The Lone Gunmen's Return
by Xraycat
Category: Discipline
Rating: R violence, language
Disclaimer: They belong to Chris. I'm not making any money
from this anyway.
Byers and Langley returned weary and defeated. Neither wanted to tell Frohike the bad news. Their search had been fruitless, no trace of Mulder. As they neared the door, they heard raised voices and some sort of commotion inside the apartment. Byers grabbed his keys, ready to unlock the door, as Langley scanned the hallway for something to use as a weapon. Spying the fire extinguisher, he snatched it from it's wall mount and returned to Byer's side.
They entered quietly, prepared to do battle. Expecting to find Frohike fighting for this life, the pair was shocked speechless by the real reason for the commotion. Frohike was on top of the situation, literally. The elusive Fox Mulder was face down across the coffee table, bare ass in the air. Frohike had Mulder pinned, and was beating said ass with a rolled-up magazine!
"I'm not *hitting* you Mulder, I'm *spanking* you. There's a difference you know?" WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!" Are you going to be late without calling again?" WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. "Are you ready to make a proper apology?" WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.
"No, No, and Yes" Mulder howled. Byers and Langley turned to each other, smiling. They couldn't believe their good fortune. Mulder was their hero, but he was also an insufferable snob. This was absolutely perfect. They turned their attention back to the scene before them, when they heard Frohike speak again.
"Well, they are as worried as I was. I think you owe them an apology too, don't you?" Frohike placed his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, yeah, sure." Mulder was so relieved, he was rambling. "When they call, I will apologize, and we can meet somewhere for a drink, or dinner. My treat, of course."
Byers wanted to laugh. He couldn't decide which was a brighter shade of red. Mulder's face or his ass. Langley broke the silence first. "Actually, we ate while we were out...looking for *you*." The laughter in his tone didn't lessen the accusation.
If possible, Mulder blushed an even deeper hue. "Guys, I'm really sorry that I worried you. Melvin and I have been discussing... how long have you been here anyway?" Mulder's attempt at a casual tone didn't quite succeed.
Langley finally broke, he laughed until tears ran down his face. "Longer than you'd prefer," he sputtered.
Byers looked thoughtful. "Mulder, did you and Melvin come to an agreement? I mean, you have treated us badly. I hope you understand that your childish behavior won't be tolerated any longer." There was no laughter to lighten Byers' words.
Mulder struggled to hide his anger. "I just said I was sorry. I'm not going to mistreat you anymore." He shook his head. "I'm not sure what you expect from me, but it's time to lighten up."
Byers looked at Frohike sadly. "Melvin, I think your efforts were wasted. Our friend here hasn't gotten the message at all." He walked over to the couch and sat down by Mulder. For such a slight man, he emitted an enormous sense of menace.
"Look guys, I think I'm going to call it a night. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Mulder started up from the couch.
Byers placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sit down, we're finished here." He looked Mulder in the eye. "We are going to settle this once and for all. I think that Melvin had the right idea, he just didn't get the job done. You obviously need another demonstration of how serious we are. I'm not as easy going as Melvin.
"You are *not* going to hit me again!" Mulder tried for an authoritative tone. He had to get out of here now!
"I think that Melvin has already explained the difference between hitting and spanking," Byers continued. "You weren't listening, obviously. Langley, get the duct tape from the tool drawer, please."
Langley spun, and ran to the kitchen. Byers glanced at Frohike. "Melvin, would you please fetch the wooden ruler form my desk? Thank you." Melvin scampered off, like the troll he resembled.
Mulder glared at Byers. "I'm not going to let you do this. I am a trained government agent. I can prevent this from happening. Take your hand off my shoulder, now." He tried to shrug free from Byers' grasp.
"This is going to happen, Mulder. In case you forgot, everything that occurs in this apartment is videotaped. If you take your punishment like a good boy, it ends here. If you insist on leaving, we sever all ties. Oh, and a taped copy of this evening's entertainment will be on A.D. Skinner's desk Monday morning. Your choice."
Byers expression was enough to convince Mulder of his sincerity. Mulder thought he might faint. "Byers, you're bluffing." His protest lacked conviction. "You wouldn't send a tape of Frohike spanking me to my boss!"
"I most certainly would." Byers smiled. "I might hand deliver it, so I can observe his reaction. Mr. Skinner should be pleased to learn of a disciplinary action that can actually get your atttention. It wouldn't surprise me if he added a *special circumstances* notation in your file."
Langley and Frohike were back with the requested items, and were patiently waiting for further instructions. Byers reached for the tape. "Fox, please place your hands together and hold them out to me like a good boy."
"Byers, don't do this.: Mulder refused to beg.
"Fox Mulder, I won't tape your wrists if you promise to keep your hands out of the way. Don't make me regret my generosity." Byers sat quietly, waiting for Mulder's response.
"Please, don't tape my wrists." Mulder couldn't meet Byers gaze. "I won't move my hands."
"That's fine," Byers continued. "Now, you are going to lay across my knees, and place your hands on the floor." Mulder forced himself to obey. He positioned himself across the smaller man's lap, knees bent, and palms firmly planted on the floor.
Byers ruffled Mulder's hair. "I'm just going to take down your pants."
Mulder gritted his teeth when his sweat pants came down, and bit his lower lip when his boxer shorts followed. He tried his best to stare at the floor between his hands, but his eyes kept wandering to the feet and legs surrounding him. He couldn't stand the idea of an audience witnessing his humiliation.
Mulder felt Byers shift his position. "Melvin, do you have the ruler I asked for?"
"Yes, John. I've got it right here," the glee in Frohike's voice caused Mulder to bite down harder. He tasted blood.
"Fox, since Melvin has already spanked you once today, I'm going to go easy on you. I'm only going to give you ten with the ruler. Because I'm in a generous mood, you don't have to count them out." Byers place an arm across Mulder's back and grasped him just above his hip.
Mulder took a deep breath, and held it. He tried to prepare himself for the first blow. SLAP. When the ruler came down across his already tender backside, he jumped and a low groan forced it's way through his clenched teeth. His ass was on fire, and he still had nine more to go! SLAP SLAP SLAP Mulder fought his tears, he *would* bear this. The Gunmen had seen him cry once today, and once was enough.
Byers was merciless. The ruler would find a new portion of Mulder's ass, each time it landed. SLAP SLAP He continued to speak quietly throughout. "You will conduct yourself in an adult manner.." SLAP "You will be responsible." SLAP "You will treat others with courtesy and respect." SLAP "Do you understand?" SLAP
Mulder was able to nod his head in agreement, but did not trust himself to speak. He allowed Byers to help him stand, and didn't protest when Byers pulled his pants up.
Byers stood, "Well, I think it's time for Mr. Fox Mulder to go home and get to bed. You've had a very busy evening, and I'm sure you're worn out. I'll call your apartment in forty-five minutes to make sure you got home safely."
Mulder nodded again, picked up his keys and walked to the door. He left without saying a word. The Gunmen were able to retain their laughter for only a few seconds.
Langley hooted, "Byers that was priceless. I can't wait to watch it again on the video tape."
Byers grin was unadulterated evil. "We can watch it while we are dubbing the copy for Assistant Director Walter Skinner. The thorn in Mulder's side."
End