Title: Anniversary
Author: Peach
Email address: peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Mulder/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains explicit m/m sex. If these things bother you *GO AWAY NOW*
Rating: NC17
Date: 2/14/01
Archive: DitB, Slashing Mulder. Others just ask
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner and Mulder, and 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: PWP
NOTE: Look for the follow up piece called Valentine's Day. To be followed soon by Christmas the first time portion of the story. A fourth will be the boy's night out.

I'm standing in the bathroom, freshly showered, teeth brushed, getting ready to shave. Looking up, I see his reflection in the mirror, his hard-on preceding him into the room.

He's been my lover for a year now. Today is our anniversary.

"Go ahead and shave. I'll just get things ready," he says.

He smiles at me in the mirror and pulls the towel off my hips. My cock is already hard. His presence alone is enough to make that happen. He opens the drawer next to me and pulls out a new tube of lube. Squeezing  a generous amount on his fingers, he slips them between my cheeks.

"Shave," he growls.

I look back at my reflection, pick up my razor and begin clearing the hair from my face. Do you have any idea how hard it is to shave while a big, nude guy with a giant hard-on is finger-fucking your ass?

I moan at my reflection as he slips out and returns with more lube and two fingers. With his free hand he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the beads of pre-come. He raises his thumb to my mouth. I suck it inside to clean it for him.

While I rinse the sink, I watch him in the mirror as he spreads a thick coat of lube on his cock. He moves into position behind me, his thick cock pushing against my small hole. My body opens to him. It really didn't have a choice.

His hands wrap around my hips, holding me as he begins the slide in and out of my body. I brace myself against the vanity and spread my legs a little farther apart. He's so big, and my ass feels so good pushing back with his movements.

I keep my eyes open, watching him in the mirror as he moves in a slow, steady rhythm. I watch as one hand moves from my hips up to rest on my shoulder as he rams into me with greater force. I tighten my hold on the sink to keep from being pushed against it.

The hand on my shoulder moves to cup around my throat as he continues to pound against me. My cock enjoys the strokes of his over my prostate so much I'm leaking pre-come. Our eyes meet and hold in the mirror as his other hand makes its way up my body. I have that silly smile that he calls my lazy grin on my face, as both his big hands close around my throat.

I lock my arms as he picks up the pace. His cock pulls completely out of me, then jackhammers back into me. His hands tighten as he continues to fuck me. My body is a riot of sensations. The pressure on my throat not yet enough to inhibit my breathing.

I feel my balls tighten and feel the changes in him that I know mean he's getting close. His hands tighten, and my vision starts to gray. My cock, however, is extremely happy. My balls pull up tight against my body and come shoots out against the vanity, long creamy ropes of it, painting the sink and the cabinet below. Had I enough breath, I would scream.

My ass locking down on him is enough to push him over the edge. I feel his come shooting high inside me. His hands leave my throat and wrap around me, pulling me back against his chest. I let my head fall back against his shoulder and nuzzle against his neck.

We stand there, with him holding me upright as we both get our breathing back to normal. His cock is still buried to the hilt in me. Come is leaking out down my legs. Our eyes still meet in the mirror.

"You're going to have some fantastic bruises. How are you going to hide them from Scully?" he asks me.

"They'll be gone by the time we have to go back to work on Monday. Besides, she should be used to seeing bruises on me by now. Thank you, Walter."

"You're welcome, Fox. Happy anniversary."

There's a loud, throat-clearing sound from the doorway. Turning, I see my other lover standing there sporting a morning hard-on. I guess we woke him.

"Are you going to spend the whole day fucking in the bathroom?" Alex whines. "Hey, I know it's your anniversary and all, but it's also Valentine's Day. Don't I get a Valentine's piece?"

I hear and feel Walter's laugh.

"Don't worry, lover. We have plans to wear you out today. By the time we're through, you won't be able to walk. Go back to bed. We'll be there in a minute."

Alex grins happily and runs back to bed.

"I hope you remembered the chocolate," Walter tells me.

"Of course I did. Did you remember the roses?"

"Yes, I did," he says grinning. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up, and go give Alex the best Valentine's day he's ever had."

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