r5-Nicole-p2
Fairfax, Virginia
Monday, November 29, 1999
10:30 p.m.Mulder looked at the room and frowned. "I can't believe I am going to stay here."
Walter looked about and set one of Mulder's bags down. "Why, it's nice." He looked over the comfortable room, with its plush couch and Lazy-Boy chair, both in shades of off-white. There was a large television screen and the carpeting, while on the older side, was still clean and springy. "It's clean, it's warm and you have a huge bathroom….king size bed too."
Mulder smiled as Walter elbowed him. "It's not the place. It's just that I can't believe I am actually running to a safehouse. I have been in tighter spots than this...I've been stalked before and I stayed on the case. I didn't hide like some nervous rabbit." He dropped his bag beside the one Skinner had dropped and walked to the window. The view overlooked a neighborhood park. Quiet now, it would in the day be filled with playing, shrieking children, Mulder knew.
"Mulder have you ever been this rattled by a case? Have you? Have you ever had panic attacks?" Skinner growled softly, restraining his frustration at the situation.
"You don't have to remind me. Scully must think I am some wimp now. So must you." He wouldn't look at Walter as the older man stepped closer.
Ever mindful of the other agents doing last minute checks, Skinner didn't wrap his arms about Mulder as he longed to. "Mulder, you went through a lot in your past with Patterson. Even you can't be expected to fight every battle alone. Fox, you won't be here long…and you won't be here alone."
Mulder looked up, his face a perfect melange of pleasure and self-disgust. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I have taken a week off. I have a lot of vacation. Like you, I don't take it often enough and it keeps rolling over. Pretty soon I won't be given the choice to take it. They'll just give me the pay and that will be it. So I took a week. If this takes that long, I want to be here with you. If it takes longer, I'll take more vacation." He stared into Mulder's eyes. The eyes of a haunted, brilliant man. The color was changeable, mercurial like their owner.
Mulder smiled. "Oh, now that is different," he chuckled. "So it is a pleasure vacation for me? Do I get to scream as loud as you did?"
Skinner flushed a deep crimson and Mulder laughed out loud. The last agent in the house looked at the two with a bit of concern. He walked over to the two chuckling men, the big AD was still bright red and Agent Panis wondered what could possibly have made the stoic man blush. His mind skimmed over the possibilities, never once coming close to the truth. "Sir," he coughed discretely, directing his statement to Skinner. "Sir, everything is set. Did you want me to bring in the rest of your things?"
Mulder shook his head in amazement. He hadn't paid any attention to the goings on around him after Skinner had woken him from his deep sleep to tell him that it was time to leave. He had dressed, held the bag Skinner handed him and let himself be led to the elevator and then the car. He hadn't even noticed really that Skinner had brought baggage, too. He remained silent as Skinner declined the offer and walked out with Agent Panis. Alone, Mulder began to wander about the room. There was a TV Guide on one of the glass table beside the Lay-Z Boy. Magazines on the coffee table, plenty of books in a large bookshelf, but it was dreary. He knew it was simply because he was forced to stay here not really anything to do with the place itself. Still, if Walter was staying than he could at least have some fun. He grinned and thought about what kind of fun he could get into. That body was enough to make a grown man cry…that cock…Jesus he could suck it forever. He raised a brow at his thoughts. Perhaps he wouldn't *suck* it forever. It was funny to him that he wasn't even the slightest bit hesitant about sex with Walter. Shit as soon as they were alone he thought he might just have to jump the big guy. Oh Walter would protest all right. They would have to "get things organized" Mulder was sure his superior would insist, but Mulder had no intention of spending the first few hours of his prison sentence organizing. He would just have to seduce him. That image made him smile again and when Walter came back in carrying a large duffel bag and a smaller bag he gave Mulder a wary glance.
"Why are you grinning like the cat who swallowed the cream?" Skinner asked as he moved closer. "I think we should organ…" Mulder laughter startled him. "What?" he asked trying to look imposing.
"Interesting choice of words," Mulder purred. "Are we alone?"
Skinner nodded. "Yes we are. Why was it an interesting choice of words?"
Mulder just licked his lips and moved toward Walter with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You were going to take those bags to the bedroom right?"
Skinner cleared his throat. "Yes, I was. Some of these things will wrinkle if…" His words were cut off as Mulder's mouth covered his and his hot tongue dallied between Walter's lips.
"I think they'll survive," Mulder urged. "Let me help you with them." He grabbed the smaller bag from a stunned and flushed Walter and went into the bedroom leaving Walter to follow.
Skinner found himself eyeing Mulder from behind as he followed him, eyes travelling to that round ass and those long legs. He wanted to have those legs wrapped around his head and his face buried between those ripe cheeks. He had always been an oral man and the image of rimming Mulder while Mulder begged to be fucked was one that had kept him hard many a long night. He could barely keep his breathing steady as Mulder grinned over his shoulder at him. He wants it, Skinner thought and that was enough to make him groan. His erection wasn't just a bulge in his pants; it felt like the fucking Empire State building. But what if he hurt Mulder? He was big; Mulder hadn't exactly been spreading his legs for anyone. Maybe Mulder would want to be on top again. Though that thought had its own little thrills, he wanted to be deep inside Mulder when he came…when they both came. He'd make Mulder scream over and over again. He wasn't exactly a novice at male to male sex…he knew how to make another man beg and cry and scratch. The idea of doing those things, those intensely sexual things to Mulder made him moan again.
He blinked in surprise as Mulder took the bag from him. He hadn't even known they had reached the bedroom. Mulder was grinning again, a self-satisfied look. The scamp was probably inwardly crowing at having rocked his boss off his solid stoop, Walter mused with a scowl.
"Why the face?" Mulder purred as he ran his hands up and down Walter's chest. He knew he was acting a bit wanton, but he didn't give a good goddamn. He felt a need that he had thought long-forgotten, a need to be filled, to be fucked raw. He felt his anus clench in anticipation and the flush on his cheeks burned. He slid closer still to Walter, his nipples sensitive to the friction of the pressure of Walter's chest against his. "Why are you frowning?"
Walter stopped thinking as Mulder's body pressed up against his. None of his earlier objections made any sense and with a groan he wrapped his arms tight about Mulder's waist. He pulled Mulder up and nearly off his feet, kissing him fiercely. Mulder might have started this, but he was going to finish it. He growled as a small whimper of delight escaped Mulder's throat at the sudden fierceness with which Skinner grabbed him. Without much effort Skinner pushed Mulder back and onto the bed. He bent to grab under Mulder's hips and manipulated Mulder's body into a more convenient location, ass on the edge of the bed, long legs parted and hanging off the side. Once he was satisfied with Mulder's position he lay himself on top of that body that had driven him crazy for over a decade.
Mulder was trembling with excitement at being manhandled so surely. It wasn't a fantasy of his really, but that Skinner was finally taking some control was almost too hot. Skinner was so gentle, so usually compliant to Mulder's every suggestive touch that having him spread Mulder's legs just so, place Mulder's arms above his head in just the right splayed position made Mulder want to beg for Skinner to take him. But, Skinner's mouth was sucking on his own, devouring him, sucking his tongue avidly, twirling the tip of his tongue over Mulder's in a parody of giving head. Mulder's body was a simple series of excited neurons, all firing at once, all centered in his groin.
He gasped in pleasure when Skinner released his mouth only to tear Mulder's shirt off with one large hand. The look of intense pleasure on Skinner's face as he stared at Mulder, shirtless and breathless made Mulder want to purr. He moved his hips up against Skinner, in invitation. Skinner lowered his mouth and licked at Mulder's right nipple. Mulder arched into the wet heat, tossing his head as the scrape of teeth caught the tender flesh, pulling at it, stretching it, sucking it in greedily. After endless torture Skinner left the first nipple only to start again on the other. Wet licks, biting, sucking, all until Mulder was giving open mouthed gasps and humping up against the bigger, muscular body above.
Skinner lifted his head to stare down at his agent. "You want it, don't you?"
Mulder could barely decipher what Skinner was saying, but the way Skinner was suddenly rubbing his cock against Mulder's was a clear request. He nodded.
"Say it." Skinner bent and kissed Mulder almost roughly, sliding one hand behind Mulder's head to raise his head up, allowing Skinner to feed as deeply in that hot cavity as deeply as he liked. With his free hand he ripped at Mulder's waistband. Mulder didn't even feel the pain of the cutting fabric; he was too far-gone. Skinner was growling, ripping at his clothes, kissing him so deeply that Mulder could barely breathe...he almost came right then. Somehow, with the sound of expensive fabric being torn, a victim of lust, Mulder found himself nude under his fully dressed superior.
"Take me...with your clothes on," Mulder begged. "F...fuck me...hard with your clothes on. I want...oh..." He was stopped from continuing as Skinner big hand found the juncture of his thighs, the hot center of him. His balls were squeezed gently while Skinner resumed kissing him. Mulder slid his head back and forth wanting that mouth everywhere on him, but Skinner kept following Mulder's mouth and sucking in the full lips, the tongue. Mulder cried out again when his cock was fisted, not as gently as his balls had been handled. His legs spread wide, eager for more. "Yeah," he whispered, on overload as a big thumb polished the tip of his wet cock.
"I want to eat you alive," Skinner growled, lust the major component of his tone.
Mulder wanted nothing more than to be eaten alive, to dissolve on Skinner's tongue like buttered candy. His eyes moved restlessly over the frame above him. "Please," he whispered.
Skinner trailed kisses down Mulder's chest and belly, nipping at the taut skin. He licked at the hair that grew in a narrow line leading to the thicker pubic hair. A treasure trail, Skinner mused. But when his chin touched the wet tip of Mulder's erection the smile faded. He couldn't wait anymore. He slid down and took the silken head in his mouth. Mulder's cock. In his mouth. It was almost too much. Too good. Mulder's legs parted even further and he was making incoherent sounds. When Mulder raised his hips in an invitation for Skinner to move lower the big man lost all the control he was desperately clinging to. He pushed Mulder's legs up in a quick, rough motion, almost missing the look of excitement on Mulder's face at the roughness. Almost. Mulder wanted it rough. God he wanted to give it to him, but he wouldn't hurt him. Couldn't. His mouth lowered between the round cheeks, lapping down the deep crack until his tongue touched the small rosebud anus. He bit it gently and Mulder screamed as orgasm took him. Skinner grinned, more than pleased at Mulder's responsiveness. He raised his head, "That's one."
***
Armando watched the man as he bid his friends goodnight and smiled as the young man checked the traffic before stepping into the street. The man was tall, slender, young…as young surely as Fox had been when he had first seen him, and beautiful. It was too unfortunate that humans aged so quickly. But in his Fox's case at least his uncle had been correct, Fox had only gotten more delicious. This man though, he would probably only have a precious few years of beauty, but that was just as well. He would die this night. It was best that this pretty thing would die without ever knowing life after beauty. He would die in pleasure though.
Armando fell in step alongside his young prey. The man looked at him warily, but still a friendly smile came to the pretty lips. "Hey."
Hey," Armando replied. "I want to show you something."
The friendly smile vanished and the blue eyes narrowed. "I'm not into guys, man, I am strictly for the ladies, so I don't want to see whatever it is you're talking about."
"Really?" Armando whispered, staring into those almond shaped eyes, willing him to submit to the pleasure of his kind. Already he was stroking the pleasure centers in the man's brain, subtly for now. He resisted the hunger that made him want to go deeper into the man's mind and suck up every electric impulse, the power of life, that which sustained his kind. He was so hungry, but he wouldn't let such a tender morsel die before he could spend the other hunger that pulsed in his groin. He knew the young one would be sweet, tight and eager. "Don't you think you should come with me?" he said softly.
The man nodded slowly.
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Eli it is all yours!