times you said 'no.' Those are crummy odds, Walter. If I want frustration, I can stay at work."

"That's the one of the dumbest things I've ever heard," Walter told him.

"You should get out more."

"Twice you were on the phone. For god's sake, once you used your partner as a go-between." Walter was defensive. "Those don't count."

Mulder's hands were on his hips, encouraging him. "I swear, I thought you were going to say no."

"That is the dumbest thing I've heard lately." He licked his way along Mulder's jaw, working his way slowly around toward the soft lips. His interest in conversation was disappearing.

"They say truth is stranger than fiction." Mulder shivered. "If your intentions are serious, this might be a good time to kiss me, Walter."

"I would have done it an hour ago if you hadn't distracted me with that cheesy Gypsy Rose Lee impression," he pointed out.

"Admit it. You loved it." Turning his head, Mulder tried to trap the other man's lips with his own.

Skinner tightened his grip on the brown hair, preventing the move. "Be patient, Mulder."

"I've been patient." His voice was sulky.

 "Don't move." Skinner tasted the full lower lip with his tongue, licking it into his mouth and sucking it. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes," he moaned.

"Don't move an inch." Skinner pulled his sweater over his head. Mulder stayed where he was, watching him out of half-closed eyes that gleamed hotly when the AD stripped off the rest of his clothing. His hands clenched when Walter tugged on the fastening of Mulder's jeans and shoved them down toward his knees. Walter trapped the other man's arms against the wall. "Now, where were we?"

"You're very cooperative all of a sudden." Mulder stared into the dark eyes in fascination. "This is new. I'm impressed. Surprised. Seriously aroused."

"Right about here." His lips brushed against the agent's chin lightly. "Isn't that right?" The caress slid to the corner of his mouth slowly.

Mulder pushed against the maddening heat on his skin as the other man moved closer to him. "Walter, quit teasing...."

He felt Mulder's cheek move against his lips as the other man moved closer. Here and there, their bodies rubbed gently. Mostly there. "Do you want to be kissed or not?"

"Yes." Walter's mouth fastened on Mulder's and the agent moaned softly. Mulder's arms slid across his back, tightening around him with frantic hunger. Walter's cock rubbed against Mulder's erection where the two organs were trapped between their bodies. He shuddered and thrust again, feeling Mulder's shiver of anticipation. This was what he had needed and nothing else mattered. By the time the kiss ended, both men were shaking.

"Lube." Skinner's voice was hoarse.

"What?"

"Lubricant, dammit!" Walter glared at him. "Where is it?"

"Oh." Mulder concentrated. "Pocket."

"Christ, Mulder, you must have ten pockets. Which one?"

Mulder seemed mesmerized by the look in his boss's dark eyes. He stared at Walter with the hunger of a man who had been waiting weeks for this. Months. Years.

"Which one?" The voice was insistent.

"Which one, what?" Mulder looked dazed. He was too beautiful not to kiss, so Walter kissed him, slowly and thoroughly. Mulder's arms wrapped around his waist and pulled them together again. Eventually Walter had to pull away completely to retain any semblance of control.

"Find it. If you think I'm going through your pockets, knowing what kind of weird shit you keep in them, you're seriously mistaken, Mulder."

Mulder dragged off the rest of his clothes. The tube was in the leather jacket. Walter took it and pulled Mulder against him again with his other arm. Smiling wickedly, he whispered, "Assume the position, Agent Mulder."

"You're a sick man, Walter." Mulder grinned and spread his legs carefully, leaning against the older man. When one slick finger slid inside him, he sighed and rocked his hips. A second finger joined the first and his control quickly started slipping.

"Ohhh...yes." He whimpered and froze. "Ohh... don't...I can't...."

Walter whispered seductively. "Do you want me to touch you?"

"Christ yes," Mulder moaned. "What a stupid question at a time like this!"

Walter slid his tongue around the shell of one ear. "I thought you'd like it." He pushed the other man away slightly, sliding his hand between them.

Mulder groaned in despair. "Are you going to touch me or are you just going to talk about it?"

"I thought you liked to talk about it," Walter said.

"What?"

Skinner glared. "Those damned phone calls."

"Jesus, is that what this is?" Mulder leaned his head against Walter's shoulder. "Some kind of weird revenge thing?"

"I'm trying to make a point here, Mulder."

He shuddered as Walter's hand closed around his cock firmly. "What? You want me to call more often?"

"You're hopeless."

"I'm helpless. Do something, Walter!"

Walter didn't know how much more he could take himself. That night in the safe house seemed to have been months ago.

"Now." Mulder was all over him, kissing him, rubbing against him. Mulder's hips drove his cock against Walter's erection, the moisture gathering on each organ providing a slick film over their bellies. Mulder's tongue in Walter's mouth mimicked the motion, driving Walter completely crazy. His hands closed around Mulder's ass, bracing them against his thrusts into the steamy cage of flesh between them.

Walter gave in to his own need. Pushing the other man against the wall, he entered him, forcing himself deeply into Mulder's body at first, then waiting for the younger man's instinctive resistance to fade. Mulder's hips twisted against him invitingly and Walter responded automatically, moving slowly at first then faster as they found a rhythm. Answering the incoherent pleas, he stroked the other man in time with his movements.

 Oh... god...yes... there...." Mulder came suddenly, loudly. His muscles clamped down on Walter, pulling the older man over the edge a moment later.

For an instant the world went black around him and he collapsed against Mulder, his weight dragging both of them to the floor. They lay there in a tangle, gasping for breath.

Mulder squirmed around and looked at him. "Are you OK?"

"I seriously doubt it."

"What? Can I get you something?"

"A wheelchair. And the last ten years of my life back." 

Mulder grinned and slid one arm under his head, stretching out next to him comfortably. "All things considered, I think I prefer you this way."

"Why? So you can give me a heart attack more easily? Let me point out that you're not in my will, Mulder. And you won't be if you ever do that to me again."

The doorbell rang.

"Shit. I ordered Chinese food." Walter scrambled for his pants. "What did you do with that money?"

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The end.