The Pharaoh

By Batela

Note: this is set in the Under Orders universe, which can be found on WalterTorture. This is wicked little shorty for Sue.

A knock at the door heralded the entrance of Walter Skinner. The two sitting at the dining table acknowledged him but were engrossed in a case file, their heads together, murmuring. Walter walked up behind them, sticking his head between theirs.

"Do you two love me?" he asked in sotto voce. They looked at each other.

"Uh oh, I think we're in trouble." Mulder said.

"Should I get the hair brush?" Scully debated. Walter put the shopping bag on the table in front of them.

"I have a fantasy. If you love me, you'll do it."

They looked up at him suspiciously before looking into the bag.

"OH NO! I refuse to wear that!" Mulder stated, jumping up from his chair.

"I am not going to......" Scully held the flimsy piece of material by her fingertips.

"You don't love." Walter sighed and sat on the couch; his back turned to them. He was trying very hard not to let them see his grin. His lovers groaned and trudged off to the bedroom. He leaped up and grabbed his own costume quickly changing into it and assumed the position.

Mulder's short white Egyptian kilt hung low on his hips and gracefully draped over his thighs as he gently waved the palm frond over Walter's head while Scully, dressed in an identical kilt, and nothing else except rouged nipples, fed Walter grapes.

Walter signed happily as he munched the fruit.