From: the Basement archive Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 22:51:21 GMT Subject: NEW: Birthday Dinner -NC-17- (0/1) Source: atxc Title: Birthday Dinner Author: Satina Feedback Email: satina@hegalplace.com Author's Website: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina Archive at Gossamer: Yes to Gossamer Status: NEW - Complete Size: 16k Category: PWP Pairings: Mulder/Scully/Krycek Rating: NC-17 Gossamer Category: Vignette , Sex (PWP) , Slash Summary: Someone's having a birthday. And Alex is the present. Part 1 Please see part 0 (template) for warnings and summary. Title: Birthday Dinner Author: Satina Date: October 11, 2002 Pairing: M/Sc/K Rating: NC-17 Archive: Ask, please. Feedback: Oh yeah, baby. satina@hegalplace.com Series/Sequel: You can place this in the A Shared Obsession universe if you like, but it's nowhere NEAR necessary to read all of that before reading this. It's a standalone PWP. Spoilers: Heeheeheehahahahahahaaaaaaaaa.... Uh, no. My website: http://www.hegalplace.com/satina Disclaimers: They both belong to Mulder. And Mulder's allllll mine. Summary: Someone's having a birthday...and Alex is the present. Notes: This is a late birthday present to my awesome, sexy, loving man, David. I'm so sorry it's late, love. I hope it pleases you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Look at that," said Scully, pointing a short, perfectly manicured nail at the advertisement. "They have a birthday special." "That wouldn't really be fair," replied Mulder, shrugging into his dress coat. "Not all of us are going to get to eat...food." Alex looked up for a split-second from under his lashes, then dropped his gaze again to the floor. Mulder leaned over and stroked his hand through Alex's soft, dark hair and Alex sighed and leaned into it, nuzzling slightly. Scully ran the tip of her nail down the side of his neck softly and he shivered. "I suppose we can have the rest of our celebration after we get home anyway," she said, not looking at Alex but running her index finger down over his chest, scraping over a nipple, barely covered with the soft, thin, black silk shirt. Alex let out a short, surprised breath. Mulder nodded. "Let's go." ... "Three?" the maitre 'd asked, scooping up menus. "Yes," replied Mulder, and they fell into step, being led to their reserved corner booth with the floor-length table cloth. Mulder let Scully slide in first, then gestured with his head for Alex to go next, and he sat down on the other side of him. He took the menus and handed them out to his two lovers. The maitre' left, and Mulder opened his menu. "You'll be having the filet mignon," he said, not looking at anyone. The three perused their menus. The waiter appeared and brought a requested bottle of champagne, then took their orders. Mulder spoke for both of them. "She'll have the fettucine con pollo, lemon dressing on the side. He'll have filet mignon, medium rare, ranch dressing on the side. I'll have the lasagna and Caesar salad." He handed the menus to the waiter, who bowed and took them away. After a few moments of looking around the restaurant boredly, Mulder turned his head and caught Alex's eye. He arched his brows, pursing his lips a bit imperiously. Alex looked left and right, then gracefully began to slide down under the table. Mulder turned his gaze forward again, quietly placing one hand under the long tablecloth on his thigh, the other gently gripping his champagne glass. He glanced sideways at Scully, who was blowing a careful, silent breath out between pursed lips, and she looked at him and smiled. He let his eyes travel from her eyes to her lips to her displayed cleavage, then slowly back up to her eyes, then one corner of his lips quirked up in a lascivious grin. ... Scully struggled hard to control her breathing, much more nervous about this, it seemed, than Mulder, who was now taking another casual sip of champagne, licking it from his lips and the corners of his mouth slowly. She jumped slightly as she felt hot, slightly calloused hands begin sliding up her thighs, pushing her short skirt up ahead of them. She fidgeted a bit, allowing the skirt to be pushed up under her butt and over her hips, then settled in, letting out a slow, careful breath. She could feel the hot puffs of breath on the bared skin of her upper thighs, and she gasped softly as the warm hands gently pushed her legs further apart. She whimpered very quietly and slid her left hand under the table, feeling for and finding the head of soft, dark hair. She'd been afraid she wouldn't be able to go through with this, but now that the hot, moist breath was getting closer and closer to her panties, she found herself pulling the dark head in closer impatiently. She exhaled a short, sharp breath as she felt a wet point of tongue poke once at the tender skin where her thigh met her groin. She looked over and Mulder was still slowly drinking his champagne, looking around the restaurant, but she could see that his chest was rising and falling more rapidly. She swallowed and found a focal point in the huge aquarium bisecting their small part of the room from the rest of the intimate restaurant. She began panting as she felt Alex's tongue licking at that sensitive place where her panties met her thigh, then it slid under the small strip of silky fabric, pressing in more deeply. She grunted very, very softly, then looked over at Mulder, who gave her an amused but warning look. She swallowed and exhaled slowly as Alex's fingers pulled aside the crotch of her panties and he slid his tongue between her wet pussy lips and began to slowly tongue her clit. She shuddered and blinked, her mouth fallen open on shallow, soft breaths. At that point, the waiter arrived with their food. Scully's lips pressed closed, her blue eyes wide as she used every bit of her will power not to move against the flicking tongue between her thighs. She felt it slide into her vagina and struggled not to gasp. "Alex had something to attend to," said Mulder, shifting in his seat. "If you could keep his meal warm, I'd appreciate it." "Of course, sir," said the server, putting the other plates down in front of Mulder and Scully. Scully licked her lips, staring down at the food very hungrily, not even seeing it. The server smiled at her, proud to be giving her something that obviously made her so happy. "It is an excellent choice, ma'am," he said, giving her a twinkling grin and standing back up. She put on her social smile and blinked rapidly as the point of tongue at her clit begun rapidly fluttering against the underside. Oh, go away, go away, go away, she thought, feeling her hips ache to press into Alex's face, her body tingling as it prepared to come. "Will there be anything else?" the waiter asked, pausing beside Mulder. "No, thanks," said Mulder, a tight smile on his own face. Scully shook her head emphatically as Alex began licking hard from perineum to clit, bottom to top, over and over again. Her belly went hot. The server bowed and left, and Alex pressed the hard tongue-point against Scully's clit, wiggling it firmly. Scully closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open as a hot wave took her body and she came, tilting her hips forward and shuddering, holding onto Alex's hair tightly, squeezing his head between her shaking thighs. ... Mulder looked over and watched Scully orgasm, transfixed, worried and intensely aroused at the same time. But although her eyes rolled beneath her closed lids, lashes fluttering, and her mouth was open in the telltale 'O' of her climax, she didn't make a sound, save for the strained, stuttering, long exhale that signaled her coming down. His own cock throbbed and jumped in his pants as he watched her melt against the back of her seat, both hands falling to her sides, eyes still closed, throat working as she swallowed and licked her lips over and over. He bit his lip and watched her breathe. Eventually, she blinked her eyes open, still licking her lips, then shifted several times in her seat, readjusting her clothing. She breathed deeply several times, giving him a quick look, then widened her eyes once, still blinking, and brought a shaky hand up to take up her fork. "Hungry, Scully?" Mulder smirked. "Starved," replied Scully, scooping up a large bit of her pasta and shoving into her mouth. "Mmmmmm..." she said, closing her eyes and savoring the taste of her favorite entree. "Sooooooo gooooooood," she said around the bite, reaching her hand under the table. Mulder smiled and turned to his own food, feeling his heart thump in his chest. He widened his already-splayed legs to allow the warm body under the table to crawl between them then jerked, bumping the table, as he felt a fingernail scratch down the length of the hard bulge beneath his pants. He looked over sheepishly and Scully gave him a rather satisfied little grin as she shoveled in another creamy mouthful of pasta. Mulder held his breath, picking up his own fork in trembling fingers as the zipper on his pants was lowered, slowly and carefully. He swallowed hard as a hot hand slid into the fly of his dress pants and wrapped around his silk-boxers-covered erection, squeezing slowly and firmly. He blinked, trying to keep his hips from pushing into Alex's touch. "What's the matter, Mulder?" asked Scully, taking a long, thirsty drink of her champagne. "Aren't you hungry at all?" Mulder looked at her and opened his mouth to answer, but found no words forming, his lips remaining parted as the clever hands under the table slid his cock out through the opening in his boxers. He looked around the restaurant, somewhat panicky, wondering if he could really go through with this without getting them all arrested. Alex's hot breaths panted against the sensitive, tingling skin of his cock and he swallowed back drool, telling himself that if Scully could do it, he could, too. That's when Alex swallowed him whole. "Gah!" Mulder cried, choking the sound off only slightly as his hips jerked up, pushing himself into Alex's mouth more deeply. "Get burned?" said Scully with mock concern, grinning over the lip of her champagne glass. "Ah..." Mulder gasped as Alex began to work his head up and down Mulder's dick, tongue rasping madly against the underside. "Mulder!" Scully said warningly, looking around at the other tables. "Why don't you eat something?" She widened her eyes, letting him know he was close to blowing it. He nodded, swallowing and adjusting the grip on his fork as Alex slid his hand under Mulder's balls. Mulder lifted his hips just slightly, exhaling, and pressed his fork down through the lasagna, cutting off a ludicrously huge bite. Without looking at it, looking around at the other tables in the dark restaurant, he shoved it all in his mouth and began frantically chewing. He felt teeth scrape at him and he whimpered around his bite, grateful to have it to muffle the sound. "Good?" Scully asked, brows arched innocently. Mulder swallowed. "Good," he gasped. "Really fucking good," he added, his eyes fluttering closed as Alex's fingers pressed up behind his balls, his hot, wet mouth moving faster. "Food's not bad, either," murmured Scully, smiling over her next bite. Mulder couldn't reply, lifting his hips a bit higher, his ass barely touching the seat as Alex deep-throated him, using tongue and teeth to add to the sensations of him sliding in and out. "How is everything?" asked the waiter who was suddenly in front of their table. Mulder stared at him, frozen in a half-thrust down Alex's throat. "Good," chirped Scully. "Really..." She looked at Mulder and gave him a sparkling, flushed smile. "Very good." "Ah good, good," said the waiter, turning his attention to Mulder, who felt like crying. "And how is your choice, sir?" Mulder licked his lips and swallowed as Alex slowed his strokes, still sucking Mulder deep, licking all the way in and all the way out. "G-good," he parroted. "Really f-fine." "Good," said the server, eyeing Mulder's full plate. "Please let me know if you need anything else." Mulder blinked and nodded, his left hand gripping the leather of the seat bench, his right holding the fork so tightly his knuckles were white. He felt the little jolts and twinges that signal led his own imminent orgasm and almost whined. To his immense relief, the waiter nodded and went away, and as soon as he was out of sight, Mulder let his eyes fall closed as Alex sped up once again, tongue rasping fiercely against the underside of Mulder's cock. Mulder didn't even bother to stop his hips from pulsing, fucking Alex's mouth with short, controlled thrusts. So fucking close... "Eat, Mulder!" reminded Scully, looking very worried. Mulder glanced over at her, eyes fluttering, and barely made out that she was demonstrating that he should take another bite. He couldn't make his hand work, however, and she reached over and put her hand on his, cutting him a bite and raising it messily to his slack, open mouth. She helped him shove it in and his brows arched, eyes squeezing shut as his climax hit and he felt the jolts all through his body, which jerked, bumping Alex's head against the bottom of the table. He whined around the large bite of food in his mouth as he spurted down Alex's throat, then whimpered and slowly, slowly lowered his ass down to the leather seat as Alex lovingly licked him clean. Alex finally pulled his mouth away and tucked Mulder back in, zipping him up. Mulder chewed quickly, breathing heavily through his nose, then swallowed, trying to open his eyes. As the restaurant came back into focus, he felt the stem of his glass being pressed into his hand. He blindly took a long drink, then felt something shifting and rustling beside him. Alex came up from under the table, chin glistening, eyes glowing, lips smiling proudly. Mulder gave Alex a dazed smile as Scully poured a full glass of champagne and pressed it into Alex's hand. Alex turned to her and slowly licked his lips, bottom, then top, then bottom again, flicking his agile tongue at the corners on either side. He finally took the glass and downed it all at once, setting it on the table with a loud exhale. "Are you hungry?" asked Mulder, getting control of his speech center once again. Alex lowered his head and looked up at Mulder with a dangerous gleam. "Let's get it to go and go get some dessert," Scully said, running her hand up Alex's thigh, wringing forth a gasp as she bumped the hard bulge at his fly. "Whatever you say, birthday girl," replied Mulder, sliding his own hand up Alex's other thigh, and less-shyly giving that bulge a healthy squeeze. Alex whimpered and pressed up into Mulder's hand, and the waiter appeared. "Can I get you some dessert? Oh, sir! Welcome back! Shall I bring your meal?" "We'll take it to go," answered Mulder for him, not letting go of the grip he had on his dick. "Along with three pieces of your black tie cheesecake and the remains of our meal. And we'd like the check." "Right away," said the waiter, hurrying away. "Thank you, Mulder," Scully sighed when the server was finally gone. "He was wonderful." She nuzzled into Alex's side, inhaling deeply. Mulder could smell her on Alex and could tell Scully could smell herself, too. Scully pulled Alex's face down, and he leaned in and kissed her deeply, both of them moaning quietly as he transferred the mixed taste of Mulder and herself onto her tongue. She pulled away and laid her head against his shoulder dreamily. Mulder leaned in took Alex's mouth in a quick, hard, deep kiss and Alex groaned. Mulder pulled away, taking a long, big swipe across Alex's lips with his tongue as he left. Scully sighed. "But I wonder what Alex is going to give me?" ... Happy birthday, David. I love you. ~Tina satina@hegalplace.com ### The End ###