Soul Mate
Part Four
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Fandom: X-files
Pairing: Skinner/Mulder
Rating: NC-17 for language and non-consensual sexual situations
WARNING: Non-consensual sexual situations, not exactly rape, but not exactly consenting either.
Disclaimer: Our apologies to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and 20th Century Fox Broadcasting for their characters that we are so shamelessly stealing and abusing. We are obviously not going to make one red cent from this.
Synopsis: Mulder regains something dear to his heart.
Archivists: Please don't change anything and keep our names and email on it. Thanks.
Mulder slammed his fist against the table top, "No, Scully! I won't do it!"
Dana jumped at the violence of Mulder's reaction. She carefully held her temper in check, knowing her bull-headed partner would flee if she pushed much harder. They'd been discussing the matter for over an hour. The more Dana tried to convince Mulder, the harder he dug in his heels. Changing tactics, Scully tried once more.
"Did I tell you he cried, Fox?"
Mulder prattled on, again refusing to meet Walter for coffee, when Dana's words sunk in. He stared at her in wonder, "Walter? He cried? When?"
"The day I went to his apartment, Fox. But, never mind. Go on with what you were saying." Dana rolled her eyes, "Seems you were telling me how bull-headed Walter can be."
"But..but..why did he cry, Dana?" Mulder thought for a moment, "What did you say to him, any way? I swear, if you did something to upset him on purpose...."
Scully's laughter stopped Mulder mid-tirade, "Of course I didn't hurt him, Fox. I didn't touch a single hair on his head, either."
Folding his arms and narrowing his eyes, Mulder pressed, "Well...why did he cry, then?"
Scully colored a bit, "Walter just got emotional, telling me how much he cares for you. He's never stopped caring, Fox."
Mulder quickly turned away, as his own eyes pooled with tears, "Oh, all right. Tell Walter I'll meet him. Whenever he wants."
Dana squeezed Mulder's hand, "Thank you, Fox. Walter's only asking for a chance to convince you, and I want you to give him that chance."
Fox stepped out of the shower dripping wet. The door bell buzzed again. Dripping water down the hallway, he wrapped a towel around his waist, mumbling to himself. "I'm coming already!" As he approached the door, he shouted, "Just a second!"
Bradley smiled as he heard the irritation in Mulder's voice. This was going to be easier than he thought. He maliciously pressed the buzzer again.
Fox peered through the Judas hole. Bradley! Shit! This was not how he would prefer to greet his unexpected guest. Tightening his grip on the towel, Mulder opened the door enough to peek out, "What do you want, Bradley?"
Offering Mulder a solicitous smile, "Just thought I'd drop by, Fox. I wanted to make sure you hadn't dropped off the face of the earth." Staring hungrily at Mulder's wet and nearly naked flesh, Bradley licked his lips, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Fox shifted nervously, his hands remained firmly embedded in the towel. "No. I don't think that would be a good idea."
Bradley reached out, catching a drop of water from the tip of Mulder's nose, "Oh, come on, Fox? What's the harm? I'm not going to hurt you, baby. You know you're safe with Bradley. Let me come in for a few minutes."
Mulder moved his feet from the growing puddle, but not enough to allow Bradley to enter, "Well, what do you want? I don't think we have anything left to say to one another."
Bradley was starting to get annoyed, he wasn't used to this much resistance, "I want to see you, Fox. You're not being a very gracious host, either." Placing a hand on Mulder's chest, Bradley proceeded to push his way into the apartment, "Now, see? This is nice, isn't it?" He closed the door firmly behind him, "Aren't you going to offer me a seat, Fox?"
Fox sighed loudly, insinuating Bradley was an unwelcome intrusion. "Would you like a seat?" Mulder moved to escape the narrow confines of the hallway, "I need to get dressed."
Bradley caught Mulder's wrist, "No need, baby. I've seen you wearing less." He pulled Mulder toward the couch, "Come sit with me, Fox. I want to talk. Now."
Mulder reluctantly followed Bradley to the couch, twisting his wrist slightly to test Bradley's grip. It seemed to be encased in steel. Mulder held his damp towel in place with his free hand. "I'd really feel more comfortable with some clothes on, Bradley. I'll talk with you, but I think you should let me go, so I can get dressed."
Smiling wickedly, Bradley shook his head, "You don't need to be modest around me, baby." He took a seat on the couch, pulling Mulder directly onto his lap, "For old time's sake, baby? You don't mind, just this once, right?" He shuddered, "Man, this towel is wet and cold. It's got to go, baby." Struggling, Bradley peeled the towel from Mulder's grip and tossed it behind the sofa, "Ahh...that's better." He nuzzled Mulder's neck, "I always loved the feeling of your naked ass on my lap. Wish I was naked too. Don't you baby?"
Fox scrambled to cover himself, while struggling to climb up from Bradley's lap. "No! I do not wish you were naked. Let me go!" Twisting to escape from Bradley's embrace, Mulder looked desperately at the towel now completely out of reach. "You said you wanted to talk!"
Bradley pressed Mulder back, so his head rested on the sofa arm, "Relax, baby. You know I talk with my hands." He lifted Mulder's legs to the couch, so the naked man was stretched across his lap, "So nice..so beautiful, baby..and all mine." Bradley slipped his right hand between Mulder's legs, teasing and tickling his ass cheeks, "Open up, baby. Let Bradley come in."
Mulder slapped ineffectively at Bradley with his free hand, contemplating an escape route that would not leave any part of his body vulnerable to Bradley's continued assaults. His brain began to cloud, and his body begged to give in.
Bradley easily pinned both of Mulder's hands against his naked chest, "Now, stop fighting me, baby. You know this is what you want. Bradley knows exactly how to take care of you, Fox." He continued his attack on Mulder's buttocks, "Spread your legs, baby. Don't make it so hard on me." He slapped lightly at Mulder's thighs, "Spread 'em, Fox. Don't make me fight you."
Fox had never been able to refuse Bradley. They were great together in bed, even if the rest of the relationship had been a disaster. He felt his cock jump, eager for some attention. It had been way too long since his last sexual encounter and his body betrayed him, his legs parting slightly even as his brain told him to fight.
Bradley grinned wolfishly at Mulder's compliance. He forced a finger into Mulder's anus, drawing a gasp of painful surprise, "You love this, don't you baby? You love for Bradley to finger fuck you. Say it Fox, tell me what you want."
Fox groaned, a combination of agony and ecstasy, his cock hardening painfully as Bradley's finger wiggled enticingly. "I want... I want..." Fox felt his head spin dizzily as his body continued to respond with enthusiasm, his cock jutting out towards Bradley, begging to be touched, to be caressed. Fox spoke between gritted teeth. "I want you to get off of me!"
Bradley startled at Mulder's response, "No, you don't, baby. You're just being stubborn." He intensified his assault on Mulder's anus, thrusting his finger violently back and forth. "Bradley knows what you need. You should just give in and admit it, baby."
Mulder bucked his hips against Bradley's thighs, in time with the thrusting finger. His rigid cock was intent on claiming it's share of attention. A low moan escaped his lips and his eyes closed tightly, as his mind succumbed to his body's urgent desire.
Bradley laughed low in his throat, "Touch yourself, baby. I want to see you. Pinch your nipples.." he licked his dry lips, his voice husky, "Touch your dick, like it was mine. Show me how much you love me, baby."
Mulder instantly freed one hand from Bradley's grasp to do his bidding. Sliding his hand across his nipples, he twisted each one painfully for Bradley. Mulder bit his lip in confusion as his body insisted on obeying Bradley's commands. Slipping his fingers around his aching cock, Mulder grasped the hard shaft, stroking himself gently while continuing to ride Bradley's finger, "Like this, Bradley? Is this what you want me to do?"
Bradley nodded slowly, "Just like that, baby." He released Mulder's remaining hand, to reach for his zipper, "Next, you can do the same thing to mine, okay baby?" He chuckled again, "No, I think you can use your mouth, instead." He pressed deeply into Mulder's anus, twisting his finger sharply, "Tell me, baby. Tell me that Bradley does you best."
"Oh God!" Mulder writhed on Bradley's finger, shouting out his name. "You do, Bradley! You do me better than anyone ever!" Mulder began humping his own hand furiously, his body aching for release.
Bradley pinched Mulder's nipples painfully, while continuing to probe deeper into his rectum, "Don't you ever forget it, either. You're mine, baby. All the time. Every inch of you." He freed his own stiffening member, "I want your mouth on my dick now, Fox. Don't make me tell you again."
When Mulder felt Bradley's dick pressing heavily against his belly, he snapped to his senses. Gathering his remaining strength, Mulder placed his hands on Bradley's chest, and pushed away with all his might. Catching Bradley off guard, he managed to escape from the sofa, out of Bradley's reach. Panting to catch his breath, Mulder scrambled to retrieve the towel behind the sofa and secured it around his hips once again. The effort was spoiled by the head of his still erect cock peeking out from underneath.
Bradley panted in confusion, "What the hell?" His face contorted in fury, "Get back here, Fox. I'm not finished with you." He realized his error instantly. Appearing contrite, "I'm sorry I yelled, baby. Come back and let Bradley make it up to you, okay?"
Before Fox had a chance to respond, the door bell buzzed again. Grateful for the interruption, Fox bounded to the door, flinging it open quickly, disregarding his disheveled state.
Walter. It figured.
Mulder stood staring at Walter, wet hair mussed, sweat and bath water glistening on his chest and his cock standing painfully at attention.
Walter was quite pleasantly surprised by Mulder's welcome, "Well, hello!" He stepped into Mulder's apartment, barely able to keep his hands to himself long enough to close the door behind him, "Nice to see you too, Fox."
Fox groaned pitifully and backed up as far as possible in the tiny entryway. Planting his hands on Walter's chest, his cock still throbbing lustily, "Walter? What the hell are you doing here?"
Assuming his touch was an invitation, Walter wrapped his arms around Mulder, pulling him close, "I came to see you, Fox. I was worried about you, and wanted to make sure you were all right." He kissed Mulder deeply, "I see you've been thinking about me, too."
Mulder swallowed audibly as Walter pulled him into an embrace. His arms automatically circling Walter's waist, Mulder gasped as his erecting brushed against the rough denim of Walter's jeans. Blushing, he stammered, "Well..yes. I have been thinking about you, Walter. I've been thinking about a lot of things, lately."
Bradley took this opportunity to announce his presence, "Fox? Who's this?" He stepped closer, placing a hand possessively on Mulder's ass, "Aren't you going to introduce us, baby?" He smiled indulgently at Skinner, "Fox is such a negligent host." Offering Walter his hand, "Bradley, and I guess you're Walter..is that right?"
Walter stared at Bradley, then hesitantly shook his hand. He turned to Mulder, hoping for an explanation, "Excuse me. I seem to have interrupted something important." A flush crept out from under his collar, climbing up his neck, "I guess I should leave now." Offering Mulder one last pointed glare, "Call me, Fox. If you're not too busy," Walter added, as he turned to leave.
Fox gasped, knowing if Walter left now, they would lose any hope of a reconciliation. "NO! Walter, don't." He gripped Walter's arm quickly, losing his hold on the towel, in the process of trying to sidestep Bradley's hand, which had begun to caress his bare ass. Mulder stamped his foot in frustration, "Jesus H. Christ! Will you get the fuck off me?"
Walter stared in confusion at Mulder, "Well, which is it Fox? Do you want me to stay, or get off you?" He bent and scooped up the towel, "Cover yourself, please. I'm having enough trouble following the conversation, without any added distractions."
Bradley delighted in the growing dissension, "Fox, why don't you go get dressed? I'll see Walter out, and then we can finish making our plans for the day." He glanced sharply at Skinner, "We were thinking about a movie and a late dinner."
Mulder blushed as he accepted the towel from Walter and wrapped it around his hips for the third time, deftly dodging Bradley's hand in the process. Things were spiraling out of control. "NO NO NO!" He glared daggers at Bradley. "We certainly were not thinking about a movie and a late dinner." His face flushed crimson as he realized the implications of his previous statement. Swinging back to face Walter, Fox stammered, "Nothing else, either. Honest!"
Walter's head began to swim, "Just hang on a minute." He looked squarely into Mulder's eyes, "If you weren't making plans with Bradley, why the hell is he here? And...why are you wearing nothing but a hard on and a towel?" He ringed his collar with a finger, "It's hot in here, Mulder. Your heating bill must be outrageous."
Slapping at Bradley's incessant gropings, Mulder struggled to keep his mind on what Walter was saying, while keeping the towel firmly in place. "I was in the fucking shower! I didn't invite him here. I've been trying to keep him off me, ever since!"
Bradley grinned wickedly at Skinner, "He's so modest. Isn't he?" He tried to remove the towel once again, "You're going to hurt my feelings, if you don't stop telling lies, Fox." Bradley arched an eyebrow in Mulder's direction, "Walter is going to get the wrong impression. I've never entered this apartment uninvited or unwelcome, baby. Even if you won't admit the truth to yourself."
Walter's face assumed a definite scowl, "Fox? Would you like a bit of help? I'd be glad to show Bradley out." He moved Mulder out of the way, and grasped Bradley firmly by the elbow, "I think it's time for you to go, Bradley." Opening the door, Walter ushered Bradley into the hallway, "If you're as smart as you pretend to be, you won't come back, either."
Bradley sputtered, "What the hell?" He tried to push past Walter, back into Mulder's apartment, "Fox? Tell him to leave us alone, baby. You'll regret it, if I do leave now."
Fox took a step back, holding the towel tightly around him as his erection continued to rage on. "No, I want you to leave now." Glaring at Bradley, Fox continued. "You lied to me. I won't be falling for that again anytime soon."
Walter wrapped an arm around Mulder's shoulders, "Leave Mulder alone, Bradley. Consider yourself warned." He closed the door swiftly and turned the deadbolt. He apologized quickly, "I'm sorry, Fox, for believing the worst..but you have to admit..you can see how I would have...well, it was easy to get the wrong impression." Giving up, he simply hugged Mulder tightly, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Fox felt a blush creep up his cheeks and checked the security of his towel again. "I think we need to have a talk, Walter. Do you mind if I get dressed first? I think I'd be more comfortable."
Walter stiffened, hurt and jealousy readily apparent in his eyes, "I guess it comes down to trust, Fox. Do you trust me as much as you trust Bradley? You seemed to have no problem *talking* to him, wearing nothing but a towel."
Fox glared angrily, all thoughts of the towel forgotten. "Yes, I trust you! I don't trust him at all. Not anymore. You don't own me anyway, Walter Skinner! I haven't seen you in two years!" Fox jabbed one finger in Walter's chest. "Two fucking years! It is none of your damned business what I do and who I do it with!"
Skinner's lips thinned and his brow furrowed in fury. Mulder was right, though. He had no right to expect things to be exactly as before. He took a seat on the sofa, as his anger slowly drained away, "You're right." Glancing sadly up at Mulder, "I'm sorry, Fox. I can't stand the thought of you with another man. I want..I need to fix things between us." He dropped his gaze to stare at his hands clenched between his knees, "I want things to be the way they were before I fucked them all up." He gently clasped Mulder's fingers, "Please, Fox? Give me a chance. I will do whatever it takes to get you back."
Fox's eyes remained cold with anger. "What about that little wife of yours? Brenda? Becky? What happened to her?"
Skinner dropped his hands back to his lap, sighing deeply, "Beth. She left me a long time ago, Fox." He cleared his throat, "I couldn't..we didn't.." He clenched his fists until they shook, "Every time I touched her, I thought of you. I couldn't love her, because I was still in love with you, Fox Mulder. I haven't had sex with Beth, or anyone else, since I left you."
Mulder's mouth gaped as he sank to the sofa beside Walter, "You loved me? Even though you were with her...your wife..Beth?"
At Skinner's dismal nod, Mulder's eyes filled with tears that spilled down his cheeks. Walter carefully caught one of the glistening drops on the tip of his finger and pressed it to his lips. Mulder grasped the back of Walter's head, pulling him close to kiss him tenderly.
The kiss started soft and sweet as they pressed their bodies tightly together, listening to each other's hearts beating. Their arms slipped around each other, grasping the backs of each other's heads, intensifying the kiss. Fox willingly opened his mouth, accepting Walter's tongue, his heart feeling as if it would burst at any moment.
Walter leaned back to stretch out on the sofa, pulling Fox along with him. Never breaking the kiss, Walter's hands slipped lower, to remove the towel yet again. Fox was hard in an instant. He could feel the beginnings of Walter's erection through the worn denim, as their hips ground against each other. Walter grasped Mulder's ass, pulling him closer, squeezing and kneading the firm buttocks.
Mulder slipped one hand up to caress Walter's head, thrilling at the silky touch of bare skin. He dropped tiny kisses along Walter's face, until he reached the earlobe, nipping gently.
Walter groaned, and slipped his fingers between Mulder's ass cheeks. He tapped and teased the tightly puckered anus with just the tip of his middle finger, "Please, Fox? It's been so long. I want to be inside of you. I want to love you, Mulder. Please?"
Mulder arched his back and groaned in reply, as Walter inched his finger inside his rectum. His hands flew to the buttons of Walter's jeans, to free him as quickly as possible. Shoving his tongue deeply into Walter's mouth, Mulder began to thrust against Walter's pelvis, as Walter slipped his finger deeper, pulling back only to plunge again.
Gripping Mulder's hair in his fist, Skinner pinned Mulder's face to his own. He increased the intensity of his probing fingers, to intensify the friction between their groins. Groaning and struggling, "Let me, Fox. Don't say no. Please?"
Mulder was ready to surrender, to give himself freely to Walter, body and soul. His hips continued to buck against Walter, aching for release. The battle between mind and body robbing him of all energy, "Oh..God..Walter.." He paused to speak between fierce kisses, his pelvis grinding harder, "I can't..we shouldn't...OH..Walter!" Mulder felt his climax building, and flung himself from the couch as hard as he could. He landed on top of his towel, on the floor. Panting loudly, he barely managed to lift one hip to pull the towel from beneath him and drape it across his lap.
Skinner stared at Mulder, still unable to form coherent thoughts. He groaned as his swollen shaft continued to throb. Moving carefully, he tried to ease the tension in his neck and shoulders. He reached out, "Come back, Mulder. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not Bradley, Fox. You're safe with me."
Scooting across the floor to stare directly into Walter's eyes, Mulder asked softly, "Tell me something first, Walter." Taking short panting breaths, Mulder forged ahead, "Scully said you cried, when she came to see you." Brushing the sweaty hair away from his forehead with a shaking hand, Mulder whispered, "Why? You didn't cry, when you talked with me."
Skinner felt his chest tighten, "Well.." He repositioned himself on the sofa, using any opportunity to break eye contact, even for a moment. "I thought if I didn't hang tough..you know, badass Marine..." He wiped the sweat from his face, and tried again, "Well, I didn't want you to think I was going for the sympathy ploy." He stared into Mulder's eyes, "What the hell am I saying? I thought if I came over and swept you off your feet, it would be easier than admitting my true feelings. I'm sorry, Fox. You deserve better."
Fox stared at a small fray in the carpet, "So you're telling me you were scared? Is that it, Walter?" He felt the familiar tingle in the back of his nose. He hitched his breath, trying not to cry, "Do you have any idea how scared I've been? For two fucking years?" Sliding back to rest against the chair farthest from the sofa, Fox repositioned his towel, "I need more time, Walter. I have to think. You have to give me time."
Walter felt his eyes fill and nearly brim over. He stood slowly and began to dress, turning his back to Mulder. "I understand, Fox. I won't crowd you." He stopped at the door, without turning around, "Will you call me when you're ready to talk?"
Tears streamed down Mulder's face. He made no attempt to wipe them away. He wanted nothing more than to call Walter back. It took every ounce of his self control, not to do just that. He stared at Walter's back framed in the doorway. "Meet me for lunch tomorrow."
Walter nodded, not trusting himself to speak yet. As he finally found the courage to open the door, "When and where?"
Fox wrapped his arms around his legs, hugging them tightly to his chest to keep from running after Walter. "Noon. O'Reilly's."
Skinner nodded once again, "I'll be there. Would it be all right to ask for our old table?"
Fox smiled. "I would like that."
Skinner turned for one last glance. Returning Mulder's smile, "I would too." Before he realized what he was doing, Skinner begged, "Let me stay tonight, Fox. I won't touch you again. I'll sleep on the couch, but I don't want to leave you tonight."
Mulder shook his head sadly and waved, "I'll see you tomorrow at noon. Be there early, to make sure you get our table, Walter. I'm counting on you."
*****
To be continued...