Scully woke first, gently sliding her limbs out of the warm tangle of her two bedmates. She didn't even bother to check what time it was - it was likely the middle of the night, but in this magical weekend time was unimportant. She felt refreshed, as if she'd slept for hours and more than that - she felt hungry, hungry for love.

Quietly, she moved round the room, lighting candles and delighting in the scene on the wide bed, as the soft light revealed more and more. Skinner was more or less in the middle, flat on his back, arms wide to cuddle each of his lovers close. Where Dana had slipped out from his embrace, his big hand was still curled loosely on the pillow, soft shadows in the hollow of his armpit where she had been nestling. His other arm was wrapped protectively around Mulder, who was lying half on top of the bigger man, his dark head snuggled under Walter's chin. They'd never even got as far as pulling a sheet or quilt up over themselves, so the long legs of both men were visible, Mulder's interleaved with Skinner's, one knee slightly bent and resting against the other man's groin.

Scully blew out the taper she was holding and moved closer to the sleeping men. She could hardly believe the wonderful change in all their lives in just 48 hours. She and Mulder had spoken of Walter "completing" them, of him being an essential part of the equation; what they had already shared was overwhelming beyond anything they had imagined, even in their sweetest fantasies. It was time to take the next step - to take the most intimate journey together, to make a circle of love that could never be broken. Scully was ready; her heart was already beginning to race a little just thinking about it.

She knelt on the end of the bed and teasingly began to stroke the sleeping beauties' feet. Mulder twitched his foot out of her reach but that just caused his knee to push against Walter's sleepy cock. Dana grinned. Walter sighed pleasurably and drew his arm even tighter around Mulder's shoulders. Dana continued to tickle Mulder's foot, and stroke Walter's. Like Pavlov's dogs, the men responded: Mulder's knee nudged Walter's awakening cock and Walter's embrace brought Mulder closer and closer to lying on top of him. It was a treat to watch, but Dana was feeling a little left out.

Sinuously, she slid up the bed to her vacated spot against Skinner's left hip. She burrowed self-indulgently against his warmth, kissing his shoulder and then Mulder's, where they touched. With a mischievous grin, she insinuated her hand between the two hard bodies, working it slowly down over ribs and stomach muscles until she felt the heat and the unmistakable blood-pulse of two arousing cocks. Wickedly she worked them both at once, her palm curling around Skinner's weighty silk, the back of her hand stroking against the vein on the underside of Mulder's eager shaft. Lifting her head she gloated at the sight of Mulder's fist clutching at Skinner's chest hair and Walter's parted lips emitting low, breathy gasps. She had to play this carefully - get them thoroughly woken up and ready to play, but not allow them any release just yet... one more stroke should do it...

Mulder was squirming helplessly against Walter now, the big man flexing his hips against the caress... Dana's hand came down suddenly on Mulder's dimpled buttock and he shot up in the bed, wide-eyed and outraged.

"What the...?"

"Oh good, you are awake, then!" Dana sounded all innocence, but her face betrayed her.

Mulder narrowed his eyes and tried to look stern as he slowly took in his surroundings. His naked partner all creamy skin and sexily-tousled amber hair, and his naked boss, all tanned muscle and sexily-smooth head... could a boy get any luckier, he thought, rubbing his stinging buttock philosophically. A second later, his own state of arousal hit him, and then his gaze dropped to compare it with Walter's and an evil grin to match Scully's spread across his face.

"D'you know, I could fancy a sandwich. Whaddya say, Scully?"

"Mmm, a nice juicy triple-decker, with some succulent Walter in the middle, would be perfect!"

Exchanging a conspiratorial look across the still-unaware body of their victim, they fell on him simultaneously with noisy kisses and licks over his face and ears. As he blinked open sleepy brown eyes, Mulder moved south to make raspberries against Skinner's concave belly and blow cool air over his heated groin to give them a little more time. Scully stroked a tender finger down Skinner's cheek, watching his lashes flutter as he struggled to wake up.

"Hello there, big guy... you got one of those sensational wake-up kisses for me?"

Skinner's mouth still tasted faintly of oyster sauce and white wine, overlaid with his own sweetness, and his kiss was as tender and intense as before. Dana moaned into his parted lips, making Mulder lift his head from Walter's thigh and stick his lip out, sulkily.

"Get up here, you idiot, we haven't forgotten you." Skinner's voice was husky with sleep and the low, seductive growl went straight to Mulder's groin.

Mulder clambered up the bed and their three faces came together in a group kiss that was wet, sloppy and giggly. As they worked out how to accommodate three noses and six lips, pulling slightly apart to angle their mouths, Mulder skimmed one hand back down Skinner's body, slipping his fingers under the heavy scrotum. As his tongue flicked across Skinner's lips, darting between his and Dana's, his index finger circled the tight pucker of Walter's anus, just teasing the sensitive muscle, pressing lightly against the tiny opening.

After a while he brought the finger up to his mouth and broke the three-way kiss to slick it with his own saliva. His companions watched transfixed, as that long digit slid in and out between Mulder's ripe lips. Dana reflexively licked her own lips and Mulder smiled a lazy smile, full of intent, and offered her the finger. Her pink lips closed around it like a flower, and Skinner closed his eyes with a groan. Mulder leaned in again:

"Walter, how would you feel about Dana sucking that magnificent cock of yours, and then sitting on your lap, with you deep inside her?"

Skinner groaned again.

"Hmm... Not very articulate are we? Well, how would you feel about having me inside that sweet, tight ass of yours? I did warn you it was all mine this time!"

Skinner moaned and then groaned.

"Can't choose? Weeellll... how about both, then. At the same time."

Skinner gasped a wordless sound.

"A simple yes or no will do." Mulder smiled fondly down at the stunned man between them. "We're ready for this, Walter; we're longing for this. We want you so much, love you so much. Say yes, Walter, make us truly one."

Scully let Mulder's finger out from between her lips with a 'pop' and mouthed a silent 'please' at Skinner.

"Yesss, yes... please!" Skinner rolled his head to one side, so overwhelmed by emotion he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Dana rubbed her hand over his chest as he gulped a little, and Mulder bent down to kiss what he could reach, which turned out to be Walter's right ear. They all laughed.

"Okay!" Mulder was bouncing like a kid. "Now you don't need to do a thing - at least not yet. Lie back and enjoy, you big gorgeous stud!"

Dropping another kiss on Skinner's scarlet ear, he slithered back down the bed and resumed his intimate caress of the other man's anus, with his now-slippery finger. Scully kissed Skinner's blushing cheek and rolled off him to take some lube from the nightstand drawer.

"Bend your knees a bit, Walter - there, that's perfect. Scully - get down here and feast your eyes... the silkiest skin, balls as ripe and full of juice as the sweetest plums, a cock to make your mouth water and this little secret place... Are you a virgin, Walter?" The slippery finger probed gently at the opening, circled, pressed.

Scully could see the dusky rim glistening with saliva, softening a little, loosening as Mulder stroked it.

"There... yeah, I am." Skinner's whisper was shy.

"We'll be very gentle, take it real slow." Mulder's voice sounded a little shaky too, now, and he dipped his head a moment. When he looked up again Dana was holding one of Walter's big hands.

"We want this to be very good for you, Walter. We want this to be the first time of a lifetime of loving you, of you loving us."

Mulder grabbed Walter's other hand and the circle fed the love and trust between them.

"I'm gonna start with one finger - okay?" Mulder held it up, crooking it in the kind of tiny wave you'd give to a baby. Walter let out a nervous gasp of amusement and relaxed a little.

With endless patience Mulder opened Walter up until his finger was readily accepted and buried its full length inside Walter's ass. All the while, he kept up a litany of seduction, both to reassure the other man and to express his own arousal:

"That's it, Walter, open for me... you're making me so horny, so hungry for you, Big Boy! And you're hot for me, aren't you... I'm slicking you up inside and you're gonna take me, all of me... I'm gonna slip inside you so sweetly...Think we're ready for that second finger, Gorgeous?"

'Gorgeous' was beyond anything but a breathy "Okay," to which Mulder smiled fondly and beckoned Scully closer. Taking the lube from her he squeezed a good dollop onto his finger and then reached for Scully's hand. Her eyes widened as he shared the slick gel with her, smearing their two fingers together. "We share everything, okay?" He looked serious and they both met Walter's dark gaze, soft with wonder.

Mulder spent a few moments working plenty of the lube inside Walter and then slid his finger in deep. The tight sphincter was relaxing now, opening more easily. Dana drew her wet finger down alongside Mulder's and eased into the small opening with him. They all rested for a minute, getting Walter used to the extra fullness, all of them feeling the emotion of being joined this way. Dana felt the clenching muscle ring slacken minutely and saw Walter's eyes lose a little focus. She pushed gently forward. Mulder bent his finger a tiny amount to align it with hers and suddenly Walter cried out and arched up off the bed.

"Say hello to your prostate, Walter!" Scully's grin was wide and wicked.

They played with him, sliding their two fingers in and out, taking turns to rub against the tiny gland that made Walter writhe and moan so adorably. Dana took over the seductive commentary:

"You feel so good, Walter - strong and tight. And you should see yourself - just watching you, god, you're so beautiful like this, your eyes so dark... Feel us stroking you, Walter, touching you so deep. Our gorgeous, sexy Walter..."

A third finger almost brought a premature end to their orgy - Mulder was rock-hard by now, fighting to maintain a ragged control over his breathing. The sight of Walter's passionate, trustful gaze, of his waiting, willing body, was undoing the last shreds of Mulder's restraint. Scully was panting a little too - one hand caressing Walter's prostate, the other working between her own thighs, stroking herself into dripping readiness. Walter's cock was rigid and ready, rising proud between them; the moment was now.

Nodding to Dana, Mulder drew his hand from inside Walter's body slowly, leaving her smaller finger still softly rubbing but lightening the touch gradually, not withdrawing the stimulation all at once.

"How are you doin' Big Guy? Ready for the ride of your life? Can you kneel up, do you think? Give me your hand."

He hauled the big man upright, as Dana let her hand finally slip out of him. Still grasping Skinner's hand he squeezed more lube onto it and guided it to his own cock. Braced back on his hands, Mulder let Walter just hold him for a second. Even that still clasp was almost too much now, the heat and size of Walter's palm enfolding him in warm, teasing pressure. Then Dana wrapped her tiny hand around that massive one and together, she and Walter stroked him.

"Unnhh, ahh, you'd better not do that too long... I've got somewhere I have to be... You ready to take me there, Walter?"

"Yeah, I am." Skinner's eyes were so clear, bright and steady and the deepest, softest brown imaginable.

This was their moment, his and Walter's. Mulder felt as if he'd been waiting his whole life for this connection, for something even Scully couldn't share - for someone who understood what this moment was like for a man.

And for all his inexperience, Walter seemed to know what to do. He leaned forward, dipping his face to the quilt, keeping his ass raised, spreading his knees without being told. His moist, glistening anus was exposed between the taut muscles of his buttocks. No words could have made such an eloquent invitation. Mulder sucked in a shuddering breath.

"Uh, Scully..."

"It's okay, Mulder, just you take care of him 'til I get there too." She sounded almost fierce, circling soothing sweeps of her hands over Walter's back and down to gently spread his buttocks while Mulder held the lean hips and nudged his eager cock forward.

Walter's sheathing heat and muscle almost overwhelmed Mulder. It felt dangerous - knowing the power of the other man, the trust it took to allow this loving invasion. He felt privileged to be Walter's first, to command, just for a while, this magnificent man. Humble and exultant, he began to move inside his lover, words and sounds spilling out of him:

"Tight! Achh, so tiiigght - shit, I'm not gonna last ten seconds here - you're like a python closing round my dick, you sweet bastard - unngghhh, yess! Yess! Just take a breather here... uhh, uhh, now you're like silk, hard as silk, hot as silk... fuck, my brain's dying here, you gorgeous, gorgeous bastard, gotta ease back or I'll pass out... "

Skinner had been silent for the first few seconds, until Scully thought he had blacked out. Then she realised he just wasn't remembering to breathe. She grabbed his shoulders, trying to lift his solid weight up off the bed. "Breathe, breathe, Walter - slow now, in... out... that's it ." Painfully slowly, he sat up until he was sitting against Mulder's thighs, hunched over, his face pale. A single rasping breath seemed about to burst his lungs and the deep chest heaved.

"Don't die on us now, you idiotic, adorable man - I'll kill the both of you if I don't get my go! Keep your head down 'til you feel better. It only seems like he's splitting you in half, you can take him, you're the best."

Mulder was lost in sensation, hands sliding up and down Walter's flanks and back, stilling him like a nervous stallion, gasping with the effort of not thrusting hard and fast. He felt as if he'd been hard for hours, on the verge of coming for hours, but this was such heaven he did and he didn't want it to reach climax just yet.

At last Walter had found a way to breathe around the incredible fullness in his body. Like a long-distance runner, he found his pace, panting rhythmically, the colour returning to his cheeks at last, the ringing in his ears subsiding. He felt his senses returning too - Dana's warmly chiding voice and soft touches, Mulder's wild and wildly erotic commentary and his possessive caresses. He sat up a little straighter, managed a dazed smile.

"Hey! You had us worried for a bit there, Big Guy... I didn't know I was such a great lay - no-one's ever fainted on me before."

Skinner chuckled, weakly. "I didn't - quite. Give me a minute and I'll be... Dana, you haven't given up on me, have you?"

"Never, Walter. You're worth waiting for, believe me. Just don't forget that breathing is kind of essential, you know?" Her voice was husky with love and she swiped briskly at her eyes. "Rest a moment and let me do some of the work for a change."

She bent down and took Walter's erection in her mouth, not sucking, just holding it on the soft cradle of her tongue. At the first touch of her wet heat, Skinner's hips twitched towards her, but he controlled his thrust and when she was used to the breadth and size of him, Dana began to tenderly swirl her tongue around the stretched velvety skin.

A hitch found it's way into Walter's panting breaths, but he rode it, and Mulder held him strongly, taking his own breather from the onslaught of so much sensation, looking over Walter's sculpted shoulder at Scully making love to Walter's sculpted cock. When her licks turned to sucks Walter started to make a low keening moan. Unconsciously, Mulder began to flex his hips in rhythm, slipping an inch out and an inch back into Walter's satiny heat. Walter's head fell back slackly against Mulder's shoulder.

Scully's flushed cheeks hollowed as she sucked against Walter's flesh, then she softly pulled away with a kiss to his wet, lush cock-head. "Look at me, Walter..." Sitting back, she caressed her own blushing skin, from throat down over breasts and belly to the red-gold curls between her thighs. Deliberately, knowing he was watching every move, she dipped her fingers into her own juices and then curled them around his cock, adding a sheen of musk to the gleaming, darkening shaft. She moved close to the kneeling man, looking deep into his expressive eyes. This was their moment - hers and Walter's. Mulder sensed it, and stilled his rocking.

Skinner bowed his head and shyly leaned forward to kiss Dana's cheek. She tucked her head in against the crook of his neck and they rested there, temple to temple, like swans, necks curving against each other. Walter's big gentle hands spanned Dana's slender back and slid down to cup her womanly hips. As if he was lifting a porcelain doll, Walter raised Dana up and drew her forward until her breasts nestled against the broadness of his chest. Scully kissed him there, the soft skin at the base of his throat, the side of his neck, then she lifted her face and kissed Mulder too, over the span of Walter's mighty shoulder. When they pulled apart, Mulder nodded at her, solemnly and dropped his own kiss on Walter's bare scalp. He spoke one word, neither question nor command: "Now."

Still holding Dana like the rarest treasure, Skinner took a deep breath and lowered her onto his cock. She held his arms as she settled him deep inside her, spreading her legs astride his hips. They were joined.

Mulder moved first, beginning again his slow rocking into Walter from behind. Dana lay against Walter's chest, letting his gentle forward surge push his hardness deeper and deeper into her. He filled her so completely, she couldn't feel his dimensions, just a heavy, luxurious heat pressing against her walls, melting her, shaping her as something new...

Mulder felt expansive, decadent, as if he could make love forever, tirelessly. Dana's extra weight served to press Walter even closer around him. He undulated his upper body, to feel the sensual pleasure of Walter's satiny back and smooth hard ass against his skin. Dana's graceful calves and tiny bare feet were alongside his thighs and he ran his palms over them, and nipped at her arms where they clung to Walter's neck. Walter was so still he wondered if he'd fallen asleep or forgotten to breathe again, but then he felt the big man rouse and take charge. Yes! He thought, yes!

Impaled behind and sheathed in front, Walter found that every tiny shift electrified him with sensation. Every inhale and exhale bounced Dana's soft breasts against his chest, brushed the sparse hairs on Mulder's chest against his shoulder blades. Mulder's languorous rhythm didn't quite reach his prostate, but if Dana were to move, then... Mulder bit softly at Dana's arm, which was wrapped around Walter's neck. Dana lurched in surprise and they all three shifted and Walter felt fire course through him from his ass to his cock and from his toes to the crown of his head. Yes!

Dana was loving the unhurried fucking - deeply contented to be connected to her two beautiful men, lulled in the tenderness and warmth and closeness. It wasn't explosive, but it was sweet and intense. Then all hell broke loose and she had to grab Walter's arms to hold on... never mind Mulder's steady strength holding them all up, now the giant had woken and she felt the power surge like electricity between them Yes! Oh god, yes!

Walter felt incredible, taller than the tallest building, with the strength of ten men, ultra-dimensional, larger than life. To be so wanted as these two people had made him feel, to be included, to be the focus of so much desire and appreciation and understanding... he only hoped he could prove himself worthy of their trust and esteem. He knew it was about far more than just sex, but here and now his male pride and lonely soul just wanted to give them every ounce of loving he'd been storing up for so long. He felt each of them grabbing onto him as he started to move and his powerful ass and thighs started a passionate gyration, glorying in his own body and its sureness in this.

There was nothing brutish or savage about Skinner's passion, it was awesome yet infinitely generous - the commanding power of a man who had found himself again. He read their responses faultlessly, knowing just when to pause or slow or build the pace. In the midst of his mastery, he found a moment of quiet and told them: "I can say it now - I love you." He led them and lured them and enchanted them and possessed them and it was as lyrical and breathtaking as any dance. The three of them composed a dance of love that they would replay with variations for the rest of their lives.

Standing in that warehouse, at the mercy of a madman's whims, with only his wits and his courage to protect a child's life, Skinner had felt real fear. Not just of the danger, but of his own abilities failing him, of his strength, on which he relied so instinctively, not being enough. That he had not failed had hardly registered in the aftermath of congratulations and gratitude. He'd felt his age and his human frailty all too bleakly during those long hours of siege, and he'd felt more alone than in maybe his whole life. Then into his darkness of spirit had come these two people, these two friends and they'd put him back together again.

He had to believe that this was a beginning, a door opening for all of them. He knew that he could no more give up this sweetness now than he had been able to give up his hold on life all those years ago in a far-off jungle. He was like a broken instrument that they had rescued and restringed and now his song, his theme was this, this fierce love, this giving of himself totally and forever.

All these things they would speak of later, much later. Now they thrust and wove and swayed and surged together, climbing toward ecstasy, holding hands on the brim of that fathomless deep, plunging as one.

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The candles were all burned down, the pale grey of dawn was creeping into the room and over their entwined bodies. They each felt the energy they'd shared still flickering around them like foxfire. But there was a peace upon them now too, deep and fixed and invulnerable.

Mulder wriggled an arm free of the knot of limbs and stretched it up over his head, yawning widely. "Walter?" he queried.

"Mmm... " the sated purr was leonine. The owner of the purr sat up groggily.

Mulder reached out and thumbed the unmistakable traces of dried tears on the big man's cheek. "You too, huh?" he smiled, rolling his eyes at such unmanly emotion. "Hey, Dana, you still with us?"

Slim pale legs emerged first, stretching stiffly like a kitten, then a mop of wild auburn hair appeared from under a pillow, and two hands pushed at it, revealing blue eyes, still sapphire dark with post-coital bliss. "Hi guys! What are you both looking so sheepish about?"

The two men looked awkwardly at each other, unwilling to admit they'd been discussing feelings, but the moment for denial was passed, so Skinner took the bull by the horns:

"The unpredictable behaviour of our tear ducts."

"Oh that - sweet, huh? It's all right to cry, you know - in fact, everything's all right now."

THE END (of the whole thing!)