CLASSIFICATION: SR NC-17 Skinner/Mulder

SUMMARY: When AD Skinner seeks outside assistance in relieving his
sexual boredom both he and his partner get more than they bargained
for.

*WARNING-------------Will Robinson------------WARNING*

This is rated NC-17 and contains material that some may find
uncomfortable or distasteful. There are scenes of and references to
head games, power trips, D/s, and consensual sex between two adult
males (Skinner/Mulder). If you're under 17 and not with a parent or
guardian your eyes will melt and/or fall out. DON'T READ THIS. If
these subjects bother or offend you, use the brains the Deity of
your choice gave you and DON'T READ THIS. If you can't stand the
thought of our heroes behaving in this manner, DON'T READ THIS! You
are warned, continue at your own risk, I've done my part.

All X-Files (c) characters belong to Ten-thirteen, Chris Carter,
and 20th Century Fox and are used without permission. No copyright
infringement is intended. Goyko belongs to Bard. All other
characters belong to me. Don't bother to send flames, I use them to
burn the rest of the garbage. All other comments, critiques, or
just general "Hi There's" are welcome at
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for all her beta help.






A Matter of Control
by Lynne Austin

Chapter One

The powerfully built man strode into the exclusive office of the
Club. To the Club's general membership, all well-known, highly
respected, highly placed Washington political players, it was a
throwback to the historic gentlemen's clubs of England. Elite,
sedate, genteel, providing elegant meals, good conversation, and
unassailable contacts for those backroom power plays Washington
politics is so well known for. But to certain select members
another service was provided; quiet, discreet, cash only services.

The Asian woman sitting at the desk was the only woman that had
ever been seen in the Club, outside of the public dining room. Most
assumed she was a secretary--she was not. She was the only
connection between the Club member and those discreet services and
because of her they could not be traced. No names were ever used.
There was no paper trail, no code books, no notes. Only her
excellent memory and uncanny talents in matching people of various
desires.

Her delicate form almost seemed out of place in the masculinely
appointed office of dark wood, brass and burgundy leather. Three
stemmed porcelain rosebuds, red, white and yellow, in a slender
crystal vase, the only feminine touch. She rose from behind the
desk and came forward to greet her guest. "Welcome Bulldog-san, it
isn't often you grace this office. I trust you have no complaint of
our prior dealings?"

Walter Skinner took the offered hand and bent in a slight honorific
bow. "Certainly not, Gyoko-san. I come in search of your excellent
services again." Gyoko indicated to the elegantly appointed bar.
Skinner nodded and took a seat on the leather couch. His eyes
followed Gyoko-san as she poured them each a drink of the extremely
rare scotch and returned to sit opposite him.

"How can I serve you Bulldog-san?"

Walter's eyes met hers over the heavy crystal of the glass as he
raised an eyebrow in question. Gyoko gave him a small smile in
acknowledgment of the compliment and continued, "Do you wish the
same as before?"

Walter had thought long of the beautiful but mindless creatures
this woman had provided him with before. He was a man with highly
developed drives in both his personal and professional lives.
Recent developments in his professional life had highlighted the
banal state into which he had allowed his personal life to fall.
The excitement was back in his career. He wanted it back in his sex
life. "No, I want something different. Someone different. More
challenging, more exotic, more . . . dangerous."

"Intriguing. What is your desire?"

Walter stood took a few steps then turned to face her again. Giving
her a challenging look and with a lift of his brow he said, "A man.
A very specific type of man. Intelligent...attractive... not
inexperienced but hesitant...younger. Someone who is tempted,
curious. Someone who wants to be seduced, controlled and dominated
but not someone into a heavy scene. A man who will enjoy...games,
shall we say."

"You _are_ most specific. I have no one that currently comes to
mind. Is there a time constraint?"

Walter looked into the now empty glass and gave a self-depreciating
shake to his head. "No, anticipation will make the enjoyment
greater."

Gyoko-san stood and again offered her hand. "Bulldog, you have an
almost Oriental outlook. I will contact you in the usual manner."

Two weeks later Walter received a note enclosed with his lunch
check. Excusing himself from the others at the table, he again made
his way to the plush offices of Gyoko-san.

"Bulldog, so good of you to come right away."

"Your note said the arrangements had been made?"

"Yes, someone new to the Club's membership. I met him for the first
time yesterday. I think he will meet all of your criteria. I've
made arrangements for him to be at this restaurant," she paused
long enough to hand Walter a small parchment note, "at eight p.m.
on Wednesday. Is this convenient?" Walter took the note and nodded.
"Wear the red rose bud Bulldog, he will be wearing the white."

Walter took her hand and again gave her the honorific bow. "Thank-
you Gyoko-san."

Her black eyes peered into his warm brown ones. "As always, you are
welcome, Bulldog."

Walter turned and left the elegant offices. "Be careful, my friend.
This one could break your heart." She said softly to the closed
door. 

- - - - -

The evening of the appointment Walter was at the restaurant by
seven p. m. He sat in a secluded portion of the bar but one that
accorded him an unobstructed view of the entire restaurant. At
precisely eight o'clock a tall broad shouldered man entered and
turned to remove his outer coat. Instinctively Walter sat up,
certain this was his 'date.' As the younger man turned back Walter
got a good look at his face. //Shit.// Quickly removing the red
rosebud from his lapel, Walter ducked his head and his thoughts
began to race. 

A full hour passed as Walter watched the younger man grow
increasingly more nervous, quickly downing each drink as it was
served. //You asked for dangerous, Walt. Well, you got dangerous
all right.// Suddenly Walter made his decision. Standing, he walked
confidently to the younger man's table. 

The younger man's eyes widened in astonishment as the AD sat
down. "Be careful what your wish for, Agent Mulder, you just may
get it."

"Sir?"

Walter drew the crushed rosebud from his inside jacket pocket and
tossed it casually to the tabletop. He watched Mulder's eyes dilate
and the color drain from his face as the younger man picked it up
and understanding dawned. He knew without a doubt the younger agent
thought that he had been set up. "Before you say anything, let me
tell you a story." He paused waiting for the younger man to agree.
"Two weeks ago I walked into the offices of an exclusive downtown
establishment with the express purpose of arranging a certain type
of meeting. This is the result of that meeting. I was here waiting
for you or someone like you, to come in; I watched you come in; I
have been watching you for the last hour. I spent that hour
deciding whether or not to even approach you." He bent and gave a
slow shake to his head. Looking up into Mulder's eyes he allowed
himself a soft half smile. "I told Gyoko I wanted someone
dangerous. I think she surpassed herself this time."

"You asked for me?"

"I was very explicit in what I requested, Agent Mulder,
intelligent, attractive, curious and male. For her to have paired
us, I have some idea of the requests you must have made. I have
known Gyoko for years. She does nothing without a reason and I have
never known her to mishandle an arrangement."  

"Sir, is it safe for us to talk here?"

"As safe as anywhere public can be. I told no one where I was
going. This meeting isn't on my appointment calendar. We can go
somewhere else if it would make you more comfortable."

"No, sir. If you think this is safe. You have more to lose than I."

"Both of our careers are at stake here, Mulder." 

They sat there, neither saying a word. Each watching the other,
thinking, considering, feeling the attraction grow. Finally, Mulder
could stand the tension no longer. "I've never done this before. I
didn't expect to stay here. I thought I would meet someone here and
then we would go somewhere else. I'm not very good in social
situations." 

"Mulder, you don't have to go through with this. You can leave
right now. No questions asked. It will never be mentioned again."

"No, sir. I want to. But you're right, I'm not really very
comfortable here. It's too open, too... public."

"Fine. Let's go to my place. You know the address?" Mulder nodded.
"Good, pull into the garage. I'll be there shortly, I'm just going
to stop and pick up a few things."

- - - - - 

Walter pulled into the spacious three car garage next to Mulder's
car. Mulder was waiting and reached for the bag in the front
seat next to his boss. "I'll get that, you get the one in the back,
ok?" Walter said. He had no intention of allowing Mulder to see
what was in that bag until he was ready for him to. The bag in the
back seat carried groceries, the bag in the front seat did not.
Ever since he had decided on this course of action Walter had been
picturing Mulder with the toys he had in that bag. The twenty
minutes he had spent on 14th Street would be well-worth it.  

As they entered the darkened house Walter explained the layout and
led them into the den.  Just walking past the younger man he could
almost feel the tension radiating from him. //Time to relieve some
tension here.// Taking the bag from Mulder's arms he said, "Take
your coat off. I'll just put these away. Have you eaten?"

Mulder followed him into the kitchen. "No, sir. Too nervous."

"Then I'm glad I picked up these," Walter said holding up a package
of steaks. "Scully hasn't gotten you into a 'no red meat' diet has
she?" 

"No, sir, but we both decided to give up chicken." At Walter's
questioning look Mulder explained. "Chaco Chicken, sir."

"Chicken. Right. Good point. Would you get the chicken out of the
freezer and throw it away." Mulder laughed. //Good, he's loosening
up.// "Mulder," he paused, wanting to say this exactly right.
"Relax, nothing is going to happen if you don't want it to."

"I don't know what to do. I've never been in this situation
before." At Skinner's look Mulder amended. "I'm not a virgin but
I've only had one male lover before."

Using a great deal of control Walter managed not to react to that
statement and continued to prepare the steaks. "It must have been
a good experience if you want to repeat it. Tell me about him. You
don't have to tell me his name or anything. Tell me about your
relationship." 

"It was during my first year at Oxford. He was one of the
instructors but not for any of my classes. I had seen him around
the campus and obviously he had seen me. He was attractive,
intelligent, very powerfully built. He had a very strong
personality and he seduced me plain and simple."

"What about...games?"

"If you mean the B & D stuff, we never did any of that, really. He
said I was too sensitive and wouldn't hold still so he would tie me
down. Phoebe was the one who got me into the kinky stuff." 

"I need a beer." Walter got one from the fridge and handed another
to Mulder. Walter was shaken. Mulder had gone from being shy and
reticent to holding no secrets in nothing flat. 

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Well, you're not what _I_ expected either." //You can't hold back,
Walt, he's held nothing from you. What you want demands absolute
trust.// "Mulder, what did Gyoko tell you?"

"I went to her and told her I was looking for an older experienced
man. Intelligent, attractive with a strong personality. Someone who
could take control, be decisive. Someone who would take the lead
and teach me to play certain 'games.' Then she asked me to be very
specific about the 'games' I wanted to play. I told her. I assume
they are the same games you want to play." 

Walter realized Mulder had relayed that personal information in the
exact same tone he used when delivering a field report he expected
to be challenged. //How vulnerable he is. Was I ever this open?
With Davis maybe?// "I need to think. Let's finish this
conversation after dinner."

They finished dinner preparations and ate over a conversation
dominated by basketball and classic cars. Standing to clear the
table Walter said, "I'll do this why don't you go on into the den
and relax. I'll be out in just a minute." 

When Walter entered the dark room Mulder was standing, arms crossed
over his chest, his head down, his back towards the older man.
"You're not going to go through with it are you?"

"Mulder." Walter said softly walking towards the defensive man.

"No. Let me finish. You're not going to do this because I work for
you, not because I'm not experienced enough or don't know how to
play your games."

Walter stood behind the taller agent and reached up to touch his
shoulder. Mulder shrugged the hand off. 

"I'm not asking for much Skinner. Just a few hours of your precious
time. A little tutoring for the novice. Ok. I'm not asking for a
relationship or a commitment here."

Walter put his arms around the slender waist before him and kissed
the back of Mulder's neck. "I am," he whispered, "and so are you."

Mulder froze. "What?"

"Mulder, we have already crossed that line. It doesn't really
matter if we have sex or not."

"Yes, it does." 

"No, it doesn't. This can never be just a one night stand for
either of us." Walter suddenly realized that it was the truth. He
had already made a commitment to Mulder. "We have already said and
done things tonight that have forever altered whatever relationship
we had before. It changed the moment I dropped that rosebud on your
table. In that instant we knew things about each other that can
never be ignored." Walter pulled the younger man tighter into his
chest and began to stoke his chest and belly. 

"What things?" Mulder leaned his head back onto Walter's shoulder.
Knowing he had won but wanting Walter to convince him some more. 

Walter kissed the side of Mulder's neck. "Well, we're both
bisexual. We're interested in each other. We find each other
attractive. We both like kinky games. I'm a top. You're a bottom.
Don't do that."

"Do what?" Mulder said, a smile evident in his voice. 

"Move your ass like that."

"Why?" Mulder said, definitely teasing.

Walter rocked his hips and Mulder could feel the entire length of
him. "Because it feels good and I like it and I can't think and
talk and rationally when I'm this hard." Walter slid his hand down
the front of Mulder's pants to his crotch. "Feels like you like it,
too." he said with a gentle squeeze.

Mulder gasped. "Walter?"

"Walt," he murmured still nuzzling and stroking. "Call me, Walt.
What?"    

"I've never done that."

"Done what?"

"Had anal sex."

Mulder could feel Walt's grin and soft laugh. "So you _are_ a
virgin." He bit the side of Mulder's neck. "We are going to have a
good time." He could feel Mulder start to tense up again. //Change
the game, Walt.// "Relax Mulder. Did you bring a bag?"

Lost in the sensations of Walter alternately biting and licking his
neck, Mulder barely heard him. "Hmmmm?"

Walter rimmed Mulder's ear and whispered, "sensualist. I _said_,
'did you bring a bag? To which you replied. hmmmm?"

Mulder blushed. "My neck has always been a weak spot."

"Oh, yeah?" Going back to Mulder's 'weak spot,' Skinner continued.
"Are you going to answer me? Did you bring a bag?"

Thinking fast Mulder answered. "Oh... well... I am a field agent,
sir. I always have an emergency bag in the car." There was no way
he wanted his boss to know just what kind of an evening he had
hoped for. The bag in his car was not his emergency travel bag.
He had packed with care for this evening. Jeans, sweater, tee-
shirt, underwear, shaver, socks, condoms, lube, restraints, gag,
cock rings, ball harness and a satin mask. There was no way he
could let Skinner see in that bag. 

"Why don't you go get it while I check the temperature in the tub."

"Tub? You want to take a bath? Now?"

"Hot tub, Mulder."  

"Oh. Ok." He turned to face the older man holding him. "Assistant
Director Skinner, do you want me to stay the night?" Mulder had an
almost coquettish look about him. Challenging and teasing at the
same time but his eyes still showed a shadow... a fear of
rejection.

Walter took him firmly by the waist and forced him a step back.
Locking his eyes to the younger man's he said. "No. The Assistant
Director does not want you to stay. I do. I guess that's the first
thing we should discuss. When we're here Mulder, in this house or
your apartment or anywhere that's it's 'just us,' call me Walt or
Walter. I am not your boss in bed, I may be your top but I am
definitely not your boss."

"Walter, I don't want the hot tub, I want to go to bed."

"Fox, we need to talk."

"Mulder, call me Mulder. Only my parents and Scully's mother call
me Fox. I've never liked that name."

"Alright. Mulder, we still have to talk."

Mulder took a step forward, put his arms around Walter and bit the
older man's jaw. "We can talk in bed... later."

"Go get your bag, Mulder. I'll close up the house and set the
alarm."   

End Chapter One
I did not write this. Please send all comments to the author at
(edctr15@email.wuerzburg.army.mil).
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A Matter of Control
by Lynne Austin

Chapter Two

***** Disclaimer in Chapter One *****


Skinner led the way down the hall to the master bedroom. In
anticipation of the possibilities for this evening he had left one
of the windows slightly open. A chill in the room, he had found,
enhanced the sensations of skin on skin. When most of the body was
cool, the touch of warmth was intensified. Instinctively, awareness
was localized to that lone spot on the body. The moist, chilly
night air had done its job. The street lights cast a hazy yellow
glow through the thin sheers covering the windows. Walter turned as
Mulder entered the room, their eyes met again and Walter wondered
at the sublime beauty that could be found in a man's face. Mulder,
his tension evident in the too relaxed pose he assumed, leaned
against the footboard of the bed. Walter could almost feel him
vibrate in anticipation. 

To build the tension of the moment Walter paused, then slowly began
to strip. As he began with his glasses, taking the time to put them
away properly, he remembered other first times, those when he was
not in charge, thick stinking jungles and cheap hotel rooms. He
felt Mulder's tension increase almost to a auditory hum. He
determined to make this better, easier, hotter for the younger man
than it had been for him. He realized he really wanted Mulder and
had for some time. //Amazing// He wanted Mulder hot. Hotter than he
had ever been before. He wanted him to beg for his touch. The first
time wasn't the hardest, it never was, it was the second or third
time that was hard. After time had passed and everybody really had
time to think about what had happened. He wanted Mulder to remember
this as the best experience he had ever had. He wanted him to come
back again and again. He was tired of temporary solutions to a long
time loneliness. He realized he wanted a long term relationship and
he wanted it with this incredibly strong passionate man before him.
To have that he would have to go slow. He removed his tie and with
a pointed look, tossed it deliberately onto the bedside table. He
then quickly removed his crisp white shirt, folding it neatly and
placing it onto a nearby chair. 

He chest and abdomen completely exposed now, he heard Mulder inhale
sharply. Walter was proud of his body and the reactions it
engendered. He'd spent long, hard hours in the gym to gain and
maintain these shoulders, biceps and the carved appearance of his
torso, little reactions like Mulder's made all those long hours
worthwhile. With a half turn he again met Mulder's eyes as he gave
his ripped abs a gentle rub. Mulder licked his lips in
appreciation. Giving a slight smile in acknowledgement, Walter
walked over to him and took Mulder's hands in his and pulled him to
the center of the room. 

They stood facing one another. He felt Mulder's hands tremble as
the fingers buried themselves in the thick, soft mat of fine hair
that covered his chest. Their eyes locked, Mulder's eyes now glowed
with a mischievousness and a tentative teasing smile touched his
lips. Mulder began to stroke one of his nipples using only one
fingernail. Walter leaned into titillating finger, it had been a
long time since anyone had toyed with his body. It felt good. He
felt his erection meet that of the younger man's and heard him give
a barely audible groan. Walter reached out and took Mulder by the
waist pulling him tight against him. Rocking his hips he increased
the friction between the two, eliciting more groans. Then Mulder's
head fell forward and the stakes were raised again. 

Walter felt Mulder's breath on his neck rapid, moist and hot, then
he felt the tongue, lapping, licking, the mouth beginning to
suckle; drawing in not only the taste of him but the scent as well.
Walter returned the exploration. Finally, biting him gently on that
very sensitive tendon where the neck meets the shoulder. 

Mulder gasped in pleasure. Stepping back he loosened his tie more
and pulled his shirt over his head without pausing to unbutton more
than the top two buttons then reached for the clasp on his dress
pants. Walter beat him to the zipper. Stopping his hands, he
whispered, "turn around." 

Mulder did as he was asked. When he felt Walter's hands on his
zipper he said, "wait," and toed off his dress shoes. Standing now
only in his socks and pants Mulder leaned back into Walter's broad
chest. He reached behind him taking each of Walter's wrists and
drawing them around his waist back to his belt. "Now," he said
still in whisper. Taking the hint Walter unfastened the belt and
drew it slowly from the loops holding it in one hand as he did.
When he was through he drew the looped leather over Mulder's
nipples gently rasping the raised points. Mulder took a deep ragged
breath. 

"Do you like leather, Mulder?" He felt Mulder tense against him. 

"Phoebe liked leather. It's... it's been a long time."

//Who the hell is Phoebe? That's twice he's mentioned her.// Walter
tossed the belt to the table with the other discards. He slowly
unclasped Mulder's pants and drew the zipper, Mulder twitched his
hips allowing the pants to slide down. Walter took his slender hips
in his hands and pulled Mulder back until his erection was nestled
firmly in the cleft of the taller man's buttocks. Even through his
dress pants and Mulder's silk boxers Walter's girth was obvious. 

Mulder eyes flew open when he realized just how large the AD was.
"Jesus, Walter. You're going to kill me with that."

Walter pulled him in even tighter, nuzzled Mulder's 'weak spot'
again and whispered, "That's why we're going to go very slow. I'm
not going inside you until you're ready. Not when you think you're
ready. When I know you're ready. I'm not a virgin and I'm not just
teasing you. I'm being careful; if I go too fast and your body's
not ready I could hurt you. I won't do that." Walter pushed him
forward just enough to slide the boxers down then pulled him back
against him again.

Mulder kicked the pile of discarded clothing from his feet and
slightly spread his legs in invitation. Reaching over his head he
clasped his hands behind Walter's neck turned his head and said,
"Tease me."

Walter smiled. "You really want me to tease you?" Mulder innocently
nodded. "Close your eyes."  Walter's soft breath caressed the back
of Mulder's ear causing his nipples to become even firmer points.
Gooseflesh had now broken out over his chest and abdomen.
Everywhere Walter touched became an erogenous point for the younger
man. When Walter finally reached for and grasped his balls Mulder
groaned in earnest and spread his legs wider. "Do you like that?
What about this?" Walter began to scratch/tickle Mulder's erection
gently with his fingernails as he kneaded the heavy spheres.

Mulder rocked gently in his arms plainly savoring the sensations.
"Mmmmmmm... You're good... very good." Mulder softly growled as he
turned in Skinner's arms. Mulder slid his hands down grasping the
sides of Walter's face, "but I want more." Mulder kissed him. It
began as a gentle exploration. Testing the extent of the older
man's limits. Mulder's only other male lover had not liked kissing.
The rasp of beard on beard, the size of the mouth on his, the power
of the hand behind his head and most of all the fierceness of the
tongue in his mouth, Walter reveled in it. When his mind cleared
Walter realized he was completely out of breath and that Mulder had
ended the kiss and was chewing on his neck again. "I take it that
you like the way I kiss." Mulder said definitely in a taunting
tone.  

"Bed," was Walter's only answer.

"No, not yet. You're wearing altogether too many clothes." Mulder
slid down the length of Walter's body, kneeling before him he said,
"Take your shoes off, they're going to be in my way." Walter toed
his shoes off and reached for his belt. Mulder stopped his hands.
"Nuh uh," tonguing Walter's bellybutton. "That's mine."

Walter looked down at the dark brown head below him and wondered at
the change in circumstances. Just when was it that he had given up
control of the scene. Given up? Hell, it was neatly taken out of
his hands by a master. He felt his pants and briefs slide down
together. 

"Briefs, Walt? We're going to have to get you into something
sexier." 

He tried to step back out of the pile of clothing at his feet but
the hands back on his waist prevented his moving. When he felt
Mulder's tongue on the tip of his erection any thought of moving or
anything else completely left his mind. As the talented mouth slid
further down his erect shaft he felt his knees begin to buckle,
grasping Mulder's head he pulled up. 

"Bed, now," he said. Once again the two locked eyes, chocolate
brown to hazel green, chocolate won. Mulder backed off and they
moved together to the king sized bed. Walter sat and was surprised
when Mulder knelt beside the bed. "No, Mulder here on the bed."

As Mulder stood Walter took the erection before him and pulled it
to his mouth. Lapping, gently savoring all the moisture he found
there he was determined to give Mulder everything that he had
received and more. He felt Mulder's hands on his head again and
then to feel Mulder begin to rock in his mouth. Slowly, each time
a little deeper, never too deep to trigger a gag or block his
breathing. Once again Walter felt he had lost control and decided
it was time to take it back. Using his left hand he began to knead
Mulder's balls again. First gently rolling them between his fingers
then massaging them in the sac. Pulling his mouth off the now fully
engorged shaft, he looked into Mulder's now glazed eyes and said,
"Get on the bed, on your back."   

He never took his hand from Mulder's balls as Mulder climbed to the
center of the bed. When he lay there Walter rolled to between his
wide spread legs. Dropping his head he took Mulder in his mouth
again... slowly with each stroke he took him deeper until his nose
was buried in the nest of crinkly hair found there. After a last
excruciatingly slow stroke, Walter dipped his head further and
began to mouth the heavy sac. Long, wet licks followed by gentle
sucking soon had Mulder unconsciously trying to roll from side to
side. "Be still. Lay absolutely still," he whispered. He heard
Mulder grab the wooden rails of the headboard. Placing his hands on
Mulder's lightly muscled inner thighs Walter held his legs apart
and continued his assault. This time he attacked the sensitive area
where the inner thigh meets the groin, again licking and sucking
then suddenly he bit. At the sound of Mulder's gasp he licked and
suckled the spot, with a suction so strong he knowingly left a
mark. Dragging his tongue back to the now tight sac, Walter could
feel how close his lover was to coming. //Not yet.// He gently
massaged the tight sac until he felt the balls within soften again
then making a circle of his index finger and thumb, he held them
there, unable to draw up again. Mulder gave a groan from deep
within his chest. Walter quickly deep throated him using his tongue
on the sensitive underside, on the slow wet upstroke he used his
teeth, raking the entire length until him gently nipped the head.
Mulder damn near came off the bed. Walter smiled to himself and
thought, //time to throw him off center.// "No, Mulder." He paused,
still holding the tight sac between his fingers. "I can't do it." 

Mulder's head flew off the bed. "What do you mean you can't do
it. You just had my cock halfway to your stomach."

"No, not this," he said kissing the tip of Mulder's erection
then nipping it again. Mulder hissed. "I can't call you Mulder. Not
after I've had your cock halfway to my stomach as you so delicately
put it." He leaned over and opened the drawer to the bedside stand
pulling out a tube of lubricant. Moving very slowly so that Mulder
could see every move he made, he took a generous amount into his
hand and held it until it reached body temperature. Rolling back to
between Mulder legs he lay on his side, his back against one leg
and using one arm he held Mulder splayed, wide open again, unable
to close his legs or protect his crotch. 

Mulder watched his every move with some trepidation. He'd started
this with all intentions of losing his anal virginity but now with
the reality before him he wasn't sure he could handle the monster
between Walter's legs. Walter again began to stroke the still fully
erect shaft with long, firm, slow strokes with one hand and massage
his balls with the other. Mulder groaned with the sheer pleasure of
it and lay back down. 

Walter looked down at the beads of precum flowing in a constant
stream and licked them away, relishing the taste of his new lover
"What do you think?" No answer. Walter deep throated him, raking
him again with his teeth. "Are you listening, Kitten?" Mulder
moaned and unknowingly tried to bring his knees together. Walter
smiled. He gently placed his well lubricated index finger against
Mulder's anus. Mulder instantly tensed up. "Easy, easy just relax.
What do you think?"

"Jesus, Walter. What do I think about what?" 

Walter smiled again. "What do you think I should call you. I can't
call you Mulder. I can't call my lover the same thing I call him in
the office." Walter kept stroking and massaging and occasionally
licking at the moisture continuing to flow. Mulder didn't answer.
Walter began to move the finger on Mulder's anus in little circles.
Mulder groaned. 

"Come on, Mulder. Give me a little help here. What's a good
nickname for you. I like Fox but you don't want me to call you Fox.
How about Sweetpea. You want me to call you Sweetpea?" He increased
the pressure and felt his finger slide in to the first knuckle.
Mulder gave a soft gasp. Walter held the finger in place and went
back to his assault on Mulder's shaft and balls. 

Mulder began to rock his hips. "Wha...? uhhhh, faster." Walter
began to stroke just a bit faster. Mulder was moaning almost
constantly now, sweat running in small rivulets off his chest.
Walter applied more pressure and his finger slid all the way in.
"Annnnggg." 

"Did that hurt?" Walter asked with some concern. Biting that
gorgeous lower lip, Mulder shook his head. Walter began to pump the
finger in Mulder's ass with the same rhythm he used on his shaft. 

It had been years since Walter had played 'ass games' but he well
remembered the sensual overload that could be had. He took Mulder
in his mouth again... slowly... as deep as he could, then he began
to move his head in tandem with the finger pumping. When he felt
the head swell in his mouth he curled his finger and stroked the
prostate directly, once.

"God, Walter. Please," Mulder pleaded. Walter curled his finger and
began to stroke the prostate again and again.  

Mulder gave a sharp gasp. Walter could see Mulder's balls draw up
tight next to his body and knew that he was close again. He wanted
to watch his face as he came but knew it would mean more, not seem
as mechanical to the younger man, if he took him in his mouth. 

Mulder damn near choked him to death. He grabbed each side of
Walter's head and pushed him all the way down on his erection
holding him there, clamped between Mulder's hands and thighs.
Walter held his breath as long as he could before he began to
struggle. Luckily he had quit smoking years ago and had a pretty
good lung capacity because it felt like Mulder came for ten
minutes before he began to relax. 

Walter crawled to the head of the bed and pulled Mulder into his
arms and onto his chest. They lay there for a moment catching their
breath. "Been a while hasn't it, Sweetpea." Walter was glad
Mulder's head was buried in his shoulder. He wasn't sure he could
pull this off with a straight face. 

Mulder lay there, not really sure he had heard him right. 

"You ok, Sweetpea?"

Mulder sat straight up. "What...? What... did you call me?" All
languor now completely gone from his body. 

"Sweetpea. I asked you to help me pick a nickname for you, you
didn't suggest one. I asked if I could call you Sweetpea. You
agreed. What's wrong."  

"I did not nor will I ever, agree to your calling me--Sweet Pea."
He anunciated each syllable _very_ clearly. 

"Yes, you did."

"When?"

"Right after I slid my finger into that tight ass of yours."

"Oh, like I was paying attention to conversation at the time. He
paused and thought a moment. "What were my options?"

"Sweetpea, of course. Snookums, Kitten, Sweetcheeks, that was my
personal favorite by the way, and Fox."

Mulder looked down at the smugly satisfied man beneath him and
detected a heretofore unnoticed twinkle in his eyes. "You are a
dangerous man, Walter Skinner."  He leaned down and kissed him, a
long, slow, sweet, lover's kiss. "Please, call me Fox."

Walter felt Fox's hand slide down to his unrelieved erection. As he
began a stroke slow enough and soft enough to be considered torture
he heard Fox whisper, "Let me take care of that for you in the
shower." 

"Fox, if your previous expertise is any indication, I'll fall and
break my neck." 

Sliding a hand behind the older man's neck he pulled him to a
sitting position and said, "Wally, if I didn't break your neck for
calling me Sweetpea, I'm not going to let you break your neck in
the shower. Can you imagine the paperwork? Or the headlines?"
  
"Wally?"

"Sweetpea?"
    

End Chapter Two
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A Matter of Control
by Lynne Austin

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Chapter 3

How Fox managed to get him out of the shower without him breaking
his neck Walter would never figure out. One thing was for certain
though, if he was to continue a relationship with the lanky agent,
he would need a bigger hot water tank. He may be an anal virgin but
someone had taught him how to use his mouth for more than just
verbal skills. 

"Jesus, Walt. It's freezing in here. Don't you believe in heat.
It's winter." 

"I'm sorry," he said in a way too solicitous manner. "I was
preoccupied when we came in here. I forgot to shut the window." He
said as he closed the offensive opening. "It should warm up in here
before we have to get up again. In the meantime," he looked at the
tall man huddled, shivering beneath the thick comforter, "I'll keep
you warm, Sweetpea."

Fox's head popped out immediately. "You're not going to keep
calling me that are you?" There was definitely a disgruntled look
on that mobile face. "If you do... Sugarplum." He left the comment
hanging.

"Point taken. Move over." Walter climbed into bed and Fox burrowed
in next to him reached over and snapped off the bedside lamp. "Fox,
we really need to talk." Fox shifted and began to sit up, Walter
pulled him back into the curve of his neck. "You seem to think I
have more to lose here than you do so I'll start." He paused
gathering his thoughts. "When I made that appointment to talk to
Gyoko, I thought I was going to scratch an old itch. I'd get her to
set me up with some anonymous airhead, I'd play a few games and go
on my way. Obviously that's not what happened." He turned to gaze
into the expressive eyes watching for any indication of withdrawal
or disgust. "Fox, when I described the type of man I wanted to
Gyoko, I didn't know it at the time but I was describing you.
Sitting in that restaurant tonight I went over every detail of my
conversation with her, I mean, every detail. Trying to figure why
she had paired us. I spent that hour going over every possible
scenario of what could have happened tonight. Me not going over to
you; me going over to you, just talking for a minute then leaving;
me joining you and never mentioning the roses, and finally, me
watching someone else wearing a red rosebud walk over and sit down.
That was what decided me. I realized I wanted to be with you
tonight. I made my decision before I ever sat down. Any decision
made after that had to be yours. After we got here... after
dinner... when you thought I had decided not to do this..." He
paused again waiting for Mulder to say something, from the look on
his face no comment was forthcoming so Walter continued. "When we
left the restaurant... turning back or whatever was no longer an
option for me. I was already committed. Now the question is what do
we do from here. What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do, Walt?"

"Oh, no. We can play many games, Fox but that is not going to be
one of them. I want your honest reaction. Relationships are hard
enough. If we do this, it's going to be a real bitch. First, I am
your boss. Second, if Cancerman, as you call him, gets wind of
this, the only way I see out of that scenario is to come out openly
and resign, otherwise he will own us and short of killing him we'd
never be free. Third, this is a gay relationship in one of the
staunchest 'ole boys clubs' in the federal government, the OPR will
have a field day. What do you want to do, Fox. I'll accept any
decision you make. If you decide not to do this again, I'll never
mention it."

Fox leaned back and put his head on his propped arm. "It's obvious
that you did think about it a lot before you sat down with me. I
thought about it too -- when I was waiting for you to come over. I
saw you before I came in. Through the window, I saw you sitting
there with that damned rose in your lapel. You can't know the
thoughts that went through my head when I saw that. I thought I had
been set up at the Club. That Gyoko was one of Cancerman's stooges.
When you dropped that rose... I thought your next words were going
to tell me my career was finished, my reputation shredded, my life
over. Instead... instead you open up to me. You lay your career and
reputation at my feet. You bring me into your home and into your
bed. What do you think I want? When I went to Gyoko I thought I was
looking for a man to have kinky sex with. She provided me with a
lover." He pushed Walter over onto his back and then rolled on top
of him, paused and wiggled his eyebrows in a way that would have
reminded Scully of The Stupendous Yappi, "A lover that I may have
kinky sex with someday. What do _I_ want?" His face broke into a
smile of pure joy. A smile that very few people ever saw. "I want
you to fuck my brains out -- repeatedly -- over a long period of
time and if this turns into a deep seated relationship... I'll help
you make the mortgage payments. If Cancerman gives us grief... I'll
sic Scully's silly dog on him although killing him is a good idea. 
Damn, can't sic the dog on him."

Beginning to laugh at the change of subject Walter asked, "Why
not?"

"Alligator ate him."

"In Georgia?!" Walter asked startled. "That wasn't in your report."

"Oh, yeah, right. We're going to put down in an offical case report
that: Agent Scully, unable to find a suitable dogsitter, brought
said animal on an federal investigation. Forcing us, by the
way, to rent a car and drive the nine hundred miles -- one way --
instead of flying, stopping what seemed like every twenty minutes.
to walk the thing. Said animal then proceeded to get himself eaten
by the UNSUB. End of report. I don't think so. 

"What else don't you put in your reports? 

"Walter, if the AD needs to know, it will be in the report."

"Oh."

"Don't get like that. There are some things I don't tell Scully."

"Yeah, and she shot you... think about it."

"Ha. Ha. We _were_ talking about Cancerman. I do like that idea
about shooting him. Back to your list. If we're careful the OPR
will never get wind about us to even do an investigation and if
they do... hell, we've still got plausible deniability. Who would
ever believe the two of us getting together? Why don't we just take
this one step at a time. I think we're getting ahead of ourselves,
we've been together less than twenty-four hours."

He rolled over onto his back pulling Walter with him. When Walter
was settled on top of him he said, "Now kiss me. A real kiss. A
lover's good night kiss."

Walter started to move his head down when something occurred to
him. "You sure give a lot of orders for a bottom."

Mulder began to laugh. When he recovered he said, "Who ever said I
was a bottom. I told Gyoko I wanted a strong powerful man who could
control me and make me like it. I never said it was going to be
easy."

As Walter leaned the few final inches and just before their lips
met he whispered, "this is going to be fun."

************************

When Mulder awoke the next morning it was to the smell of hot
coffee and someone saying, "Time to get up, Sweetpea." It did not
sound like his mother and besides his mother never served him
coffee in bed or called him 'Sweetpea.' 

"Where's my gun?" he mumbled, sitting up. 

"What?" Walter asked.

"I said, where's my gun?" he repeated. Mulder scrubbed his face
with his hands.

Walter burst into laughter. 

"Do not call me 'Sweetpea.' Oh God, you're a morning person." 

Walter nodded still laughing. 

"Just what the hell is so funny."

"Fox, you should never go to sleep with wet hair. You have a
_serious_ case of bed head. Drink your coffee."

"Well, I guess that's one problem you never have to worry about.
What time is it?"

"8:30"

"EIGHT THIRTY!" Mulder scrambled out of bed and began do dress in
a rather haphazard manner. "Jesus, Walter, what did you do? I gotta
go. If I'm not in by eight Scully starts calling hospitals, at nine
thirty she'll call the Gunmen."

"The who?" Walt was absolutely astounded at the speed that Mulder
could move. 

Mulder froze. He had on his shirt, one sock and one leg of his
pants... no underwear and realized what he'd just said and to whom.
"Don't ask." 

//Wrong answer. Now, who the hell are 'The Gunmen?'// "OK, but
relax. The government's closed again."

"What Congress' power plays finally shut down the FBI?"

"No, but a major overnight snowstorm did. Nobody but essential
personnel to go in. I'm essential but I've got ten inches of snow
in my driveway and have no idea where the nearest public
transportation is or if it's even running. I told the night desk
I'd call you and Scully." He paused. "Fox, I don't mean to pry but
do you often call Scully at strange hours?"

"Sometimes. Why?"

"Cause she answered the phone. 'Damit Mulder, it's 5:30. This
better be good." 
        
"Fox dropped his pants, still only half on and crawled across the
bed to the phone (giving Walter an excellent view in the process),
quickly punched in the number and said, "Hey, it's me... I know.
That's why I called... I told you... A friend set me up with a
blind date... No, it was not Frohike. I wouldn't send Krycek on a
date Frohike set up... HaHa... Yes... Be nice or I'll call Pendrell
and tell him you're home alone... Thanks, Mom. I gotta go... Yeah,
I know how you like to snap the latex... I'll call you tomorrow." 

"Freeze," Walter said. It suddenly dawned on Mulder the
position he was in. Classic, wearing only a dress shirt and one
sock, on his hands and knees, legs slightly apart his cock and
balls hanging free. He felt the bed shift and sensed Walt crawling
to him. Then he felt Walter's hands on his ass for the first time. 

Walter couldn't believe the innocence with which Fox had displayed
himself. If it was innocence, he was beginning to doubt a lot of
his assumptions about Fox. "Do I want to know about any of that?"
Walter said. Fox shook his head. "Good, I've got better things to
do." He paused. "Did I tell you that you've got the finest ass I
have ever seen?" 

***************

Fox lay with his head on Walter's shoulder his fingers combing the
hair on Walter's chest. "Walt when."

"When what?" 

"When are we going to get that monster inside me. I really want
it."

"We'll keep working on stretching you. I don't want you to tear."

Mulder sucked air in through his teeth. "I hadn't even thought of
that. Must hurt like a bitch. Maybe I should try you first."

Walter's entire demeanor changed. He grew cold and distant threw
back the covers said, "Yeah," and started to get up.

"Wha... Whoa... wait... Walter stop." Mulder pushed his lover back
down on the bed and turned to face him fully. "What is it, Walter."

"Nothing. We need to start shoveling the drive."

"That can wait. What's up? What did I say? Look at me, Walter." He
waited. Mulder could be a patient man when circumstances called for
it. He sensed this was going to be a very important point in their
relationship. "Walter. Look at me." Finally, Walter's eyes met his.
"Walter, I told you last night I told Goyko I was looking for a man
who could control me. That's because I'm a top, Walter. I was
looking for an equal. I've been a bottom... to a man and to a
woman. I told you about the man last night. Someday, if you want to
hear it, I'll tell you the whole Phoebe debacle. The point is, I
want both sides. To have that I needed to find another top, I've
always heard the best tops were once bottoms. Did someone top you
Walter?... Were they too rough?... Talk to me, Walter."

Walter threw back the covers and got out of bed before Fox could
move to stop him again. He stood in the middle of the room turned
his arms folded defensively across his chest. In the coldest voice
Fox had ever heard said, "Look at me , Walter. Talk to me, Walter.
Talk to me, Walter. Let me in, Walter. Jesus, you sound like
Sharon."   

"Alright, you say I sound like your wife. Let me say something I
know she never said. I told you I was a top, Walter, that has
certain implications. As much as I want you inside me, I want to
fuck that fine ass of yours." Walter blinked as if the thought had
never occurred to him, but still didn't say anything. "I hold a
doctorate in forensic psychology from one of the best schools in
the world. I am a field investigator for the FBI. I worked Violent
Crimes and the Behaviorial Sciences Unit for eight years before I
took on the X-Files. I've investigated liver eating mutants and a
God knows what eating flukeman. I've written profiles on serial
murderers, spree murderers and child rapists by the dozen, each
more grusome than the one before it. Don't think that you can tell
me something that will surprise or shock me 'cause it won't happen.
Now, if you're holding something back that's going to get in the
way later don't you think I have the right to know?"

"There's nothing, Fox."

"Will you tell me if I figure it out? I'm good Walter. I probably
know already but I need to hear the words and you need to say
them."

"Not in here. Get some clothes on, Let's go in the kitchen."

Fox grabbed the jeans from his bag and was in them before Walter
had found his pants. He wasn't about to let Walt out of his sight,
not at this point. They went into the kitchen and Walter sat down
at the table. Fox poured them each fresh coffee then sat. 

"Ok, we're in the kitchen." He made no mention of the way Walter's
hands shook when he picked up the mug. Walter didn't say anything.

"Ok, I'll break it down for you. We were post-coital. I expressed
a continued interest in anal intercourse and mentioned your size.
You stated the further need for preparation and a possible outcome
if that preparation was not made. I commented on the discomfort
involved in that outcome and suggested the alternative that you
take my penis in your anal passage first. You became emotionally
distant giving me a sarcastic answer then attempted to distance
yourself physically. I temporarily restrained you physically and
questioned you. You denied there was a problem. I persisted in my
questioning, revealed my usual preferances and offered to tell you
about a time in my life that is painful to remember. I suggested
that you had not always been dominant in your relationships and
further that at some point you may have been abused." Walter leaned
back into the chair, his chin tucked close to his chest and peered
into his coffee. There was no indication that he was even listening
but Fox knew -- oh yeah, he was listening. "At that point you were
successful in physically distancing yourself. You then became
mildly abusive verbally. Accusing me of sounding like your wife, a
person physically and emotionally close to you for seventeen years
whom you obviously never confided in." Walter began to shake his
head, no.

"You're body language was and is completely defensive; head and
eyes down refusing to face your antagonist, shoulders hunched
forward, arms crossed defending your chest. You were unable to
remain still, rocking slowly from foot to foot."

"When I truly challanged you stating my definite intention to
penetrate you anally at some point, you presented with a startled
affect as if that was the first time you had ever considered the
possibility." Walter sat forward in the chair again. Setting his
mug on the table before him, he put his head in his hands. 

"I stated my credentials, experience and skills, something you know
as well as I. I then questioned the viability of this
relationship's future should this question not be resolved. You
again denied there was a problem." Mulder got up from the table and
walked to the other side of the room, giving them both space. 

"I then told you I knew already and you refused to talk in the
bedroom, a room routinely used for intimacy. You suggested the
kitchen, a room noted for its' sense of home and security. Do you
believe I know?" 

Walter nodded and snuffled. "I did all that?"

"Yeah, you did everything except say the words. Say the words now
Walter." Fox said in a much softer tone.

Mulder had turned to the counter, staring straight ahead to the
bare cabinet door. His voice that of the clear detatched clinician,
tearing away protective coverings, forcing the patient to face his
nightmare. He was not aware of the single tear sliding down his
face.  

"When you lay it out like that, it's pretty clear what happened."

"Yeah, they should pay me bigger bucks. Do you want me to say it?"

Walter shook his head slowly. He took a deep breath and said, "I
was raped." 

End Chapter Three
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by Lynne Austin

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Chapter Four


There, it was out. Walter had finally said the words that could
destroy a relationship and a life. He waited for Mulder to say or
do something. Mulder gave absolutely no reaction. "What no comment?
No, 'big guy like you?' Well, I wasn't big then, ok. Oh, I was tall
and I had the bones but I had no muscle." Mulder still showed no
reaction. "Well. Say something."

"What do you want me to say. I'm sorry you had such a horrible
experience. Well, I am but saying it sounds trite. You want me to
hold you? Comfort you? Pity you? Say, poor Walter? I know better
than that; you would despise me if I tried it. I've had the
training for rape counseling, Walt. But unfortunately, the training
has its own kind of homophobic sex bias. I can remember only one
class in all those years where a male victim was even mentioned and
that was in a serial murderers seminar. I will tell you this. I'm
not going to be your counselor. I will find you a counselor, if you
want me to. One that will never make a written record of your
sessions. Nothing will ever come back to haunt you like your
records from Bethesda did." He paused, Walter could tell he was
thinking very hard about what he was going to say next. "You are
one of the strongest and most courageous men I have ever had the
honor of knowing." 

"I must disgust you."

"You think I haven't seen rape trauma before?"

"Twenty-three year old rape trauma? 

"The reaction is the same, if it's still unresolved. Have you
talked to anyone about this before?"

"Just Davis. He was my lover, my first lover. My second was a
rapist. I'm a mess. Fox, that's why I went to Bethesda. The dreams
of the old woman? She kept me sane through the whole incident. That
was the dream I was having, over and over again." 

"Walt."

"Yeah, I know the drill. I was a victim. I, in no way contributed
to my being victimized. But, that's just it, Fox. I think I did."

"How. How did you set yourself up to be raped?"

"This is a long ugly story, Fox."

"We appear to be snowed in. I think I have time to listen. It's
important to me... to us."

"I've had other lovers since then. There's no reason why we..."

"I'm the reason. I'm a pervert, I watch straight porn videos and my
lover's a man.  Tell me the story."

"God... I told you I enlisted on my eighteenth birthday. Well, I
wasn't a very well developed eighteen, all skin and bones. It
wasn't until my mid-twenties until I really started to fill out.
<sigh> I got to Vietnam and was assigned to a platoon and a squad.
Davey was the senior sergeant of the squad. He was on his third
tour; he was an old guy, musta been all of oh, thirty or so." He
looked at Mulder and smiled. "Davey took all the 'fresh meat' under
his wing and tried to keep us alive in that green hell. Taught us
things that hadn't even been thought of in basic. Probably saved
our lives a hundred times over. We all looked up to him, like a
living hero."

Fox watched Walter's eyes fade and could tell he was no longer
sitting in his warm safe kitchen in affluent Alexandria. He was
back in that 'green hell.'   

"Anyway, two months into a thirteen month tour and I wasn't coping
very well. Bourbon and beer weren't doing the job for me anymore
and on top of everything else I'd started seeing that old woman.
That's when I started 'inhaling.' I don't think Davey would have
gotten involved if I had just stayed light. But no, I had to start
lacing my weed. I didn't care what I laced it with horse, coke,
speed, hell, once I think I laced it with acid. Old woman gave me
hell for that. Did I tell you she used to talk to me in my dreams? 
Well, Davey caught me stoned on patrol one day. When we got back,
he got me sobered up, straightened out and then he flattened me,
one punch. I was out, I mean really out. He left me there lying in
the mud. I woke up when it started raining again. After that I was
never messed up on patrol again." 

"Then came the morning that kid came into camp, the one with all
the grenades. I was just coming out of the hooch when I saw him. He
had one grenade in his hands and was getting ready to pull the pin.
Everyone around him just froze. I can still see it, just like a
painting. I shot him. Blew his head to bits... it was only ten
yards; I could have wounded him. Everyone was saying what a hero I
was, taking that VC bastard out." 

"I was a basketcase. I really started smoking then, I musta been
stoned for a week solid. Davey stepped in again, this time he
wrangled some passes for DaNang and took me there to get me
straightened out. The very first night we got really drunk, well I
got really drunk, the next thing I know we're in a hotel room and
it's only got one bed. I'm drunk and I'm crying about that dead kid
and Davey comes over and just takes me in his arms and holds me and
rocks me like I'm some kind of baby. Then he kissed me on the
forehead. Fox, I looked up and pulled his head down to me and I
kissed him on the mouth. I swear, I had never done anything like
that with a man before in my life. Davey said, 'Aw Jesus, Wally.
Boy, don't do this to me.' I started taking off my clothes and kept
kissing him. He had never made a pass at me, Fox, but he didn't
stop me either. We spent the next three days either in bed or on
the strip. He showed me places where things were done on stage that
I hadn't thought anatomically possible. I got a real education that
week, I tell you." 

"When we got back I moved my gear into his hooch and we were happy,
not bothering anyone, I thought. Oh, we were careful, this was the
Marine Corps after all. Two or three weeks go by and one night
Davey is on patrol so I'm in the hooch by myself, asleep. I wake up
when this hand goes over my mouth and this voice says, 'Quiet field
bitch or I'll line the whole platoon up outside and we'll take
turns on your ass." Walter stood, picked up his mug and turned to
the coffee pot. He continued with his back to Mulder.        

"He pulled me off my cot and threw me onto the floor. This guy was
huge. I knew instantly who it was when he picked me up. He must
have gone 250 pounds of solid muscle. There was no way I could
fight him. He thought would kill me and drag my body out into the
jungle to rot. <deep breath> He slit the back of my pants with his
buck knife, spit on my ass and raped me. When he was finished he
slammed my face in the floor took one of my tee shirts and cleaned
himself off. Then he said, 'Hey cunt, you're bleeding. Guess
Sergeant Faggot ain't as much of a man as you thought, huh.' I
guess I was the only one in the whole company that hadn't known
Davey was gay. That's the last I remember until Davey found me when
he got back. I was still bleeding, so I knew he'd hurt me pretty
bad but there was no way Davey could take me to the medics. He
pulled in some favors and got us some more passes to DaNang. He
took me to some old Vietnamese doctor on the strip. Th doc told
Davey he could sew me up but that I would have to stay out of the
jungle until I healed. Davey had some gay friends that were Navy
corpsmen, they smuggled me into the recreation area at China Beach
and took care of me until I could go back to my squad. They kept me
pretty stoned; one, because I was in so much pain and two, so I
wouldn't make any noise. The funny thing is, I remember that old
woman. Leaning over me this time not sitting on my chest, just
stroking my face and crooning." 

"When I finally got back to the platoon, to this day I don't know
how Davey covered for me and I was gone two weeks, I found out the
guy who raped me had gotten killed while on patrol. I never had the
guts to find out if Davey had been out at the same time. I doubt
it. Davey was smarter than that. He would've waited until they had
been gone for a while then tracked him on his own, made it look
like a sniper. I know you've heard the rumors and stories, there
really was a lot of fragging that went on. Most of what I knew
about wasn't fatal though, usually just enough damage to get
whoever out of country."

Walter returned to his chair and looked at Fox. It didn't look to
him like he had moved a muscle during the entire tale. "And that's
the whole sordid story."

"What happened to Davey?"

"Nobody in the platoon ever said a word to me about it, Fox, no
one. I moved back into Davey's hooch and we slowly started up
again. See, Davey had never made love to me that way, that's why I
was so torn. Before he died in that ambush he did, he said he'd
be damned if he let that bastard ruin my whole life. He was my
first lover and I guess he was my second too."

"Sounds like a good man."

"He was. He saved my life more times than I can count. I still miss
him sometimes." 

"Come on. Let's go get in that tub you mentioned last night."

"Huh?"

"The hot tub. You can play with my ass, drive me nuts and tell me
Davey stories."

"Why?"

"Cause I like the way you play with my ass."

"No. Why Davey stories? Wasn't this enough?"

"This wasn't a Davey story. You loved him. You miss him. Come on,
tell me about the good times. I want to hear more about that first
week in DaNang, more about about those shows on the strip."

"You are a pervert."

"Ah, but I could get inspired."  


End Chapter Four  
I did not write this. Please send all comments to the author at
(edctr15@email.wuerzburg.army.mil).
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A Matter of Control
by Lynne Austin

********     Disclaimer in Chapter One     ********

Chapter Five

"Not right now, ok Fox? I need a little time. I've kept him, I mean
Davey, so secret... I need some time before I talk about him. I
want to tell you about him... he really was great and you're right,
I did love him." Walter reached down, taking Mulder by the hand
pulled him to his feet and began to push him out of the kitchen.
"But, inspiration or no, we really do have to shovel that
driveway."

"Now?" Mulder's whiny reply reminded Walter of a kid trying to get
out of doing his chores. Walter decided to treat it that way.

"If we shovel the driveway now, we can use the hot tub to warm up
and play in later. Then we won't have to worry about getting out."
the entire time Walter had been talking he had also been stalking
Fox. Now he took the taller man by the waist and turned him in his
arms. Biting the side of his neck and whispering. "We can stay in
that wet sexy tub until we turn into prunes. We can even add a
little oil to the water so that the scent stays in the air and it
makes turn your skin to silk."

"Ok, you convinced me. I hope you have extra clothes and boots. All
I have are these jeans and my office clothes." With his nose buried
deep in Walter's shoulder and nibbling at the tender side of his
neck, Fox's actions belied his apparent willingness to work. 

"All my boots and heavy work coats are in the mud room, check out
there. I'll get you some thick socks and a flannel shirt." Walter
left Mulder to rummage through what heavy work clothes he could
find and went back to the bedroom the change his own clothes. He
thought of the skillful way Fox had brought the rape story
out of him. He hadn't told anyone that story in over twenty years.
There were many things he had told Mulder that he hadn't told
anyone else, even before they had become lovers. What was it about
Mulder that made Walter want to confide his secrets in him? 

Walking across the bedroom Walter felt something odd in the carpet.
Looking down, it was a rubber ring. //What the hell?// He bent down
to pick it up and noticed other odd looking shapes on the floor.
//Cock ring, ball harness, leather restraint.. Fox, what kinds of
games did you have in mind?// Walter thought. An evil grin began to
form as he remembered the toys he had bought last night before
coming home. He put the toys back into Fox's overturned bag and
began to plan a whole new assault.

********************

Walter had never had as much fun shoveling the drive. It had been
hard work and Mulder had complained the entire time until Walter,
tired of his BS, had hit him in the back of the head with a
snowball. The look on his face had been worth it. Never had Fox
expected an Assistant Director of the Federal Bureau of
Investigation to hit him in the head with a snowball. It was
priceless, and it was just the beginning. Mulder of course had had
to retailiate. The battle had been joined. They had chased each
other into the back yard where they drew the attention of the
neighbor kids. They were astounded that adults would play in the
snow at all much less be involved in a major snowball fight. The
kids had wanted to play. Walter hadn't interacted with the
neighborhood since he and Sharon had split up but he had known some
of these kids when they were much smaller. The sides were drawn and
rules established (no rocks in the snow) and forts built. All out
war ensued; the two grownups against a mob of what seemed like
three hundred ten year olds. When they surrendered (and they HAD
been forced to surrender), they were both soaked to the skin and
bone cold. 

Coming inside Mulder said laughingly, "I want in that hot tub.
Right Now. I may never get warm again."

"Why don't we take a shower to get clean, have lunch then get in
the tub." Walter suggested. The plans he had made for Fox Mulder
and his toys earlier began with getting Fox in the shower. 

"Good idea," Fox said heading down the hallway, "Hot water is hot
water."

By the time Walter got to the master bath Fox had already started
the shower and was stripping off the cold soaked layers of clothes.
"From the looks of things, I guess you are cold." Walter said with
a smirk. 

Looking down at himself Fox gave a simple reply, "Ha Ha. Let's take
a look at you."       

"Just get in the shower. I'll be there in a minute." Walter said.
He watched Fox get in the shower then quickly grabbed some things
from the counter and drawers and left to prepare the bedroom for
the upcoming assault. 

The interlude in the shower was everything he could have hoped for.
Fox was completely unsuspecting. He had soaped his body lavishly
and used it as a lubricant as he massaged Mulder's entire body not
just his groin and ass, even going so far as washing his thighs and
calves; he even shampooed his hair. Mulder started to get down on
his knees before him but Walter stopped him. "No, I want you in bed
this time." As they got out Walter took the towel from Fox and
said, "let me do that," and began to dry his lover. When he reached
his lower back he fell to his knees and began to lick him dry. He
felt the muscles beneath his tongue begin to go soft and turned the
taller man. He buried his nose in Mulder's pubic hair and began to
nuzzle and mouth it with the expected results. He got hair in his
mouth. "That's the one thing that's really disgusting about oral
sex."

"Hummmm?" Fox looked down at him confused and more than just a
little distracted. 

"Do you know the sound a pubic hair makes before it hits the
floor?" Fox shook his head. "Pthoooi." Fox laughed softly still
somewhat distracted. "Let me trim that for you a little, just
enough to keep me from getting loose hairs, ok?" Fox nodded his
agreement. Walter led him into the bedroom where there was a towel
on the side of the bed and a bowl of water on the bedside stand. 

"Walter, do you have something nefarious planned for my bush?"

"No." Walter answered. "Really, all I want to do is trim the loose
hair around your prick." Walter led him to the side of the bed and
laid him down. Picking up Mulder's feet he set them wide apart
exposing the hanging balls and the small ring of muscle. "It's your
balls and ass I want to shave." Fox sat up to protest, Walter
kissed him and persuaded him to listen. "I used to keep myself
completely shaved. I won't take off too much, I promise it won't
even be noticeable in the showers at the gym." Fox finally agreed
and lay back with his hands behind his head.

Walter began very slowly first combing and trimming with a small
pair of blunt tipped moustache scissors. He made sure his touch was
firm and not at all arousing, he did not want Fox hard at this
point. When he had completed the trimming he said, "Fox, lay very
still, I sure don't want to nick you."

Fox sat up. "Walter, if you really want to do this... well, I use
an electric razor. I have one in my bag. We could probably reset it
for this."   

"Good idea. But those vibrate and you really shouldn't get hard
during this."

"I don't believe this. You're telling me you don't want me getting
hard. With me in your bed. This is a first."

Walter spread the shaving gel and let it sit for a moment to make
the hairs really soft, then he began. It was done in just a very
short time. Walter then took a warm washcloth and cleaned him off.
"Stay there just a minute. I'll be right back." Walter took
everything back into the bathroom and returned again kneeling by
the side of the bed. 

Placing his hands on Fox's soft inner thighs Walter spread them
just a little more and dipped his head surprising Fox by taking
both of his soft balls in his mouth at the same time. Mouthing and
slurping for just a minute he lifted his head and said, "ah, that's
better." 

Mulder moaned, "ooooh, that's good Walt, don't stop."

"Sorry, I have to stop for just a little bit. You know, when I came
back in here this morning to get dressed your toys were spread all
over the floor." Mulder's head popped up and he raised himself on
his elbows to look down at the older man between his legs. Their
eyes met. "Interesting toys," he continued. Raising an eyebrow and
his hand "but I prefer my own."

Fox's eyes widened when he noticed the small mass of straps and
rings dangling from Walter's hand. 

"This is a cock and ball harness combined. Your's were separate
weren't they." Mulder didn't answer. He hadn't really expected an
answer. "It has one additional strap though, that's what makes it
a ball separator." He began to attach it to the younger man's body.
"You can imagine how it works." 

"Walt?"

"Shhhh. Lay back." Mulder complied. "Now I hate hair in my mouth as
much as anybody. But this is the reason I wanted you bare.
Sometimes these toys can pull at the hair and make them painful to
wear. I don't want you having any kind of pain." Walter reached 
for the tube of lubricant he had stashed under the bed and began to
apply it to both his hands. "To that end we really need to stretch
you some more." He leaned forward and licked the tightly clenched
ring of muscle before him until he felt it soften and relax. Walter
placed the tip of his index finger to Mulder anus and began making
those little circles with it again. Mulder jumped, arched his back
and lifted his hips off the bed. "Easy baby," Walter's finger had
followed him and by the time Mulder had eased the finger was fully
embedded, "I'm just going to stretch you some more." Walter
inserted the second finger and waited until Fox settled again. Then
he began the slow pumping motion. He felt Mulder's ass muscles
soften and removed the second finger. This time he inserted both
index fingers moving them slightly apart and gently stretching the
powerful sphincter. When Fox had relaxed enough that the hole
stayed slightly open when he removed his fingers, Walter slid up
until he lay across his lover's chest. 

"Oh My God. Walter. That is the most sensual thing I have ever
felt."

"Good. There's more. I want you to understand. You say I'm huge...
that it's a monster, well I am big, very big. Fox, my meat is 9 and
a half inches fully erect," Mulder gasped, "the base is three
inches and the head is two. It's going to take more than my fingers
to stretch you enough." He paused and reached under one of the
pillows. "This is a butt plug. It's only four inches long and one
inch thick. I want you to wear this for a little while this
afternoon." 

Mulder stared at the rubber shaft, his eyes wide, his mouth
slightly open. The idea that his lover was more than twice as long
and three times as thick took his breath away. He reached up and
pulled Walter's head down into a deep kiss. "Do it."

Walter knelt between his lover's legs again and using a lot of
lubricant and patience slowly inserted the rubber invader, then he
leaned forward and lovingly mouthed the restrained balls. When
Mulder began to rock Walter backed off to admire his handiwork.
Mulder lay there legs splayed his hands fisting the bed covers;
he was fully aroused and not going anywhere. His cock and bare
balls separated and completely restrained, his ass stuffed. Mulder
was learning what being a bottom to a real top was all about. He
didn't look too unhappy about it pumping his hips the way he was.
It was time to start the teasing.

Standing he stretched his hand down to the panting Mulder. Using
one finger he softly stroked one inner thigh from groin to knee and
said, "Let's go get some lunch." 

End Chapter Five.  
I did not write this. Please send all comments to the author at
(edctr15@email.wuerzburg.army.mil).
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A Matter of Control
by Lynne Austin

********     Disclaimer in Chapter One     ********

Chapter Six

Walter slowly pulled Fox into a sitting position. He had made sure
that the butt plug was seated securely and wouldn't slide too deep
but he wanted Fox to get the full benefit as well. Fox turned a
little pale as he felt it shift and settle deeper within his virgin
ass. He gripped both of Walter's hands hard and gave a slight sob.
"Shhh, easy baby. Just sit for a minute. Let yourself get used to
it." Fox's color slowly started to return, he nodded then stood.
Still holding Fox's hand Walter led him to the full length mirror
on the closet door. Standing behind the taller man he gazed into
the mirror over his lover's shoulder, rimming his ear he barely
breathed his continued seduction. "Look Fox, look at yourself.
You're not even fully hard yet and you're leaking." He reached
around the slender hip to take the tumescence organs in hand. "Look
at your balls," reaching beneath them he lifted and paused to
gently tug on the separated spheres, straightening out any residual
wrinkles that could cause problems later, "stretched sooo tight,"
he paused to scratch softly, almost with a tickling stroke. "And
this pretty cock of yours, look there are three rings, all attached
to a single strap. Let's spread them out a bit." He manipulated the
rings until each one was an inch from the one next to it. "You want
me to stroke it?" Fox nodded. "No." Walter slid his fingers to the
head instead and began a firm massage to just the head. Fox raised
himself to his toes, arched his back and reaching over his head
took Walter by the neck.

"Oh God, Walter. Please."

"Please what, baby, what do you want?" Walter said, still
tormenting the younger man. Fox just groaned deep in his chest.
Walter gathered the moisture pouring freely and brought it to Fox's
lips. "Taste yourself. Taste how much you want me." Fox lapped at
the fingers greedily. 

Walter stepped away and picked up a sweatshirt and pants. He
stepped into the pants and said, "Look at how hard your nipples
are. Are you cold? Now, we don't want you to get cold during lunch.
Put this on." Fox put on the shirt; the hem fell and caught on the
base of his outstretched penis. He lifted it to cover his arousal.
"No, don't ever hide yourself from me. I like seeing how much you
want me." Walter kissed him softly. "Come on, I'm starved. Let's
eat."

"Eat me, Walter. I can't take this much longer."

Walter gave another soft laugh. "Oh yes you can. You can take this
and enjoy it for a whole lot longer, all afternoon and evening if
I want." Separating the three cockrings had increased the pressure
building in Fox's erection. He moved his hands toward it. Seeing
his intention Walter placed his hands firmly over the tortured
man's. "No, Fox. That's mine. I made it, I'll play with it. I'll
make it go away and I'll bring it back. But you don't touch it. If
I have to, I'll restrain your hands. I don't want to do that. I
want you to learn self control."

He then took Fox by the hand and led him into the kitchen, sitting
him on a tall stool. He sat him so that his ass was on the very
edge of the seat, most of his weight on the butt plug. He then
placed Fox's hands on the seat behind him. "Keep your hands there.
If you don't, you and the stool will flip over." He put one of his
hands on each of Fox's knees and spread them wide apart again.
Walter stepped away and got a bottle of cooking oil and spread a
generous amount over Fox's burgeoning organs. Giving a quick stroke
and a pinch to the head he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
"God, I love this picture. Tell me a story, Fox."  

Fox had never felt so exposed in his life; the sweatshirt merely
emphasized his nakedness. His totally open and vulnerable position
seemed to underscore his submissive posture.  Somewhat distracted
by the constant throbbing in his groin, Fox had not been paying
attention. "What?"

"While I fix lunch. Tell me a story. Tell me about your first
lover. The one at Oxford, the professor who seduced you."

"Michael? You want to hear about Michael? Now?" Mulder almost
squeaked. 

"Sure. Tell me all the juicy details."

"Jesus, Walter. I was sixteen years old. That's a long time ago."

"Sixteen? I thought you went to college at Oxford."

"European school systems are different. After Sam was taken my
family broke up. My mother wasn't coping too well and wanted to
send me to boarding school. My grades were high and my intelligence
test scores were very high so my father used his contacts through
the State Department to get me accepted at Oxford."

"Just a baby. Did he seduce you very quickly?"

"I was lonely, confused, and believe it or not England has a very
different culture. I guess I was easy prey."

Walter prompted him a little more and soon Fox was telling the
story with great relish. Occasionally, Walter would go over to
tease his erection just to remind him of what was really happening,
but mostly Walter prepared lunch and Fox talked about his lover.

After twenty minutes Walter walked over and kissed him. "We'll just
let that simmer for a bit. In the mean time let's go play some
more."

Fox looked at him with great apprehension. "Walter, I really can't
take much more."

Walter helped him off the stool and said, "sure you can. And you
love it."

Unable to deny the truth of that statement he followed Walter into
the den. Walter reached into the bag that he had carried in last
night and sat down on the leather couch. Draping Fox face down
across his lap, he gazed at the succulent feast before him. Bending
down he bit the cheek nearest him. Fox hissed. "Fox, you have one
eminently fuckable ass. I am really going to enjoy popping your
cherry tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah, tonight. Why did you think I was doing all this?"

"I don't know. Drive me insane?"

Walter shifted Fox until he was lying with his hands on the floor
supporting most of his weight and his ass arched over Walter's lap.
"Spread your legs." He did and Walter adjusted him until he was
satisfied Fox couldn't rub his cock or balls against him and that
Walt could still reach his anus easily. Walter played with Fox's
ass; adjusting the butt plug, working it in and out and sometimes
working it in a small circle. He felt the leg of his pants begin to
get wet from the amount of precum Fox was leaking and decided it
was time to up the ante. 

He pulled the small plug completely from Fox's ass very slowly and
listened with a smile to the deep groan he heard. "Oh, yeah, you're
coming along very nicely." Fox groaned again. Leaving his ass empty
Walter said, "go on into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up.
Then come back into the kitchen for lunch."

When Fox came into the kitchen he was much subdued. "How did you
know?"

Walter smiled. "Been there. Done that. Sit eat your lunch." 

Fox sat, very gingerly but said, "I'm not anywhere near as sore as
I thought I would be, thank you." 

Walter leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You're welcome
but I'm being selfish. I want you wide open and begging me tonight.
You can't do that if you're sore." Fox's eyes got wide again in
anticipation of what Walter had in mind. "Come on, eat. I'm a good
cook." Walter said. He knew his ignoring of Fox's dilemma would
jack the sexual tension in the younger man up another notch.

After they had eaten and the kitchen cleaned Walter took Fox's
hands and led him into the den again. This time he sat him on the
coffee table facing the couch. He told Fox to spread his legs again
and began to examine Fox's entrapped cock and balls for damage.
They began to swell again as Walter skillfully manipulated them and
by the time he was done Fox was fully engorged and moaning. "Damn
your good, Walter." Walter gave his evil grin, this was the first
time he had allowed Fox to see it. Walter knelt between Fox's
spread thighs and began to suck only on the unrestrained portion of
Fox's erection. When he could no longer sit still Walter asked him,
"do I need to further restrain you Fox?" Fox shook his head. "I
think I do, but I'm going to add another teaser first."

Walter laid him over his lap again and lubed up his ass. This time
Fox didn't tense when he felt Walter's fingers on this most private
area. When Walt had him really loose he said, "That butt plug is
the smallest of the ones I have. This one is the next biggest in
size. It's not as long as the other one but it's much wider."
Mulder fisted his hands and said, "Walt, please just fuck me.
Please. I can't take this, really, I'm going to explode." Walter
inserted the fat plug. "argggggg." 

"Shhhh. Soon enough, soon enough." He said as he patted Mulder's
ass. "Now get up and go turn on the TV and VCR, get the tape
labeled Vacation '93."  Mulder's mind was so overloaded at the
point he didn't even question the unusual request. He did as he was
told then returned to the couch where Walter sat him down between
his legs. "I knew at some point in my career I would piss off
somebody and they would order my house and office searched and my
office is probably wired. So I've taken some precautions. This is
one of my favorite tapes... it is not vacation footage." Walter
clicked the remote and the screen flickered revealing graphic
footage of men having sex together. Oral sex, anal sex, jacking
off, men by themselves, pairs, groups, gags, restraints, dildos,
obviously scenes taken from many different videos with the dialogue
and cheesy music cut, Fox found it to be very arousing. Of course,
by this point Fox would have found the Discovery Channel
titillating. Walter began to chew on his shoulder and stroke his
erection. 

"Walter please, don't. It's too much." Walter reached down and
released the straps encasing Fox's bound balls. "Ahhhh." Walter
began to stroke him again and this time Fox rocked with him. 

By the time the tape was over Walter had allowed Fox become
agressive again. He now sat facing Walter straddling his lap and
was continuously rubbing their erections together; planting long
wet passionate kisses all over his face and chest; using his hands
to excite Walter he finally began to beg in ernest. "Do me, Walter.
Bring me off. Touch me, just touch me... please."

"You're ready. Let's go to bed."

Fox practically ran down the hall. By the time Walter got there Fox
was already on the bed and had removed the offensive sweat shirt.
Walter made sure Fox was watching him as he slowly removed his
sweatpants. Fox licked his lips in anticipation. "Hurry Walter. I
can't wait."

Walter got the lube from the drawer and applied a large amount to
Fox's erection. With great care he removed the rings that were
still binding him. Fox bit his lip to keep from screaming. It
hadn't hurt. The release from the pressure had just felt so good. 
Walter again made sure Fox was watching as he rolled on a condom
and lubed himself. Fox started to roll over; Walter stopped him.
"No, on your back I want to watch your face." He took Fox's legs
and folded them back against his chest instructing Fox to hold them
in place. He started a slow stroke to the tortured man, with both
the plug and to his erection. Fox began a low keening and when his
eyes rolled back Walter pinched the sensitive head hard and sharply
removed the plug. Fox couldn't hold back, he screamed and came.   
                    
Walter watched him ride out his pleasure then when he was in that
totally relaxed post-coital languor, he placed the massive head of
his erection to Mulder's anus. 

Mulder's eyes opened wide and he whispered. "Thank God. Fuck me." 
Mulder wrapped his legs around Walter's waist and met him stroke
for stroke. When Walter was fully embedded Fox pulled his face down
to his. "You are my master. My ass belongs to you." He kissed him
with all the passion he had left then reached up to hold the
headrails. "Fuck me." Walter did and did it well.

**************************

Fox woke the next morning with Walter stroking his belly and
saying, "Morning Sweetpea."

"Are you going to call me that every morning."

"Probably not in the staff meetings but every morning you wake up
here... yeah," he grinned, "I like it. It's not exactly a name I'll
slip and call you at work." Mulder groaned. "Speaking of work, road
crews came through last night, it's back to the salt mines." 

Mulder rolled over and kissed him, "I passed out last night. That
wasn't very gracious or loverlike. That was the most intense
experience I have ever had. I don't know if I could live through it
again. My God. Walter, the things you had me doing and saying and
begging to do." Mulder blushed and couldn't continue. 

Walter kissed him. "I know. I felt the same way my first time."
Mulder started to speak again, Walter stopped him. "Don't say
anything now. Next time, if you want a next time, is your turn. Now
it's getting late and we have to get to work."

They rolled out of bed and headed for the bath, without words they
decided to shower one last time, in this idyllic break, together.
They dressed and had a silent cup of coffee before simultaneously
heading for the door. Fox stopped, turned and started to say
something but changed his mind quietly walking to his car. 

************************

Walter looked up to see a bemused Kim Cooke walking through his
door holding a florist's box. "Someone send you flowers, Kim?"

"No, Sir. These are for you."

Kim handed him the box and waited. Walter stared at her until she
got the message and left the office, closing the door behind her.
Walter held the unusual square, gold, foil box and was almost
afraid to open it, gathering his courage he did. Inside, wrapped in
green tissue he found two rose buds, one red, one white, their
stems trimmed short and lying crossed forming a perfect X. The note
read:

     Wally, 

     I'm not good with words. Your turn is tomorrow, my
     place, 1:00. I've got some new toys. 

                                    Love,
                                    Sweetpea


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