From: cassandraxf@my-dejanews.com
Date: Mon, 04 Jan 1999 16:58:07 GMT
Subject: NEW: Post Triangle 2: Possession, M/Sk NC-17

Disclaimer:  Not mine, but they wish they were.
Blame:  Te, for teasing for a sequel.  MJ for abetting her.  Kate for saying
"Guh" and <thud>

Rating:  NC-17

Possession

by cassandraxf@yahoo.com


Warm skin under his fingertips, the silky skin under Mulder's ear, the
downy lobe and Skinner leaned in and gently nipped.

The man in his arms shivered.  "Tease."  Tone of complaint.

"What did the doctor say about your ribs?  We don't need to get
athletic if your ribs aren't healed."

"I'm lying down, my ribs are fine."  Mulder's head turned, Mulder's
mouth captured his for a satisfyingly long moment.  "Honestly."

Skinner let his hand wander over Mulder's bare chest, having allowed
himself that much license.  Down over the waistband of Mulder's jeans
where a satisfying tautness behind the zipper assured him that Mulder
wasn't in any pain.  He stroked that tautness, got an undulating
wriggle and whimper, surfaced from the kiss and looked down to
unbutton and unzip, and slid his hand inside.

Mulder arched up.  "Yes, there is a God."  Hiss of pleasure.

He shaped the hard, stretched flesh beneath the cotton knit, got
another whimper.  Rubbed his thumb over the crown through the fabric,
felt a trace of wetness there.  It decided him, that or the throbbing
between his own legs, he wasn't sure.  "Bedroom," he told Mulder
decisively, glad they were in his apartment.

Brief flicker of heat and delight and Mulder claimed his mouth again,
kissing him hungrily.  He pulled reluctantly away, got off the couch
to help Mulder up.  Mulder sauntered with him, their fingers laced
loosely together.

Insanity.  Male menopause, his equivalent of a hot sports car and a
blonde half his age.  And who the fuck cared.  He didn't, he wanted
this, wanted it badly, and not just with his cock.

Mulder gave him a suddenly diffident smile, he paused to kiss it, and
tugged Mulder into the bedroom, backed him toward the bed and eased
him down.  "Clothes off," he muttered, admiring the puffy look of
Mulder's mouth.  From kissing.  He didn't dare imagine what it would
look like elsewhere, or he'd explode like a kid in his jeans, without
ever touching.  There was something to be said for holding back, he
supposed, it certainly upped the intensity.

Stepping back a half-pace, he peeled off his sweater and Mulder stared
up at him, as if memorizing the sight.  Pausing with his hand on the
waistband of his own jeans, Skinner eyed him.  Leaned down and kissed
that mouth again, a temptation in and of itself, reached down and
squeezed the shape visible through the open jeans.  "Off," he
murmured, pulling back.  "Okay?"

Mulder shivered. "Christ, yes."

Scooted back on the bed and got rid of socks and jeans and briefs, lay
resplendently naked for only a moment while Skinner did the same.
Before Skinner covered that lovely expanse of flesh with his own body,
hot and oh, Jesus, did it feel good.

More kissing, more tasting, and Mulder's fingertips moved on his
shoulders, moved on his neck, shaped his skull as he moved down.
Coppery nipple, shivering to an erect nub under his tongue, he tugged
gently with his teeth, moved to the side, to the inside of Mulder's
upper arm, gently sucking pale flesh, leaving a mark.

Territorial beast that he was, it pleased him, he licked the inside of
Mulder's right elbow, moved back up to the left nipple, licked it,
blew lightly to see it react and nipped, sucked at it.

He couldn't understand a word Mulder was saying.  He wasn't sure
Mulder could, either.  A blended mantra of yeses and pleases, and oh,
Gods, and each sound made his own cock throb harder, pressed against
Mulder's thigh.

Light dusting of hair between those nipples, and he licked and kissed
down to the cup of Mulder's navel, teased it, nipped gently.  The
scent of arousal, of sex, teased him, he took the swollen shaft in his
hand and stroked the velvety tip with his thumb, spreading the fluid
he found there.  There was a great deal of it, not just a pearl, it
aroused him further.  Bent his head and flicked his tongue over the
crown, getting a strangled cry and more of the mantra, Mulder's hips
arched almost involuntarily.

He paused, thinking, what did he want?  What the hell was he going to
*do* to Mulder?  What did Mulder want to be done to him?  His fingers
gently cupped Mulder's balls, tugged delicately to keep them from
drawing up further, and he let a fingertip stroke downward, got
another strangled gasp.

The thought of burying himself in Mulder's flesh set fire to his
brain, it felt *just* like that, he could barely think of anything
beyond that.  Stroked that fingertip again, felt the puckered ring of
muscle and pressed his mouth to Mulder's hip, nipped at it.

"Oh, Jesus, Jesus," Mulder mourned, "Walter, don't tease me, please,
you can do it, I want you to."

That was the last of rational thought.  He found the lube and condoms
he'd laid in against this eventuality, forced himself to care.  No
athletics, he warned himself, with the last of his control. Shifted,
knelt between Mulder's legs and smoldered at him.  "I want to see your
face."  Hoarsely.

Mulder's hands gripped the bedspread.  Wide eyes and a nod.  "Yes."
Equally hoarsely.

He leaned in, nipped the inside of Mulder's thigh, licked it to
soothe, and squeezed the lube onto his fingers.  Pressed one finger in
carefully, stroking in the slickness.  Again.  And again and this
time, he went in deeper, focused on Mulder's face and Mulder's
sensations.  Found the spot he wanted and Mulder cried out.

"Christ, yes, that would definitely be the right place."

He almost grinned, but the heat of his flesh wouldn't allow it.  His
face felt heavy, as engorged as his cock.  More lube.  He held the
condom packet and tore it open with his teeth, fumbled the latex out
and tried to keep his hands from shaking and tearing the goddamned
thing.  Mulder pulled his legs up against his chest and he gazed for a
moment at what was offered to him, hearing his pulse thud in his ears.
 Pressing himself against Mulder, he watched Mulder's face, saw the
expression shift to something pained and slowed.  "Okay?"

"Wait.  Oh, Christ, yes, go, go."

Mulder's cock, he thought distantly and reached with slippery fingers
to stroke it, got a thoroughly satisfactory reaction to that, even
though Mulder tightened on him.  He waited that out, eased in the rest
of the way and panted, God, so hot, so goddamned hot, and he was
inside, all the way to the root, his balls brushing against Mulder's
ass.  Mulder's legs came up, he drew them over his shoulders.  "Okay?"
 A little breathless.  He was going to have a heart attack, but by
God, he'd die happy.  Stroked Mulder's thigh with his free hand,
squeezed what he held with his other.

In answer, Mulder moaned, pushed up into him.  "Oh, Christ!"

He began to move, slowly at first, but then faster as Mulder moved
with him, they found a rhythm that suited them both, he couldn't
believe anything could feel as good as this, as Mulder.  "Yes," he
grated, "oh, God, yes, this is good, this is so fucking good."

Mulder seemed in total agreement with him, surged up to meet each
thrust, both hands still clenched white knuckled on the bedspread.  He
wanted that, wanted to drive Mulder crazy, and some sane part of his
mind managed to remember to keep Mulder from getting too carried
away.....

Until they both simply exploded, he rather thought he came first, but
couldn't be sure, he felt the slippery heat pulsing over his fingers,
heard Mulder's cry and thrust once, twice, and again for the last
time, just sagging, trying to get his breath, to let his heart stop
thundering.

Mulder's flesh was still contracting on him, gripping him, pleasure so
exquisite to sensitive flesh that even latex didn't deaden it.
Mulder's chest and belly were flushed, all the way down to the coarse
curls at the base of his cock, his face was flushed, and his lips were
swollen, he couldn't resist kissing them, sucking on them more,
balancing over the heat radiating from Mulder's body.  Mulder's arms
went around his shoulders, urging him down, but he rested on his
elbows, licking and sucking and nibbling that mouth until the
unfortunate moment that he felt himself shrinking, had to lean up and
back and pull out.

He sprawled beside Mulder, disposed of the condom in the bedside
wastebasket, glad it was there, and then rolled over, letting half his
weight rest on Mulder, mostly from waist down.  Mulder
looked.....decadent, delicious, he kissed him again, deeply, stroking
Mulder's still slightly swollen cock with a delicate touch, reckoning
his own sensitivity was a sign of Mulder's.

Got a faint moan in Mulder's throat and a lazily sensual response to
the kiss, he moved down Mulder's jaw, his throat, felt Mulder's pulse
under his lips.

"God." Faint whisper.  "God, Walter."

"Mmmhmmm."  He licked Mulder's collarbone, sated and feeling smug
again, sucked at pale flesh, marking it again.   Exactly, he thought
and sighed.  Sprawled again and met Mulder's almost sleepy gaze.  "You
okay?"

Faint, wicked grin.  "I'm dead, does that count as okay?"

"As long as your ribs don't hurt."  He rubbed his thumb over Mulder's
lip.  "You're a mess.  Shower?"

"You gonna wash me?"

He looked down that lovely length again.  "Try and stop me."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Good."

He was still smiling smugly as they stepped under the hot water.

Mine.  He tested the word in his head, laughed silently at himself.
Territorial or not, he rather thought it was true.  And maybe had been
for longer than he'd wanted to recognize.

Finis