r3-Eli_Anne-p3
Viva Tower
Skinner's apartment
November 26, 1999
3:00 a.m.Walter grabbed Mulder's buttocks, kneading them gently. "You've got such a succulent ass, Fox. It's not flat like most guys - it's round and juicy and I could just take a bite out of it right now."
"Let go of me!" Mulder cried as he let go of Skinner's cock and jumped out of bed. He backed into the corner, trembling and holding his arms tight around his chest. He was almost hyperventilating. Skinner sat up, staring at Mulder.
"What's wrong, Fox? What did I say?" He made no move to get up; he didn't want to frighten Mulder anymore.
"I told you not to call me that! He called me that!" Mulder choked out, trying to slow his breathing down. After a few minutes he felt a little better. He looked up through his bangs at Skinner. Skinner was sitting on the bed with the sheet over his lap, watching quietly.
"I've got to go," Mulder said, running back to the spare bedroom.
Skinner heard him slam the door shut and lock it. At least he didn't leave the apartment, he thought, as he pulled his sweats back on. He had lost his erection as he watched Mulder cowering in the corner. That damned Patterson must have said something similar to Mulder to cause such a reaction. Hopefully he could talk about it in the morning. He sighed as he lay back down in bed.
***
Viva Tower
Skinner's apartment
November 27, 1999
9:00 a.m."I was getting worried - I thought you would sleep all day," said Skinner as Mulder shuffled into the kitchen. He had wrapped a blanket around him like a toga since the borrowed sweats were still in Skinner's room. His eyes looked slightly swollen, as if he had cried himself to sleep. Skinner wanted to enfold him in a hug and just keep him there forever - Mulder looked so lost and scared.
Mulder stood facing Skinner, but not looking at him. He was clutching the blanket so tightly his knuckles were white. He finally made tentative eye contact.
"Sir, I'm sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me," he said quietly.
"I'm not sorry you came to me last night, Mulder. To be perfectly frank, I've dreamt about that moment for years."
"Uh, I didn't mean about that, Sir - Walter," he corrected when Skinner opened his mouth to correct him. "I meant about the… the other thing. You know, me running out."
"Mulder, you obviously still have a lot to work out about what happened between you and Patterson. I let us get too far last night - you still need some time. I want us to take this slow." He watched as Mulder moved to sit on the barstool next to him.
"You mean, you still…" Mulder couldn't finish. "You still want to pursue…us?"
"Of course! I've never met anyone like you - you excite me and intrigue me like no other person I've ever met. How could I not want to pursue you?"
"With my history of fucked-up relationships?""Who hasn't made mistakes? Patterson took advantage of his position and authority, hurting you until you can't see straight anymore." Skinner reached out his hand to softly stroke Mulder's cheek. "I love you, Mulder. I've loved you for so long. It's killing me inside to think that someone has caused you this much pain and anguish. If he wasn't dead, I would rip his head off right now with my bare hands!"
"You…love me?" Mulder said quietly, looking up into Skinner's eyes. He cupped his hand over Skinner's, which was still stroking his face.
"Yes," Skinner whispered in reply as he wrapped his free arm around Mulder, pulling him close, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. He felt Mulder hesitate slightly, then respond. They both stood as Mulder slid his arms around Skinner's neck. Mulder finally broke the kiss and snuggled his face against Skinner's shoulder.
"I love you too," he said, almost inaudibly. They stood for a few moments enjoying the warmth of each other's presence when Mulder heard his cell phone ring.
"Damn, it must be Scully." Mulder tried to extricate himself from Skinner's bear hug, but he wasn't successful.
"Walter, SIR, I have to answer it or she'll put out an APB on me." Mulder quickly moved to answer his phone.
Skinner stood watching Mulder talk to Scully. He couldn't believe he told Mulder he loved him! Not that it wasn't true, but it might have been too much too fast.
No. It had felt right to say it. Maybe it was what Mulder needed to hear - what would allow him to finally get past all this. They still needed to talk about what had triggered Mulder's memories last night.
"Well, I've given my excuses to Scully - we had planned on getting together this afternoon, but I told her I had some important business to attend to. I don't know if she completely bought it, but it should do."
Skinner was glad that Mulder seemed to have no ideas about leaving.
"Mulder, why don’t you shower and dress, then we can go to lunch. And, I think we have more to talk about." Mulder blushed at those words.
"Yes, OK, that sounds good." He scurried off to get ready.
***
Viva Tower
Skinner's apartment
November 27, 1999
3:00 p.m."That was a great lunch, Walter." Mulder sighed as he snuggled back into the pillows. He was lying on Skinner's couch. Skinner was at the end of the couch massaging his feet.
"Why don't you tell me about what freaked you out last night, Mulder," Skinner said."Can't I just lie here while you pleasure me?" he chuckled as he wiggled his toes.
"I'm serious, Fox," Skinner said, pushing Mulder's legs down and scooting down the couch. Mulder sat up at the use of his first name.
"Walter, I told you…"
"Fox, you have to get used to me using your name. You said yourself you used to like it - foxes are cunning creatures. Don’t let Patterson continue to control you, OK?""You're right," Mulder replied contritely.
"Now, continue."
"Well, like I said before, at first it was rape, but eventually it turned consensual. And I think that's when I lost all hope for myself…"
***
2630 Hegal Place
Apartment 42
April 11, 1987
9:00 p.m.Mulder kept paging through the thick file of photos and reports on his coffee table. It was happening again! He couldn't make head or tails out of the case file. He had come home thinking that if he could just get away from his hated co-workers he might be able to profile this SOB. Instead, it was like looking at gibberish.
Patterson had been very aloof the past month. He had somehow manipulated him into having sex several times since November, each time because of a mental block on his part, but he seemed to have backed off. Mulder had been relieved - maybe it was just a short-term thing that Patterson was finally over and done with.
But, maybe that wasn't the right thing. Each time he had a mental block and Patterson fucked him, he figured the case out. Was his brain directly connected to his ass? Mulder shoved everything off the table in frustration. He jumped when his phone rang.
"Mulder, it's Hatter. You finished yet?" Hatter practically snarled over the phone. His animosity toward Mulder had continued to grow, and he was openly expressing it now - even in the office.
"I'm trying, Sir, but nothing's coming. I'm going to have to work on this a little more."
"You better come up with something quick; Patterson's on the war path. I don't think even you will survive this time! I guess he's finally tired of his golden boy. Or should I say tarnished boy? I guess your luck has finally run out, kid. Hopefully they'll bust your ass back to the field office in Assfreeze Alaska where it belongs. You're not cut out for this work you little shit."
Mulder curled up into a fetal position at Hatter's venomous attack. Hatter's hatred had continued to grow over the past few months. He only kept it in check when Patterson or some other authority figure was around. When the team was alone, he let Mulder have it every chance he could; the rest of the team cheered him on, hating Mulder almost as much.
"Is…is…is Patterson there? I think I need to speak to him."
"Nah, he went home. I don't think there's anything you can say to him, anyway, that'll save your ass. I can't wait until he comes in on Monday and reams your ass about this fuck-up. I think I'll bring my camera so we can record the blessed event. See ya then, asswipe." Hatter laughed as he hung up the phone.Mulder lay on his couch, barely able to breathe. He couldn't mess this case up. The UNSUB had kidnapped his latest victim - he was getting so cocky he was actually sending the FBI team rather detailed notes about the whole thing - and it was the Senate Majority Leader's oldest son! Boy, did the shit hit the fan - the attorney general himself was screaming at Patterson to get a profile done. This kid only had 4 days to live, and the media was all over this case and the FBI. He had to call Patterson.
***
Patterson's apartment
April 11, 1987
9:15 p.m."Hello?"
"Sir? Chief Patterson? It's me, Agent Mulder."
Patterson crowed inwardly at the sound of the luscious Agent Mulder on the phone. He had purposely kept himself away from Mulder this past month. He needed to cement the bond between the two of them, but as long as Mulder saw himself as some kind of injured party, they would never come to a real understanding. Until he could admit to being the sexiest slut in the whole FBI, he would never realize what a good thing he had in Patterson. Patterson kept his voice calm.
"Yes, Mulder, it's me."
"Sir, I've been trying my best, Sir, honestly, on this case. I'm having a hard time working out the details, but it'll soon be there. I just need a little more time!" Mulder's voice sounded almost panic-stricken."Mulder, I don't think that's good enough. As long as a US Senator is involved, frankly no one is working hard enough."
"I…I don't know what to do!"
Patterson smiled. "We could have one of our consulting sessions, Fox. That usually jogs your memory loose."
There was a long silence on the phone."Maybe we should, Sir," replied Mulder in a small voice.
"Be here in 20 minutes, Fox. That's an order." Patterson hung up the phone without waiting for a response. Tonight was the night!
***
Patterson's apartment
April 11, 1987
9:45 p.m.Patterson sat on his couch sipping Scotch. He had invited Mulder in but didn't offer him a seat. The beautiful agent was standing in front of him, fidgeting and looking all around the room.
"Well?" he said, startling Mulder into looking directly at him.
"Well, what, Sir?"
"Why are you here, Fox?" Mulder blushed slightly, hearing his first name. He had never felt ashamed of it before, but the way it sounded from Patterson's lips shamed him deeply.
"You know, I thought we could go over the case." He began looking around the room again.
"Fox, listen to me. I thought we've shared something special over the past few months - a relationship that fulfilled both our needs. But you've continued to cry rape after every encounter, even though you come several times crying out my name as you desperately hump your ass trying to drive my cock deeper into your body."
Mulder's face turned beet red at those words. He tried to stammer out some reply but Patterson cut him off.
"It hurts, Fox. It hurts me to think that such a beautiful expression of love and affection is twisted around in your sick mind so you think I'm forcing myself on you. It hurts that you don't respect me. That you don't appreciate my efforts to please you."
"I don't know what to say, Sir," Mulder said as he hung his head in shame.
"I don't think I want to pursue this."
"But Sir, I can't solve this case without your help! The Senator, Sir!" Mulder cried, desperate for help. He couldn't fail, he just couldn't! It would be his fault if the boy died! His father was right, he was a complete and utter screw-up! Mulder started to fight back tears.
"What do you want me to do, Sir?""All I want, Fox, is for you to tell me what you want me to do. I don’t want to do anything you don't want. I don't want to be accused of rape anymore. You have to tell me what YOU want."
Mulder stood for a few minutes, hugging himself tightly. He had to go through with this - it was the only thing that would help him solve the case. He had no choice.
"I want…"
"Yes?" Patterson said excitedly. His plan had worked far better than he had hoped!
"I want…you to…make love to me." Mulder's shoulders sagged in resignation when he said those words. He was no better than a whore, selling his body for what he needed.
"I don't think I'm up to it yet. I think maybe I need a little extra help tonight." Patterson spread his legs open on the couch; Mulder could see the telltale bulge. He took a step forward, but Patterson stopped him.
"Remember, Mulder, I only want to do what you want me to." Patterson couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face.
"Please, Sir, I want to suck your cock."
"That's better. You can suck my cock, if that's what you want to do. Why don't you undress? You'll be much more comfortable."Mulder closed his eyes as he stripped naked. He had to just focus on the case, what this would do for his case.
"Can I suck your cock now, Sir?"
"Yes, Fox."
Mulder walked to the couch and dropped to his knees. He didn't look at Patterson as he undid his pants and pulled out the fat cock; he barely hesitated as he began to kiss and lick the its length.
"Don't you want to look at me, Fox? To see the pleasure you are giving me?"
"Yes, Sir," he replied, briefly looking up into Patterson's eyes. As he continued working the cock he found himself making little moans in his throat. He felt Patterson put his hand on the back of his head.
"That feels really good, Fox. You know how to please your lover." Patterson could barely contain himself from slamming his cock deep into Mulder's throat. He had never given him a blowjob this good before.
"I'm coming, Fox!" Patterson cried as he spurted his semen down Mulder's throat. He fell back on the couch panting. He watched as Mulder released his cock and sat back on his heels.
"What now, Fox?"
"I want to make love," he said quietly.
"I think you need to be more specific, Fox. I want to do what you want me to do!"
"I want you to…fuck me in the ass, Sir," Mulder replied.
"Here or in the bedroom?"
"In the bedroom." Mulder quickly got up and stalked into bedroom. Patterson took his time, wanting to see what Mulder would do.
When Patterson finally got to the bedroom, he laughed when he saw Mulder lying face down on the bed, face buried in the pillows, legs spread. Well, that wasn't going to do at all!
"Mulder, what are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for you, Sir."
"You still don't understand, Fox. I want to do what you want me to, but you have to show me what you want - and how much you want it. There can't be any ambiguity."
Mulder turned to look at Patterson. He was undressing, but seemed in no hurry to get this over with. "I'm sorry, Sir. I guess I don't understand."
"Would you like me to help you? Tell you what you should do?"
"Yes, please Sir."
"OK, I'll tell you what you need to do to show me that you want me to fuck you.""Thank you, Sir."
"Stand up." Mulder stood up.
Patterson continued to give Mulder directions.
"'Get the lube, and stand at the foot of the bed. Put one foot up on the bed. Now, start with one finger, then go to two when you feel ready, up to four fingers. Use your fingers to lube up your ass in preparation for fucking. But only add a finger when it really starts to feel good."
Mulder blushed again as he did what he was told. He felt like he had no control and yet he was the one saying he wanted to fuck. He moved to the foot of the bed. It felt awkward - he didn't exactly know what he was doing. At first his finger felt very uncomfortable, but as he slowly moved his index finger in and out of his ass with the lube he started to feel a flush spread through his pelvis. He pulled out his finger, added more lube, then inserted his index and middle finger. He began to moan as he finger-fucked himself. He could hardly stand it as he got up to four fingers - his ass was really feeling good. He had finally found his prostate gland and had begun to massage it as waves of pleasure radiated from it. His own penis was fully erect, bouncing slightly as he pumped his hips in rhythm with his hand.
"That's enough, Fox. I think you have done a good job." Watching Mulder push his fingers into his ass had almost made Patterson explode then and there. He tried every trick in the book to keep from coming, but watching that ass move was enough to drive a monk insane.
"What do I do next?" he replied breathlessly.
"Why are you here again?"
"I want you to fuck my ass - I need it," pleaded Mulder."To show me you want me to fuck you, put both feet on the ground; lean over and put your hands on the bed. Spread your legs apart - farther, farther, that's good. Oh Fox, you look so hot!" Patterson groaned as Mulder quickly acquiesced; he stood with his ass in the air, anus gleaming from the lube, knees trembling.
"Now, tell me what you want me to do."
"Fuck ME!" cried Mulder, barely able to control himself anymore. He desperately wanted Patterson's fat cock thrusting into him.
"OK, Fox, I'll do this for you," Patterson answered. He grabbed Mulder's buttocks and sank his cock in with one thrust. Mulder cried out; despite the lube the thick cock was still a tight squeeze. "What now?" Patterson cried.
"Fuck me, harder, please, yes! Like that!" Patterson began pounding his cock into Mulder's ass.
"Mulder, keep proving it to me! That you want me to do this!"
Mulder let out a groan as he began slamming his ass back, meeting each of Patterson's thrusts with equal force. His thighs were shaking from the strain of holding himself up and pumping his ass.
"Yes, deeper, deeper, fuck me…aahh!" Mulder's mind began to go to the case. Yes! It was working! He needed only a few more minutes.
"Your ass is so firm, Fox, I could just take a bite out of it," Patterson said as he slid his hands down to get more leverage on Mulder's hips. He could feel himself getting ready to explode.
"I'm coming, Fox, I'm coming…AAHHH!" Patterson screamed out as he exploded into Mulder's ass. Feeling Patterson go over the edge triggered Mulder's own orgasm. He collapsed onto the bed with Patterson on top of him licking the sweat from his neck.
"Did you solve the case, Fox?" murmured Patterson.
"Almost, Sir." Panted Mulder.
"Almost?"
"Yes. I…I think we need to fuck again."
"Whatever you say, Fox. I only want to make you happy."
***
Viva Tower
Skinner's apartment
November 27, 1999
5:00 p.m.Mulder was curled up on the sofa again, too ashamed to look at Skinner.
"So, you see, I was the one who wanted it - I continued the relationship. I needed it to solve cases."
"Oh, Mulder, he was still manipulating you! Can't you see that?"
"In my heart, no! I was just a slut, a whore, using my body to get what I needed, a harlot, a strum…"
"STOP THAT!" Mulder jumped at Skinner's yell. He looked up fearfully, afraid to see the judgement and disgust in Skinner's eyes."Mulder, Fox, it wasn't your fault. He wanted you to believe it, but it isn't true."
"It is true. And now you'll never be able to look at me ever again!" Mulder ran out of the living room, slamming the bedroom door shut, locking it.This is turning into a habit with him, thought Skinner, as he followed to try to talk sense into his tortured love.
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