Title: A Gift of Wings
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW* 
Master/slave relationship.
Rating: NC17
Date: 06/18/01
Archive: DitB, RatB, SKSA, WWOMB. Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, Scully, 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: PWP Games at the Cross Bar.
NOTES: Ursula sent me three possible titles for my birthday story. I decided to use them all. This is the second. Special thanks to Jose and RJ for letting me take the boys out to play in their bar. Thanks to my BB for the beta. This is part of the His Master's Voice universe.

My Alex taught me to fly, in more ways than one. I had lost my joy and my laughter. He gave them back to be. He taught me to play games again.

I was at my desk, wrapping up the latest report from Mulder and Scully, when my cell phone rang. They both rolled their eyes at me. I gave them the patented Skinner surly look in return. They knew about my relationship and didn't approve.


"Hi, Stud. You aren't alone."

"How could you tell?"

"You used that 'Mulder and Scully are driving me crazy' voice."

I laughed, "Didn't realise I had one of those."

"Well, you do. Are you almost done with that place for the week?"

"Yes, we should be through here in about fifteen minutes."

"Good. When you get home, take a long shower. Not too hot. I want you to think about me and lean back against the wall and jerk off. Take it slow and easy. Make it last."

"May I ask why?"

"No. There'll be clothes on the bed for you. Wear *just* what is on the bed. Nothing else. Understand?"

"Yes, of course."

"There'll also be a note with instructions. See that you follow them."

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me you love me and really freak them out."  I could hear his smile.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, slave. I am."

"I love you, Master. See you later."

I hung up the phone to see Scully with her eyebrow climbing into her hairline and Mulder making that pouting face he thinks is cute.

"Well, Agents, let's wrap this up, seems I have a date."

I hurried home, high on the anticipation of playing a game with my lover. When I entered the bedroom, I couldn't decide if I should laugh or groan. On the bed was a pair of jeans that I thought I had thrown out. For one, they were very tight. The extra workouts I'd been doing lately had added muscle mass so all my jeans were now tight.

This pair was worn in places to the point of being air-conditioned. You know, with lines of threads that exposed the skin. The tee was new and of some shiny material, in black of course. Alex likes me in dark colours, I think it's a reaction to all the white shirts I wear to work. My boots were sitting on the floor with black socks hanging over the side.

No underwear. Which meant that if I wasn't careful, I might get charged with indecent exposure. One of the holes was way too close to where my balls normally reside in my pants.

I picked up the note and read my instructions carefully. I quickly stripped and walked to the bathroom. There was a small control box sitting out on the vanity. I looked around the room, located the camera, flipped the control to turn it on then forgot it was there.

I turned on the water, laid out a towel, and entered the shower prepared to make Alex the best jerk off tape he ever saw. I ran the soap over my body, turning my back to give him a shot of my ass as I washed it. I slipped my fingers inside and stroked in and out a few times per his instructions. 

Turning back, I leaned against the wall. I know I had a silly grin on my face as I thought about Alex watching this later. I followed my instructions to the letter. I thought about my beautiful green-eyed lover. The way he makes me feel when he makes love to me. I used the soap and stroked my erection, rolling my balls in their sac as I brought myself close. Then letting go and taking deep breaths to calm down. Starting again when I knew it was safe.

I kept up my little show until the water was cooling before I finished myself off, screaming his name as I came.

I stepped out of the shower, dried quickly, shaved, brushed my teeth, and splashed on the cologne Alex had given me for my last birthday.  I dressed in just the clothes he had put out for me, positioning my balls carefully in the hope that they would stay inside the jeans.

The bar his instructions sent me to was new to me. We hadn't been there before. I leaned against the bar and ordered a drink from the lady bartender. Later, I would learn that she was co-owner. I looked around as I waited patiently for my lover. It was a small bar but I could tell that the leather that was visible in the room wasn't just for show. Other than the leather daddies, I could have been in any neighbourhood bar. 

I turned back to the bar, not wanting to attract attention while I waited. I knew that whatever game Alex wanted to play would give us both pleasure, but not if he had to start the evening by getting me out of trouble. It was hard to keep a silly grin off my face. I feel like a kid again when we play games together.

I was deep in my thoughts when his whiskey shot voice washed over me. "Are you available, or waiting for a client?"

I turned to look into his dancing green eyes. "I just stopped in for a drink. What did you have in mind?"

"How much?"

"Depends on what you want."

He moved closer into my personal space, his hand moving to cup my ass, fingers finding and sliding inside a hole to rub the space above where my cheeks separate.

"What if I want you to suck me off in the bathroom?"

"No problem. That's the least expensive of your options. Is that all you want?"

"No, then I want to get a room upstairs. I think I'd like to have you for the whole night."

His touch combined with his voice had me hard and wanting him. "That will be expensive. I'm very good at what I do."

"Yeah. I heard you were good." His fingers slipped out of the hole in my jeans. His hand wandered around to the front, fingers finding the hole there and tugging one of my balls free.

"I don't usually display my wares in public."

"I'm just examining the merchandise. Let me buy you another drink, while we talk."

I signalled the bartender for another. Alex let me go long enough to throw a twenty on the bar. Alex smiled and winked at the bartender as she placed the drink in front of me. She gave him a quizzical look in return but asked no questions. We were quiet until the bartender moved away from us. His hand came back to me skimming up over my erection.

"Like it?"

"Yeah, I do. You seem to be everything I heard you were."

"Word of mouth is such a good source of new business. Shall we talk about what kind of party you want?"

He leaned even closer to me as I sipped my drink. His lips near my ear as he let that JD flow.

"I like rough."

"If I can't work tomorrow, it'll be extra."

"If we go that far, I'll pay the extra."

"Ok. What else?"

"I like to play games."

"What sort of games?"

"I'll want to tie you. Want you to be my helpless victim."

"Bondage doesn't bother me but it *is* extra."  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a door open at the end of the bar. A woman in a wheelchair appeared and sat there watching us, a grin on her face. I looked up at the mirror and realised we had quite an audience. Most of the customers seemed to be interested in what was happening between us.

"How much extra if I make you call me 'Daddy' while I fuck your sweet ass?"

I groaned into my glass, good thing his instructions included wearing my cock ring or I would have creamed my pants right then.

"I don't charge for conversation. I just need to know what you're interested in talking about."

"I think we can continue this discussion in private. Wait here, I'll get us a room."

I watched him strut down to the end of the bar to the two women there, noticing that they appreciated the way he struts, too. They both smiled at him, the one in the wheelchair saying something to him that made his smile even bigger. He said something and three sets of eyes turned to look at me. His dancing, theirs appraising.

I watched as he paid for the room. Taking the key, he turned and crooked his finger at me. I know I pinkened as I walked toward him. My ball still hanging from the hole in my jeans where he had left it. When I reached him, he nodded to the ladies as his arm wrapped possessively around me.  He led me toward the stairs. In the mirror next to them I could see that the lady in the wheelchair had turned. Both ladies were watching with obvious relish as Alex's fingers found the hole in my jeans over my ass and slipped inside.

I didn't even notice the hall he led me down, all my awareness wrapped up in him and the pleasure I knew he would give me and take from me. He opened the door and flipped on the lights. I walked in and turned as he shut the door. He leaned back against the door, smiling at me.

"Suck me off."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I went to my knees in front of him, reaching for his belt.

"No hands."

I smiled as I put my hands on the door on either side of his hips. I opened his belt with the ease of practise, his button fly opened with just a hard pull of my teeth. I was glad he wasn't wearing underwear to impede my progress. I ran my tongue up his cock, caressing the vein that pulsed under the velvet skin. Reaching the top, I pulled the head into my mouth, pushing the tip of my tongue into the slit there to get that first little taste of him. He groaned deep in his throat, as his hand caressed my face.

He was as turned on as I was, so it didn't take me long to bring him off. I swallowed greedily as he filled my mouth. I could feel the trembling of his body as he tried to catch his breath. When I pulled back off his cock, he slid down the door to the floor. I knelt there, between his spread legs, with that silly grin on my face.

When his eyes opened, he smiled at me. "You do that very well. I guess *that* rumour about you was true. Are all the others?"

"I'm not sure since I haven't heard the rumours. What do they say about me?"

"One guy told me that you may not look like a rent boy, but you've got the sweetest ass he ever fucked."

I couldn't stop the grin. "Well, that would be one hundred percent accurate."

"And so modest, too."

"I've never been asked for a refund. Guess I must do something right."

"I intend to check out all of those rumours before the night is over. Undress me."

I got to my feet and reached to pull him up. I took my time undressing him, touching softly the body that gives me so much pleasure. After telling me to strip, he went to check out the drawers in the dresser. I stripped quickly. Alex turned from the dresser with a couple of bags.

"Here open these and put them on."

He opened another drawer as I opened the sealed bags containing handcuffs. Looking over at the bed I could tell that this sort of bondage was a pretty regular event here. I snapped one side of each pair around my wrists, making sure that they weren't too tight. We had used cuffs in the past so I knew just how much space to leave.  

Without looking, he ordered me to get on the bed.

"Back or stomach?"

"On your back. I want to see my boy's face while I fuck him."

I dropped into scene with the ease I never expected to acquire when we first started playing games. "Yes, Daddy."

He threw me a grin over his shoulder as he continued checking the contents of the drawer. I got on the bed, making myself comfortable. He turned from the dresser, his hand holding several bags that he dropped beside me on the bed. I raised my hands and he fastened the dangling ends of the handcuffs to the bed frame.

He got on the bed and straddled me. I enjoyed having his weight resting on me. I watched as he opened the first bag with his teeth.  He held up the crop. "New, stiff like something else we won't mention. I do like new toys. Does my boy like that Daddy has new toys to play with?"

"Yes, sir."

He leaned down to kiss me. "Such a good boy. My good boy is going to make Daddy feel good, isn't he? Gonna take all of Daddy's cock up his sweet tight ass."

I moaned. God, the man knows what his voice does to me. Hell, he could read me the shopping list and I'd get hard. But when he starts talking dirty, I'm just gone.

"Boy, I expect an answer when I ask a question." The crop slapped against my thigh as incentive.

"Yes, Daddy, gonna take all of you. Want all of you."

I was rewarded for this with his mouth torturing first one nipple then the other. The next bag contained the nipple clamps that were soon adorning my body. He scooted down my body so that my cock was nestled between his cheeks.

"Did I tell my boy how glad I am that he has such a big cock?"

"No, sir."

"Guess I didn't tell you that I don't plan to let you come for quite some time, did I?"

I groaned. I'd been hard since before I left the house to come here. But then he knew that. He loves to keep me hard for hours at a time. I never thought being kept waiting for it could be so deliciously wonderful.

"No, sir."

He moved then causing his reawakening cock to rub against my belly as mine tried to find its way inside him. He smiled as I bucked up under him. He toyed with the nipple clamps until I felt like screaming at him to just fuck me now. He bent down to kiss me again. Letting me continue to bump and grind against his ass.

I sighed loudly as he moved into position between my legs, lifting them gladly for him. I whimpered as he spread a minimal amount of lube over his cock. He positioned the head at my opening, his eyes questioning. I sucked in a deep breath and he rammed into me, burying his full shaft. Then went still.

I screamed, of course. He has encouraged me to be vocal. He loves the noises I make. But screaming is what he likes best and I'm happy to cater to that kink for him. I panted as my ass relaxed around him.

"Are you ready for me to fuck your tight ass, boy."

"Yes, Daddy. Do me. Give it all to me."

He started pumping into me hard and fast. Making it rough, as he had warned me downstairs. I closed my hands around the bed frame next to where the cuffs were attached and did my best to arch up to meet each punishing stroke. God! I love it when he gets wild with me. Nothing I ever knew before him compares to how this feels.

He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes watching me as he used me for his pleasure. "Gonna come in your sweet ass, boy. Sweet, tight ass. You make Daddy come so good."

One more hard thrust, his hand clutching at my thigh hard enough to leave fingerprints. I tightened down on him to pull every drop into me. He dropped down onto my chest and lay there panting. I just lay there, silly grin back on my face. I didn't even care that my cock was still hard and my balls were turning blue.

After he calmed, he went to the bathroom and came back with a cloth to clean me up. He unlocked the cuffs from the bed but not my wrists.

"Get on your knees facing the head of the bed."

I moved into the position and he fastened the cuffs to the frame again.

"Move back as far as you can without straining your arms."

Well, this was new. I was curious to see what was coming next. I heard another bag being ripped open.

"Eyes front, boy"

I gasped as the toy was worked inside me. I thought it was a dildo at first but then I felt the familiar muscle adjustment that told me it was a butt plug. Plugs being something I'm very well acquainted with. He sends me to work wearing them now and again.

Then I was treated to a few strokes of the crop. Then his hand rubbing over my ass.

"Such a beautiful ass. Such a pleasure to use."

The plug was worked in and out of me a few times then he shifted his attention to my nipples. Removing the clamps, he ducked his head under my arm to bite and suck them. They would be screaming but since they couldn't, I did it for them. Then he stepped up the torture, working the plug in my ass as he bit hard on a nipple.


"You want to come don't you, boy?"

"God! Yes!"

He picked up the lube then and rubbed a thick coat on my cock. Slipping between me and the bed frame, he positioned my cock between his cheeks and started working himself onto me. I stayed very still letting him control his penetration.

"God, Walter, you're so fucking big. I would have to fall in love with a man who is hung like a fucking horse. Fuck me, but start slow."

I followed his instructions like always. Pulling out slowly then pushing in the same way. I love when he lets me take him this way. You can't know what a thrill it is for me that a total top like Alex will bottom for me. But *only* for me.

I pumped in and out of my lover's body until his breathing told me he was hard again. His voice was low as he growled, "Fuck me hard, Walter. Give me all of you."

Sweet music to my ears. I rammed into him taking him as hard as he had taken me earlier. The bed was rocking with our movements him pushing back to meet each thrust. I was on fire and babbling at him again. He braced his chest against the bed frame and reached between us to unsnap the ring.

I roared as I shot my come so hard and high inside him I was sure he would taste it in the back of his throat. He pumped his own cock and tightened down on me as he shot onto the bed in front of him. He moaned and dropped his head to rest on the bed frame. I nuzzled into his throat as we both panted for air.

When we caught our breath, he slipped off the bed again. He unfastened the cuffs, from my wrists this time. I rolled over onto my back. I barely noticed when he cleaned me. Groggily moved to get under the covers as he pulled and pushed at me. I was only dimly aware when he snuggled next to me, kissing me softly as he whispered his love to me.

I came awake slowly in the morning. Stiff and realising that I still had a butt plug up my ass. I opened my eyes to see his, sparkling at me.

"Finally decided to join the living?"

"Fuck you."

"You did. And quite well if the tenderness of my ass is any indication."

I couldn't stop the smile. I reached and pulled him close, nuzzling my nose in his hair as I breathed in the mingled scents of our musk and come that still hung in the room. What a wonderful way to wake up in the morning.

"Come on, let's shower and go home. I think we're going to need a day of rest to recover from last night. Good thing I did the shopping yesterday."

We showered, for once not having sex during. He kissed me often but that was all. As I started to dress, he held up the butt plug and I moaned.

"Come on, you need a souvenir of last night and I don't think you want to walk out carrying it in your hand."

I tried to look put out but it didn't work, he just pointed toward the bed with it. So I leaned over, legs spread to let him push it into me. Picking up his jacket, he pitched me a pair of underwear. Guess he didn't want anything falling out in the light of day.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the ladies from the night before sitting at a table with the smell of coffee strong in the room.

"Wait here, Walter."

He went over to the table and squatted down between the two of them. He said something. I assumed he was asking how much for the plug. Then he handed the bartender a couple of bills. The one in the wheelchair then pushed the paper in front of her to one side and handed him a video tape. He said something that caused them both to laugh then the paper in front of the bartender was moved to reveal another tape.

He kissed both on the cheek then straightened and walked back toward me. I could see both of them staring at his ass with appreciative, soft smiles on their faces. He stopped next to me and handed me the tape. Taking my free hand he pulled me toward the door.

I waited until we were in the car to ask any questions.

"Is this what I think it is?"

"What do you think it is, Walter?"

"A tape of us fucking in that room last night."

"I do believe that is exactly what it is."

"And they have a duplicate?"


"You trust them with that?"

"I've known them for a long time. They have tapes of half of Washington fucking and I've never heard of anyone being blackmailed. It's not their style. They just like running a nice little place where people can be themselves and play their games. Besides, you're out of the closet now and I don't give a flying fuck what anyone but you thinks about me."

I smiled then, realising that he was right. Like I said, he's taught me to fly and that is greatest thing about our love. I settled back and let my lover take me home.


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