By Sean Spencer

seans13@hotmail.com

CATEGORY: VRH

RATING: NC-17

KEYWORDS: Mulder/Skinner Slash

SUMMARY: Mulder leaves a bizarre trail of tropical fruit at the Hoover.

DISCLAIMER: Fox Mulder, Walter Skinner and Dana Scully are the properties of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. Copyright infringement is not intended or implied in their use in this work of fiction.

Thanks to Kiyoko for fruit info.

For Josh.

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The lazy pace of a Sunday afternoon was reinforced by the quiet. They were in the back porch of the cabin. Skinner was unraveling the tangled fishing lines while Mulder was intently reading something.

"Walter, have you ever had mangoes?"

"Hm?"

"Mangoes," Mulder repeated.

Skinner didn't look up from his intricate work of untangling.

"Yes, years ago," Skinner said, squinting in concentration.

"What do they taste like?"

"Very good, succulent, sweet. And don't think that the mangoes in the supermarket can compare to the ones I'm talking about. Philippines mangoes are the best."

Silence again reigned as Skinner untangled while Mulder read. The agent was flipping the pages of his book and when Skinner glanced up, he saw that it was a picture book. Most likely it was one about crop circles again.

Mulder suddenly snapped the book shut and sat up on the couch. Skinner heard him go back into the cabin and after a while, Mulder's head stuck out of the door.

"I'm going to the Safeway, Walter," Mulder announced. "Want anything?"

"Now?" Skinner asked. It was Sunday afternoon. It was lunacy to buy anything since they were going to leave early tomorrow morning. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I'm going to look for mangoes."

Skinner started. What's this obsession with mangoes all of a sudden? Fox looking for fruit?

"Fox, you won't find the Philippines ones anywhere. All you'll find are those humongous Florida mangoes that can't compare to the real thing."

"But the Florida mangoes also have seeds, don't they?" Mulder asked with a frown.

"Well--yes."

"All I want are the seeds anyway."

Before Skinner could say anything else, Mulder approached him and kissed the top of his bald head and left. A minute later, Skinner heard the agent's car leave the driveway.

Now this was getting bizarre. Mango seeds? But Skinner couldn't imagine why his lover was on the lookout for those. Was he intending to plant mango seeds? Or did this former New Englander have the impression that mango seeds can take the place of sunflower seeds? Skinner refused to dwell on it and continued on with his fishing tackle.

Mulder came back promptly within twenty minutes. By that time, the fishing lines were as good as new. Skinner washed his hands at the kitchen sink, turning a bland face at the pile of mangoes spilling from the Safeway paper bag. Mulder had upended it on the kitchen table. He had the chopping board and the knife ready.

"Here, let me," Skinner swiftly grabbed the knife from Mulder and proceeded to show him how to slice the fruit. It was very, very rare for Skinner to be showing Mulder how to handle food and he was relishing it. The AD hearkened back to his Marine days as he skillfully handled the mango. Once he had the flesh peeled and sliced, he gave a sample to the younger man and popped one into his own mouth.

"Well, what do you think?" Skinner asked through his mouthful of the fruit. His brow creased when he saw Mulder looking at the seed with intense concentration.

"Uh, it's good, Walter," Mulder said distractedly. He was still holding the seed close to his face. "But this is too big to put in anyone's mouth!"

"Well, yes, it's an Indian mango, what do you think?" Skinner affectionately ruffled his lover's hair. "There are different sizes to mangoes and the good ones are smaller and bruise easily. You never see the best ones here because they don't transport well."

Mulder shrugged. "I'll just have to look for a smaller seed then."

The younger man continued slicing away at the bag of fruit.

On the dinner table that night, there was mango and shrimp salad, stir-fried mango chicken with almonds and mango ice cream. Although each dish was outstanding, it was a teensy bit monotonous despite Skinner's professing that he liked the fruit. And all the seeds were put in a clean container and placed in the refrigerator. Mulder said he was taking it back to his apartment tomorrow.

By the time they collapsed into bed and made love, they had the lingering taste of mangoes on their tongues and faces. And early Monday morning, they parted ways and resumed their lives of pretending not to know each other more than they did.

On Tuesday, Skinner was passing by Kim on his way out of his office. He did a double take when he saw three Mason jars on her desk.

"Oh, sir," Kim laughed. "Mango chutney. Agent Mulder's giving them away. All the secretaries have at least one jar. He said he's trying to get rid of his bushel's worth of mangoes."

Skinner walked down the halls of the Hoover, musing about Mulder's current obsession.

"Fox, what is it with you and mangoes?" Skinner asked that night when he called to catch up on his lover's day. With no pending case out of town, Mulder was clearly up to some mischief.

"I told you I needed the seeds," Mulder replied. "Can you call back later? The sugar's gonna boil over!"

The phone was abruptly shut off and Skinner looked at his handset in annoyance.

On Wednesday, Kim had jars of mango jam. She was very pleased with another of Mulder's creations.

"The chutney was very good, sir," she commented with a straight face.

"Agent Mulder still with his mangoes?" Skinner tried to sound disinterested, but he was dying with curiosity about this. Kim nodded and plopped one bottle of jam onto his hand. By the time Skinner rushed home that night, he didn't waste time in calling Mulder.

"I'm learning all there is to know about mangoes," Mulder blandly stated. No further elaboration was made and Skinner continued to be mystified.

On Thursday, Skinner overheard Scully in the hallway complaining to her partner that she wasn't going to add another slice of mango to her salad.

"But Scully, I still have a ton of mangoes at home," Mulder's voice receded as the elevator door closed on the two partners.

By Friday, Skinner was chomping at the bit. There seemed to be no trace of mangoes anywhere, but he was sure Mulder was planning something. Skinner formed elaborate scenarios on how to get Mulder to reveal what he was doing with the exotic fruit.

If all else fails, Skinner grimly thought, I'm going to tickle it out of him at the cabin.

Skinner set out for the long drive that night. When he got to their weekend hideaway, there was still no sign of his lover.

"Walter, don't wait up for me," Mulder called at ten that night. "I'm going to be very late. Scully and I have a fresh lead in the Buerk disappearance. We'll check it out."

At midnight, Skinner called it quits waiting up for his lover. He was aware that Mulder crawled into bed sometime that night. But in the morning, Skinner wasn't prepared at what came to pass.

Mulder stirred awake in his arms at morning's light. Before Skinner could start a mango interrogation, he was overwhelmed when Mulder became a man possessed. The older man lay back stunned as the agent was all over him.

Mulder practically ripped Skinner's T-shirt in his effort to pull it off the older man. Skinner moaned as he was taken unawares by Mulder's mouth. The rasp of his lover's morning beard was arousing over his own bearded face. The agent's hot tongue lapped down his neck and onto his chest, eliciting a gasp from Skinner at the nibble over his nipple.

"Like that, Walter?" Mulder paused and teased.

The AD was surprised at Mulder's easy strength. Somehow, Skinner couldn't struggle to sit up and when Mulder's mouth went lower down, Skinner was lost. Once his pajama bottoms were divested from him, the older man lay back and gave himself up to sensation.

"Fox..." Skinner couldn't believe it was happening. The hot wet mouth strayed teasingly only for a moment at his inner thighs. All Skinner was aware of was the light tongue going in ever narrowing circles, first at his scrotum, then at the sides of his shaft.

The AD repeated Mulder's name over and over, and he was rewarded by increased sucking. Skinner's breath caught in his throat when he felt the gentle engulfment of moist heat around his testicle. He couldn't believe how much he was leaking.

When the agent finally had him in his mouth, Skinner couldn't help it. He was slightly embarrassed by the irresistible need to have Mulder take all of him. His hands entangled in his lover's hair as his hips arched against the younger man's face. But this time, Mulder had no trouble. Skinner was amazed at the way Mulder's throat relaxed and no signs of gagging were apparent.

"This is...great..." Skinner panted. He looked down and the younger man and only found a happy expression in his lover's eyes. The AD tried not to move his hips too much but the enticing sensations were too overwhelming. Mulder lush mouth was accommodating him more than adequately.

Skinner felt his toes curling as pleasure peaked and ebbed with his lover's mouth. He curled up his hands into fists. He didn't want to force Mulder to take in more of him than he could.

"Oh, baby," Skinner gasped anew. The younger man was lapping lightly at the corona then abruptly increased the pressure of his suckling. Skinner felt his hips bucking into rhythm and Mulder was able to keep up with the ancient dance.

When Mulder gently massaged his testicle again, it became too much for Skinner. The AD gave himself up to pure pleasure and he cried out as he climaxed. It was as though he shot unendingly into Mulder's hot mouth and it was heaven.

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The spent AD flopped down on the bed. He was all sweaty and sticky. But he was too replete to move.

Skinner's chest was still heaving when Mulder crawled up to him and settled over him. The agent had a big grin on his face, like a cat that ate the canary. The glistening corners of the younger man's mouth were a testament to what had transpired.

"I like it when you lose control," the agent purred mischievously and snuggled even closer. Mulder smelled and tasted of Skinner's come. The older man felt his lover's erection against his own belly, but as of now, he couldn't do anything about it.

The AD's gasps subsided to heavy breathing as his heart rate slowed down.

"So I guess the research paid off, huh?" was the next cryptic statement.

"Research?"

"The mango research."

The younger man crawled over to his side of the bed and Skinner heard him fumbling with the nightstand drawer. The next thing he knew, Skinner had a well-thumbed book in his hands. The AD scrunched up his eyes and was able to make out the title of a well-known historic masterpiece.

Mulder said lazily, "I knew I wasn't any good with oral sex last time, but you were too polite to say so. You got off but only after my jaws were aching. It's one thing to watch all those tapes and quite another to put it into practice. So I went back to the classics. It's all right in there."

Mulder took the book from the AD's hand and turned it to the appropriate page. He handed the book back to Skinner. The AD squinted as he read the short passage once his vision cleared.

"That's what you've been doing the whole week?"

"Yup."

"Looked for mangoes all over town?"

"Yup." Mulder had a wide self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Cut out the seeds? And practiced on them?"

"Yup."

Skinner promised himself he would tickle the mango mystery out of Mulder as a last resort. Now, he already had the information. But the tickling part was too good to pass up. He pounced on the younger man and tickled away.

After a few strategic pokes and once Mulder was tormented to howls of laughter, Skinner stopped as abruptly as he began. The AD looked down between them.

"Ooohh, someone needs help getting hard again...But who needs mangoes when I've got the real thing to practice on?"

END BACCARAT PIECE: A CLASSICAL EDUCATION

When, in the same way, he puts the half of it into his mouth, and forcibly kisses and sucks it, this is called `sucking a mango fruit'.

Kama Sutra, part 2 Chapter 9

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"A beacon in the night."

Mulder in reference to Skinner

Nisei

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