New Boy in Town
Walter Skinner and Ricky Caruso pairing
Discipline and Slash implications
Disclaimers: Walter Skinner supposedly belongs to Chris Carter, but I happened to find him lying around unattended. I consider that an invitation to thievery and it would be rude to refuse such a sweet offering. Ricky Caruso belongs to Stephen Cannell and Three Putt Enterprises. Nick Lea played him in the series, the Commish. Ricky was impulsive, playful, a good friend, and always in trouble with Commissioner Scalli who was the star role in the show.
Introduction: I write Krycek and Nick Lea characters with threesomes being my favorite combination. Walter and Ricky have a more serious adventure in a crossover story I wrote. No beta was harmed in the writing of this short story to pay my way onto the list.
Looking over the top of his reading glasses, Assistant Director Walter Skinner perused the earnest young face of new agent, Ricky Caruso. Putting down the conference notes that had been raising his blood pressure, Walter gathered his fingers in a steeple and considered the attractive man at length.
The boy was well worth perusal. He bore an uncanny resemblance to Alex Krycek, Walter's lover and major source of frustration. However, Ricky had not entirely lost the faint traces of baby pudginess that had disguised Krycek in the early days. The big green eyes were softer and the young man lacked the wariness that characterized the Russian double or triple agent. He appeared several years younger than Krycek was now. He wore a cheap suit that reminded Walter of Alex when he was first planted at the FBI. It was almost an aphrodisiac with its suggestion of Krycek at his duplicitous best.
Shuffling his feet and gazing down, Caruso was the picture of apprehension, which Walter also found shockingly arousing. Ah, but Walter was a dedicated man who would not let his personal yearnings interfere with his professional requirements.
"I thought I told you that I would speak to you tomorrow about your behavior in the assignment?" Walter said, his voice stern and as emotionless as he could make it. He straightened his back, feeling the strain of a long day at work and coming home to tackle even more mounds of paper.
"Yes, sir, but Mulder and his lover said that I should come here if I really was sorry. And I am, very sorry." Caruso said in one breath.
Walter kept him waiting a long moment. He spent the time taking in details. The red tie was badly knotted and pulled to the left. One of the shoes was scuffed and the lace was coming undone. A graze decorated Caruso's temple, marking a rusty line from the wing of a brow into the dark brown hair. Mottled bruises and a scrape illustrated the woebegone face. Even the perky little nose bore a tiny cut.
Finally, as Caruso started to squirm enticingly, Walter said, "So you disobeyed orders and pulled a stunt so dramatically, breathtakingly stupid that even Fox Mulder, king of the idiotic self-jeopardizing risk-takers was impressed."
The young agent nodded, biting at a swollen lip, as he did so. Walter continued, "You were told to stay put and observe a factory, suspected of manufacturing weapons for illegal sales in South America. Correct?" At Caruso's nod, Walter said, "But you saw some activity and went in on your own, failing to wait for backup?"
Voice rising, Caruso justified, "I did try to call, sir. The frequency was jammed. I thought I could stall them."
Walter put his glasses on the desk. He said, "But you were captured and interrogated, alerting the arm-sellers that they were discovered. By the time, Mulder and his team got there, the place was cleaned out. Do you know what they intended to do to you?"
A wobble in the voice betrayed that the young agent fully did. Caruso said, "They said I was going to be a present to some creep in Nicaragua, a fuck toy to sweeten a deal."
Walter stood up, noticing the way that Caruso jumped back. He paced the floor, rumbling wordlessly at the thought of such a fate befalling one of his agents. He whirled mid step and dropping his voice to a deceptive gentleness, he said, "So Krycek had to almost blow his cover and pull strings to find out where they were keeping you."
Manfully struggling to contain an emotional upheaval, Caruso said, "Yes, sir. I really screwed up. That's why Mulder and Alex sent me here. They said that you would, well, remind me not to do it again."
Walter almost blushed. The first time he had spanked Krycek; it had been out of sheer frustration with the man's infuriating insolence and constant sarcasm. The quite surprising melt down had led to an understanding that steadily deepened.
Of course, Mulder couldn't help except to snoop, spying on a discipline session until revealing himself. Walter almost grinned. Mulder had become quite turned on by the sight of Walter spanking Krycek's bare ass and tripped on his own pants, falling into the room. That had earned him a spanking, which was negotiated after a soul-searching conversation that had lasted half the night. The relationship that resulted was satisfying. Very much so.
Apparently, Mulder and Krycek felt that Caruso would respond to the same methods. However, to be certain, Walter asked, "Just how do they expect that I will accomplish that monumental task?"
The red was brighter than a tomato at a state fair vegetable display. It could have lit the room from the scarlet light. Caruso whispered, "They said to come here and ask you to...to.."
Walter unsympathetically asked, "To what, give you the brain transplant you desperately need?"
"No, sir, to spank me." Caruso spilled. With that the young man knelt to untie his shoes. He took off his jacket with shaking fingers and hung it off the back of Walter's desk chair. A moment later before Walter could reply, Caruso had his trousers off and also neatly draped over the jacket. The black boxers joined the other garments after a moment. He tugged his white shirt down to cover his groin and said, "I'm ready, sir."
Trying not to look and make comparisons in depth, Walter asked, "Why would I do that?"
Miserable green eyes peered up through sooty black lashes at him as Caruso hung his head. "I know that I screwed up badly, sir. I just want another chance. All I ever wanted was to be a good cop and I could barely even dream of being a FBI agent. I'll beg it of you if you want. Mulder said that this would work and so did Alex. I know I'm not anyone for you to care about..."
Meltdown, Walter couldn't resist those eyes and that plaintive tone. He asked, "Are you sure? I won't make this easy."
Walking toward the couch, Caruso lifted the white shirttails. His ass was pale, round, with smooth globes and invitingly tender appearing flesh. It would be a shame to mark it even temporarily, but Walter knew it had to be done.
The couch was ideally suited in height for this purpose as well in the firm, comfortable padding. Walter reached under the couch and removed the paddle, watching Caruso pale. He said, "I have a great deal of paperwork to do later. I'll need my hands. You can still back out, Caruso."
The young man's answer was to drape himself gracefully over Walter's knees. Pushing the shirttails high to reveal the sweetly hollow at the base of his spine and the gentle swell of Caruso's smooth back, Walter said, "I can't say this will hurt me more than it will hurt you."
Without a warning, the paddle raised and lowered. Caruso's hands dug into the couch and his head tossed in a jerk of pain and protest. He kept silent though. He lasted four blows before a muffled sob broke his attempt at Spartan indifference. He was tougher than Walter would have thought from his cocky and sometimes petulant manner over the last three months.
"You will obey orders, won't you, Agent Caruso?" Walter asked.
"Yes, sir." Caruso whimpered.
"And call for back up before running into a dangerous situation?" Walter inquired, a resounding thump pushing home the point.
"Yes, yes, yes." Caruso gasped.
"And why is that?" Walter asked, another swat falling on the very rosy round ass.
"Cause I endangered everyone. I blew the assignment." Caruso sobbed. "I nearly got Mulder killed and got Alex in trouble with the consortium again."
Insight often hit over this psychological battlefield. Walter swatted again. "That's only part of the answer, Agent Caruso. Where's the rest?"
"Please, I don't know. Sir, I've had enough." Caruso wailed, trying to get up.
Walter held him down like a lion restraining an unruly cub. He said, "Wrong. You gave me control of this by asking. We're not finished until I say so."
Another swat engendered a steady weeping. Walter waited until the tears slowed to soft little breathy sounds. He said, resting his palm on the heated flesh of the young man's round butt, "Who else was endangered besides Mulder, Scully, the rest of the team and Krycek?"
"I don't know." Caruso answered, genuinely sounding puzzled.
Walter sighed and said, "Why did Mulder and Krycek send you here? They lectured you, didn't they?"
"Yeah, but I couldn't understand the point. I screwed up. They just should have left me. I wasn't worth endangering everyone else." Caruso said bitterly. "I'm always fucking up. I wouldn't have gotten the FBI nomination except that Alex pulled some shit."
Reflecting on the still vibrant color of the ass, Walter shifted under the substantial weight of the young man. He couldn't help stroking a soothing line higher, exploring the silken flesh and the well-defined muscle beneath the inviting layer of soft skin. "Krycek apparently thought you had potential and Mulder agreed. I think I see the problem."
The sudden blow after the caress sent Caruso into a fit of struggles. Walter held him back with a great deal of effort. Walter said, "You will care about how a decision affects you as well as the others. You are a valuable FBI agent with a great deal of potential. That's why my boys sent you to me. They care about you enough to want to save you from yourself. Now," Walter aimed another whack. "I never want to hear you say that you are a fuck up again or that your life isn't important. Because it is. To me."
A swat punctuated the statement.
"To Krycek" and another blow.
"To Mulder" Walter finished with one last paddle and asked, "Do you understand?"
Setting Caruso on his feet, Walter stood, ready to catch the swaying young agent. He tilted the chin up and stared into the depths of the dark green eyes. Tears flowed steadily and the chest heaved under the sweat soaked white dress shirt.
"Am I really important to you, sir?" Caruso asked.
"Yes, you are." Walter said. On schedule, Caruso sagged. Walter caught. He held the young man in an embrace, running his fingers through the lush, almost too long for regulation hair. Caruso moved closer, fitting his body to Walter's as if he wanted inside for protection.
"Nobody ever said that before." The young man murmured. "I thought that Mulder and Krycek only liked me because I looked like Alex."
The kiss was not intentional. Walter just meant to lift Ricky's face so he could look into his eyes again. However, Ricky either misunderstood or acted on an impulse.
Alex didn't kiss like that. He was never hesitant. Ricky, after the bold contact, yielded. He opened his cupid bow lips and let Walter's tongue explore his mouth. His quick breathing and the near frantic movements of his hands as they stoked Walter's back were so inviting.
Walter was shaking by the time the kiss ended. He said, "Ricky, there's a bathroom to the left down that hall. Why don't you clean up and we'll... talk about this."
Nodding, Ricky made his way toward the door. He paused though in the arch, looking back over his shoulder. He said, "There's a note from Alex and Mulder in my jacket."
Frowning, Walter took out the sealed envelope with the note. It was Alex's writing, a clear precise script as strong as the man himself was. The direct words however were more like Mulder who was tactless and refreshingly honest most of the time.
"This is our Ricky. He needs the same thing that you give us. Set some limits for him and teach him that his life is important too. When you've done that, take him to bed and love him. He needs that just as much as he deserves the spanking."
Love,
The Rat and the Fox
Crumpling the note, Walter looked toward the door. He dropped the paper in the trash and made for the bathroom. The exertion of the spanking had him damp with sweat. The shower, which just now had started to run, sounded enticing. He'd take it from there, one step at a time.
As Walter strode toward the bathroom, he was surprised to realize that all his tension had vanished except for an anticipatory excitement singing from his groin. Damn, maybe Ricky Caruso wasn't the only one whose interests his lovers had considered tonight...
End or Beginning?