Title: Desktop Realities
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
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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: An undisciplined agent gets called on the carpet.
NOTES: #22 Sequel to Office Dreams
I winced as AD Skinner slapped down the file. He was angry; no doubt about it and someone was going to feel his anger. He snatched up the phone and pounded digits into the base.
"Agent Krycek, I wish to see you in my office immediately...Yes, I know it's late, but you will just have to postpone whatever you had planned for the evening. Now get your ass up here!"
The phone slammed down, and I felt the vibrations. I thought Agent Krycek was in for the reaming of his life. Little did I know just how right I'd be.
It was after five and most of the building had emptied. It would be hours before the cleaning staff showed up. There is a different vibration to the building at the end of the day. I was sure that Agent Krycek was wishing he'd gotten out early, since it was Friday and AD Skinner would have calmed down by the time he saw him on Monday.
There was a tentative knock at the door and the AD yelled, "Come in."
The door opened, and the young agent stood outlined by the light from the other room. He looked a little nervous as he stepped into the room.
"Close the door, Agent."
He closed the door and walked over to stand in front of the desk. AD Skinner didn't say anything for a full minute. He picked up the report and slapped it against his hand a few times.
"Agent Krycek, is this how they taught you to write reports at the academy?"
"I…ah…I'm not sure what you mean, Sir."
"Did Mulder help you write this one?"
"Are you sure? Because it certainly looks like the fiction he tries to run by me on a regular basis. I should have known it was a mistake to put you down there with him."
"Sir, I'm not sure what you mean. Agent Mulder has taught me a lot."
"I didn't want him teaching you how to be creative in your reports."
He'd gotten deadly quiet; using the voice I'd learned usually led to someone's being transferred to the outer reaches of the known world. I could feel the AD's blood pressure rising and the young agent was shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"Sir, I assure you the report is totally my responsibility. Agent Mulder had nothing to do with it. I apologize for any errors and will re-write it for you. Please, Sir, punish me, not Agent Mulder."
The AD shifted in his chair and the atmosphere in the room shifted. Anyone with a good nose would have smelled the testosterone in the air. I felt the bump of something unfamiliar underneath me.
When the AD spoke, his voice held a low growling sound that *I'd* never heard in it before.
"Punish you, Agent? Do you wish a reprimand in your file?"
"I was hoping for something less official, Sir."
"I see. That can be arranged, Agent. Drop your pants."
I was a dumbfounded. The AD was going to resort to physical violence against the newest agent? This was unprecedented, not to mention the repercussions it could have on his career if it came out that he physically touched one of his underlings.
I heard the sound of clothing being removed, and then felt the warmth of a body on my surface. The AD rose and walked around to the other side. Again I heard a sound I didn't recognize, and then he spoke.
"How many lashes do you think you deserve for this infraction, Agent?"
"It is a first offence, Sir."
I felt something hard poke against me as Agent Krycek gripped my sides.
"Yes, Agent, it is. I believe five will make the point. Be aware that a repeat of this behavior will mean an increase in the punishment level."
"Yes, Sir, I understand."
I heard a whooshing sound and then a loud smack as an object made contact. Agent Krycek grunted and rocked against my surface. The sounds came again, and the grunt was louder that time. On the fifth stroke he made a whimpering noise that just broke my heart for him.
"I trust you will remember this the next time you're tempted to give me fiction instead of a well written report."
"Yes, AD Skinner, I give you my vow."
"I think we need to reinforce the lesson."
"What are you going to do?" His voice sounded rough and trembled slightly.
I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered as Agent Krycek twisted on my top.
"Sir, you can't…you aren't going to…"
"Do you want to displease me, Agent?"
"No, Sir. I'll do anything to gain your forgiveness."
"Fine, then be still and this will be over soon."
Agent Krycek's body slithered against me and he let out a low moan as he was pressed tighter to my side. What was happening, I wondered. I couldn't imagine what else the AD was doing to punish the agent.
I could hear noises that I knew were flesh slapping against flesh. Krycek's body was rocking back and forth and that hard object was poking me with each slap of skin. He'd started to make these strange keening noises and the AD was grunting with each slap.
I was shocked when I heard his next words. "You're going to be my best, boy. Gonna fill your sweet ass now."
Then the Agent moaned, "Do it, fuck me hard."
The slapping sounds got louder and the AD moaned, "Oh yeah, so hot, love your ass."
Then Krycek was pushed tight against me and I could feel the vibrations as the AD rammed against him. There was a minute of almost silence, just their breathing. Then Krycek was lifted and I heard him whimpering as a slick stroking sound was made.
"God, Walter, yes! Now!"
Then something hot and wet was splashing onto me and the report still lying on me. The AD's voice sounded proud as he told him, "Good boy, Alex. That's my good boy."
Then just the two of them, panting loudly for several minutes followed by the rustle of clothing.
The AD's voice sounded soft and loving, "Was it what you wanted, Alex?"
"I'm glad. Come along and I'll buy you a thick steak for dinner."
"What about the desk?"
"Most of it's on the folder, just toss that, here's my handkerchief."
I heard the folder go into the trash and then I was rubbed carefully. Agent Krycek chuckled, "Stop that, you greedy man."
"Always for you, Alex."
Nothing more was said but the noises sounded wet. The door was opened, the lights turned out and I was left alone to contemplate the happiness I'd heard in the AD's voice as he said Agent Krycek's name, Alex, a good name, a name that fit well with Walter. I found myself hoping they would utilize my surface again in the future.
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