Payback, by A. Nonny
Mouse. Rated X. NO MINORS ALLOWED.
Special Agent Fox Mulder looked around the silent, empty outer office
leading into Director Skinner's inner sanctum and repressed a shiver. It wasn't
like Skinner to schedule meetings after hours, not unless there was a real
threat to the X-Files, or him, or Scully. And the summons had been unusual too,
an email message, short, terse, to the point. "My
office.
So. Here he was.
The AD wasn't behind his desk, where he usually sat. He wasn't anywhere
in the office, in fact. Mulder looked around suspiciously, then
whipped his head to the right as he heard the far door open. Skinner came
through, holding a small plastic sack in one hand. His suit jacket was off, his
sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. 'Looks like a long day at the office,' Mulder
thought to himself, before he opened his mouth to ask about the contents of the
bag. To his complete shock, Skinner stopped in front of him and raised a broad
palm to cover his mouth.
"Don't say anything, Mulder."
Mulder nodded over the restraining hand, eyes wide and dark in the
subdued lighting. Skinner nodded satisfaction, then dropped his hand and moved
around Mulder. The younger man turned to follow his actions, and one eyebrow
climbed as he saw Skinner decisively deadbolt the door. Then the AD turned and
leaned against it, studying his favorite and most irritating agent.
"We're at a crisis point, Agent Mulder." The other man started
to speak, and Skinner raised his hand for silence. Curiosity made Mulder stay
silent. "If I'm going to keep the X Files open, I'm going to have to put
my ass on the line for you. Again." He started forward,
dropping the bag silently to the floor as he moved to stand in front of Mulder.
Fox was momentarily surprised. He tended to forget just how damned *big*
Skinner was.
"For three years I've been fighting for you, for that division. Putting myself in a very precarious position in order to keep you
in business." Skinner was pressing forward now, pushing Mulder back
with his body. Mulder gave ground, unsure of what was coming. "And in
return, what do I get from you? Attitude. Insubordination. Anger." Each
word was punctuated by another step, until Mulder felt the edge of Skinner's
desk pressing against the back of his thighs. Unable to retreat any further, he
leaned away as Skinner leaned into him.
"You go off half cocked and I have to clean up your messes. Have to
deal with that smoking sonovabitch. And all you do is
bitch about getting reamed by me." Their faces were an inch apart.
Skinner's breath felt cool on Mulder's face. His boss
was so close he could see the edges of his pupils, where the black blended into
the iris. He gulped. "It's about damned time I got something back on this
deal, Mulder. What are you willing to do for me, for a change? How badly do you
want to keep the X Files open?"
"What do you want from me, sir?" His voice was shakier than he
would have liked, but the pressure of Skinner's legs against his, the way his
chest was brushing against his own, was doing unusual things to his system. His
skin was flushing, he was sweating lightly, his blood pressure was soaring and
his throat felt tight.
Skinner stepped back two paces, and Mulder nearly gasped for air.
"Take off your clothes."
Mulder lost the breath he'd just taken. "Hunh?"
"It's time you learned what a reaming really is, Agent Mulder. You
have two choices. Leave now, and I won't have to run
up against those bastards again. My life will be much simpler. Your division
will be closed down. I won't have to put my ass in a sling for the X Files, and
you, any longer. Or take off your clothes."
Mulder looked at him for a heartbeat in complete shock. Skinner looked
back calmly, his arms crossed over his chest, the impassivity of his expression
belied by the almost feverish brightness of his eyes. The younger man
swallowed, heavily, then raised shaking hands to his
tie. With Skinner's dark eyes following every movement, he awkwardly slipped
out of his jacket, then toed off his shoes. He pulled
at the buttons of his shirt, catching a cuff when he tried to take it off,
feeling foolish. Skinner didn't make a sound, just watched him.
Mulder reached for his belt. He paused for a moment, looking quickly up
at his boss, and Skinner inclined his head as if to ask him what he was waiting
for. Mulder dropped his eyes, and shucked his slacks. Folding them neatly over
the jacket, he took a deep breath and reached over to pull off his socks,
dropping them into his shoes.
As he straightened, Skinner said softly, "All your clothes, Agent
Mulder." Mulder couldn't look at him, could only feel the blush burning
across his chest, up his throat, into his face. He hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of his boxers and quickly slid them down and off,
knowing if he actually thought about this he'd never be able to do it. When he
was completely naked, he stood in front of Skinner, wondering what was next,
staring at the carpet.
Skinner stepped forward again, reaching out and raising Mulder's chin with two fingers. Mulder looked at him then,
eyes huge in his flushed face. Skinner nodded approval. "Now take off
mine." Mulder started to shake his head and the fingers clamped around his
chin. "You either cooperate fully in this, Agent Mulder, or leave. Now."
Fox gulped again, and took an even deeper breath. At this rate he'd
hyperventilate before anything actually happened, not a bad ending to this
scenario. He thought of how much was riding on this particular performance, and
decided to at least try to get into it. It would be a night for firsts. A
thought struck him and he blurted it out, his hands stilling on the knot at
Skinner's throat.
"You'd better not be an alien! You morph into something that bleeds
green and I'm outta here!"
Skinner almost laughed. "Just shut up and strip me."
Mulder looked hard at his boss, then got back to
the task at hand. As he fumbled with the buttons on Skinner's shirt and worked
his way down to his zipper, the AD took the opportunity to get a good long look
at his agent. Mulder was better built than he'd thought, seeing him in those
loose pants. Broad shoulders, excellent abs, big cock and balls, soft now but
he'd take care of that. Great legs. Even
had nice feet. And when he'd bent to put his socks down he'd noticed
that he had a magnificent back and ass. He'd always admired the strong features
and sensual mouth, and he was looking forward to tasting that bottom lip. And
his eyes ... right now they were huge. 'He looks so young,' Skinner mused, then
reached over and twisted one brown nipple.
Mulder jumped, and his hands fell away. He couldn't get very far back,
because Skinner had his tit in a vice, and the older man used it as a handle to
bring him back. Mulder's nipples had always been very
sensitive, and he felt himself lean into the fingers gripping his flesh.
Skinner dropped his hand, and gestured at the trousers puddled
around his ankles and the briefs enclosing an already impressive erection.
Mulder slowly knelt in front of Skinner and lifted each foot in turn, pulling
off the pants, taking the shoes with him. He peeled off Skinner's socks, then eyed his shorts. Now what the fuck was he supposed to
do?
Skinner sighed impatiently, and Mulder licked his lips. 'Might as well
get it over with,' he thought with a mental shrug. Slipping his fingertips over
the top of the tight briefs, he had to struggle for a moment to untangle
Skinner's cock from the material. As he was shifting the hard column of flesh,
he couldn't help glancing up at his boss' face. The other man was watching him,
not making any movement or sound, but a flush was spreading across his cheeks
and his breathing was beginning to alter. Mulder looked down to his task again.
As he pushed the briefs off and turned to put them with the rest of the
clothing, Skinner shifted. When Mulder turned back around, Skinner's cock was
literally in his face. Reacting instinctively, he opened his mouth to say
something, anything. Skinner took advantage of the situation and grabbed Mulder
by the face, hands on either side of his jaw, forcing his mouth wider. Tilting
his hips, he pushed the head of his cock between those full lips, filling his
mouth before he could pull back. Mulder, off balance, caught hold of Skinner's
thighs to keep himself from falling.
Skinner buried one hand in Mulder's thick hair,
using his fist to set the pace. He began to slowly move in and out, rubbing the
head of his cock against the hard velvet of Mulder's
palate, taking shallow thrusts to get the other man used to the concept.
"Perfect," he breathed, thinking 'On his knees in front of me with my
cock down his throat. Why didn't I think of this sooner? It's one way to shut
him up!'
Mulder flexed his hands against Skinner's quads, the fingers tangled in
his hair bringing tears to the back of his eyes, the utterly unaccustomed taste
of semen on his tongue. He felt out of control, helpless, and he was trying to
ignore how much he was enjoying the experience. Skinner began to thrust deeper,
and Mulder instinctively relaxed his throat, trying not to gag as he took in
all of Skinner's warm, salty meat. The AD's balls
were slapping against his chin with each thrust, and he found himself thankful
that, while he was wide, Skinner wasn't inordinately long. On the other hand,
if he was going to get fucked tonight, wide might not be so good ... his
thoughts were interrupted when Skinner abruptly pulled out and pulled him to
his feet, his hand still wrapped in Mulder's hair.
Mulder arched back, trying to ease the pressure on his scalp, and Skinner
leaned forward, licking and biting at his throat. Mulder felt the hard length
of Skinner's cock pressing into him, wet from his own mouth, and his cock began
to harden in response. Skinner pulled his head down to his own, their mouths
meeting, Skinner pushing his tongue deeply into Mulder's
mouth to taste the essence of his cum along Mulder's
tongue.
Without warning, Skinner wrenched his hand from Mulder's
hair and spun him around. Mulder fell to his knees, throwing his arms out to
catch himself, wondering what the fuck was going on. Before he could formulate
the question, a snicking sound and the sensation of
cold metal around his wrist caught him off guard. His arm was twisted firmly
behind his back, and the other arm soon joined it. He was held up solely by
Skinner's grip on his wrists. Before the pressure became too painful, he found
himself gently pushed forward onto his stomach.
One strong hand swept under him, drawing his cock out from the awkward
position it had landed in, squeezing it firmly along the way. He was catching
his breath from this little maneuver when something came across in front of his
face, and a small hard ball was forced into his mouth. He tried to fight, then,
but he had no chance. The gag was secured, and he was effectively silenced. He
closed his eyes tightly, just in time, as a blindfold was whipped over them and
tied into place. A single muffled whimper escaped around the gag, and Skinner
leaned down over his shoulder, rubbing his cock in small circles in the small
of Mulder's back.
"I've been getting screwed on your behalf for three years, Mulder.
From now on, it's going to be a two way street. So concentrate on what's
happening here, now. Enjoy it. Learn from it. It's only the beginning, Agent
Mulder." His voice was rough, tight, almost
painfully soft. Mulder found himself shivering in an odd mixture of arousal and
fear, anticipation and a strong desire to get the hell out of there before he
found out things about himself he really didn't want to know.
Skinner began to run his hands all over Mulder's
body, testing the soft skin and firm muscle, lingering on the twitching inner
thigh, the rapid pulse in his throat, the tightly erect nipples. He spent long
moments alternately twisting and soothing Mulder's
nipples, until the other man began to buck under him in response to his
teasing. Then he thrust one hand under Mulder's
crotch, giving his cock one rough squeezing caress before slapping his balls
hard. The shocking pain caused a muffled scream from the agent, and his
incipient climax subsided, his erection relaxing. Skinner smiled in
satisfaction. He didn't want any premature ejaculation spoiling his fun. It was
still early.
He pulled at Mulder's hips until his ass was at
cock-level, the younger man's weight resting on his knees and his shoulders,
his face turned to the side, cheek to the soft pile carpet. The vulnerability
of his bound arms, sightless eyes and blissfully silent mouth caused a jolt of
pure lust to thicken Skinner's cock. He reached into the now nearly empty
plastic bag and pulled out a tube of ointment, slathering a generous amount on
his fingers. Using his free hand to spread Mulder's
ass wide, he slowly inserted a thick finger into the small hole, knowing by the
tightness that he was going to pop a cherry tonight. Saliva rushed his mouth at
the thought and he pushed a little harder, opening the sweet flesh with two
fingers. Mulder began to writhe, but he was pinned.
Skinner twisted his hand, pulling his fingers up in a beckoning motion
that scraped his fingertips directly against Mulder's
prostate, and he could hear strangled screams erupting from his agent. He
reached under with his other hand, allowing Mulder's
lean cheeks to close around his palm, and pumped Mulder's
cock hard, once, twice, a third time. The anal stimulation combined with the
rough grip on his cock was too much, and he spurted frantically into Skinner's
hand. The AD immediately withdrew his hand and spread the liberal dose of semen
over his own cock, mixing it with ointment. Pulling his hand from Mulder's ass with one last rake across his gland, he put
the tip of his cock into Mulder's ass ring and pushed
hard.
Mulder felt like someone was ramming a fucking cruise missile up his ass.
He was sure he'd split apart, and only the aftershocks from a truly incredible
orgasm kept him relaxed at all. When he felt like he couldn't take any more
without exploding, the pressure stopped. He felt Skinner lean into him, then
the sharp shock of teeth fastening themselves into the muscle along the top of
his collarbone. As he was reacting to the bite, Skinner suddenly pushed the
rest of his length into Mulder's ass, and the agent
nearly fainted.
Skinner stayed perfectly still, resting his chest against Mulder's back, nuzzling the soft skin along the side of his
jaw, along his throat, up the cheekbone that was exposed to him, running his
tongue into Mulder's ear, pulling gently on the lobe
with his teeth. He licked up the few salty tears that had escaped when he had
stopped Mulder's first climax, and the ones that had
appeared when he rammed into him. When Mulder had gotten his breath back, he
leaned back up, and stared at the creamy tight ass now holding his cock in an
iron grip. Swimmer's ass. Tight,
strong, lean, unexpectedly soft. A gleam lit his eye, and he reached for
the last item in his little plastic bag.
He could feel his pulse in his ass, around Skinner's cock. He was afraid
to move, not quite sure if he was scared to death or so turned on he couldn't
breathe ... or both. Then he felt Skinner shift, and unconsciously braced himself for the reaming he was always complaining about.
He'd never dreamed it would ever actually happen - his thoughts were
interrupted by an incredibly painful shock to his ass as something hard and
cool slapped into it forcefully. He bucked and writhed, realizing with the
second slap that the noise had startled him more than anything, and the pain
wasn't as bad as he'd at first thought. Holding his
cock pushed in as far as he could reach, not moving his hips, Skinner began to
slap his ass cheeks, alternating sides, in a steady, hard rhythm that had
Mulder squirming beneath him.
The poor man didn't know what to do. He pushed forward, trying to escape
the slaps, only to have his cock slide against the fibers of the carpet.
Reacting to the sensation on almost unbearably tight flesh, he'd push backward
and impale himself further on Skinner's thick cock. He'd shift from side to
side to escape the slaps and the circular, almost corkscrew motion of Skinner
inside of him would set his prostate screaming. Instinctive muscular reactions
to the spanking were causing his ass muscles to milk Skinner's cock like a
fist. The sensory overload got to be too intense, and he found himself
screaming and screaming around the gag, surrounded in the blackness he saw with
bright lights as he came and came again, his ass working like a pump on Skinner
until finally the other man shoved his cock as far into Mulder as he could and came
so hard he very nearly passed out himself.
When Mulder came back to himself, he felt crushed under Skinner's weight.
'I didn't realize men could be multiorgasmic' floated
though his numbed brain. As Skinner pushed himself off with a slight groan, he
felt the blood begin to flow in his hands with a wince. Then Skinner pulled his
cock out, inch at a time ... even soft it was pretty thick. Mulder couldn't
help the little whimpers that escaped as he felt his ass finally relax. Skinner
gave his ass one last affectionate squeeze, then slid
around to pull Mulder's cock once more, almost a
little thank you. Mulder found himself pushing slightly into Skinner's hand, a
reaction he really couldn't help.
Skinner chuckled, then unlocked the cuffs and
gently massaged Mulder's wrists until the feeling
began to return. Mulder lay limply, with absolutely no energy left. The older
man untied the blindfold and gag, making sure not to pull any hair with the
strings, then shifted a strong arm under Mulder's
chest to help him upright. Looking at the dazed, exhausted, utterly satiated
and beautifully submissive man under his hands, Skinner smiled. He leaned
forward and kissed Mulder deeply, sucking on that pouty
lower lip, tonguing him, wetting his mouth with his own. Claiming
him. When he drew back, he knew without a word being spoken that Mulder
had gotten the message.
Pulling his hands away slowly to allow his agent time to regain his
equilibrium, he calmly got up and walked over to his clothes. Dressing
efficiently, he looked over the side of the desk at Mulder, who was watching
him and still not saying anything. "Get dressed, Agent Mulder."
Mulder shook himself slightly, like someone coming out from under a trance, and
levered himself up from the floor. He winced when his muscles protested, his
ass sore from being thoroughly reamed, his shoulders and arms sore from the
handcuffs. But he'd lived through worse. After he dressed, he looked at his
boss, unsure of his next move. But Skinner was all professional now, no hint of
the man who had just taken him more completely than he had ever been taken.
"I want to see you and Agent Scully in my office at
Mulder stared at him incredulously for a moment, then quirked a smile at
him. "Yes, sir." As he turned to leave the
office, Skinner's soft voice drew his glance around.
"Next Thursday, Agent Mulder. My office.
He couldn't deny the anticipation curving his lips as he shut the door
behind him.
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