BLISS

Of course - a nice, quiet evening would have been too perfect. Some
idiot *had* to ring, hadn't he? Mulder sighed wearily. He'd had a shitty
day and all he wanted was some quiet. After having indulged in a long hot
shower, he had just finished off some chinese take-out and a nice cool
beer, the next one waiting already. One of his favourite movies had
started ten minutes ago, and he was half sitting, half lying on the couch,
ready to fall asleep during the next commercial break.

Sighing, he got up, went to the door and looked through the spyhole.
And almost choked on the rest of the potato chip he was chewing on. From
the livingroom, the sounds of "Plan 9 from Outer Space" faded into the
hall.

Mulder stared, openmouthed.

Outside his door stood the He-Man of his dreams.

The GI-Joe of his most secret and erotic fantasies.

The man who didn't wear just a suit at the office, but A Suit, in a
certain way that *demanded* worship.

Which Mulder didn't deny the Bearer of The Suit, he just had his own
ways of showing that worship. Which Suit Man wasn't always able to
appreciate.

He wasn't wearing a suit now, but a simple blue t-shirt and a leather
jacket.

Quickly swallowing the rest of the potato chip, Mulder opened the door,
heart hammering.

"Sir? What happened? Is something- ?"

Skinner pushed past him into the hall and closed the door behind him
with a kick. Grabbed Mulder by the collar of his t-shirt. Mulder found
himself slammed back against the wall.

"No problems, Mulder, everything's fine. But you could've told me, you
idiot," Skinner said fondly, grabbing into Mulder's hair with one hand,
while the other slid around his waist.

"What??? Told you what??? Sir--"

A kiss stilled him.

A kiss.

Skinner was *kissing* him.

Lips, soft, sensual lips, firmly pressed on his own. Mulder was so
stunned that he simply stood there, arms dangling at his sides, limp as a
doll, until Skinner grabbed him by the neck, propelled him around and
shoved him into the living room.

"I'll give you what you want," he said, and pushed.

*what I want...???*

Mulder stumbled, landing half over the back of the sofa.

"What... I want? Sir, I--"

Skinner grabbed his hair again, pulled his head back and kissed him
into silence.

"Shut up," he growled. "You are an idiot, Mulder. You really could have
told me," he said while he deftly pulled Mulder's shirt up and reached
around him to open his jeans.

*idiot...???*

Mulder felt the big hard body pressed against him and suddenly realized
that this was not only Really Happening, but that he was hard as hell.
Skinner's fingers fumbling at his fly made him whimper with a ferocious
need he hadn't felt only a few seconds ago.

"But--"

"Shut up."

The water. It had to be the tap water. Again, damn. Someone had - or
no, maybe it was the food. Some drug in the rice or the sauce that--

His jeans was being pulled down, and before he could register what
*that* meant, he felt teeth fastening on his right ass cheek. He yowled, was
stilled by a smack on the left cheek - and then he felt a tongue
lapping over the bitemark... lapping sidewards... delving deeper...

"I always knew you had a great ass," it came rumbling from behind.

*always knew...???*

But the feeling of that hot wet tongue touching his opening made him
gasp. Nobody, not even Phoebe, had ever done that to him. It felt so, so
good, so good... Lust, hot, sharp as a knife and heavy-sweet like honey
at the same time flooded him, let him cling to the back of the couch. A
pathetically small rest of brain cells noticed with embarrassment that he
was pushing his ass out, back into the Face of His Boss-- and then the
tongue circled around his hole, circled, circled, teased, lapped, then
pushed in-- and with a sharp cry, Mulder came all over the couch
cushions, whimpering, moaning and biting into his arm.

"Well? Curiosity killed the Fox?"

The warm dark voice stroked him like a big loving hand and soothed his
nerves.

Breathing harshly, he twisted around and fell flat on the couch. He
blinked at Skinner.

His boss, who had just given him the most mindblowing orgasm of his
entire life, grinned down at him and chuckled. He looked wonderful, Mulder
thought, in that tight blue t-shirt, his erection bulging...

*erection...???*

His brain wasn't functioning yet. By sheer instinct, Mulder reached out
and grabbed Skinner by the waistband of his jeans. Someone seemed to be
very much in need of release here, because Someone growled, swatted
Mulder's still shaky hands away, opened his fly and took his cock out.

*oooh...*

Without thinking, Mulder opened his mouth. Skinner growled again,
kneeled over him and--

*oooh...*

Mulder sucked at the tip, stroked the thick shaft, let his newest toy
slowly glide deeper into his mouth. Enjoyed the moans from above. Felt
the thick cock throbbing, grow harder, and then Skinner tried to pull out
of his mouth.

With an unwilling sound, Mulder grabbed Skinner's hip and pulled him
back. A strong grip in his hair and a deep, rumbling groan signalled the
warm flood that poured into his mouth. He swallowed most of it. Some of
the sticky fluid ran down his cheeks and tickled down his neck. He didn't
care.

He was still busy trying to process Whatever The Hell Had Happened,
when he found himself lying on his side, tucked against a big warm body,
strong arms around him, fingers playing in his hair.

*How* could Skinner know that he was in love with him? Had been for a
long time? Mulder tried to remember when he might have given his feelings
away. He'd always tried to be careful. Whenever his feelings had
threatened to overwhelm him, to show themselves in Skinner's presence, he had
smoothly changed into Brat!Agent mode. Sneering, hissing, shouting.
Which had earned him furrowed brows, clenched jaws, bellowing. Because
Skinner had smoothly changed into Boss!Boss mode. Which again had thrown
Mulder into excessive jerk-off sessions as soon as he'd gotten home.

"So how did you know?" he asked meekly.

Skinner tightened his arms around him and kissed his hair.

"I found it on your computer."

*computer...???*

"Computer???"

Mulder lifted his head and stared incredolously at his boss. His lover.
A new aspect he still hadn't succeeded in wrapping his mind around.

Skinner chuckled.

"You mailed me the pics of the Dawson case up, remember?"

Mulder nodded.

"Well, all I got was garbled stuff, I couldn't open them. You were gone
already, so I went down to get them myself. And I found... the URL of
the Rimming Machine."

Mulder gasped and felt his face grow hot. Better to bury it into
Skinner's neck. The man had a nice strong neck, anyway.

Skinner gave Mulder another squeeze.

"You could have told me, Fox - I've wanted you for a long time, but
wasn't sure if I was reading your signals correctly. But when I found the
Marines addy right below the one of the rimming machine - what's so
funny?"

Mulder couldn't help himself - he was snorting into Skinner's neck. He
couldn't believe this.

"Have you... uhm... had a look at the URL? The machine, I mean?"

"No," Skinner said. "Although I'd have loved to see how such a thing
might look. But all I was able to think about was that you were obviously
very interested in rimming *and* a Marine... so I came here as quickly
as possible."

"And gave me both. That was a good decision," Mulder murmured
contentedly. "What about taking this to the bedroom? We have played rimming
machine, we could play Marine next, what do you think? You could be my big
buff Drill Sergeant and I'm the rookie?"

Skinner snorted. "I've always known that you're a kinky brat, Agent,"
he growled. "Let's go."

THE END.

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