Title: The Wardrobe
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: 01/11/02
Archive: DitB, RatB, SKSA, WWOMB. Others just ask
Website: http://us.reocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner, Krycek, 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: A special gift from a prior life.
NOTES: This is part of the His Master's Voice universe.
For the story of the prior life this story refers to, read Regression: New York 1800


I had just finished cutting the grass when the van pulled up in front. A man jumped down from the cab and smiled as he went toward the back to open the door. Another man came toward me with a clipboard.

"Afternoon. Got a delivery for Walter Skinner."

"That's me but I haven't purchased anything lately."

Just then Alex appeared at my elbow, smiling.

"Good, it's here. Hope it's been shipped properly."

"Alex, what's going on?"

"You'll see. Let them bring it in."

I watched as a big blanket-wrapped piece of furniture was carefully lowered from a truck. The two men followed Alex up the steps and, by the time I got inside, it was being positioned carefully in the spot where the coat tree had been in the entry. Alex must have moved the other piece out while I was cutting the grass.  

The blankets were removed and Alex circled around the piece inspecting it thoroughly. He nodded his approval.

"Sign for it, Walter, while they place it against the wall."

The two men did just that as I scribbled my name on the form. Then the driver took the board and pulled off the duplicate of the shipping receipt and handed it to me. Alex ushered them out while I stood staring at the new wardrobe standing in our entryway.

"Alex, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I found it when I was in New York last month. I wanted to surprise you with it for your birthday."

I had begun to think he was going to let my birthday pass. I didn't want any more birthdays; they just made me feel old.

"I told you I don't want birthdays. And, anyway, this isn't the usual type of gift you get for me. Why did you pick this?"

"Open the doors and look at the brass plaque inside."

I opened the doors to see the highly polished brass plaque he was talking about.

Plaque from Wardrobe

I stood there in shock for several minutes. Alex was watching me with that gentle smile that is mine and mine alone. Finally my brain kicked in.

"I can't believe this. Where did you...How did you... Alex, this is..."

"You like it?"

I couldn't believe the worry in his voice. I smiled my Alex only smile at him as I traced the words with my fingers. Words I had engraved with my own hands two hundred years ago.

"Alex, I can't believe anything I made then still exists, much less that you actually found it."

"I had it authenticated, Walter. I wouldn't have bought it if it weren't the real thing. You've always had good hands." Alex's leer telling me he was thinking of other ways my hands are good.

"And the expert I had check it out told me you used the best grade of mahogany available and the best cedar for the lining. He also said he had seen another piece he thought might be yours. I have him trying to track it down for us. I hope it turns out to be one of the pieces you made for our home."

"This is worth having a birthday. Thank you, Alex."

I pulled him in close, kissed him until I felt him getting hard against me.

"Should I thank you the way I thanked you for the parasailing lessons?"

"I didn't do it for a blowjob."

"I know that. Because we both know you can have those any time you want. But it just seems like little Alexei is ready for action and you know little Wally wouldn't mind joining the party."

"Little? Wally is definitely not little."

As he spoke, his hand covered my cock squeezing then rubbing. I moaned as I leaned into his touch. All the lifetimes and I'm still as horny for him as in the first one. He turned and, still holding on to me, led me toward the stairs.

In our bedroom, we pulled away only long enough to get rid of our clothes. I mumbled something about needing a shower but he pushed me down on the bed.

"No, you don't. We'll take one together after." 

I tracked him with my eyes as he moved around the bed to straddle my head. As soon as his cock was close enough, I pulled him into my mouth. Reaching up, I cupped his beautiful ass with both hands to pull him in closer.

He swayed slightly above me in his own dance as I worked to give him pleasure. His deep voice was whispering words of love and encouragement to me. He stayed like that for several minutes allowing me to lick and suck at the pace I chose. It's not the best angle, but then my lover doesn't always choose the easy way. If he did, he wouldn't still be putting up with me.

I wasn't surprised when he bent forward, lying chest to chest with me. I raised my leg at his touch, knowing he wanted to slip his hand under it to reach my balls. I moaned around his cock as he rolled them in his warm, slightly rough hand. I couldn't keep my hips from bucking up as his mouth covered the head of my cock.

I lost my focus as he began to tongue fuck the slit. He knows how hot he makes me when he does that. I lost myself in the feeling, floating in the pleasure he gives to me. I remembered what I was supposed to be doing when he wiggled his hips and pushed his cock against the back of my throat.

He pulled up long enough to say one word.

"Finger."

I love it that we have been together long enough for shorthand. I let go of his cock long enough to wet a finger then slipped it inside him. I sucked him in deep and rubbed his prostate. He replied by squeezing my balls the way he knows I like then deep throating me.

I slipped a second finger in, rubbed again while sucking as hard as I could and he flooded my mouth. I hadn't been quite ready and lost part of it. The heat of it on my cheeks felt good.

He had gone still and I thought I might have to wait a while for my own climax but I didn't mind. He pulled up took a couple of deep breaths.

"You just keep getting better at that."

"Didn't do too good, I lost part of it."

"Good thing you're wash and wear, huh?"

I heard a wet smacking sound then felt his fingers pushing into my ass. He found my prostate and I tried to levitate. His mouth descended on my balls, sucking them into his hot mouth. His tongue rubbing slowly over them as he applied gentle pressure.

His fingers continued to work in and out of me combining with his mouth to bring me closer and closer to the edge. He tells me I'm good but he could teach a postgraduate course in the fine art of cock sucking.  Although when I mention it, he tells me it's just all those centuries of being with me and knowing what makes me tick.

I love the weight of him on my body when he does me that way. My hands were still wrapped around his hips, kneading his ass as he worked on me. He brought me to the brink several times then backed off. He loves making me wait for it and I love being made to wait. 

He shifted once more and pulled the head back into his mouth doing that tongue-fucking thing again. I knew I had started to make that whining noise that only he has ever heard. Another finger pushed up inside me.

He raised his head long enough to command, "Come for me."

Then took me back in. My cock followed orders and I clutched his ass tightly as I erupted in his mouth. I greyed out with the violence of it and when the world came back into focus, he was watching me with that self-satisfied smirk I pretend to hate.

Reaching out, he trailed a finger over the sticky come on my face.

"Now, you need a shower."

"Now, I need a nap."

"Shower first."

Standing, he held out his hand to me and I noticed little Alexei beginning to rise again. I followed him into the bathroom, knowing I would end up against the wall. The man sure knows how to make a birthday special.

Fin

Happy Birthday, Walter!!!


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