Title: Three of RodsAuthor: Amazon X
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Category: slash, threesome, Bertie birthday fic
Rating: Adult
Summary: Mulder needs to be taken down a notch.
Archive: The Basement, Full House Slash, Gossamer,
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, I have no money.
Notes: It's a threesome for the birthday of the Queen of Threesomes, Bertie my love! This is just a quickie, as we all know what I went through with Ursula's b-day gift. I'm setting it after "Avatar", since that's when Mulder first got info about Walter. You'll just have to suspend belief that Walter hates Alex.
Better late than never! My very first Mulder 1st POV, be gentle, I tried hard to keep his voice in my head as I wrote, so have mercy on me. Erynn gave me fast beta, but it's a shortie, so no biggie, right? Wrong! D.W.C., whom only criticizes (love ya, babe) caught some fuck-ups at first distro, so I fixed 'em. Hope you're happy, babe!
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BABYLON EAST
ARLINGTON, VAIf it kills me, I will find out where my boss goes at night. Why do I care, you ask? Simple. I'm a busybody. Now, I know what you may be thinking. I'm not kidding. I'll explain.
I, Fox William Mulder, was a bored child. Yes, I'm too damn smart for my own good. I was always bored at school, not being sufficiently challenged. So, I would get into other people's business, usually getting quieted by the teacher. Passing notes was a problem. Sometimes, I felt like a girl. Mostly, I just felt good to know everyone's story. I think that's why I went into psychology.
Scully is convinced I'm seeing someone. I'm not, really. I just want to know what makes Skinner tick. It seems that the death of his wife has made him into even more of a gym rat. His huge bulk can't get any bigger, can it? Maybe this obsession with finding out what Skinner's up to is unhealthy. I mean, I must be honest with you. Truth is what I'm about, and truth be told, I think I have a crush on him. This isn't the first man I've thought was handsome and sexy. Oxford is full of them, and having schooled there, I became open to other possibilities. Well, Phoebe beat them into me, really, forcing me to watch gay porn, and taking me to gay dance clubs until the sight of man-on-man action was second nature to me, second only to her. I think that's what's driving me to driving my car all over the city to find Skinner.
How I ended up in front of the most fascinating looking gay dance club in Virginia is beyond me. Well, not really. AD Skinner walked in there. *That* is what I'm considering doing, but I'll be following him, really. Right into a gay club. Where he's gone in, alone, dressed like...like...a hottie. Did I just call my boss a hottie? Oh God, I did. He's wearing *tight* faded blue jeans, a black tight tank top and big black motorcycle boots with straps on them and everything.
He had a watch on his left wrist that I've never seen. Usually he wears this sleek Movado with a plain mother of pearl face and thin silver band. Tonight, he's wearing this thick leather wrist strap with a clock face slapped in the middle. Looks like something you'd get from the Harley Davidson gift shop. I was just so overwhelmed by how different he looked without his glasses. And he puts some kind of slick in his hair, what's left. I think he'd shave it bald if he could get away with it in the bureau. Here goes everything.
I admit right off, this was a mistake. I'll never get the smell of smoke and sweat and sex out of this suit. Well, I followed him home, then straight here. I didn't have time to change. I didn't even think of it. I do have the sense to pull off my tie. The heavy bass beat is relentless, driving the hoard of semi-naked men to writhe and move to its hypnotic sway. I find my way to the bar and scream my order of a beer. I'm a little annoyed when my ten-dollar bill is taken and nothing is brought back in change. Ten bucks for a Bud? Christ, that's ridiculous.
Within five minutes, I have offers to give and receive things I've only seen on film. That's right, neither of my only two sexual partners ever gave me head. Well, I did watch a blowjob in a bathroom once. Then I got shoved against a urinal and almost raped, so, I don't think I want to load up on liquids here.
Oh shit, he's seen me. He's standing there talking to that other guy with short dark hair. They looked like they were deep into an intimate conversation. He just looked up and I'm fucked, I know it. There's no rule in the FBI that says you're not allowed to be openly gay. It's just hazardous to your health. I don't have this problem. I'm a leper, anyway. Spooky Mulder, Fairy Mulder, whatever. Skinner is probably worried, though. It will stymie his career if this got out.
He's just looking at me. He raises his big, meaty hand and motions me to him. I'm drawn, moth to flame, fly to spider web, Mulder to X-File...sorry. When I get there, I'm not prepared for what I see. He's talking to Krycek! Bastard! "Is he under arrest, sir?" I ask, barely containing my fury.
"Mulder, what are you doing here?" he asks, as if it's escaped him that he's talking to the man who mugged him for the vindication of my career, the answer to my quest to find my sister.
"I followed you, sir," I said quickly, only concentrating on my greatest enemy before me.
"What do you think you're doing following me around, Agent Mulder?" he stated loudly, the music seeming to fade into the background.
"I...uh...sir, I..." I stammered while thinking of an excuse. Oh, sure, I'll tell him the truth. I'm following you because I have an undying crush on you, sir. I would very much like it if you would teach me the Greek arts, sir. That would go over like a lead balloon.
"Agent Mulder, this is neither the time nor the place for you to bring up the X-Files to me."
He's serious. He thinks I want to talk about work. If he only knew. "Sir, this isn't about a case. It's..."
"If it's personal, then you should talk to a counselor."
"Me? I'm not the one prancing around a gay club with a known and wanted felon, sir!" I shout, causing several other couples to turn toward us.
I can see his face getting red all the way from the neck of his shirt to the tips of his ears, across his bare scalp. "Outside, Agent Mulder, NOW!" he shouts, while simultaneously grabbing my arm. Krycek just follows like a trained dog. He leads me to his car that flashes as he turns off the alarm and unlocks the doors. He shoves me into the backseat then gets into the driver's seat. Krycek slides in shotgun.
"Sir, my car..." I start to say, but he raises his hand to stop me.
"You'll get it in the morning." He starts the huge Lincoln's engine and we start off for, presumably his home. I know he's still in the house that he rented when he moved from the house he owned with his wife. Since her death, he's sold the old house and is still sorting through their martial property.
Krycek walked in as if he was well acquainted with the place and began pouring drinks. "Mulder, you want that usual club soda?" The sneer in his voice is unmistakable.
"I'll take a beer."
"Then get it yourself," he says while pointing to the kitchen. So I get myself a beer while watching him pour a scotch neat for Skinner and a vodka tonic for himself. How they can drink lukewarm alcohol is beyond me. Skinner sits on the couch while Krycek sits on the couch, propping his booted feet on the coffee table. I just stand awkwardly in the doorway, waiting.
"OK, Mulder, why did you follow me after hours?" Skinner starts.
"I wanted to talk to you, sir...and I...just..." I have no clue why I'm stammering so much.
"You're shocked at where you found me, aren't you?" he asks, matter-of-factly.
I just nod, mute. How do I tell him? Assistant Director, sir, I want you to make love to me...and...and... God, why didn't anyone tell me that Krycek, with all that long hair and his legs all stretched out like that, looks so sexy? He's looking up at me through those long sooty lashes and his pouty mouth...is it swollen? Were he and Skinner kissing before I got there? Oh, God, do not think about them making out, you'll get hard. Too late.
I try to slide my hand in my pocket, to try to diffuse the tenting of my pants, since I wore loose silk boxers today, of all days. I watch my companions carefully.
"Can't hide that rod, Mulder," he says casually.
"Huh?" I say dumbly, in shock.
"Mulder," Skinner begins, "Obviously, you followed me to the club for a reason. You seemed more upset that I was there with Alex, than the fact that I was there at all, regardless of your statement earlier. Now, do you want to join us in bed, or shall I call you a car service to take you back to your apartment?"
Gets to the point, doesn't he? I shake my head and finish my beer. "Lead the way, sir," I say, hoping to God things get explained later.
He stands and holds his hand out to Krycek, who takes it and they stand together. When they kiss, fire licks balls and there is no hiding the staff I'm wielding. I follow as Skinner leads Alex up the stairs to his large bedroom, and huge bed. The younger man just falls across it, looking up and waiting. I stand in the doorway and wait, watching as Skinner starts pulling off Krycek's boots. Socks, jeans, shirt and briefs all end up on the floor and the young, lithe body lounges back on the bed. God, he is gorgeous. His thick, proud cock is starting to get hard, lengthening before my eyes. Skinner removes his own clothing, already hard and oh my God...he's got the biggest cock I've seen in my life.
He climbs onto the bed, on top of Krycek and they start kissing. It's exciting to watch two men kissing here before me. I've never seen it this close, and quiet, with no music and smoke and other men grunting and groaning. Krycek's hands slide over Skinner's back to his taught and powerful ass, squeezing the muscles. They were thrusting and rubbing against each other, devouring each other's mouth and tongues. I'm not a voyeur frottage, usually, but I couldn't help myself. Then Skinner pulls back and turns to me. He rolls to his side, beside Krycek and they turn to look at me. Oh God, they're smiling.
"Mulder, if you want to join the party, you're welcome to. But you have to play nice with Alex."
Skinner's voice is so soft and welcoming. I slipped my suit jacket off and lay it across the plush easy chair behind me. My shirt joins it and I start to toe my shoes off. It doesn't take me long to get everything off and I stand straight up, and I do mean straight up. The damn slut that usually hangs dead between my legs, unless I'm watching some very disgusting porn, was pretty much trying to pat my belly. This was getting interesting.
Krycek gives me a wicked smile and slides up the bed. OK, here goes everything. I crawl across the wine-colored comforter into the arms of a man I'd previously had thoughts of murdering, and his lover, a man who I had no clue had the least amount of interest in me. As my lips reach Skinner's, he starts devouring me with his entire mouth. Not ever having kissed a man before, this is an entirely new experience for me. So strong and forceful, I'm being dragged over onto my back. It's overwhelming as another mouth starts caressing my neck and throat.
"Oh, god, yeah..." as Krycek kisses me next. Four hands are roaming my body, touching me in places that hands other than my own haven't touched for years. Except Scully to examine me. I find myself laid on my back and being explored with hands and mouths. I like kissing these men. Krycek surprises me by being attentive, responding to my moans and yelps. No, I don't like biting my nipples, but I do like being rimmed. But that soon came to an end as Skinner turned me around and pulled me up onto my knees.
"Do you want to stop, Mulder? Or shall I continue?" he asks, before using the items Krycek has dropped on the bed.
I'm beyond speech at this point, wanting only to finally have what so many men have described as the most exciting sex of their lives. All I can manage is pressing back against him, hoping it's enough to show I indeed want to continue. Again that sweet mouth is on mine and I lost again in sensation barely feeling the warm, slick fingers opening my ass for Skinner's entrance. I heard the condom rip and the squirt of more lube, then it pressed against me. When I said he was huge, I was not kidding. I thought my ass was going to tear open when he started sliding in.
I know I tensed a bit, and he stops, saying, "You OK, Mulder?" I answer by trying to slide back on him.
I open my eyes to see Krycek leaning back, stroking his big cock as he watches me getting fucked. He's long and thick, but not as much as Skinner, longer than me, but I have more girth than he does. Oh, what the hell, this is strange as it is, let's go all out for bizarre. "Come here," I rasp out to him, balancing on one hand to reach out. I've always wanted to do this.
Krycek kneels before me and reach out to take his rod in my hand to guide it to my mouth. Shit, I know what I like, and I've watched them enough, I should be a pro at this! From Krycek's reaction. I'm not doing too badly. With a few tentative licks, I just say "boo yah!" and slide the head into my mouth. This isn't so bad, actually. He tastes salty, and that musky smell, so wonderful. Oh, I'll forgive him of anything right now.
He doesn't thrust hard into my mouth, but gently rocks, countering to Skinner's thrusts so that I'm not knocked off balance. Four hands roam my body, gently caressing me and smoothing over me, until I feel and hear them meet in a fierce kiss above me. Yes, oh, this is heaven, Pleasure on both ends. I was always oral and I just love the sounds Alex is making above me...Alex...oh, that name sounds nice. Walter...Walter is behind me, gently hitting my prostate and it's all I can do not to scream. Well, the cock in my throat doesn't help. Who knew I could deep throat?
Walter is tensing and he's ready. Two, three more thrusts and he comes hard, slamming into me. He pulls back I seriously work on Alex, making him grab my head in both hands and shout, "Shit!" before pouring semen into my mouth, bitter and hot. I swallow, knowing it's just him, just something I'd want him to do for me and let him thrust a bit more, shallow and ragged, before sinking back onto the bed. My limbs give out and they slide out from under me, in a sad impression of Bambi on ice.
With my head buried in my folded arms, I could only hear the low chuckles, when suddenly, I'm flipped over onto my back. Four hands and four lips descend on me with maddening accuracy, grabbing my cock and balls, and two tongues start battling around my shaft. Oh, heaven, being down one throat, the other mouth swallowing my nuts. Jeez, this is the best feeling in the world. Oh God, I'm gonna come.
I can't control the undulations of my body as I come, pumping into Alex's mouth as I look down. He pulls away and quickly kisses Walter to share me, it seems. They both lean down to clean me off and I have to squirm for them to stop. "OK, guys, enough!" Chuckles greet me as two swollen mouths take turns kissing me and we settle back.
Walter lays between Alex and I, which is fine. Alex leans across Walter's chest to kiss me goodnight, and Walter kisses me next. The kiss they share is a little longer and deeper, but that's OK. I'm still new here. A light is turned off and I settle back. My ass hurts, but the low throb and burn lulls me to sleep.
In the morning, Walter gently kisses me awake. His smile is gentle. He looks so handsome and young without his glasses. "Good morning, Mulder," he says, laying back, one arm curled behind his head. Oh, that looks so juicy.
"Hey, Walter," I say, sitting up to say it to Alex. But the bed is empty where he was sleeping. I look over at Walter to ask, but his eyes drop away from me quickly.
"He slipped out before dawn. He always does. He can't stay right now, too much danger following him. He thinks he's protecting me. He doesn't know what I've been through. He'll be back though."
"Good." I smile at Walter, who kisses me again.
"Come on, let's get up and get started. We'll do something interesting today. Want breakfast?" he asks, pulling on his briefs and robe. I pull up my silk boxers.
"Yeah, can you make waffles?" Oh, I can almost smell the batter warming in the waffle iron as I ask.
"Yeah, take the yellow box out of the freezer, put the frozen waffles in the toaster, press the plunger down."
I smile at him as he leads me down to the kitchen. It's going to be a fun day. As he's pulling the toaster out of his cupboard, he looks at me and asks, "What made you decide to take a chance, Mulder? To follow and approach me?"
I swallow my mouthful of orange juice and he expects an answer. "Well, sir, a psychic had told me I should."
"A psychic? Mulder, are you serious?" He gives me the same look he does when he finishes reading one of my reports.
"Yes, sir," I say, adopting Agent Mulder's persona. "The woman read my tarot cards. The answer card was the three of rods. She interpreted that as 'Your ship is coming in.' Told me if there was anything I was waiting on doing, I should do it."
He brushes a hand across my cheek. "I'm glad you did."
The End
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