Up All Night, Sleep All Day
Fandom: X-files
Pairing: Skinner/Mulder
Disclaimer: My apologies to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and 20th Century Fox Broadcasting for his characters that I am so shamelessly stealing and abusing. I am obviously not going to make one red cent from this.
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The new life squirms inside his mother, stretching and trying out his new limbs, poking around inside of her with the desire to explore. His rambunctious movings catch her attention, and she gently pats her tummy. The baby could feel the pats landing directly on his bottom and he was comforted as he squirmed to receive more of the loving gesture.
Fox Mulder smiled at the comforting dream, curling closer to his lover, Walter Skinner, feeling loved and totally at peace. He could feel Walter pressing tightly against him as his bottom wiggled along Walter's muscular thigh. Fox smiled as he felt the strong fingers caressing and patting his bottom sleepily. He lazily reached behind him under the sheets, stretching for Walter's manhood, trailing his fingers along his thigh, searching, only to be abruptly stopped, his hand flung back to his own side of the bed.
Going instantly still, Mulder concentrated on not breathing too loudly, waiting to see what Walter's next move would be. He was disappointed when Walter turned his back and rolled over onto his left side, leaving Mulder the vision of Walter's bare back when he finally got the nerve to peek over his shoulder.
Fox could not prevent his lower lip from sliding out, pouting at Walter's back, though it did him no good. Walter's back remained turned from him. Heaving a heavy sigh, Fox resumed trying to get Walter's attention in any way he could. Several squirms and wiggles and loud sighs later and Mulder found himself with a very hard swat across one bare bottom cheek. Fox about jumped out of his skin at the unexpected swat, almost not hearing Skinner hiss softly. "I told you not this morning, Fox. Now let me get some sleep before you end up over my knee."
Mulder's pouting increased ten-fold at Skinner's softly-spoken words. Angrily flopping over onto his back, Mulder folds his arms and glares at the ceiling, feeling his cock stir in frustration. He angrily throws the blankets back and leaps from the bed bare-assed naked, disturbing the sleeping A.D. again. "Damn it, Walter! You can't keep ignoring me like this!"
Skinner emits a sleepy groan as he rolls onto his back and slips slowly up out of his warm cocoon to lean against the headboard. Scrubbing a hand over the top of his bald head, Skinner shakes his head at Mulder. "You never listen to reason, do you? You have to push and push and push until the only option I have left is to take you over my knee and blister your bottom. Well, you wanted my attention. Now you've got it. Go get me your hairbrush, Fox."
Mulder gulps nervously. This really wasn't the kind of attention he was hoping for, at all. Purposely disobeying orders, he slips quickly back under the blankets. "Sorry, Walter. I'll go back to sleep now. Honest."
"It is far too late for that now, Mulder." Taking Mulder's shoulders in his hands, he turns him from the warm confines of the bed and thrusts him back into the cool morning air. "Hairbrush. Now. Don't make me ask again."
"Walter... please..." Fox looks at the glowering A.D., hesitating only a moment before turning slowly and heading for the bathroom. Disappearing down the hallway, Fox begins to stomp a little harder as he nears the bathroom, grumbling about some people waking in a rotten mood. Throwing open the medicine cabinet door, he flings several items around, dropping a can of shaving cream noisily into the sink, and knocking aspirin bottles over and cough drops off the shelf. He finally locates the heavy wooden hairbrush, and snatches it off the shelf, knocking a glass bottle of cough syrup into the sink, leaving it shattered and leaking the purple syrup down the drain.
Clutching the hairbrush tightly, he stomps back towards the bedroom, feeling slightly better at the state of disarray he left behind. As he nears the bedroom door, he goes back to walking normally. He may be angry about being in trouble, but he's not going to stupidly compound on that either.
Mulder enters the bedroom slowly and approaches the side of the bed where Walter is still sitting, arms folded just as he left him. "Today, Mulder. I'd like to get back to sleep sometime in this century, if you please." The A.D. holds his hand out gruffly for the hairbrush. "You always sleep better on your stomach anyway. And after I'm done with you, maybe I'll be able to get some sleep tonight."
Fox swallows nervously, fidgeting slightly at the side of the bed as Walter encircles his wrist with his free hand and tugs him across the bed and his outstretched legs. Mulder frowns as his bare bottom goes up and over, disappointed that Walter left the blankets covering himself, denying Mulder the comfort of bare skin on bare skin while his bottom gets blistered.
Walter circles Mulder's waist with his left arm, securing him tightly as he rests the heavy, wooden hairbrush on the undercurve of Fox's left buttock. He presses the brush firmly down, wanting to make sure that Mulder can feel the weight of the brush and knows how much trouble he is in. "Why are you being spanked, Mulder?"
Fox takes a deep breath, figuring that Walter is not interested in hearing exactly what he thinks of the older man at this exact moment. He squirms slightly, not liking the pressure of the brush on his bare bottom, but knowing that he will like it even less when the brush is finally lifted. "Because I woke you up."
The brush is instantly lifted and brought back down with a resounding whack, leaving a bright red oval imprint on Mulder's bottom. "Wrong answer, Fox. Would you care to try again?" Walter situates the brush on Mulder's other cheek in readiness for another possible wrong answer.
Mulder lets out a keening yelp at the fire that leapt across his bottom, suddenly becoming more interested in giving Skinner the answer that he wanted. "For having a tantrum, Sir! For getting angry when I didn't get my way." Fox clears his throat nervously, hoping that the reply he gave was enough to keep the brush from meeting his bottom sharply again. "I'm sorry, Sir. Honest."
Walter nods. "That is much better, Fox. But it still doesn't save you from this spanking. I just wanted to make sure that you know what you are being punished for." Walter tightens his grip on Mulder's waist and lifts the hairbrush from his bottom again, zeroing in on his sit-spots, peppering them sharply and relentlessly with the back of the wooden hairbrush, the spanks echoing off the walls as they fall with swift regularity to the undercurve of his bottom and the tops of his thighs, turning them a dark shade of red almost instantly.
Mulder's fingers dig deeply into the blankets, trying to pull himself off of the A.D.'s lap as he makes no effort to hide his discomfort. His wails are so piercing that Skinner is certain that the entire apartment complex must have been alerted to the goings-on in his apartment by now.
Skinner pauses in his spanking momentarily to renew his grip on the slippery detective and haul him back into position over his lap. He admires the rosy red cheeks for a moment before continuing, applying the brush once again to the same red areas of Mulder's bottom until the younger man is gasping for breath and sobbing softly into the blankets, his tears dampening the material beneath him.
Almost as quickly as the spanking started, it is finished, Skinner reaching to drop the hairbrush onto his night stand, figuring that he may need it again tonight. He tenderly rubs the younger man's back as his hitching sobs begin to taper off, leaving his smoking bottom to cool on it's own. Walter helps Fox from his lap and pulls the blankets back so that Fox can slide underneath them.
Mulder doesn't need a second invitation and quickly scrambles under the sheets, pressing his bare body to Skinner's to be comforted, his bottom aching as he wraps his arms around the A.D.'s waist, burying his face in Walter's chest.
Several minutes go by as Walter soothes the younger man, his hand straying to caress his bottom under the sheets. "You know I hate to have to punish you, Fox. It's hard to see you cry, but I'm not going to allow you to misbehave and disrespect me, either." Fox's face twitches at the gentle words, but he only nods to show he is listening. Moments after Walter has fallen silent, Fox's hand begins to creep down Walter's chest, once again reaching for him only to have his hand removed, while the A.D. gives Mulder a slightly firmer pat to his bottom. "Mulder.... I'm not fooling around. I *am* going to sleep and so are you. You don't need another reminder, do you?"
Fox jumps at the light spank. "Ow!" He shakes his head, sighing. "No, Sir." Curling up grumpily alongside Walter, Fox pooches his bottom out from under the sheets, allowing the morning air to cool and caress his blistered cheeks as he falls into a fitful sleep.
Shaking his head, knowing that the younger man will probably never learn and will always require his guidance, Walter presses a kiss to Mulder's sleeping brow before finally shutting his own eyes and drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
Sometime later that afternoon, Walter Skinner climbs out of bed, stretching luxuriously, feeling refreshed after finally catching up on all of his lost sleep. Forgoing his robe and slippers he padded down the hallway to the bathroom, intent on a nice, rejuvenating shower. Flicking on the bathroom light, Walter surveyed the mess in the medicine cabinet and the purple stains in the sink, sighing loudly. "FOX MULDER! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW! AND BRING THAT BRUSH!"
The End