Title: Oral Commitment
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Mulder
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. There are also references to BDSM. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Rating: NC17
Date: 12/2/00
Archive: DitB, Slashing Mulder. Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner and Mulder, and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright Infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: This is a companion piece for Silent Commitment written because the three people listed below asked.
For: Tesa who's unfailing feedback has kept me writing, Alex who writes this type of story better than I do but encourages me anyway (I'll come check out the store the next time I'm in Sac), and Jo for asking so nicely.

He led me down a hallway to a bedroom that took up one end of the house. Sitting between two windows was the new bed. I wasn't surprised that it was king-size, nor was I surprised that it had a headboard and footboard of open design. All the better to tie your lover to when having your wicked way with him. Lying on the bed were packages of new sheets; white, of course.

"Walter, do you think we could maybe have some manly striped sheets, or at least solid colors?"

"Fuck the sheets. I don't care if you buy sheets with glow-in-the-dark aliens on them, as long as you're stretched out on them naked and ready for me."

"Oh, I'm ready. I'm always ready for you."

I gave him my best "Come, do me" look and picked up one of the packages to open it. He moved to the other side of the bed and we quickly made it -- the bed, I mean.

As I was reaching down to pick up the packages, I felt his hands on my hips. He pulled me back against him, and I felt his erection pushing against me. As I straightened, his hands slid around me and quickly opened my pants. He slid his large hands inside my pants. One wrapped around my cock as the other took possession of my balls.

As he stroked my cock, he nipped my ear lobe. If his arms had not been holding me I would have melted to the floor.

"Who does this belong to?" he asked in a husky voice as he squeezed my cock.

"You, master," I replied.

"Very good, boy. Get your clothes off, and get on the bed."

I hurried to comply. After a morning of doubts and fears, I was eager to have him take me. I needed the reassurance that he wanted me. I'd told him I could wait for the words until he was ready, but waiting for him to fuck me I could never be patient about. I needed that physical tie to him.

He had been digging in his suitcase, and turned toward the bed.

Pitching a tube toward me he said, "Make yourself ready for me, boy."

I grabbed the tube, opened it, and squeezed a generous portion on my fingers. I watched him undress. He watched me lubing myself. He walked around the bed and grabbed my ankles, pulling me to the edge. Lifting my ass with one hand, he guided his cock to my opening with the other.

I moaned loudly as he thrust into me. Not slow and gentle, but hard and fast. He seemed to need to make his mark on me. I needed that as well. He pounded in and out of me for several minutes, then put one knee on the bed and pushed my body back until he had plenty of room to work on me. His hands and mouth were all over me and I was panting with my need to come. He must have felt that because he slowed down and his hands moved with the barest of touches. His cock barely moved inside me.

"You will not come, boy. Not until I say. You are here to serve my pleasure.

Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

When he talked to me like that it was even harder to hold back; his voice all rough with his need. My world has come to revolve around him. I love it best when he sounds like this because I know he's hanging on the edge. I love that I do this to him.

He growled low in his throat and I knew his battle was being lost. He began to ram into me, lifting me high to penetrate me deeply. I whimpered with each stroke, needing to let go but knowing I couldn't. My need to do as he ordered was too great. He slid deep into me and I felt the pulsing as he came inside me. It dawned on me in that moment that he wasn't wearing a condom.

"Come, boy!" he commanded. I jerked, arching my back to rub my cock against him, letting go. It seemed to go on forever. At some point I passed out -- again. When I came back it was to the comfort of a warm washcloth cleaning my come off my belly. His face came into focus looking at me with a slight smile.

"Welcome back. Have I ever told you how good it is for my ego that you swoon when I make you come?" he asked, smiling at me with a gleam in his gorgeous brown eyes.

"I do not swoon." I said, trying to sound indignant. However, that's hard to do when you are a boneless, sated lump of flesh.

"Come on. You need to get up. I'm hungry and there's no food in the house. No dishes either. We need to shop. I'll start the shower," he said as I lay there admiring the view while he walked across the room. The man's got a great ass.

I didn't move until I heard him yell that if I didn't come on I'd have to go shopping smelling like a whorehouse. That got me up and in the bathroom. I love the smells of our encounters but refuse to let the world share them.

He took me to a quiet place for lunch. He had checked out the area when he came down to look over the place before he made an offer on it. He'd stayed the entire weekend at a bed and breakfast. I had been out of town on a case that weekend.

After lunch we drove first to a department store, where he let me pick out sheets and other linens as well. I didn't pick out a single thing in white. He did insist that the kitchen towels be solid colors. That was fine with me. I don't need flowers. Dishes were plain, solid colors. We got four place settings of each color: cobalt blue, black and a deep forest green. He bought what I thought was an outrageously expensive set of cookware. But, considering the way he cooks, I guess it wasn't too much to pay to have good pans for him to work his wonders with.

We got take-out for dinner because we had the car loaded down with all this stuff. At home, (yes, that's how I'd come to think of it) we unloaded and began feathering our nest. We made plans for the next day as we ate dinner on our new plates. We would take my car and rent a truck nearby, then drive into the city to clear out his suite at the club. I would follow and leave my car in the city.

After dinner he tied me to the bed with the new pillowcases and fucked my brains out.

As he came inside me he whispered, "I love you, Fox."

I had to swallow a couple of times before I could answer him.

I'm not sure how word got around, but the next day several of the attendants at the club were outside his suite when we got there. It was down right weird seeing them dressed. They were there to say goodbye and give us a hand loading the truck. He was very kind to them all, thanking them for their help. I thanked them too since I knew there would be no one to help us unload.

Almost everything was on the truck as I was carefully wrapping furniture blankets around the last item to go out.

"What are you smiling about, Fox?"

"Just remembering the surprise I felt that second weekend with you."

"What are you talking about?"

"This, silly. The desk. I was speechless, remember? Walking in here and seeing that you had brought in a desk that was identical to the one in your office."

"That should have made you realize you were more than a casual fuck. None of the other things here were bought to cater to a sub's fantasy. Beside it was so deliciously hot to know you had wanted me even when you were sitting across the desk from me. My desk hasn't looked the same since that first night with you."

He pulled me close for a deep kiss that ended when someone made a throat clearing sound behind us. We turned around to see Byron standing in the doorway.

"I have to get ready for my shift," Byron said. "I just wanted to say goodbye and wish you both happiness."

Walter turned and smiled at him. Before either of us knew what was happening, Walter had him in a hug.

"The right man will find you, Byron, any day now. I just know it. When he does, it'll be the luckiest day of his life."

Walter let go of Byron and smiled at him. "By the way, an old friend is taking over my suite. I told him I'd ask you to look out for him. You'll do that, won't you Byron?"

"Of course I will, Master Skinner. Is there anything in particular he is looking for that I could help him find?"

"No, just show up here Tuesday, will you? I'm bringing him here then with his things. Fox and I will be helping him get settled in. Maybe you could have dinner with him since we can't stay. He just lost his partner of many years to cancer. He could use the company of someone as nice as you to help him relax for a while."

"I'd be glad to, Master. I'm off on Tuesday so I could spend the evening if he would like."

"I think that's a wonderful idea. Thank you, Byron, for everything."

Once Byron was gone I turned to Walter and eyed him suspiciously. "Ok, what are you doing?"

"I don't know what you mean, Fox," he said innocently.

"Don't give me that shit. I could hear the wheels turning. Who is this friend? Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"Fox, I was going to tell you. James gets in tomorrow. He had his "play" stuff sent to this address because I had told him I would give him the suite. He's eager to meet you, by the way. He's been hearing about you for years. He'll stay at the condo until he finds a place. He took a job here to put distance between him and his memories. He was with Michael for close to twenty years. Losing him was the hardest thing that's ever happened to him."

"Are you matchmaking? Because that's what it sounds like."

"Not exactly, but I do think that Byron will be good for him. I know he could be good for Byron. He's older, settled, sure of who he is and what he wants. I've heard enough about Byron's tastes to know that James can make him happy that way. Michael called me when he knew he was dying. He made me promise to help James find someone new. He didn't want him to be alone."

"God, you are such a softy. Good thing you can hide it so well," I teased.

"I'll show you 'soft,' boy, when I get you home," Walter growled, and I melted up against him.

"I love it when you talk dirty," I said giving him my cheekiest grin, knowing he would put me over the desk as soon as we had it off the truck.

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