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Skinner knocked on the bedroom door. "Mulder, you did nothing wrong. You are not a slut or a whore. You said yourself that Bill Patterson was a master manipulator. My God, Fox, he raped you, and you never had anyone that you could turn to for help. I want to help you get through this now. I'm here for you, please come out."

The lock clicked and the door opened. Mulder stepped out and wrapped his arms around Skinner's waist and buried his face in the larger man's shoulder. Skinner hugged him back and kissed the side of his head. They stood that way for long minutes, neither man wanting to end the contact.

Skinner's hard body comforted Mulder. It was so solid and strong -- so unlike Patterson. Skinner was concerned about him as a person, he knew that by the way Skinner just held him and didn't try to turn it into anything sexual. Patterson would have been grabbing his ass at this point. He could feel Skinner's heart beating against his, and the gentle sound of breathing against his ear. Mulder wanted Skinner. He wanted to drown within the large man's arms.

Mulder pulled back and looked pleadingly into Skinner's eyes. "Walter, I haven't been with another man since Patterson, and only a very few women. I want you to show me how it feels to be made love to by someone who actually does care for me."

"Mulder, Fox, are you sure? I think you might need more time . . . "

"Walter, I've had nearly eleven years to get over it! I'm fine." Mulder touched the side of his face. "I want to be with you, and I promise I will not to run out in the middle of it again."

"Fox, I know it's been a long time since Patterson, but you've never told anyone before, you allowed it to fester for so many years." At Mulder's dejected look, Skinner went on quickly to assure him. "Don't get me wrong. I want more than anything to make love to you, but I want to take it slowly. I want you to talk to me and tell me how you are feeling. I don't want to hurt or scare you inadvertently."

Mulder smiled sheepishly, "Okay, I can live with that. Although I've never been much for talking during sex."

"C'mon, Fox, I want to make love to you in front of the fireplace," Skinner said, taking Mulder's hand and leading him back into the living room. "Why don't you go and pour us each a glass of wine, while I get some things from my bedroom."

"Okay, where's the wine?"

"There's a wine rack in the kitchen and a bottle of Chardonnay chilling in the refrigerator. I'll leave the choice up to you." Skinner turned and dashed upstairs to his bedroom. He wanted to make love to Mulder in an area that might not hold any painful memories for him. Skinner just hoped that Patterson never had sex with Mulder on the floor in front of a roaring fire.

Mulder wandered into the kitchen and looked around for the wine rack. It was built into the center island. He thought about Walter and how much he wanted him. Walter said he loved him. Mulder was determined to put the past behind him and not allow Patterson's ghost ruin his life any longer. "You can do this, Mulder, just remember it is Walter making love to you," Mulder said softly, his hand shook as he selected a bottle of Merlot. He was afraid that he'd ruin every by having a panic attack again.

He searched around for a corkscrew, finding it he opened the bottle then hunted for wineglasses. When Mulder finally walked out of the kitchen with the wine and glasses, Skinner was spreading a thick, down quilt in front of the gas fireplace. The large man had taken his shoes and shirt off and was only wearing sweatpants.

Skinner sat on the quilt and smiled up at him. "Having a gas burning fireplace is convenient, but it lacks the romance of a real wood burning fire. We'll have to go up to my cabin one weekend for that, Fox." Skinner held his hands out for the wine and glasses. Mulder handed them to him, then quickly slipped off his shoes and socks and tugged his shirt over his head, leaving it on the coffee table.

Mulder sank down on the quilt next to Skinner who handed him a glass of wine.

Skinner had placed the bottle on the hardwood floor next to the hearth. "I'd like to toast to our future, Fox. I hope you know that I want this relationship to be one of mutual love and respect. I love you, Fox, and would like nothing better than to spend the rest of my life with you."

Mulder felt a lump in his throat and his eyes misted over. No one had ever felt that way about him before. Was he capable of returning those feelings? Maybe not for anyone else, but Walter, yes he thought he could. "To us then," he said softly, clicking his glass to Skinner's and taking a sip of wine. Then he leaned in and gave Skinner a chaste kiss.

Skinner smiled brightly. The week had started off poorly with Patterson's murder, then Mulder's heart wrenching confession. He never dreamed that he'd be sitting on the floor with this devastatingly beautiful young man and proposing to spend the rest of his life with him. Skinner had desired Mulder for years; he had nothing but the deepest respect for him as a man and as an agent. Mulder exemplified everything he deemed important in a person. He was highly intelligent, honest, held to his principles, didn't bend to outside pressures, the young man stuck to his guns no matter how insurmountable the odds were against him. Skinner's eyes roamed over Mulder's face studying every little detail as he sipped his wine in silence. He loved the mole on Mulder's cheek, it was incredibly sexy and had been highly distracting to him during numerous meetings.

Mulder felt hot. Walter's lust-filled eyes were heating him up with desire for the big man. He needed to strip out of the rest of his clothes. He wanted to feel Walter's hot flesh against his. Mulder finished the rest of his wine and set the glass on the floor off the quilt. He stood and stripped the sweats off slowly, his eyes never leaving Skinner's handsome face. He smiled at the way Skinner licked his lips upon seeing his rampant erection. "You've done this to me, Walter. Just having you look at me makes me hard with want for you," Mulder husked, sinking down on his knees in front of Skinner, he took the wineglass out of the large man's hand and set it next to his. Then he removed Skinner's glasses and set them beside the wineglass. He cupped Skinner's face between his hands and leaned down to kiss him.

Skinner tilted his head slightly as Mulder's lips captured his, opening his mouth he allowed Mulder's tongue to explore. It caressed over his tongue in a mad dance. Skinner wrapped his arms around the young man's warm body and pulled him closer. Mulder's knees pressed against the hard bulge in his sweats, the big man needed to feel the heat of their organs pressed against each other. He pulled his mouth away from Mulder's. "I need . . . I want to feel you against me, Fox."

"Strip for me, G-man," Mulder whispered, leaning back to give him room to pull his pants off.

When he was naked, Skinner rose to his knees and pulled Mulder back over to him until their bodies were press thigh-to-thigh, groin-to-groin, and chest-to-chest. They resumed kissing as they slowly rocked their hips, humping their hard erections together. Skinner smiled against Mulder's mouth as he felt the warmth of the younger man's come splatter between their two bodies, he continued kissing and humping until he came five minutes later.

They sank down on the quilt wrapped in each other arms. Mulder rested his head on Skinner's shoulder and ran his hand over Skinner's chest combing his fingers through the larger man's chest hairs. "That was nice."

"You liked it, Fox?" Skinner asked, kissing the top of Mulder's head.

"Oh yeah, a lot, no one has ever kissed me like that before. You're very good, Walter." Mulder leaned over and tongued the large man's nipples. "When Bill used to kiss me it always felt so dirty, and he didn't taste nearly as good as you do."

Skinner chuckled, the blood rushing back to his sated penis as Mulder continued to lick and suck on his nipples. His cock started to lengthen and plump up. When Mulder's hand found it, it was as hard as a rock again.

"For me? Walter, you shouldn't have and I didn't get you anything," Mulder quipped. Then he met Skinner's eyes in a serious expression. "I want you to fuck me, Walter."

"No. I want you to fuck me first," Skinner growled, reaching for the tube of lubricant that he had brought down from the bathroom and handing it to Mulder. Mulder looked at him stunned, he hadn't fucked another man since Oxford. Bill had to always be on top.

Mulder stood and went over to the sofa, and grabbed a couple of throw pillows. He brought them back and placed them under Skinner's hips. His hands shook as he opened the tube and knelt between Skinner's parted thighs. Just looking down at Skinner selflessly offering his body to him for his personal enjoyment made Mulder hard again. "Have you ever had anal sex you before, Walter?" Mulder asked as he pushed a lubed finger into that incredibly tight opening.

"Never with another man. Sharon and I used to experiment in our younger days," he admitted, pushing back on Mulder's finger. God, it felt good. "I had a male lover in Vietnam, but no one since."

Mulder went to two fingers, carefully stretching the tight orifice. "I don't want to hurt you, Walter. Tell me if I'm hurting you."

"It feels great, Fox."

Mulder smiled warmly down at him and inserted a third finger. "I'm starting to like my first name again. At least how it sounds when you say it." When he felt that the muscles were relax enough he looked around him. "Do you have a condom?"

"I'm clean, Fox, and I know you are from your last check-up. I want to feel your flesh inside me," Skinner said.

"Okay, remember if it hurts tell me," Mulder said, spreading lubricant over his cock. He positioned the large man's legs over his shoulders and the placed his cockhead against Skinner's anus then slowly pushed in. It opened like a blossom. He watched his lover's sweaty face for any discomfort but saw only love and pleasure on his handsome features. As he sank the rest of the way in to the hilt Mulder closed his eyes and relished the feeling of having his organ buried inside such a hot, tight place. He opened his eyes and stared directly into Skinner's as he started to thrust slowly in and out of his body.

Skinner's mouth went dry at the look of love he saw in Mulder's hazel eyes directed at him. The eyes changed color from gold to glittering emerald in the breath of a heartbeat. "So beautiful," he whispered.

Mulder blushed at his words. He concentrated on bringing his lover as much pleasure as he was feeling; he aimed for his prostate with each thrust. Skinner's wanton cry of pleasure, thumped pleasurably over Mulder's soaring heart.

"Oh God, Fox! Harder, babe!" Skinner reached for his cock and started jerking himself off.

Mulder's hand joined Walter's and worked in time with his thrusting. He increased the speed of his thrusts, he closed his eyes as he felt his balls tightening and he started to come inside his lover.

Skinner arched his back as Mulder's orgasm brought him off as well and his milky come pumped out over his and Mulder's hands. He pulled his legs off Mulder's shoulders, and sighed at the sudden empty feeling as the young man withdrew his cock.

Mulder crawled up and cuddled into Skinner's open arms. "Thank you, Walter," he said tiredly.

"Hmm." Skinner held Mulder tightly in his arms as he closed his eyes and started to drift off in a sated slumber.

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Viva Tower
Skinner's apartment
Saturday, November 27, 1999
11:00 p.m.

Skinner opened his eyes and stared down at Mulder sleeping entwined in his arms. His back was beginning to bother him from sleeping on the hard floor and the dry semen made his skin itchy. "Fox, wake up," he said, shaking the younger man.

Mulder slowly opened his eyes. He was momentarily confused and peered up at Skinner, then smiled as the memories came back.

"C'mon, Fox, let's go grab a shower and retire to my bedroom. I'm too old to be sleeping on the floor.

"Okay, but before we go to bed let's eat. I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat in your kitchen?"

"There's still some leftover turkey and stuffing that my mom sent home with us on Thursday."

"That sounds good. Let's take that shower first and then pig out."

Mulder stood and reached down to help Skinner up.

"You don't mind sharing a shower with me?" Skinner asked, looking at the young man intently.

Mulder chuckled. "After what we just did? No I can't say that I mind."

They were playful and affectionate in the shower. Each taking turns washing the other. Skinner turned off the shower and handed Mulder a fluffy, white towel.

Mulder dried himself and looked over at Skinner. "I have to go back to my apartment tomorrow morning."

Skinner's face dropped, he didn't want Mulder to leave. "It is only Sunday. Couldn't you stay and go back Monday morning?"

"Walter, I've been here since Wednesday. I need clothes, and I have to check my email. Why don't you come home with me and bring your suit, you can spend Sunday evening at my place and go to work from there. I do have a bed you know."

"Okay, that sounds fair." Skinner wanted to invite Mulder to move in with him, but he thought that might be too much for Mulder to handle at once.

"C'mon, let's eat," Mulder said, pulling on a terrycloth robe that Skinner had loaned him.

Skinner admired Mulder's long legs, he was hungry, but not for food. "It's nearly midnight, Fox, do you usually eat this late at night?"

"You wore me out, Walter. I need my strength if you want a repeat, besides we only had a late lunch."

As they walked into the kitchen Skinner asked a question that had been bothering him. "Fox, how many cases did you solve while having sex with Patterson?"

"Nine," Mulder replied, opening the refrigerator.

"How many cases did you have during your twenty-seven months in the BSU?"

Mulder thought as he pulled the Tupperware containers out. "Two hundred and eighty-three."

Skinner's eyebrows shot up at the number.

Mulder noticed his expression. "Most of the cases I profiled didn't require me to go into the field. I could easily handle ten or more cases in a month."

Skinner was amazed that Mulder blew that incredible accomplishment off so lightly. If Patterson hadn't fucked with Mulder literally, the young man would have easily risen to the level of Section Chief by now. Skinner shook his head at the waste of an extraordinary mind, not really a waste. No one could accomplish what Mulder did on the X-Files. "Fox, you didn't need Patterson to solve those nine cases. What you needed was a break, some time off. It is obvious to me that you must have been burnt out, it isn't humanly possible to handle that number of cases."

"Walter, can we change the subject? I don't want to talk about Bill or my past right now." Mulder set the sandwich he had made on the counter went to pour himself a glass of milk.

"Sorry, Fox, we'll save it for another time." Skinner sat and watched Mulder speculatively as his lover ate his sandwich. He wondered who killed Patterson. If it was really connected to Patterson's raping Mulder those eleven years ago. Mulder thought it was, but could the agent really be objective? He regretted his promise to assign Mulder to work on Patterson's murder case. He only hoped that it didn't blow up in their faces.

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Nicole's turn!!