Title: Silent Commitment
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Mulder Non graphic Skinner/Scully
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. There are also references to BDSM and a spanking scene. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Rating: NC17
Date: 10/31/00
Archive: DitB, Slashing Mulder. Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Scully, 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: Being the strong silent type can cause problems.

I woke up to a pounding on my door and realized that I fallen asleep on the sofa again. Considering the kinds of unexpected company I normally get I grabbed my gun before going to the door. Looking out the peephole I saw AD Skinner, my boss in all his glory lounging casually in the hallway. I lowered my gun and opened the door. He smiled a cocky smile at me and pulled me close descending on my mouth like a starving man. He walked us both back into the apartment and kicked the door closed. Did I also mention that he is my lover? Has been for almost a year.

I went limp and weak in the knees like I always do when he kisses me. Did I also mention that I'm in love with him but hadn't told him that? I had no idea what he felt for me beyond the desire to fuck me through whatever surface was available whenever possible. That and the weekends we spent in his suite at a private club when he whips my ass before he fucks it.

When he let me up for air I smiled and put my gun away while he locked the door.

"I wasn't expecting you tonight."

"I know. I needed to be with you. I have something to tell you."

"Does it have anything to do with the fact that you smell like perfume?"

He hasn't promised me anything so I had no right to be jealous but I was. I wondered, if he just had a woman then why is he here? He striped off his coat and dropped it in a chair then grabbed me and hauled me up against him rubbing his hard cock against me. Not that him being hard was any surprise. Even if he *had* come to me from fucking a woman. The man gets a hard on more often and keep it longer than anyone I've ever known.

"Do you want to fuck first or fight first?"

"Well, since you put it so romantically. Who is she, Walter?"

He didn't answer me just dropped his head and began chewing on my neck. Sometimes I think I'm in love with a vampire. It drives me crazy when he does that. I felt his hands tangle in the tee shirt I was wearing and heard the sound of it being ripped from my body. I've lost a lot of clothes to him in the last year. I wasn't getting an answer but right then it didn't seem that important. I knew he would tell me. If he didn't want me to know he wouldn't have shown up here smelling like he does.

He soon had me on the bed naked and whimpering with need for him. He didn't make me wait very long. He entered me and I moaned like always. He's big and even after a year of having him in me on a regular basis that first thrust is still painful. It's a pain I welcome since it leads to such sublime pleasure. He lifted my ass high as he thrust into me. That's another thing that amazes me, he moves my body around like I'm weightless. He took his time and brought me close then backed off chuckling when I protested. Yeah he had been laid that night or we would have been finished and warming up for round two. Finally he grabbed my cock and soon I was screaming his name as I came. When I was empty I felt him ram inside me one last time and then his primal roar filled the room. He covered me with his body and nuzzled my throat until we were breathing normally again. When he finally rolled off of me I plunged right in.

"So, Walter, who is she?"

"Does it matter, Fox? I was safe."

"It matters, Walter. It matters more than you know."

He rolled back toward me and wrapped those strong arms around me.

"She was just an appetizer. I came to you for dessert."

"What did you have for a main course?"

"Didn't want one. I skipped right to dessert, my favorite part of the meal."

He tried to pull me back down but I jerked away from him and jumped out of the bed. I grabbed my sweatpants, he didn't tear them, and went into the living room. I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. He stomped into the room a moment later and glared at me. Even stark ass naked he is intimidating.

"What's your problem? I don't ask you who you see when I'm not around."

"There's no reason too. Was it Scully?"

Suddenly he was in front of me and his hands were rough as he hauled me up to stand nose to nose with me. When I wouldn't look at him he grabbed my face and forced it up. Once he had his eyes on mine I couldn't look away.

"Are you saying you are being exclusive with me? You aren't fucking anyone else?"

I couldn't answer that, didn't want to admit to being a lovesick idiot. So, I tried to evade.

"Answer me, was it Scully? She wears that perfume sometimes."

"We'll talk about your partner after you answer my question. Am I the only one you are having sex with?"

His voice was that *I will not be denied* sound that makes agents run for cover or babble all they know. I knew I couldn't get out of it. Why the fuck didn't I keep my mouth shut.

"Alright, yes, that is what I'm telling you. The last time I had sex with anyone else was over a year before you took me the first time. Now please was it Scully?"

"You aren't fucking Scully?"

I shook my head no. "I never have."

His hand dropped from my face and he turned and walked across the room.

"Is that why she has been coming on to me lately? She can't have you and thought she could substitute me. I though she was trying to make you jealous."

He turned back to me and then he was next to me again his hands pulling me against his chest.

"No, I was not fucking you partner tonight. If I had known you weren't I might have been. I'm not going to lie to you. She is beautiful. I bet her tits are sweet as wine and her pussy probably drips honey. I could go for that big time but I always assumed that you were together. I thought I was just giving you your kink quotient. I figured that the sex outside the club was your way of making sure you got to go to the club. I know you love to play but have problems trusting most men. I'm pretty safe for you. I couldn't fuck with the rest of your life without fucking with my own. If I *had* been with Scully would you be upset because *I* was with someone else or because Scully was?"

Once more I pulled away and tried to evade.

"What did you want to tell me?"

"No, Fox, not until we get this cleared up. What I came to tell you may be even more important or mean nothing depending on your answer. Who are you jealous of me or Scully?"

"I don't want to share you! Are you happy now you made me say it. Now go ahead get dressed and leave like everyone else has. I knew it couldn't last long. I'm surprised it's lasted this long."

"Didn't I tell you? I'm spending the night. We aren't going to work tomorrow. The farm I was trying to buy closed escrow today. We are going down to decide what needs to be done to set up a private playroom for us. I'm giving up the suite at the club."

He reached for me, and I went willingly. He kissed my cheek and moved down to my throat again.

"She really isn't anything for you to worry about. Now that I know how it is with you, I won't see her again."

How it is with *me* not *us*. I was relieved that he wasn't with Scully. I've seen the way she looks at him. I know she wants him. I, of all people can understand her wanting him. I think he could get from Scully what he's never had from a woman.

He told me once that the reason he has sex with men is just so he can get a piece of ass. Women take one look at that weapon he calls a cock and say no way to anal. Anal is what he gets hottest for. I think Scully might give that up to him. If she did, he wouldn't need me anymore. Well, maybe he'd still want to whip my ass, I don't think she would ever let him use a cat on her.

"Come on, let's go back to bed and snuggle. I'll want you again before I go to sleep."

As we lay snuggled together, I floated back to the first night I snuggled against him.


I was restless. My porn collection wasn't going to do it so I called up an old friend.

"This is Fox Mulder. May I speak with the Senator?"

"Hello, Fox. How are you?"

"I'm bored. I thought you might take me to that club you told me about. Since it's members and guests only, I can't just show up there."

"So, does this mean you are ready to explore you more submissive nature?"

"Look will you take me or not?"

"Of course. Should make for an entertaining evening. Wear your tightest jeans, and if you still have the silk shirt I bought you wear that."

"I hate the color of that shirt."

"I know you do, but you look hot in it. Brings out your eyes. You do want to get laid tonight, don't you?"

"Yeah, but I'm not too sure how far I want to go to get it."

"Don't worry I won't let anyone but a safe top near you. I'll pick you up in an hour."

I showered and dressed in the silk shirt. Looking in the mirror I see that he was right. It makes my eyes sparkle. I was so revved up that I was outside when he arrived. The trip was fast and mostly silent. When we arrived, he was welcomed and requested that the doorman get me a small white ribbon that he slipped through an open buttonhole and tied to keep it in place. He led me into a room that looked with a huge bar and over to a table.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Anything. I don't care. What the hell is this ribbon for."

"The ribbons indicate guests. The white indicates that you are a novice."

"So this doesn't tell anyone what I'm looking for?"

"No. Since you are with a member, they will wait for me to make arrangements for you. Just sit back, enjoy your drink, and ask me about anyone you see that you might like to meet."

My eyes traveled the room and I picked out three guys I thought I might like to meet. One is ruled out as being too rough for a *virgin* like me. The second is listed as a possible but not the best choice. The third could work but he likes *young boys* and I'm a lot older than he normally plays with.

"It's still early. Be patient I'm sure you will be rewarded."

"Easy for you to say. I haven't been laid in a year."

He chuckled at me and sipped his drink. I was looking at him but noticed a change in the sound level of the room. Turning toward the door, my mouth dropped open. Standing tall and proud, decked out in tight black jeans and a flawless white shirt sans glasses, is none other than AD Walter Skinner. The senator chuckled.

"Looks pretty good out of a suit, doesn't he?"

"Is he a member? Did you know he was going to be here?"

"Yes, he's a member and no, I didn't know he would be here. From what I understand he only comes in about every six weeks or so. He may use his private suite more often, but the suites can be reached from a different entrance. He has the best reputation on the East Coast. Keeps his subs safe even when they forget their safewords."

I watched his eyes scan the room and just when I thought he wouldn't notice me, his eyes locked on mine. As his eyes moved down me, I felt like he was touching me. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the ribbon then continued down to my hands clenched around my drink. They moved back up, and when our eyes met he smiled. His eyes then moved to see whom I was with and he nodded and walked to the bar.

"He just made an offer."

"What do you mean? All he did was look at us and smile and nod."

"It was an offer all the same. Do I go talk to him?"

"Talk to him?"

"Yes, you idiot. Do you want to spend some time with him or not? You couldn't ask for anyone better for your first time. I hear he never leaves a sub hanging."

"What does that mean?"

"He always makes them come. Not all doms do, you know? He's safe for you in more ways than one. He certainly won't ever *out* you. Now do I talk to him or not?"

"But what will you tell him I want?"

"All I can tell him is you want to play and you want to get laid. Anything beyond that is to be agreed on by the two of you when you are alone. Now, yes or no. He's a popular man. I wouldn't wait too long."

"Ok, go talk to him."

I watched as he made his way over to Skinner and sat next to him at the bar. They talked for a few minutes.

I don't think I've ever been more nervous. I know I've never been here before, but how do you equate a nod with an offer of kinky sex? What is taking so long? How long does it take to say, "He'd like to get fucked tonight do you want to do it?"

I watched as Skinner leaned over and said something to the bartender, who nodded. Then he got up, smiled at me again and walked out of the room. Guess the answer was no. The senator comes back over to the table. He sat next to me and I was surprised at how disappointed I was.

"Guess we keep looking, huh?"

"What? There's no reason to look any more. Someone will be here shortly to take you to him. You need to get ready for him first."

"Ready? What does that mean?"

"He told the bartender to have you prepped to his liking and then brought to him. He also ordered a bottle of the best champagne and other goodies for later. Told him he would buzz when he was ready for the food."

I heard a soft voice at my elbow. Looking up I saw an attractive young man in a collar and not much else who asked me to follow him. I got to my feet and as I started to follow him, the senator tells me to have fun and call on Sunday if I have the strength. Sunday? Did he think I planned on spending the weekend here?

I was led to a room and told to shower. After the shower, the guide led me to a massage table and pushed me down. He was soon working out kinks in my muscles I didn't realize I had. I was relaxed and floating, but I almost jumped out of my skin as the enema nozzle was inserted into me. His hand was surprisingly strong as he held me down.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Master Skinner's subs are always given an enema. A lot of dangerous bacteria are present in the bowel. You wouldn't want to have an accident during play would you? Or worse yet during sex? Master Skinner always gives his subs sex. At least that's what I've heard. I keep hoping he will play with me some day. He has a reputation of being the best. You're very lucky he picked you tonight."

"What kind of sub does he usually play with?"

"You know it's funny, but now that you ask I've only seen him with men that resemble you. Guess if I want to play with him I'd better dye my hair and get colored contacts."

"Where's the toilet?"

He pointed and I ran. Guess I should have expected that he would want me to be as clean as possible. When I stepped out of the bathroom the guide handed me a robe and said to follow him.

"But what about my clothes?"

"They were taken to Master Skinner's suite while you were in the shower."

He led me through a maze of corridors that I would never be able to remember and then knocked politely at a door with just a symbol on it. That's when I realized that none of the doors we passed had numbers. The door was opened and Skinner smiled at the wistful guide.

"Thank you, Byron. I'll call you if I need anything. Come in, Fox."

I walked past him into the room and looked around quickly. His eyes watched me as he walked over to a bar in one corner of the room.

"Would you like a drink while we talk?"

"No. I just want to....."

"To what, Fox?"

I decided to change the subject.

"If you don't mind my saying so I didn't expect to see you here. Hell you are the last person I expected to see here. I thought you were straight. How long have you been leading this secret life?"

"I didn't expect to see you here, either. I've been a member of this club since shortly after moving to DC. For the record, I don't consider myself to be gay either. Guess you would say I'm BI. Some times I just need a good piece of ass. The first time I had a man was in Nam. If you're still here Sunday morning, I'll tell you all about him."

"Why not now?"

"Because the senator said you came here looking to play games and get laid. Well, I came here tonight because after the aggravation of this week I really need a good piece of ass. I don't have the patience to spend a lot of time in conversation. I will, however, give you this one for free: I've wanted to stick my cock in your sweet little ass since the first time I saw you. So you can imagine just how pleased I was to see you with that *white* ribbon. The idea of training you is most appealing. We need to talk about what you are interested in."

I looked into those eyes and saw the fire raging there. I wanted him to just do me. I didn't care how. All my mind could focus on was that he wanted me. I managed to blurt out a few words past the lump in my throat.

"Do we have to talk?"

"Of course we do. The ribbon indicates that you are a *virgin* to this type of play. Did you think I could read your mind and know what you want? I need a little more information to set the scene."

"I haven't had sex with a man in a long time. I've missed the way it feels. The way it makes me feel."

"Well the fucking part is pretty much understood for anyone that I invite here. I'll just ask some questions. Ok?"

I nodded and he began.

"Do you want Daddy to punish you for being a bad boy?"

I shake my head no.

"Do you want to have a biker whip your ass and then fuck you?"

I shake my head no.

"Do you want a master to tie you down, whip, and use you?"

I moan low in my throat.

"God, I want all of that and....."

"And what, Fox?"

His voice was softer than I'd ever heard him speak. The words are pouring out before I could stop them.

"I want my boss to push me down on his desk and fuck me hard and rough and make me scream his name."

"Is that what you need tonight? I don't have a desk here but we can work out something."

I feel his hands as he moves behind me and the robe is on the floor. He steps back and suddenly AD Skinner is in the room with me.

"Agent Mulder, this is totally unacceptable. You have disobeyed a direct command once again. This time I intend to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

His hands are on me then, hard and demanding. He pulled me across the room and throwing a chair out of his way pushed me down on the table.

"Stay there, Agent Mulder. If you move one inch your punishment will be even more severe than you have already earned."

I heard his footsteps moving away from me and a door opening. He returned quickly. I was still where he put me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the lube and condom that he put on the table and the belt that he lay next to them. I trembled but made no move to get away.

"Since normal methods of punishment don't seem to work on you, Agent, let's see if pain will be an incentive. As this is our first attempt at behavior modification through pain, I will give you ten strokes. You will count each one. If you fail to count, an additional stroke will be added. Do you understand me Agent?"

"Yes sir."


The belt was picked up, and I felt the disturbance in the air as it was brought down on my ass. The fire raced through my body. I moaned low but quickly blurted out, "One."

I counted faithfully as each blow landed. He never hit the same place twice, and when he was finished I knew my entire ass was bright red. He said not one word during the entire time. After the last blow I felt his hands move over me gently.

"Well, Agent Mulder, I have to say you behaved better than I expected. This is definitely a nice color for you. There is one problem with this type of punishment, however. The pain will fade quickly, and you will be sitting fine in a few hours. Therefore, I have decided that this is not the end of your punishment. I feel something more is called for. I think a big cock shoved up your ass should cause just enough pain and soreness to remind you for several days that I will not tolerate your insolence any further."

"Please, sir. I'm sorry. I'll do better, I promise."

"Why is it that I don't believe you, Agent Mulder?"

His hands had been moving over my ass during this entire exchange, soothing the hurt that he had inflicted earlier. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up the lube.

"This will be much easier for you, Agent, it you try to relax. I have no wish to seriously injury you. I only wish to remind you who is in charge."

His fingers were slick with lube as they slide into me. He started with a single finger and moved that in and out of me for a few pleasurable strokes. His finger slipped out and I heard the sound of the tube being squeezed. Then, the invasion of two fingers. He worked those in and out, taking longer than he did with one. Again the loss of his touch and soon the return with more lube and three fingers. He worked me for several long minutes until I was ready to scream at him to just do it now.

"Agent Mulder, I'm impressed with you willingness to accept your punishment. Do you think you are ready for the rest?"

"Yes, sir. I know this is justified. I have caused so many problems for you. I don't know why you are willing to just punish me when you could fire me, but I thank you."

"You are quite welcome, Agent."

I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and the rustle of clothing being moved. Then came the sound of the condom and the tube again. I felt his warmth behind me and his hands spreading my cheeks.

"Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly."

I did as he instructed and felt the burn and pain as he pushed inside me in one long thrust. He stood there, buried to the hilt in me, and rubbed my back until my breathing returned to normal. It had been over a year since I had sex with a man, but I never felt this full before.

Once my breathing calmed he began to move in me. Slowly at first but as I began to push back against him, he picked up the pace and was soon jackhammering into me. I know I was whimpering and moaning. I think I said, "Harder," over and over again. I felt him shift in me and he hit my prostate as his hand pulled hard on my cock, and I came screaming his name. I felt the pulsing as he came inside me then his weight was resting on my back.

When he could breathe again, he pulled slowly out of me and walked away. But he was back soon with a warm wash cloth that he carefully cleaned me with. I felt his hands as he spread my cheeks and checked me carefully with a tender touch. Then he pulled me up and turned me around to face him. That's when I realized that he hadn't even undressed. His cock was hanging out of his open pants, and I suddenly knew why I felt so full. Even when it is soft it's still pretty impressive.

"Well, that wasn't quite where I expected this evening to go when I made my offer downstairs," he said, smiling at me.

He smiled at me and caressed my cheek before pulling me close for a kiss. That's when I was lost. I had wanted him since the first time I saw him. Never thought it would happen. In my fantasies we rutted together. No love, just sex. But with a kiss he took my heart, and I was terrified. To cover my fear, I asked the first thing I thought about.

"What were you expecting?"

"I certainly didn't expect to be *me*. The fantasies I asked about seem to be the ones I am asked for most often. How long have you been having that fantasy about me?"

"Since the first time I saw you."

"Wish I had known. We've wasted a lot of time. Come on. You haven't even seen the playroom yet. I'll show you all the possibilities. After all it's only Friday, we have until Sunday. You are staying."

Not a question, a statement. I stayed, all right, and I've gone back every weekend I possibly could since that night. When the senator called me that Sunday, he only asked two things: "Does *he* own you now?" and "Is he hung like they say he is?"

My reply a simple and terrified yes to the first and just plain yes to the second.


I held him as he slept and breathed in the scent of his hair. My mind wandered back to the first time I had held him like this. It had been a stressful week, so when Friday rolled around I needed to unwind. I had gone to the club knowing that on a Friday night I would have no trouble finding someone to help me relax.

I walked into the bar and glanced around. I noticed a couple of people I had played with before that I knew would be willing. That wasn't what I really wanted. Maybe someone new, someone that would look like him. I didn't go to the club very often. The one-night stands just weren't what I wanted anymore. What I wanted I couldn't have. What I wanted was Fox Mulder to warm my bed.

As I looked across the room again, I saw him sitting at a table. I thought I must be wrong that he wouldn't be there. Looking down along his body to the drink he was clutching I saw the white ribbon. So, he was with a member and he's a *virgin* to game playing.

"Here's my chance," I thought. "Am I going to take it?"

Hell, yes, I was going to take it. After all, we were outside work, I didn't bring him there, and he would lose as much as I would if he *outed* me.

I smiled my best smile at him and then looked to see who he was with. The Senator, should have guessed that one. Nodding to the Senator, I walked to the bar and ordered a scotch and waited. The senator was soon climbing onto the stool next to me.

"Hello, Walter, how's it going."

"Fine, Senator. I see you brought a guest."

"So I did. He'd like to visit your suite, maybe play a few games, get laid."

"Is that so? Do you know what kind of games he wants?"

"I don't think he knows yet. You should have heard his gasp when he saw you standing in the doorway. I can't say for sure, but I think he got an instant hardon just from looking at you."

"What a nice compliment. Is he a free agent, Senator, or are you just indulging your *boy*?"

"He's not mine. He could be yours if you decide you want that. I think he would give you the rest of his life, if you ask that of him."

I made my decision and motioned for the bartender.

"Roy, please have someone prep the senator's guest for me. You know how I like them. Also, get a bottle of your best champagne chilled for later. Would you have the kitchen get my favorites ready to go with that, and I'll ring when we are ready for it. Senator, tell him someone will come for him shortly."

As I started to stand up, the Senator put his hand on my arm, "Don't break his heart, Walter."

I turned and saw the genuine concern there and for once decided to thrust this man with the truth.

"Maybe you should tell him not to break mine, Senator."

My mind floated back, and I held him closer. Why did I lie to him tonight? Not to complicated, really. Scully and I did *the nasty*. She'd been coming on to me for weeks. I finally had enough and went to her place to see how far she would take it. I was serious when I told Fox that I thought she was trying to make him jealous. I didn't think anything would happen.

She had offered me a drink. She sat on the sofa next to me. God, she smelled so good. The last time I was with a woman was long before that first time with Fox. I had pretty much put women out of my life for two reason: they want commitment; and they wouldn't give me anal.

Commitment didn't work for me with Sharon, didn't think that would change. As for anal sex, I've only found men that appreciate my desire to do that to them. Women are sometimes intimated by my size for *normal* intercourse so they won't even consider anal.

Scully had leaned toward me while she talked, flashing her cleavage at me. When her tiny hand was placed on my inner thigh I knew she wanted more than conversation. So I gave her more. Hell, I gave her more three times. If her sighs and moans were any indication, she is definitely multi orgasmic.

She felt good, she smelled good, she tasted good and I got off, but there was something missing. She wasn't Fox.

I realized that night that sometime in the previous year, he has taken over my heart and soul. I think a part of me knew that when I went looking for a country house to buy. We had been going to the club almost every weekend. Sometimes he had to wait in the bar for me if I was running late. In the prior three months I had been late on several occasions. Each time I was approached on the way in and asked would I allow Fox to play with someone else. Each time I had said no. The thought of anyone else marking his skin was abhorrent to me.

The problem was I had no right to say no for him. We haven't made any formal contract. I haven't asked him for exclusive rights, but I let them think we had. That was when I knew I had to get some place private for us to play. If I kept taking him to the club, sooner or later someone would approach him without my permission. I couldn't take a chance on him finding someone else. I didn't think he would trust anyone else, but I wasn't willing to risk that.

Until that night I really thought he was screwing Scully. As I told him, I thought I was just his kink. I thought he loved Scully. Of course when I went to her place I didn't expect to do anything but talk and flirt. I figured if I came on to her she would tell me she loved Mulder and boot me out the door. When she responded, I just got lost in the heat.

I laid in his bed, holding the man I love, and feel like the world's biggest heel. There was another thought that kept doing laps around my brain: he's been faithful to me for almost a year. Faithful, exclusive, does this mean he loves me?

And I had to go and screw his partner and best friend. I betrayed him. It doesn't matter that we hadn't made any commitments to each other. I fucked Scully. Now I have betrayed her too. What the fuck am I going to do now?

So I ran away. I slipped out of his bed and left him a note that I would call him, and I ran. He knew about the farm but not where it was that was as good a place as any to hide for awhile.


When I woke up the next morning, Walter was gone. I found the note and read it, sitting on the edge of the bed, I cried. "Might as well go to work since my love life is over. No reason to sit at home all day, I thought.

So I showered, got dressed and went to work. Scully took one look at me and dragged me out the door to go for coffee. Once we were sitting on a bench in the park she turned to me, piercing me with those blue eyes.

"Ok, Mulder, spill it."

"What, Scully? I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Don't give me that. Yesterday you were bouncing off the walls, excited that the weekend was almost here and you had vacation for next week. What happened between then and now?"

I decided that I didn't want to hide from her anymore, she's all I had left. So I spilled it.

"Walter's left me."

"What did you just say? Walter? Walter Skinner, Walter?"

"Yeah. We've been lovers for almost a year. Last night he came to me smelling like perfume, and I fucked up. I acted like a jealous, possessive wife. He never made me any promises. Just because I was being faithful to him didn't mean I had any right to expect that of him. God, it hurts, Scully."

"Do you love him?"

"More than life."

"Does he know that?"


"Did he know you were being faithful?"

"Not until last night."

"Have you *told* him you love him?"


"Then go after him and tell him."

"I don't know where he went."

"You're a trained investigator, aren't you? Think back. Did he say anything that could help you figure out where he went?"

"Maybe he's with her."

"No, Mulder, he isn't."

"Last night was probably just a goodbye sympathy fuck. He's probably been seeing her all along and doesn't want me anymore."


I sat there listening to my best friend and partner talk about being in love with our boss, the man who gave me multiple orgasms last night. Hearing him talk, I felt so guilty. He loves Skinner. All I wanted was to find out how he was in bed.

I guess maybe I should feel used, but how can I? I asked for what happened last night. I flirted and teased and I got what I was after. I had no idea he was seeing Mulder. All I knew was that for the last year Mulder has been calmer, happier.

I could get angry with Skinner, but what good would that do. He didn't know how Mulder felt. If he had, last night wouldn't have happened. As guilty as I felt, I know he must have felt worse. That's why he left.

I couldn't let Mulder sit there thinking Skinner was with some woman. So taking my courage in both hands, I told him the truth.

"Mulder, I know he isn't with a woman. God, I wish you had told me how you feel about him sooner. I've been coming on to him for weeks. Mulder, he was with me last night. I'm so sorry. If either of us had known how you felt about him, it wouldn't have happened."

He stared at me, and I died a little inside. He turned away and just sat, not moving.

"Do you love him, Scully? I won't make any trouble for the two of you. I just need to know that he is loved."

"Damn it, Mulder. I'm not in love with him, and he isn't with me. He was surprised that I said yes. Last night was the only time. You say you love him; well, prove it."


"Find him and tell him. Hasn't it occurred to you yet that he left because he's feeling guilty? He probably feels like he betrayed us both. You just told me that until last night he didn't know you were saving it for him. Think about it for a minute. Wait let me ask a question first. You had sex right?"

He blushed and then stammered, "Yeah, twice."

"I wouldn't have thought that a man his age could get it up that many times in one night. Is he taking viagra? No? Well lucky you. Now think, Mulder. He's with me - something I don't think either of us thought would happen. Then, when he leaves me he goes straight to you. You act all jealous and tell him you are being faithful. Then he has to lie to you about who he was with because he knows he's fucked up big time. So, after he thinks about it awhile, he can't face the lie or the pain he knows he is going to cause two people he cares about."

"Yeah, I guess you are right."

"So where could he have gone to think?"

"He bought a little farm that he was planning on being a weekend hideaway for us. He told me about it weeks ago. It closed escrow yesterday. We were going there next week to start getting it fixed up. I don't know where it is though."

"Call Frohike and the guys. They'll find him."

"Scully, was it good?"

"What? Why are you asking me that?"

"Forget it. Sorry."

"Mulder, if you are worried that I will decide that I want to steal him from you, don't be. Yeah he's good. I won't lie to you. I enjoyed every minute of it. But I don't *love* him. You do. I've seen how happy you have been with him and now that I think about it, he's been different too. So you go find him and when you do, tell him I said thanks for a great evening and if I ever find out that he cheated on you again, I'll shoot him."

"Cover for me?"

"Yeah. Go. Tell him you love him, Mulder. I don't think you'll be sorry."


It took the guys less than an hour to find the address. I was on my way as soon as the map was printed. I pulled up in front of the farm just over an hour later.

I sat looking at the house for a long time. It's a beautiful, old stone house set back from the road. His car was parked out front, and a truck was just pulling out of the driveway. I waited for another minute then turned into the driveway. He opened the door before I got to the porch. He just looked at me then went back inside, leaving the door open. So I followed him inside.

"I thought I was supposed to come out with you. If you didn't want to wait for me, you could have just left the address."

"How did you find me?"

"The Gunmen. They take a dim view of my lover ditching me. By the way, Scully said thanks for a great evening and if you ever cheat on me again she'll shoot you."

"God, I'm sorry," he groaned, and turned away from me. "Guess Scully hates me now. Did you go to the trouble of finding me so you could tell me you won't see me anymore? Not that I blame you. Do you want to hit me? I deserve it, if you do. Take your best shot. You know the most ironic thing? I bought this place to try and hold you. For the last few months other doms have been asking to play with you, and I didn't want to share you. I was afraid if I kept taking you to the club someone would lure you away from me. You made me no promises, but I let them think you had."

My face was wet with tears. I put my hand on his arm and turned him toward me.

"Walter, look at me."

His shook his head and tried to turn away again. So I grabbed his head and yanked it up so he had to look at me or close his eyes. His hand came up and he brushed gently at my tears.

"Walter, I love you. I want only you. Someone at the club did proposition me one night when you were late. I told him that I was *your* property and I would *never* leave you. So you see, I let people think we had a commitment because I wanted one so badly. I was glad when you told me you were giving up the suite at the club. The weekends I couldn't be there with you I laid awake wondering if you were there with someone else."

"Until last night there hasn't been anyone but you since the first night you slept in my arms. If I could undo last night I would."

"I wouldn't."


"It pushed me into telling you that I was being faithful. Helped get me here right now with the courage to say I love you. Even though you haven't said the words, this house and your refusing to share me say a lot to me. I can wait until you are ready to say them."

He groaned and pulled me into a fierce hug. His mouth dried my tears and woke up my cock. When he finally pulled back a little, I smiled at him.

"I sure hope those guys were delivering a bed, because I sure don't see any furniture in here."

He smiled his most dazzling smile at me.

"Yes they brought a bed. It's the only thing I bought so far. I wanted you to help me pick out everything else for up here."

"Up here?"

"The basement will be our playroom. We'll go in tomorrow to clean out my suite. All the furniture there is mine and so are the toys. Do you want to see it now or do you want to see the new bed first."

I slipped one knee between his legs and rubbed my hard on against him.

"The new bed definitely."

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