Posted 19th August, 1999.
I've overdosed on
Mulder and his demons" stories recently. Here's my, uh, homage to
should take offence at this - this is a BADFIC.
lines totally inspired by Gwyneth
and Sandy's wonderful music vid on one of the Media Cannibals tapes.
one's for Sergeeva and dot.
Graphic by Danni
and ran a shaking hand over
his wide forehead, his dark eyes full of agonised distress. He stared at
for several minutes, feeling anguish, fear, and a near fatal twinge of
realising that, yet again, this story wasn't going to be about him, no
promisingly it had started.
With a resigned sigh, he handed the
photograph over to
Mulder buried his face in his hands
and tried to stave off
the weariness. Another serial killer. Another dead body. That made 73
victims in the last
24 hours alone. And it was all his fault. He looked at the photo of the
little girl that
Skinner had handed him, and stifled a sob. She was so young and pretty,
with her golden
curls, and big blue eyes, and now she was dead and it was his fault
because he still
hadn't caught this serial killer despite working on the case non-stop
for every single one
of the previous 90 minutes.
He looked up into Scully's
sympathetic blue eyes. He knew
what she was thinking - she was thinking about Samantha. She was
thinking about how all
this was bringing back memories of Samantha's abduction, and how that
had all been his
fault too. She was thinking about how tragic his life was, and how she
wanted to take his
gorgeous face between her hands and soothe away his troubles, to kiss
his beautiful full
lips and make him remember that there was something worth living for.
She wanted to take
him away, to a church somewhere, and put a ring on his finger, and
possibly one around his
cock, although that would be later - probably on the honeymoon in Hawaii
when she revealed
her kinky side. Then she would use him as a sex slave for a couple of
years before their
happiness was made complete by the birth of their twins - one of each, a
boy and a girl.
"It's no use, Scully," he told her,
her helplessly, and knowing it could never be. "Another little girl is
"Mulder…" Skinner began, but Mulder
his head, unable to bear their sympathetic platitudes.
"It's the truth, Sir. I'm missing
here." Mulder shuffled the photographs of the dead victims, deep in
He noticed, out of the corner of
his eye, that Skinner was
looking at him, frowning. He knew what the other man was thinking.
Skinner wanted to jump
over the desk, pull him into a manly embrace, and then plunder his
gorgeous pouty lips
with his own, in a way that was, well, not quite so manly.
Mulder sighed. Sometimes it was
difficult concentrating on
his job when he knew that all his colleagues were suffering so much.
They all wanted him
so badly. He felt terrible. It must hurt them so much, to have all these
feelings for him
and never be able to express them. It was all his fault. Everything was
his fault. If he
wasn't so beautiful, with his tall, lanky body, and his thick dark hair,
mischievous hazel eyes, to say nothing of his gorgeous pouty lips, the
cute little mole on
the side of his face, and his enormous throbbing trouser snake…It wasn't
fair. If he
wasn't so beautiful, then they wouldn't suffer with their repressed
longings to possess
his naked body with their greedy lips, to cover him with whipped cream
and lick it all off
slowly, to thrust him up against a wall and roughly explore his
throbbing trouser snake
with their hands and tongues...
"Mulder." Skinner looked
don't you take a break, son," he murmured. Mulder nodded. He needed one.
his collar and tie. It was very hot in here.
Mulder went for a swim. He felt
awful pulling on his red
speedos, knowing how they enflamed the already out-of-control desires
that his colleagues
had for him, but they were the only pair he had, and anyway, he knew
they suited his long,
lean limbs, and showed off his full, bulging manhood to perfection.
He slid into the water and began to
swim, allowing the
cool water to wash away the horror of the case he was working on. He
knew that he was
looking unshaven, and haggard, and that people were just longing to
comfort and take care
of him, and probably feed, bathe, and shave him too, but that couldn't
happen. He was
alone, which was what he deserved because of not being strong enough to
save his sister
when he was 12.
Mulder bit down on his lovely lower
lip. Samantha - gone.
So many children - gone. He mourned for his own lost childhood, and for
children, for Emily, and for all innocent victims everywhere, including
Queequeg and that
call girl who had died after having sex with Skinner, because she
had been a victim
too. Poor Skinner, who had only been driven into that girl's arms
because his longings for
Mulder had broken up his sham of a marriage. Poor Sharon, locked in a
loveless marriage to
a man obsessed with a much, much younger, and almost ethereally
beautiful and tragically
damaged man. Then there was that strange doglady who he'd had that
friendship with - gone. Gone because she loved him too much to risk his
life against the
hound of hell.
All of them gone. All of them dead
because of him. Mulder
turned and started another lap, lost in thought, but not so lost in
thought that he didn't
notice AD Skinner walking alongside the pool. Poor Skinner. Reduced to
pretending he had
an urgent message for Mulder just so that he could take a look at this
complicated young man, bowed down by the weight of his troubled life,
and yet still so
incredibly sexy - clad only in his speedos.
Mulder pulled himself out of the
pool. He knew what the
Assistant Director was thinking. He was hating himself for being so old,
and bald, and
myopic, and clearly not attractive enough for this fragile, and yet
agent, with his long, lean swimmer's body, and perfectly taut ass, to
notice him. And even
though the much older and less attractive bald man was myopic, and had
to wear glasses the
whole time, Mulder also knew that it was all the Assistant Director
could do to keep his
failing eyes on Mulder's face, and not devour his body with his gaze, to
eat up the sight
of the agent's lithely graceful body, and to feast on the vision of his
"Mulder - we have a lead." Skinner
Mulder's wide hazel eyes widened
even further, as he took
the file Skinner was giving him. He hated causing the other man this
much pain. It was
obvious that all Skinner wanted to do was place a warm hand on his wet
shoulder, and lick
away the droplets of water that were even now dripping down his naked
shoulders, to circle
his cold nipples with a sweep of his warm tongue, to fold Mulder into…
"Excuse me, sir. I need a shower."
his excuses and fled.
Skinner gazed after him, shook his
head sadly, and sighed.
Mulder walked wearily along the
corridor to his apartment.
It had been a long day, and they were still no nearer to finding the
serial killer, whose
tally had now gone up to 152 cute, blonde haired, blue eyed little
girls, and who had now
taken to making phone calls to the FBI taunting Mulder about his
failure. Mulder had taken
each one of those calls, and listened to the tirades, nodding his head,
knowing the killer
Mulder sighed, and drew his gun,
feeling glad to be home.
He opened his door and charged into his apartment, waving his gun
around, then stopped.
There was nobody here. Just to be certain, Mulder checked in his closet,
and behind the
fish tank, but no, Alex hadn't broken in this evening.
Mulder put away his gun, feeling
sorry for his former
partner. Poor Alex. Consumed with longings for his adversary, wanting
nothing more than to
break in, and handcuff Mulder to the bed, to pound into the agent's body
with his thick,
hard cock, to give them both the relief and climax they needed but knew
they mustn't have.
Alex knew that Mulder could never
willingly have sex with
him, because of having killed his father, but Mulder didn't blame Alex
for that. His
father had died because of him. His work had placed his father in
danger, and it wasn't
Alex's fault that he'd had to kill him. Mulder just viewed him as the
one who'd pulled the
trigger really. He didn't hold any grudges. At least not where sex was
Mulder wiped away a tear, wishing
Alex had broken
in to his apartment for rough sex tonight. Not that Mulder really
deserved any rough sex,
because of not solving the case, and because of being so complicated,
and fucked up, and
beautiful. It wouldn't be right for him to have rough BDSM sex, to be
held tight and
whipped until he screamed, because he'd undoubtedly enjoy it too much,
viewing it as just
punishment for all his sins, and it wasn't right for him to enjoy
Mulder sat in his dark, empty
apartment, feeling fragile
and damaged, despite his courage and beauty. He heard a car pull up
outside, and looked
up, hopefully. It was probably Skinner. The big man would have been
driven to come here to
comfort his agent after the trauma of today's events. Mulder would find
succour and rest
for just a few weary hours, lying his head against the big man's chest,
and allowing the
Assistant Director's mouth to rove over his nipples. He would arch his
back, and Skinner
would smile, and call him a "slut", and tell him how amazingly
body was, and then they would both come. Together. At the same time.
Several minutes passed, and no dark
shadow fell across his
doorway. He didn't hear the rough, growling tones of a big man consumed
by a need and
desire which only twinkling hazel eyes, and full pouting lips could
sighed. It was obvious that the practically octogenarian Assistant
Director was alone in
his apartment, drinking endless shots of whisky in an attempt to forget
passion for his very much younger, and infinitely more beautiful,
troubled, gifted and
Mulder made a phone call to Diana
Fowley, knowing that it
would be okay for him to have sex with her because she would undoubtedly
betray him, and
then he could feel miserable and angsty about how he had trusted her
with his beautiful,
lean young runner's body, and then been let down. Again. Unfortunately
she wasn't in.
Mulder left a message on her answering machine, turned some music on,
mournfully to his favourite song:
"I'm only happy when it rains..."
Mulder put a video in his machine
and sat back and
unzipped his trousers, watching as the people on the film had sex. He
felt sad because he
knew that Scully was sitting alone in her apartment with only some old
Emily and Melissa for company, and that Krycek was probably lying in a
with blood running down the side of his face, because that was the only
thing that would
have stopped him from being here tonight to have rough sex with his
brilliant, but damaged
hazel-eyed former partner.
"I'm only happy when it pours..."
reached a climax, and so did Mulder.
Meanwhile - over at
Diana Fowley knocked on Skinner's
door, and was surprised
when it was opened by Dana Scully.
"Diana!" Scully shrieked, launching
the other woman's arms, and kissing her soundly.
"Dana!" Diana returned her kiss
enthusiasm. Scully helped Diana out of her coat, and then threw it over
knowing Skinner hated it when she did that, and hoping to be spanked for
Diana waved at Marita, Kim and
Holly, blew a kiss at CSM
and A.D. Kersh, and then went back for another wet smooch with Scully.
"Girls! Don't start without us." A
said from the couch.
"Alex!" Diana ran over to the
couch, and kissed
the dark haired man seated there excitedly. "You're looking well, and is
that a new
arm I see?"
"Yeah. Custom made." Krycek held
the arm up for
her admiring glance. "Look." He flipped off the hand of the prosthetic,
Diana laughed in delight to see what he had stored inside. "It doubles
up as a condom
and lube dispenser, fully stocked." Alex smirked. "The big guy's already
it a full inspection. He was worried the cuffs wouldn't fit, but I think
I managed to put
his mind at rest on that score." He licked his lips sensuously,
shivered in anticipation.
"Where is he?" Diana glanced around
"Making the coffee." Krycek pinched
"You're looking well, sexpot." He grinned.
"I am." Diana laughed, slapping his
"Diana!" Skinner walked into the
room carrying a
tray. He was wearing faded blue jeans and an open necked red shirt
revealing his tanned
chest covered in little curls of hair, and <sigh> he was
Diana's heart flipped and missed a beat, then started racing again, too
deposited the tray on the coffee table, swung her up in his big arms,
and kissed her
"Jeez, I needed that." He smacked
together. "What a day!"
"More Mulderangst?" Krycek put his
head on one
"Yeah. You know what he's like."
Everybody started chattering at
once, exchanging news and
gossip. Finally Skinner got up, and clapped his hands.
"Silence, folks. I want to take a
couple of minutes
to welcome a new member to our club. You all know Diana. She does a
tough job, being
universally hated, and deserves a little extra-curricular R&R."
"Welcome, Diana!" Everyone
"Diana - it's been 7 years since I
little orgies." Skinner smiled at her. "And since then, I've encouraged
friends and colleagues to come along, have some fun, chill out, enjoy
"Or a lot!" Someone hollered.
"Right, you know the score. Clothes
Let the orgy commence!" Skinner announced.
"You first, big guy. Show us your
pecs!" One of
the girls screamed.
Skinner blushed, and began to
unbutton his shirt
teasingly, to the accompaniment of a wolf whistle chorus led by Krycek,
with CSM using
Kim's bottom as a drum.
Some time later, Diana lay in
Skinner's arms amid an
abandoned throng of sated bodies.
"I've been meaning to ask…" she
nobody in particular. "Where's Mulder? Don't you invite him to these
Skinner groaned, and Krycek laughed
out loud. "No
point, sweetheart." He grinned.
"Why?" Diana sat up and looked at
"He's F-R-I-G-I-D." Alex mouthed.
"It's true." Scully told her with a
"Tell her, Dana. She might as well
truth." Skinner said.
"Well, we've all tried."
"To be honest, we felt a bit sorry for him being on the outside of our
club, so Walter suggested that we all tried to tempt him in. So, on the
first case we did
together, I ran half naked into his room, and asked him to look at my
"My god! What did he do?" Diana
"He, uh, looked at my bottom!"
"That was it. Just looked. I thought he was just playing hard to get but
I've got some
pride, so I waited for him to make the next move. And waited. And
waited. It was hopeless.
Not so much as one kiss in 6 years, unless you count alternate universes
in the 1930's,
which I don't really."
"That's terrible." Diana sighed.
about the rest of you? Did anybody else try?"
"Oh yeah." Krycek sniggered. "All
chemistry between him and me, all that sexual tension masquerading as
engineered so many damn meetings between us, made puppy dog eyes at him
for years, and
finally gave in, and went for the obvious."
"What did you do?" Diana asked
"Broke into his apartment, knocked
him to the floor,
and kissed him." Krycek grinned.
"And?" Diana prompted.
"Nothing. Zilch." Krycek shrugged.
much as a blow job. Frigid. Walt - you tell the girl."
"I'm afraid it's true." Skinner
had him by the neck in the hallway, my erection pressing into his butt
in a, uh, none too
obvious manner, but what did I get? Nothing. Just like Alex here. He
makes eyes at me,
engineers all these BDSM fantasy scenarios between us - over desks,
slanging matches in my
office, you know the kind of stuff - but when push comes to shove, he's
interested in taking it any further. I did try to spank him once but he
burst into tears
after the first tap so I gave up after that."
"So he doesn't have amazingly
nipples?" Diana asked, disappointed.
"God no! He doesn't let anyone touch
nipples." Scully laughed.
"And he doesn’t insist on having
sex in public
places?" Diana wanted to know.
"Oh hell, no!" Skinner's body was
silent mirth. "God, he doesn't even have sex in private places,
alone in public."
"What about his truly wicked sexual
"We've never seen sight nor sound
of it." Krycek
shook his head sadly.
"We think that…uh, Mulder hasn't
the concept of sex involving more than one person." Scully volunteered.
self obsessed that he really hasn't figured out that everybody else but
him is having a
good time and he's missing out on it. We do feel very sorry for him, but
"Oh well. His loss." Diana
up to Skinner's big furry chest. Scully licked the big man's naked scalp
with her little
"Enough about Mulder." Krycek
wriggled over to
drape himself on top the Assistant Director. "We have a better time
anyway, don't we, sexy?" He purred to the big man.
Skinner glanced down at the naked
bodies clustered around
him adoringly, stroking and fawning over him, and grinned.
"Oh yeah!" He laughed, realising
that this story
had been about him after all. "We sure do!"
Graphic by Danni