The Desk

by Jas Masson





Rating: NC17 for discipline (spanking) and graphic m/m sex

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: CC and Fox. But if they were mine, they'd be happier!

Archive: Persuaders Archive; anywhere else, just tell me

Feedback: Oh please, please, pretty please, with lashings of sugar on top to jasmasson@yahoo.com

Summary: Written, with respect, for the Persuaders List. What *is* on Mulder's desk?



"Mulder, are you OK?"

"Uh...what?" came the intelligent response as he raised his eyes.

Sighing patiently, Scully repeated the question.

"Yes. Absolutely. Great. Just dandy." *Just DANDY?!!*, he groaned inwardly, as she raised an elegant eyebrow. He decided to brazen it out. "Umm...you?"

"Fine, Mulder. Just dandy, in fact." He winced almost imperceptibly. "Is there something wrong with your desk?"

He fought manfully against the flush he felt crawling up his neck and attempted, for at least the fifteenth time today, to gage her view of the surface of the aforementioned piece of furniture; not to mention the rather frequent reconnaissance missions to her side of the room. "Why do you ask?" he inquired as innocently as possible. There went the eyebrow again.

"Because, Mulder," she said, speaking slowly and loudly, "You've been staring at it all morning."

"I have not!" he said indignantly, and waay too quickly.

A second eyebrow joined it's disbelieving counterpart in a lofty position.

"Well...um...there's a...um...rather ugly watermark on there," he tried to modulate his quickening breathing as she approached his desk, "What we need is some...uh...coasters. Yes. Or...I should drink less coffee. Yes. I've been trying to cut down for ages. Bad for you. Coffee is," he trailed off as she stared at him.

"Mulder, that's been there since you got the desk."

"Yes. Yes it has. But...I'm thinking I really should clean this place up. Tidy office, tidy mind. You know."

He wondered if she spent a long time shaping her eyebrows into perfect raising form as she looked around the room. With one final look at his desk, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she returned to her position.

"OK Mulder," she said patronizingly. "We'll do that."

"What?"

Sigh. "Clean this place up."

"Oh. Right."

Scully returned to her work and counted at least 10 taps to his keypad, before he went back to staring balefully at his desk.



"Good morning, agents."

Mulder jumped at least 4 inches off his chair as his desk-induced reverie was disturbed by the deep voice and commanding presence of Assistant Director Walter S. Skinner, F.B.I.

"Good morning, Sir," Scully said smoothly.

"Fully recovered from yesterday's excursions I trust, Agent Scully?"

"Oh, you mean pulling Mulder out from under a, what did you say it was Mulder, a 'genetically modified tomato beast' as I recall?"

"Well it was," he muttered. And was ignored by one and all.

"Yes, thank you Sir. All in a day's work."

"He was very lucky, don't you think Agent Scully? Particularly after he ditched you only hours before?"

"Yes, sir. Very lucky."

They both looked reprovingly at the subject of their discussion, who suddenly felt like a 9 year old in front of disappointed parents.

"Yes," Skinner mused, seating himself on Mulder's desk. "How many times is that now, Agent Scully?"

"That I've saved his life, or that he's ditched me, Sir?"

They shared an indulgent chuckle. "That you've saved his life, of course, Agent Scully, we don't have time to work out the ditching figure. There's only 5 more working hours in the day."

"Hmm. I make it about 23, Sir," Scully replied. A little smugly in Mulder's opinion.

"Sounds about right." Skinner picked up something from Mulder's desk that Scully couldn't see, and started playing casually with it. However, it seemed to grab 100 percent of Mulder's attention. "I've noticed an improvement, though, haven't you Agent Scully?"

"Actually, yes, Sir. Now that you mention it I have. A decline in the rate of both ditching and life-saving." Scully sounded rather surprised.

"Improvement started about...6 months ago, I'd say, wouldn't you?"

Scully frowned thoughtfully. "Yes, Sir. That sounds about right."

"About 6 months ago, wouldn't you say Agent Mulder?" Skinner pressed.

Mulder dragged his eyes away from Skinner's hands. "Yes, Sir," he mumbled.

"Pardon, Agent Mulder?"

"Yes, Sir," Mulder repeated loudly, glaring at Skinner with rather more venom than Scully thought strictly necessary.

"Well," Skinner said, putting down the mystery item from Mulder's desk and standing up. "I'll see you for our lunchtime meeting, Agent Mulder, to discuss this further. You hadn't forgotten?"

Scully reassessed her evaluation of venom. "No, Sir."

"Good. I'll see you later. Don't forget anything, will you?"

Scully rethought the venom issue yet again. "No, Sir."

Mulder continued to glare at the door for a moment, before returning, inevitably, to the desk.



At 1pm Mulder gathered up the files for yesterday's life-threatening, tomato beast incident, and, turning his back on Scully, did something to the surely-by-now-scorched-from-the-heat-of-his-glare section of desk that she couldn't see.

He cleared his throat. "I'm off for my...um...meeting with Skinner."

"OK. Grab us a couple of sandwiches on the way back and we'll have lunch together."

Scully watched with interest the color creeping up Mulder's neck. "No. He said it will take a while. The meeting and working through lunch". He gulped noticeably.

"Two hours?!! What *will* you be doing?"

Mulder had fought valiantly, but finally lost the battle and color rushed (rather charmingly, Scully thought) to his face. "I don't know," he mumbled, and virtually sprinted out of the office.



Once outside, however, he walked rather more slowly to Skinner's office. Kimberly smiled at Mulder as he approached, "Go right on in, Agent Mulder. He's waiting for you."

I'll bet, he thought resentfully, as, with a thundering heart, he entered the office.

Skinner was looking out the window as he arrived, without his jacket and with sleeves rolled up. He pressed the intercom, "You can go to lunch now, Kimberly."

"How is it, Agent Mulder, that it takes 7 minutes to get here from your office, when I'm certain I did the same trip this morning in a mere 2?"

"S..sorry Sir"

Skinner turned around and sighed. "Don't give me that trembling lip Mulder. We talked about this last night. I *will* get you to think before you act, or die in the attempt."

"I think it's more likely to be me dying, Sir," Mulder said, trying to be light.

Skinner was around his desk, grabbing hold of him before Mulder could realize his error. He shook him violently, "Don't you dare joke about this. Don't you dare!" Mulder wanted to say something, but feared for his tongue between his chattering teeth if he did. "Do you have any idea what you put me through?" Skinner demanded, grabbing Mulder and holding him tightly.

"Yes Walter," he said softly, discarding the need to breathe as irrelevant in the face of Skinner's obvious pain, "I'm sorry."

Skinner let go and straightened up. "Yes, you certainly will be." He said firmly. Last night had been spent in a desperate reaffirming of Mulder's life in his arms. Tearful declarations of love, breath-taking hugs, and slow, steady love-making. Today was about addressing the problem. "And it's Sir."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"Did you bring it?"

Flushing, Mulder removed the heavy wooden ruler, that had sat on his desk all morning, at Skinner's instruction, from the file of notes.

"I expect, Agent Mulder," Skinner said, taking the ruler from him, "you've been thinking about this a great deal today."

"Yes, Sir."

"Since we began our relationship 6 months ago you have been thinking more before you act, haven't you?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Do you think this has helped today in reminding you to give things some thought before undertaking?"

"Oh, yes Sir. I promise I'll never..."

"Quiet! Don't add lying to your list of crimes. I don't want to hear anything from you unless directly asked. Do you understand?"

Mulder nodded.

"Good. Let's not delay this any longer." He sat down on his perfectly suited, armless chair. "Come on, you know what to do."

Flushing, Mulder stood beside Skinner, removed his jacket and tie, lowered his pants and positioned himself over Skinner's powerful thighs. Skinner arranged them as comfortably as possible, flipped up Mulder's shirt tails, and swiftly pulled down his boxers, feeling Mulder tense as his bottom was bared. Skinner placed one hand firmly at the small of Mulder's back and took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Mulder's firm, supple buttocks were pale and flawless, beautiful like the rest of him. Skinner felt the usual frisson of excitement that they were his to do with as he wished and rubbed each silky buttock gently.

"Spread your legs a little, Agent Mulder"

Shivering, Mulder obeyed. He hated this, feeling the conflicting sensations run through him, waiting helplessly with his defenseless bottom bared and raised ,anticipating the first blow. No matter how many times he did this, no matter how many times Skinner saw him naked, more intimately than this, he never felt so exposed and humiliated as waiting bare-assed for his spanking. The shameful embarrassment and anticipation of pain was intertwined disturbingly with the erotic feeling of nakedness, the air cool around his ass, and the rough feeling of Skinner's wool suit pants against his cock and balls. Skinner rubbed his buttocks gently, stimulating his strained nerves, and ultra-sensitive skin, causing him to tremble.

"Why are you receiving this spanking, Agent Mulder?" The voice shocked him out of his reverie.

"Because," his voice shook and he cleared his throat, "because I ditched Scully and put my life at risk, Sir."

Skinner's broad, strong hand contacted sharply with his naked bottom, causing him to jump. His flesh was peppered thoroughly, each buttock covered fully and down each of his thighs to his knees. Mulder felt the stinging heat cover his vulnerable flesh and the sensation go through his body to his hardening cock. Unconsciously, he rubbed himself against Skinner's hard thighs.

Skinner smiled as he felt Mulder moving against him, watching the firm muscles of his ass tighten and relax under his hand. When Mulder's quivering buttocks and thighs were an even, rosy pink and he felt the heat from them on his hand without touching, and from Mulder's hard cock through the thick wool of his trousers, he decided they had warmed up enough.

Mulder yelped suddenly as the strength of the blows increased sharply, on the tender under curve of his ass. The hard blows rained down on the sensitive skin at the bottom of his buttocks, and the tops of his parted thighs. He wriggled desperately trying to escape the hard, relentless hand and to his horror felt his eyes brim with tears as his tender flesh heated painfully. His breath caught as he tried to held them back.

Skinner heard the change in Mulder's breathing and stopped, admiring the helpless, red bottom squirming so appealingly over his lap.

"No, Agent Mulder. You are only partially correct, I'm afraid. This spanking is for ditching your partner, it's against bureau protocol and is dangerous for both you and her. You receive this here, in my office as you have broken the rules applying to a federal agent. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Mulder sniffed, pitifully.

"However, the far more serious crime was to place your life deliberately in danger by attacking that...whatever it was."

"Genetically modified tomato beast, sir," Mulder said, insistent on the truth even from this position, "and I had to. He was going to attack that farmer..."

"Enough!" punctuated by a hard smack and indignant yelp. "You do not. I repeat DO NOT, consider yourself expendable under any circumstances. Do you (SMACK) understand (SMACK, SMACK) me (SMACK, SMACK, SMACK)?"

"Ow, ow. Yes, sir. (sniff) I understand, sir (sniff)."

"This is a far more personal and serious transgression. What would I do if you got yourself killed? This is breaking the rules relating to your loved ones, therefore you will receive your punishment at home for this. With my belt."

"WHAT!! No!" Mulder struggled to rise, but was easily held.

"Yes. Friday night so you have the weekend to recover, I *will* get through to you how important you are. And you would be advised to keep very quiet."

Mulder subsided.

"Right," Skinner said, picking up the ruler. "We decided 20 strokes last night, and an extra seven for every minute you were late."

Mulder tensed and drew in a breath...

"Don't you think you deserve it, Agent Mulder? The worry you put myself and Agent Scully, who love you, through, not to mention the risk to her if your 'tomato beast' had found her, instead, alone?"

Mulder collapsed despondently over his thighs, "Yes, Sir," he mumbled.

"Mulder, I mean this. It only works if you understand why and agree. If you don't I will let you up, but..." He left it open.

Mulder paused, admittedly tempted, but sighed feeling guilt and the anticipated disappointment wash over him. "Yes, sir. I agree."

"Good. I'm proud of you." Skinner rubbed his back, genuinely proud that he could make such a responsible choice, with his throbbing, bare ass up.

Mulder couldn't hold back a cry as a streak of fire landed on the center of his already enflamed buttocks, and by five strokes was sobbing shamelessly. Skinner striped his buttocks and legs, 10 strokes down and 10 back again. Mulder struggled and writhed, begging Skinner, with words he would not remember after, to stop. There was no pleasure in this for Mulder now, having lost his erection during their discussion and now it was too painful, and while Skinner enjoyed Mulder's hot, scarlet, trembling bottom squirming over his lap, he got no pleasure from Mulder's genuine distress. He steeled himself, remembering the danger Mulder had been in, and finished the punishment.

The next seven strokes covered the sit spot where buttocks meet thighs, as Mulder promised between breathless sobs that he was sorry, soo sorry, and that he'd be good, soo good.

Skinner put the ruler down and rubbed his sobbing lover's back, waiting for him to calm. Slowly Mulder's breath returned to normal and Skinner tipped him gently off his knees. Mulder buried his face in his lap. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, hurt you. I love you."

"Look at me." Mulder raised head eyes slowly, but looked away before he made eye contact. Skinner raised his chin, carefully wiping his face with his hanky. Mulder's teary eyes where huge and his lip trembling, and Skinner felt his heart swell with love. He kissed each of Mulder's eyelid's in turn and then softly, chastely, his luscious lips. "I love you. You've been very brave." He smiled at Mulder, receiving a shaky one in reply. "Now. Let's finish this," he said in a more authoritative tone. Mulder nodded and, picking himself up, shuffled into the corner, his pants hindering him until he got into position, dropping them and his boxers to the floor.

"Take off your shirt," Skinner ordered, not having the heart to make Mulder hold it up, but determined to finish the punishment, nor willing to forego the sight of Mulder's hot, quivering bottom bared for Mulder's embarrassment and his pleasure.

Mulder burned, his face as red as his bottom, as he stood there, humiliated and exposed, but acknowledged the eroticism of his nakedness, and Skinner's appreciative gaze. Gradually the intense pain of his abused flesh diminished, leaving a stinging warmth that spread, as his less severe spankings always did, to his cock. He found his demeaning position humiliating of course, but, as always, rather exciting. He pictured Skinner behind him, knowing how much he enjoyed watching him, and wondered, flushing, if he was arousing his lover.

Skinner waited for half an hour, watching Mulder tense, but not dare to move, as Kimberly returned from lunch, buzzing the intercom, but there were no further interruptions. He kept a careful eye on Mulder, smiling when he finally saw him shift uncomfortably, from something other than the pain in his sore bottom. With self control he was proud of, he waited a further 5 minutes before going into his bathroom, wetting a towel with cold water and picking up soothing lotion and massage oil. He sat back down on the chair. "Mulder, come over here."

Mulder turned, his face regaining it's embarrassed flush, as he shuffled back over, hampered by his pants, his throbbing ass and, he flushed more deeply, his hardened cock.

Skinner did not show his relief that he hadn't pushed Mulder too far and motioned him back over his knees. He was relieved again when Mulder went quickly, obviously not fearing Skinner would punish him anymore. He pressed the cool towel to Mulder's hot buttocks and moved it down his thighs and back again, feeling Mulder gasp and wriggle over his lap at the sensations.

Mulder, shivered, the cool, gentle stroking on his hot, hot flesh, causing delicious sensations to run through him, centering, inevitably on his now-throbbing cock. As the towel lost it's coldness Skinner pushed his willing thighs apart and applied it to his swollen balls. Mulder cried out in shocked pleasure, unable to keep silent. "Walter...please."

Skinner laughed, a deep chuckle that sent frissons through Mulder. "Not yet, boy. And it's Sir, remember?" he said, with a warning squeeze. Mulder whimpered, "Sir, sir, please, I..."

"Hush now, do you want Kimberly in here?" He chuckled again and pushed his handkerchief in Mulder's open mouth, feeling him stiffen in surprise. "There, that should keep you."

To emphasize his point he run his index finger, covered by the towel up Mulder's crack, teasing the opening briefly, smiling as he moaned loudly, even through the cloth. "See? Much better." Mulder wriggled on his lap, eagerly spreading his legs wider. "I said not yet." A light slap to his tender, right buttock causing him to jump.

Skinner put down the towel and picked up the lotion. Scooping up a generous handful, he rubbed it gently into Mulder's still hot flesh, as Mulder squirmed, rubbing his cock more forcefully against Skinner's legs. Finally satisfied that Mulder's buttocks were soothed, he picked up the oil, liberally coating his fingers.

Mulder floated on a cloud of sensation, prickly points of pain and pleasure on his throbbing ass as Skinner rubbed him gently. His cock, trapped beneath him, ached sweetly, and he rubbed, as hard as he could, his movement hampered by Skinner's strong hand. He smelt the fragrant massage oil as Skinner lubricated his fingers, and moaned in desperate anticipation, spreading his legs as wide as they would go. He groaned pathetically as Skinner teased his hot, eager hole with his fingers before thrusting one inside him, moving gently. Mulder bucked uncontrollably as Skinner found the sweet spot inside him, desperate for more. But Skinner refused to give him another finger, making certain he wasn't going to hurt Mulder any more today. Finally in response to the impassioned groans, Skinner pushed in another finger, stretching and probing, preparing his lover, and eventually another. When he was sure Mulder was ready, he removed his steadying hand from Mulder's back. Granted sudden freedom Mulder bucked wildly, desperate for more friction for his straining cock, and more for his tender ass.

Skinner watched, entranced, as Mulder fucked himself wildly on his fingers, his scarlet bottom moving frantically, his hot, little hole greedily taking all it could get, before moving back to ease his aching cock.

It couldn't last long and with a stifled scream Mulder came, hard and desperate over Skinner's lap.

Skinner held his shaking body for a while, before whispering, "On your hands and knees, boy."

Mulder moved instantly, offering his hot ass to Skinner, facing away from him, his legs spread wide. Skinner stared hungrily at the incredible sight before him, as he stripped quickly, breathing steadily to keep from cumming just at the pure eroticism of the scarlet bottom spread for his pleasure, and the hot, spasming little hole, slicked and swollen and eager for his cock.

Slicking up his cock he pushed himself deep into Mulder with one steady plunge, both of them groaning desperately. It only took a few hard thrusts into Mulder's hot, sweet and oh, so tight ass, before he was cumming, stifling a scream by biting Mulder's shoulder.

They collapsed together, exhausted on the floor, holding each other tightly.

"I love you".

"I love you".

They didn't know who said it first.



They eventually redressed, Skinner in new pants, and Mulder a new shirt, his old one sweat-soaked. Skinner handed Mulder his file and the ruler, Mulder still finding enough modesty to blush, beautifully. Skinner laughed and kissed his soft, pouting, irresistible lips. "Scully will wonder what you've been doing," he said slyly. Mulder stared at the clock in dismay.

"You'd probably better find something to do outside the office, to save your fine little butt."

Mulder nodded in complete agreement, as he did up his fly.

"Here," Skinner said, handing Mulder his own belt. "I want you wear this whenever you go out from now on. To serve as a reminder." He laughed at Mulder's horrified expression.



Scully wondered in exasperation exactly what Mulder now found so fascinating about his stomach.

Finis