BACCARAT PIECE: PETAL ANNEXATION
By Sean Spencer
seans13@hotmail.com
CATEGORY:
VRA
RATING: NC-17 Slash
KEYWORDS: Skinner/Mulder
Slash
WARNING: VERY Loving and Consensual sexual activity between members
of the same sex. But as always, no bad words.
SPOILERS:
None
DISCLAIMER: Walter Skinner and Fox Mulder are the intellectual
properties of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. No infringement
nor copyright is implied in their use in this work of
fiction.
SUMMARY: Missing scene from Baccarat Figurines. Their first
time.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I want to make it absolutely clear that in the
Baccarat universe, Skinner strictly uses his toothbrush for his teeth, not for
bathroom tiles. As I said, the third and fourth seasons don't happen here. No
Avatar (because he's already divorced), no bees. Bathrooms are only for its
facilities, and very occasional romps.
The feedback I got from Baccarat
Figurines was all very encouraging! However, a common thread I noted in the
e-mail was the feeling of hesitant disappointment that the above important issue
was only dealt with in retrospect in Baccarat Figurines II and totally passed
over in Baccarat Figurines I. I thought some privacy of this special moment for
the two characters was called for, but apparently, some of the folks want some
detailed, step by step account. My, you are a rabid lot out there! So while I'm
suffering from writer's block for BFIV, I thought this was a nice exercise to
get my head together for the further domestic misadventures of Mulder and
Skinner.
This is for Marlana, for being so nice, even if she swallowed
some disappointment about the critical missing scene. She was the most vocal of
those who asked about this. It's also for Mangst, Kiyoko, Lezlie and Maija.
For me, this is really an exercise to get the two talking to each other
as suggested by Jackie and Nat.
It would be better if you plowed through
Baccarat Figurines (especially the third chapter) so that you'd get into the
swing of things. You don't need to read Baccarat Figurines II to get what is
going on
here.
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Special Agent Fox Mulder looked uncertainly at his boss and erstwhile new
lover. The AD was dressed in chinos and a madras shirt as he worked on his back
yard. It was a summer day, cooler than it had been yesterday. Skinner had told
him to turn on the sprinkler system in the small front yard. The yard was really
a low-maintenance thing since the cabin was occupied only on weekends. It was
just a small patch of grass at the front and the one out back was not really a
lawn as of yet.
When Mulder returned to the back where the AD was, he
saw the faint but unmistakable outline of Skinner's muscles under the cotton
shirt. The agent felt his face grow hot and fortunately, Skinner didn't see him.
The last 36 hours had been a life-changing turn of events for the agent.
If seven months ago, a fortune teller told him he was going to have an all-out
affair with his boss, his male boss, Mulder would have told that fortune teller
to shove it where the light of day doesn't shine.
But all his thoughts
about himself had undergone a drastic change. Six months ago, Skinner had shoved
his very lubricated fingers up him where the light of day didn't shine and
Mulder had loved it, although back then, he'd tried to deny it. Yesterday
morning, when Mulder had willingly accompanied the AD to this cabin, apparently
his boss' weekend retreat, Skinner had done it again and this time, Mulder was
quite sure that he liked what happened. It was called postillioning, he learned.
Skinner had done it twice yesterday, when he woke up and then before they went
to bed and cuddled.
Then this morning, the AD had shown him what proper
oral sex was like and Mulder felt as though his very heart stopped when he saw
his boss' bald head between his legs. He liked that, too.
So did that
mean he was now seriously gay and he didn't even know it? But if he thought
about it hard enough, what they had done could still be done with a woman. But
he couldn't visualize himself having sex with a woman at the moment. All he
could think of was what the sex with Skinner had been like.
Maybe he was
gay, because just looking at the AD was making his face go all red and not from
embarrassment, either. Mulder shook his head and busied himself with some of the
chores. Why did he work on his yard in chinos and a short sleeved shirt, Mulder
mused as he continued to look at Skinner. He still couldn't figure out the older
man, who seemed quite uptight at work and some aspects of his private life but
seemed to be a very accomplished lover in bed. As it was, Skinner hadn't even
come this whole weekend, although Mulder had felt his rather large erection a
few times yesterday and this morning.
Mulder vaguely knew that he himself
had been in an almost constant state of arousal since he got here. He'd never
felt like this before and it was pleasant but disconcerting. After denying his
body's needs for years, this sudden windfall of coming more than once a day and
not by his own hand, was like a dam released.
"Mul...Fox, can you hand me
the trowel, it's at your feet," Skinner said. Mulder snapped out of his daydream
and gave it to the AD.
"Did you know that there are fifteen varieties of
those flowers?" Mulder blushed again when the words were out of his mouth. It
was so juvenile to show off what he knew, like a kid on a first date.
Wait a minute, I am on a first date, Mulder thought.
"Well, I didn't know," Skinner continued to stab at the earth to loosen it.
"I just grabbed a seed packet from the Safeway and followed directions. I know
nothing about plants. But it makes the cabin look better."
"I don't
really know anything about gardening," Mulder admitted. "It's just that a lot of
useless facts and garbage are in my brain."
"So that's why the last
report you turned in had strange off-topic tangents," Skinner said lightly. He
stood up and saw the brief flicker of hurt that was instantly erased from the
agent's features. "Sorry, Fox, that wasn't fair. I was just teasing. I'm
sorry."
"That's okay," Mulder said mildly. He was caught off-guard by
Skinner's dig about his paperwork. It didn't make matters any better that he'd
slaved away at that report, precisely because he'd been planning to go to the AD
a few days later and tell him exactly how he felt. He slowly turned away and
went back inside, uncertain of what to do.
He saw the large
entertainment system in the living room and fiddled around with it. The agent
remembered that there was a satellite dish on the roof of the cabin and tried
out the channels. He found a documentary about the Highland Games and watched it
with the sound turned up quite loud. What was the use of having a home theater
without making use of the numerous speakers?
Mulder heard Skinner
stomping into the kitchen a half hour later and heard him washing at the sink.
Presently, the television held images of brawny men in skirts lifting large
rocks, mini boulders really, and throwing them into the air. A primitive version
of the shot put.
Skinner went over from the kitchen with a beer in his
hand.
"Want one?" the AD asked. Mulder shook his head. The agent shifted
uncomfortably on the couch as Skinner sat beside him.
"Mulder...I mean,
Fox," Skinner had to talk quite loudly above the din that Mulder had set the
television. The AD grabbed the remote and lowered the volume. "I shouldn't have
said that.about the report you turned in three days ago. It was uncalled for.
I'm new at this. I'm still learning how to separate work from this place,
especially with you here."
Mulder didn't really know what to say. The AD
never apologized to him before. But the sincerity in Skinner's rough voice was
unmistakable. Would it always be like this, if your boss was also your lover?
Awkward moments when work reared its ugly head out here in the cabin?
"I
want to know if it's okay now," Skinner moved closer and was starting to rub the
agent's back.
Damn. Mulder couldn't stop the shiver he felt go through
him as he felt Skinner's warm apologetic strokes through his t-shirt. He really
was in a state of arousal. He felt the beginnings of an erection between his
legs. The light shorts he was wearing didn't hide the fact from the
AD.
"Apology accepted," Mulder said shakily. He could feel himself
leaning against the hand on his back.
"Okay, then let me apologize,"
Skinner drew the agent's face towards him and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
At first, the kisses were just pecks that fell on the side of his mouth or on
his cheek. It was Mulder who first parted his lips and sought for more intense
contact.
The agent felt Skinner snake a hand under his back and put more
of himself into the kiss. Mulder moaned as he felt Skinner's invading tongue in
his mouth. He still was getting used to Skinner's intense well-focused kissing.
Beer sure tasted better in somebody's mouth than when drinking it by
yourself.
Mulder pulled up Skinner's shirt from his trousers and wanted
to feel the older man's bare skin against his hand. He felt the AD's skin
slightly damp from his exertion under the noonday sun. Mulder turned his head
and started kissing the Skinner's neck, noting the pleasant combination of
aftershave and summer sweat.
"Come on upstairs, Fox, let's do this
properly."
Mulder dazedly followed his boss up to the second floor of the
cabin. They continued kissing each other's mouths and faces and necks as they
fell on the bed. Pretty soon, Mulder felt Skinner pushing up his t-shirt and the
agent helped by kicking off the shorts and boxers that Skinner pulled down.
Although the agent was now nude on the bed, his attempts to put the AD
in a similar state were gently rebuffed by Skinner. All Skinner would allow was
Mulder's hand under his shirt.
"No, sir...Walter," Mulder protested. "I
want to feel you." He ineffectually plucked at the buttons of Skinner's
shirt.
"No, Fox, I don't...don't know if I..." Skinner paused as he
bestowed another kiss. "...can stop myself."
"I don't want to stop you
for anything in the world, Walter," Mulder gasped and his back arched as
Skinner's hand brushed his erection lightly at the tip. Mulder realized that it
was true. He suddenly wanted to have Skinner inside of him. He'd never had this
urge before in his life, this sudden overwhelming urge to have a man's penis
inside him. Not just any man's, of course, but Assistant Director Walter
Skinner's. All he wanted now was for Skinner to be as close to him as was
physically possible.
"I...want you, Walter," Mulder repeated as he was
lying back against the pillows. Skinner's broad form was filling his field of
vision from where he lay.
"No, it's too soon!" Skinner finally groaned
as he acknowledged his own overwhelming need. Although he was truly aching by
now for denying himself so many times since yesterday, he still had his doubts
about what Mulder wanted from him. "You're not ready yet,
honey."
"Walter, I really want the whole thing now," Mulder said. "I'm
ready."
Skinner finally paused and stopped the roaming of his hands and
mouth. He saw Mulder's heaving chest, his dilated eyes and the flush of his
cheeks and chest, the prominent erection brushing between them.
"You
sure?" Skinner asked uncertainly. He didn't plan on going this fast at all. He
had vague schemes for another time where they were supposed to do it on a
Saturday night, the right music, lighting, the works.
As it was, the light filtering in the room was the afternoon sun, the bed was
rumpled beyond belief from their morning exertions, the music was nonexistent,
he needed a shower and they would have to go back to DC in a couple of
hours.
"I'm sure," Mulder said with finality. He more than liked what had
happened to him so far in the cabin. He just wanted to have Skinner in the
fullest sense of the word.
Skinner sat up and looked down at Mulder, a
hand caressing the younger man's face. He removed his glasses with the other
hand and put it on the bedside table.
"I want you to know that I don't
want you to feel obligated in this, that you're thinking that I haven't come
yet, that you feel you need to do this for me," Skinner had to set the ground
rules for such an important step for them. He knew he was being too controlling
but in a situation like this, Mulder should know that he was in effect calling
the shots.
"Frankly, I wasn't thinking of you, if you really want to
know," Mulder nervously laughed. Skinner's halting the proceedings abruptly had
fazed him somewhat.
"The moment I hear the word `no', I'm going to
stop," the AD continued with a gentle hand on Mulder's chest. "You
understand?"
The agent nodded. He relaxed at those reassuring words. Just
at that moment, he felt that he could trust Skinner with anything.
"I
told you that all my tests are negative, didn't I?" Skinner was sorry that he
had to be so clinical about this, but he wasn't sure if he had protection in the
cabin. After all, their going here together last Friday night was a spur of the
moment thing. He just grabbed the KY from the medicine cabinet in his Virginia
house, thinking it was for Mulder and not for both of them.
"Yes, you
told me at your house," Mulder couldn't help the note of annoyance creeping into
his voice. Skinner's characteristic caution can sure douse one's mood if you let
it hard enough. "I told you I was negative, too."
"You sure you want to
get on with this?" Skinner repeated.
"YES, Walter!" Mulder impatiently
cried out. He wrestled with the AD and had the older man underneath him in short
order. Mulder heard Skinner chuckle between their kisses as he was now
successfully unbuttoning Skinner's shirt. This was the first time he was
actually going to see the AD's body and he wanted to do so as quickly as
possible. Actually, this was the first time he was going to have a male body so
close for his inspection. One never had this close a view of a man even with all
the naked bodies one saw at the locker rooms. Not that he cared a whit of other
men's bodies, only this particular man's.
Skinner's broad chest was a
sight to behold and Mulder could tell that the AD probably worked out a lot.
Kissing someone's hairy chest was sure different from what he was used to. He
liked the new sensation under his tongue, combined with the salty taste of the
AD's skin. The feel of strong muscles, the bulk of it under his hand was another
difference the younger man had to contend with. Mulder's previous bravado was
now drying up fast in face of the actual uncertainties of what to do. He looked
at Skinner's face, still smiling at him and tentatively licked Skinner's
nipple.
"Oh, Fox, that's good," Skinner sighed encouragingly, lightly
holding Mulder's head to his chest. Meantime, Mulder was hiding his
bewilderment, hopefully with some aplomb. Just how do you suck something so
flat? He hid his inexpertise by continuing to kiss and lick Skinner's nipple.
The unmistakable bulge in Skinner's chinos was renewing Mulder's
curiosity. He trailed his kisses down to Skinner's flat stomach, noting that
there was a faint scar down the middle.
"Vietnam, remember?" Skinner
gasped, seeing Mulder's questioning face. Mulder fumbled with Skinner's belt and
he unbuttoned and unzipped the AD. Skinner's briefs and pants were discarded and
tossed aside.
"You still sure?" Skinner said, showing his body to the
younger man for the first time. He had pushed away Mulder's inquisitive hand,
because he was afraid that he might explode any minute.
Mulder gulped in
apprehension. Skinner was bigger, all right, bigger than he was. Like all males
with an ounce of self-respect, except for porn stars, Mulder thought he was as
big as the next man. Apparently not. The hair that was scattered on Skinner's
chest and trailed down his abdomen had flared at the pubis. The AD's member was
erect, very erect. The large thighs seemed very strong indeed and the calves
were something else.
"Yes, I'm sure," Mulder licked his lips.
Man, he doesn't even know he does that, Skinner thought, mesmerized by
the gleam on Mulder's full lower lip. The younger man's uncertainty now meant he
should take over.
Skinner took Mulder in his arms again and this time,
rolled them so that he was now back on top. Mulder gasped at the strange but not
unpleasant sensation of their genitals touching each other's. He got lost again
in Skinner's kisses, as the older man released all his pent-up desire that had
been raging since the start of this fateful weekend.
Mulder could
vaguely tell in his hazy mind that Skinner was going all out this time; that
what Skinner had shown him yesterday and this morning was nothing compared to
what he was doing now. The suckling of his own nipples was new and the gasps he
emitted were from the strange threads of sensation that seemed to trail like
fire straight to his groin.
So that's how you suck on them, Mulder
thought as he writhed under Skinner's expert mouth. The kissing of his neck and
chest likewise had more pressure behind it and he wriggled as Skinner's hand
strayed into his armpits and was rubbing there quite insistently.
"Uhm,
that tickles," Mulder squirmed again as Skinner unbelievably buried his nose
under his arms. No one had ever sniffed him there either. It was as though the
AD was devouring him and Mulder found he liked it very much. Skinner's hand was
running back and forth over his left hip. Mulder moved a bit so that the older
man's hand would occasionally brush his erection.
"Fox, we don't want
this to be over before it has to," Skinner murmured as he brushed away Mulder's
hand again from his own aching erection. Instead, Mulder caressed the older
man's biceps.
The AD's broad torso, filling up his whole field of
vision, hovering over him and providing the most amazing sensations was too good
to be true. Mulder's back arched off the bed as Skinner finally enclosed his
member into his own hand. This time, Skinner had slicked up his hand with KY and
the wetness and slipperiness of Skinner's digits almost brought him over the
edge.
"Ssshh..." Skinner soothed and he had to stop. Mulder was getting
too excited. "Take a deep breath, Fox."
Mulder paused and followed.
Skinner went back to plain open mouthed kisses and that slowed down the agent
somewhat. When he had the agent slack under him again with desire, the AD knew
it was time to start.
Skinner gathered the scattered pillows at various
points on the big bed.
"Fox, raise your hips," Skinner instructed. Mulder's eyes opened and he
looked at the AD with some bewilderment.
"Should-should I turn over?"
Mulder asked tentatively.
"No, we're doing this a better way," Skinner
forced himself to stop from laughing. It was obvious that Mulder wasn't as well
versed in male to male lovemaking as he thought. This was truly a special day
for both of them. "I want to see your face."
Mulder dubiously did as
instructed. The feeling of apprehension was now combined with feeling awkward
and ridiculous with his hips like this. He didn't know how to position his legs.
But the awkwardness vanished when Skinner pushed back his ankles.
"It's
important you have to be comfortable," the AD said, "especially your legs,
baby."
"It's comfortable," Mulder nodded. He liked it that Skinner used
those terms of endearment so liberally with him. He gasped anew when Skinner's
finger descended to his anus. Now he understood why he was on pillows. His
backside and genitals were completely exposed with his legs apart like this and
his hips elevated. He gasped again and moved his hips when Skinner's other hand
was now on his erection again.
He pushed down as the older man added a
second finger. At least, that was something he knew how to do. The AD's magic
fingers were heating him up again. Mulder's groans filled the room.
The
agent opened his eyes and saw that Skinner was now applying the KY on his own
erection. Skinner smiled reassuringly at him again.
When he felt Skinner's pleasantly heavy frame settle over his body and just
between his legs, Mulder gasped involuntarily. The older man's erection was just
near, so near where it should go.
The agent stiffened.
"Do you
want to stop now?" Skinner asked again. He had to make sure that Mulder was all
right with this every step of the way. Just now, he wasn't so sure.
"It's
okay," Mulder whispered, licking his lips again. He arched his back again when
he felt Skinner's slick thumb gently working on the sensitive vein under his
penis. "I don't want to stop now, Walter."
Skinner rose up again and
Mulder closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt the fingers up his anus again. Then
a few more movements from Skinner as he poised his hips at the proper angle for
penetration.
"Fox, don't grit your teeth, honey," Skinner said, although
he was doing the exact same thing right now so that he wouldn't just plunge
inside. "Take a deep breath through your mouth and release it."
Mulder's
eyes snapped open and he arched again when he felt Skinner's well lubricated
heat enter him.
"You sure, Fox? Want me to pull out?" Skinner just had
his glans inside. It felt incredible, made more incredible by the fact that he
was the first one in this tight virgin space. The AD was beginning to breathe as
heavily as the agent. But the younger man was trembling helplessly underneath
him.
But the anxiety that Mulder was trying to hide and the pain was now
quite plain on his face. The agent's body was stiff as a board and Skinner could
feel the long legs at his sides quivering like the muscles of a race horse.
"Do you want me to get out, Fox?" Skinner asked again, hoping somewhat
selfishly that Mulder felt otherwise.
Finally, Mulder shook his head
quite vehemently.
"I just.need to get.used to you," Mulder shuddered
again, his eyes tightly shut. Skinner was gratified as the agent relaxed again
when the older man stroked the erection between them. It was awkward to supply
kisses to the younger man at this angle, although he needed calming kisses just
now.
"Walter..."
"You ready?" Skinner asked gently. The agent
nodded.
There were more of the gritted teeth and moans as Mulder was
opened to Skinner inch by inch. Once Skinner was plunged fully inside, he
stopped again.
"I'm sorry, honey," Skinner apologized. He could now reach
Mulder's face with his mouth and showered reassuring kisses on the
agent.
Mulder tried to squirm but the heavy weight of the AD, plus the
thick pain/pleasure sensation in his backside made it impossible. However, being
in Skinner's arms and the heated tongue in his mouth was banishing much of the
previous pain.
Because of Mulder's legs with his feet still on the bed,
Skinner couldn't go as deep as he preferred but for now, especially this first
time, it should be enough for the younger man.
"Aaaaah..." Mulder was
caught by surprise at Skinner's slow partial withdrawal. He never felt anything
so pleasurable in his life. Skinner was gratified to hear the change in tone of
Mulder's moan.
"It's even better if you.try to.push me out every.time I
thrust away, honey," Skinner murmured. God, Fox was so tight. "You got that,
don't push when I push back into you."
Skinner relished the
transformation of the agent's face. Mulder's eyes were closed as his open mouth
emitted small whimpers as he tried to follow Skinner's whispered expert
instructions. The AD still had his hand between them and was continuing to
stimulate the agent's member. Anterior and posterior areas of stimulation were
starting to blend into one amazing mind-blowing sensation. Each second had to be
complete pleasure for the agent if Skinner was going to want to do this again in
the future.
The previous painful tremblings of the younger man were now
shudderings as delight was transforming his body. As Skinner's slow thrusting
became rhythmic, Mulder found his hips even lifting off the pillow to meet each
and every penetration.
"You okay, honey?" Skinner gasped, although it was
quite evident that everything was indeed very much okay now. Mulder couldn't
even nod. His world was presently reduced to Skinner's penis which was filling
him up, Skinner's sweaty intoxicating smell in arousal, Skinner's low grunts at
each thrust. When he opened his eyes, Mulder could see that Skinner's true face
was finally revealed to him.
The AD's face was finally distorted in a
grimace of pleasure; the controlling AD mask was gone. His nostrils were
flaring, his eyes completely shut, his lips parted, beads of sweat standing on
his forehead and bald head. Mulder realized that Skinner was like this because
they were together in the truest sense of the word and the younger man's delight
in his body's sensations was quadrupled with the evident delight Skinner was
getting out of this.
Mulder felt his hands straying to Skinner's broad
shoulders as he wanted to ride and float away on the rhythm their bodies were
dancing.
"Walter!" Mulder gasped and moaned when he felt his orgasm
looming. His hips snapped off the now sweaty pillows as he shook and shook at
the force of his body's release. His hands clutched Skinner's shoulders tightly
to him. Skinner started when he heard Mulder actually scream.
"Oh, baby,"
Skinner breathed as he felt the sudden telltale wetness between them. He stopped
his own hips' thrusting as he held Mulder through his shuddering. Then Skinner
couldn't hold out anymore and his own thrusts became erratic in response.
"Fox!"
Mulder shuddered again with finality when he felt Skinner's member
seemingly release a warm, no hot, wetness within him. They then collapsed into
each other's arms.
...........
The aftermath of what they had done was finally sinking
into Mulder. As he went to the bathroom and later took a shower, his backside
was beginning to more than ache. He went back into the bedroom to get his
clothes from his bag and Skinner didn't miss the younger man's grimace when he
put on a crisp pair of boxers.
The bed was now stripped of its sheets.
Earlier, Skinner was surprised and dismayed at the faint streaks of blood that
had appeared on the sheets once they had pulled apart.
"You okay?"
Skinner asked again. He just came in from downstairs where he just finished
cleaning. They were supposed to leave within a few minutes, to go back to
DC.
"Yeah, I told you I'm okay," Mulder said. It was funny how the AD
kept asking how he was. But it did give him a nice warm feeling inside. Mulder
got dressed and smiled at the older man, the first genuine happy smile Skinner
ever saw on his face.
Skinner felt his heart leap as he realized that
he'd fallen in love.
END OF BACCARAT PIECE: PETAL
ANNEXATION
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"A beacon in the night."
Mulder in reference to Skinner
Nisei
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