Gunslinger

by DiAnn



E-mail: scarlet679@hotmail.com

Rating: NC17 - SLASH

Category: Pure Trash /Discipline / m/m Slash/ AU

Warning: Mulder / Skinner Slash.

If you don't like this kind of thing, or you are underage, go somewhere else . . . Please! I don't want to hear from you and I don't want to hear from your Mama.

Spoiler: Some characters appear from past episodes.

Summary: An AU Slash-Fantasy - In a time of cowboys and magic, a gunslinger comes to town.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Mulder, Skinner or anyone else from the X-Files. I am borrowing them without permission and am obviously not receiving money for this stuff. We all know who they really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of other people but again, not me.



Fox Mulder watched, dismayed, as the chicken strutted to and fro, pecking frantically at imaginary tidbits in the dusty street. He let his teeth sink a little deeper into his full bottom lip.

"Uh, is that what you had in mind, sheriff?"

Mulder looked up at his deputy, then back down to his . . .uh, prisoner. Smiley Peters had come in off the ranch, had a few too many beers and tried to shoot up the town.

"Well yeah. You have to be hard on first time offenders, you know?"

"Well, I have to admit turning him into a chicken should discourage him from coming to Barstow to let off a little steam again." The deputy looked over at the Muddy Boot Saloon where several cowboys watched with wide-eyed curiosity. "How long you gonna' leave him like that?"

"Huh? Oh uh, only a day or two. I . . .I uh, gotta' go back to the office. And Danny, I don't want another incident like what happened with that drifter last week. You make sure nobody . . .uh, eats the prisoner for dinner this time."

"Will do, boss." Deputy Pendrill snatched up the squawking bird and headed over to Old Man Brewster's chicken coop.

Mulder closed the door of his office, then leaned his head against the solid wood, banging it gently. He should never have let the towns people talk him into taking the job of sheriff. True, he was the only wizard in these parts but he couldn't control his magic. It was only a matter of time before he killed somebody

He made his way over to the huge black book that had been handed down in his family for generations. A Wizard's Book of Magic and Spells. It was just too bad his father hadn't seen the need to teach his son how to use his inherited power. Everything with his old man had been such a damn big secret.

"Okay," Mulder flipped quickly through the book. "Turning a chicken back into a man. It's got to be in here somewhere."

The office door burst open revealing Deputy Pendrill bent over, grasping his knees, panting raggedly. "You gotta' come quick, sheriff, there's a gunslinger come to town."

Mulder let his head drop down onto his chest. A gunslinger. Shit! He needed to study his book before he went out there again. He wasn't a man to shirk his duties but that drunk and disorderly cowboy had been the third chicken this week. He wasn't ready to have to deal with a gunslinger at the moment.

"Oh and Bessie Mae said she wants you to get that tree out of her kitchen before it's time to cook dinner. She says you put it there, you get it out."

"She asked for my help."

"I'm just passing on her message, sheriff. Truth be told, I don't think a tree growing in the middle of her house was what she had in mind when she said she needed a supply of wood for the winter."

Mulder groaned as he buried his head in his hands. "Tell her I'll take care of it as soon as I can. Where's the gunslinger?"

"Over at the Muddy Boot Saloon having a beer. Oh, and Old Man Brewster said to tell you to be careful this time. He don't have room for no more chickens over at his place. He wondered if you changed the last word or two of that spell, maybe he could get a cow this time."

Mulder groaned louder as he once more buried his face in his hands.

"Better get going, sheriff. That gunslinger is a big devil, all dressed in black and real mean lookin'. He'll have the town in a uproar if you don't send him packin' and quick."

"Yeah right. Send him packing, or clucking whichever the case may be." Mulder mumbled as he reluctantly rose from his chair.



Sheriff Mulder stood in the dusty street looking at the swinging doors of the saloon. He tugged at the waist of his pants but as usual they just settled low on his slim hips again. He took a deep breath and blew it out between his full lips. No use delaying any longer.

The inside of the saloon was dim after the brightness of the afternoon sun but it didn't take long for Mulder to spot the gunslinger. He was probably the biggest man the sheriff had ever seen. He stood leaning against the bar, one foot propped arrogantly on the brass foot rail. He had a full glass of whiskey in front of him and his eyes trained on the sheriff.

Mulder swallowed hard under the intense scrutiny. The gunslinger's black eyes started at the tip of his boots and traveled slowly up his body until they rested on his face.

"Are you my welcome to town gift, little boy?"

Mulder almost choked, reaching up quickly to see if the badge he wore over his heart had fallen off or something.

"I'm the sheriff!"

The big man smiled as he turned to face Mulder, both elbows resting behind him on the bar as the heel of one boot hooked into the brass rail behind him.

"That so? You're a mighty pretty little thing to have that kind of dangerous profession."

Mulder felt himself blush as he heard a few snickers around him. His boyish good-looks had not proven to be a big asset in the performance of his job duties. Everyone in town teased him unmercifully about how young he looked, at least when they weren't running for their lives from one of his misbegotten magic spells.

Mulder hooked his thumbs in his belt, glaring at the gunslinger. "I'm tougher than I look so I suggest you pack up and keep moving. We don't need your kind in our town."

"Really," the man gave him another of those leering looks. "I think I'm exactly what you need, boy."

"Look, gunslinger . . ."

"Skinner."

"What?"

"Skinner. My name is Walter Skinner."

Mulder raised his right hand, one elegant finger pointed at the arrogant gunslinger. "This is your last chance to get out of town, Skinner. I suggest you mount up and ride."

"Yeah," someone piped up from the crowd. "Ride now or fly later. Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!"

Mulder rolled his eyes heavenward as he looked around for the heckler. "That's not very supportive, you know? I should just let this guy terrorize you for a while. See how you like that."

"At least with me they wouldn't have to worry about waking up to find a two-thousand pound pumpkin sitting in the middle of main street." The gunslinger took another sip of his beer as he laughingly looked over the rim at the beautiful young sheriff.

"That was a very specific instance of a small miscalculation on my part and anyway I took care of . . .Hey, how did you know about that?"

"Calm down, sweetheart. I'm not here to cause you or your town any trouble. I'm here to help you. And in helping you, I'll certainly be helping them."

Mulder's eyes narrowed as he once more raised his hand at the big dark-clad man. "We don't need your help. I said ride and I meant for you to do it now. You're not welcome here, Skinner."

"I'm staying, pretty boy."

"Then I suggest we move this out on the street, gunslinger."

Skinner calmly finished off his last ounce of beer and moved to follow the young sheriff out of the saloon, his eyes never leaving the man's denim covered butt. He was going to enjoy this town.

Upon reaching the street, the two men turned immediately to face each other and started backing away, their hands staying in clear view. Several women screamed, grabbing their children as they sought safety inside the buildings that lined main street.

"Still time to change your mind, pretty boy. We can still do this the easy way."

Mulder watched as the gunslinger's slowly moved one hand to rest on the butt of the six-shooter that rested on his hip.

"You know that gun is of no use against a wizard, Skinner."

"I know."

"This is my town."

"I know."

Skinner smiled as the young sheriff slowly licked that luscious bottom lip.

"I don't want you here."

"I know, sweetheart. But I'm staying just the same."

"We'll just see about that, gunslinger." Mulder raised his hand as a stream of clear, blue fire shot from his fingertips. Before he even knew what had happened he felt himself wrapped in a fiery, pulsing, sapphire cocoon, his knees buckling under him.

The witnesses swore that they never saw the gunslinger move, but before the sheriff could fall to the ground the big man was at his side swinging him up into his muscular arms.

Skinner looked down at the sleeping face of the man he held in his arms. He saw a few of the towns people take a tentative step forward. He turned to them, their unconscious sheriff draped possessively in his arms.

"You don't need to be concerned for him. I'm the Grand High Wizard of the North. I've heard rumors of a powerful young wizard living here who didn't know how to control his magic. I also heard, and quite correctly, that he was as beautiful as he was talented. I've come to claim him and to train him as well. Do you stand behind me in this or do you need further proof of my honorable intentions or my magical abilities?"

The towns people just stared at him, round-eyed with wonder. Finally one of the more bold found their tongue. "But . . .but why do you carry a gun, wizard?"

Skinner bounced the slender body in his arms a couple of times, smiling broadly. "It throws the young ones off. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do."



Mulder awoke with a pounding head and cold feet. Why the hell was he naked? He tried to reach down for his blanket only to find that his hands were secured to the headboard. His eyes popped open, slamming shut again as they were assailed by the overly bright lamplight in the room.

"What the . . ."

"So you're back with me. That's good, we have a lot to do before morning."

Mulder turned his head to see the gunslinger, Walter Skinner, sitting by the fireplace, polishing his gun.

"Did you shoot me?"

"Of course not, sweetheart, I used a containment spell on you. Perfectly harmless, I assure you. I'll teach it to you when you're ready."

"You're . . .you're a wizard?"

"Yes, I am. I'll teach you how to recognize one of your own kind as well but first we have to establish a few rules if we're going to be living together."

"LIVING TOGETHER? I don't want to live with you. I have my own room over the mercantile. I'll just be going now." Mulder raised his eyes to the brass bracelets that held his wrists to the bed posts as he whispered the words of release. Nothing happened. He jerked on the cuffs, this time saying the words out loud.

"Your spells won't work here, little boy."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a stronger, older wizard and you can't countermand my magic. Someday you might. You're very talented, you know? Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm not hungry." Mulder snarled. "I want you to let me go and I want some clothes. I'm going home. And you better be out of my town by sunrise."

"Sorry, not gonna' happen, sweetheart. Now why don't you just quiet down and eat your dinner. I'd hate to have to invoke rule number two before we even have a chance to get to know each other a little better."

Mulder eyed the big, dark man warily. "What's rule number two?"

"Are you always this impatient and disorganized, Fox? No wonder you use your power so haphazardly. Very dangerous indeed. Let's start with rule number one, shall we? It's really a simple one. I'm in charge. You will obey my every order immediately and without question. Starting first thing tomorrow morning we'll go around town cleaning up all your messes. Then I'll help you maintain order in town while I teach you to be a proper wizard."

"What if I don't want your help?"

"Then I invoke rule number two. Punishment. Meaning, I'll turn you over my knee and spank your cute little butt at the slightest provocation."

"Wh . . .what? You wouldn't dare!"

"Whatever makes you think that? Of course I'll punish you. Don't doubt it, sweetheart."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"I know."

"Are there any other rules?"

"Oh my, yes. But the one you need to be most concerned about tonight is number three."

Mulder just stared at him, refusing to ask.

"I won't tell you unless you ask me nicely. You don't want it to be a complete surprise do you?"

Mulder closed his eyes as his teeth ground together. "Oh all right, what's rule number three."

"Rewards."

"You're going to reward me?"

"I certainly hope you'll feel that way about it but the Reward Rule is mainly for me. You're going to warm my bed. Tonight and every night after that. In fact, I'll take you when I want, where I want and how I want."

"You're going to force me have sex with you?"

"Force is such an ugly word. I prefer to think that you are going to *Reward* me for my time and attention."

"I won't do it!"

"Yes you will and frankly, I think you'll even enjoy it. Now I'm going to free your hands so you can eat dinner." The cuffs fell away and Mulder immediately made a run for freedom. He got exactly two feet from the bed before he was lifted from the floor and deposited on a chair at the table. The gunslinger just sat smiling, continuing to polish his Colt 45.

"I can see that you're going to have to enjoy a hot bottom or two before you learn to obey me. It's such a shame. I can think of so many more pleasant things to do with such a lovely ass but you'll learn in time I suppose. We'll save your punishment for before bed tonight. I know this is all new to you. But don't expect such consideration in the future. Punishment will be dealt out as it's earned, Fox, no matter how many of your towns people may be watching."

Mulder glared at the other wizard until he realized that it had absolutely no effect on the man. He lowered his eyes to his plate, unaware that Skinner had seen the slight tremble in his bottom lip.

"Now are you going to eat or do you want me to feed you?"

"I want some clothes."

"No. I like you like that. You're very beautiful. In fact, if you continue to argue with me about dinner, I'll keep you naked tomorrow as we make our rounds."

Mulder's head snapped up but he saw nothing but steadfast determination in the dark brown eyes that locked with his. He picked up his fork and began to eat.

Mulder watched Skinner out of the corner of his eye as he forced the food past his reluctant lips. He had no idea how to get himself out of this mess. When he had finally finished, his plate vanished before his eyes. He looked up to see the wizard gunslinger smiling at him fondly.

"All right, sweetheart, come over here and get across my knee. I'm going to give you a spanking for that escape attempt. Nothing too harsh to start with. Just a little something so you know what you can expect if you disobey me again."

Mulder looked at him with wide, frightened eyes, "I don't want to . . ."

"I know."

Mulder felt a force wrap around him, lifting him from the chair and gently pulling him toward the other man.

"Please, you can't do this to me."

"That's just the point, Fox. I can do this to you. And I will, whenever it's warranted. That's right, sweetheart, right across my knee. Push your bottom up higher for me. Very good."

Mulder felt a tear run down his cheek as he struggled with his fear and humiliation. The last thing he had ever expected was to be lying naked over another man's knees, thrusting him bottom up toward the hand that intended to spank him. He wished the floor would just open and swallow him.

Skinner rubbed an admiring hand over the smooth white skin. He leaned down and planted a hot, wet kiss on one proffered mound causing it's owner is gasp in shock.

Skinner chuckled. Better get used to that, sweetheart. I can hardly keep my hands off this beautiful backside of yours. So saying, he raised his right hand and brought it down hard on one waiting buttock.

Mulder almost jumped out of his skin as he yelped loudly. He immediately bit down on his lower lip, determined to take the rest of the punishment in silence.

The hand descended again on the other side, leaving another smarting red hand print in its wake. Mulder flinched but refused to voice his distress. He felt a heavy hand on the small of his back holding him firmly in place as yet another sound smack landed on his defenseless butt.

The big hand peppered his backside with stinging slaps. Not only did the punishment hurt horribly but after each flinch Mulder felt himself unwillingly push his bottom back up into position for the next. It was all just too humiliating.

A big hand moved to the back of his thigh, then another one to the other thigh pulling his legs apart, opening his bottom fully for his spanking. A third hand began to slowly caress the back of his dark head, long blunt fingers running through his hair.

Third hand?

Mulder tried to turn to look over his shoulder but the hand on his head kept his eyes on the wooden floor below. Now there were hands all over his body, stroking, soothing, fondling. Gently but firmly holding him in place for his punishment.

And of course there was the big hand slapping his bottom to a glowing red. That hand was relentless. Never hesitating, never varying the strength of it's slaps. Just coming down again and again and again on the soft skin seeking its attention.

Mulder began to whimper, his feet kicking out behind him. It was all just too much for his tightly stretched nerves. The loving caresses on his body countered by the stinging slaps to his backside. He felt tears begin to course down his cheeks as his bottom burned out of control. A sob tore loose from his throat as he shuddered with humiliation.

He was immediately lifted up and over to sit on his chastiser's lap. The multitude of hands had vanished to be replaced with the usual two. These two were wrapped firmly around his shivering body while a pair of hot, wet lips explored his throat and ears.

"Don't cry, my sweet. You have to learn."

"Why . . .why are you doing this?"

A big hand started gently rubbing his bare back. "Because someone has to do it. A wizard of your power can't be allowed to just run amuck as you've been doing. It was only a matter of time before an instructor was sent to reel you in. I've had my eye on you for some months now. You're very entertaining in your desire to do the right thing without the proper training you need to carry it through."

Mulder head lifted from the big man's shoulder, his eyes narrowing. "You've been watching me?"

"Of course. Then I found out I wasn't the only one. The Grand Wizards of the South and the East both began to show an interest in you. I had to act quickly. So, here I am. And here I stay, sweetheart."

Mulder yelped as the Grand Wizard of the North stood, still holding his new apprentice in his arms. "Now its time to teach you some other more pleasant lessons."

"No! I like women!"

"You have a bond mate?"

"Well, uh yes, I . . ."

"I hardly think the girls down at the Muddy Boot count, Fox."

"Diana seems to like me well enough."

"Of course she does. You're beautiful, interesting, and above all you have the coin to pay for your pleasure. She doesn't count."

"Sheriff White over at Union Gap is . . ."

"Delusional. Keep going, sweetheart."

"Bambi . . ."

"That girl eats bugs for breakfast, sweetheart."

"Well yeah, but she looks good doing it."

"Doesn't count. Anyone else?"

"I met this girl named Kristen once who . . ."

"Yes, I know. Did that bite on your neck ever heal?"

"Yeah, left a scar though."

Skinner turned Mulder's head a little to the left as he studied the old wound. "So it did. I'll take care of that in the morning. Are you quite finished with your list of failed relationship yet?"

"Failed or not, they were still all woman. I repeat, I only like to sleep with women." Mulder crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at the wizard stubbornly.

"That's impossible, Fox. All wizards are bi-sexual. Surely you must be aware of this?"

"I refuse to believe it!"

"Is that so?" Skinner moved with the grace and speed of a big cat who had just spotted an easy meal. He enveloped the younger man in his massive arms, his lips traveling over throat and collarbone before Mulder had a chance to protest. Then the Grand Wizard's lips settled over his and Mulder lost all desire to object.

When he was finally released, the sheriff gasped in a much needed breath, swaying on his feet, only to be plucked from the floor once more and deposited in the big bed.

He had time to neither argue or examine his own reactions as skillful hands, lips and tongue set his body on fire. The wizard was everywhere at once.

The gentle, firm stroking of his cock should have sent him over the edge immediately. After all it had been several months since he had gone to visit Diana's bed down at the Muddy Boot, although she had made it more than clear that she desired his company . . .or maybe it was more his gold, still she wanted him. But there was something keeping him from reaching his fulfillment. Some strange but unavoidable pressure that kept him hard and aching as the Grand Wizard plundered the rest of his body.

"You are so beautiful, sweetheart. So perfect. So mine."

The Wizard once again devoured Mulder's mouth while his hands pinched his throbbing nipples, and stroked his eager cock, and ran long fingers through his hair, and fondled the inside of his thighs. No wonder the gunslinger was so sure of his sexual prowess. He held a few extra cards in his hand or more accurately a few extra hands in his . . .

And then one long, blunt finger found the most intimate portal to the sheriff's body and began to probe gently. Mulder tensed and shivered only to forget his disquiet as an eager tongue found the back of his throat and began to explore that new territory.

The sheriff found himself lost in a bright, blue haze of pleasure and sensory overload. He was vaguely aware of big, slick fingers invading his body but it didn't seem all that important. He also knew when the fingers were replaced by something bigger and hotter but again it was nothing compared to the sparkling little jolts that traversed his entire body. Tingling and sparkling and jumping from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. And then the dancing lights behind his eyes exploded into a blinding cacophony and took him with them as they faded into nothingness.

He came back to himself to find that he was being smothered under the weight of a very satisfied and very happy Grand Wizard.



The sheriff took a deep breath and swallowed hard as he stood in the doorway of the little cabin. The morning sun had just risen, bright and warm over the tree line and the world seemed renewed.

Mulder was worried about facing the towns people. He had a responsibility to protect them and instead, when the first real threat had presented itself, had needed protection himself. Or so he had thought. If he allowed himself to be completely honest he would have had to admit that this new arrangement with the Grand Wizard of the North was really quite enjoyable in its own special way.

"Nervous, sweetheart?"

"I let them down."

"You did the best you could do. They know that and so do you if you just allow yourself a little of the same compassion you show them."

Mulder snorted, "Compassion? I've turned half of them into barnyard animals and the other half . . .well, you'll see. I'm the worst wizard sheriff any town could ever ask for."

"No, I've seen worse."

"You have?" Mulder looked up, his eyes full of hope.

Skinner pulled the melancholy sheriff into his arms and kissed him soundly, "Yes, sweetheart, much worse. At least everything you've done has been with a good heart. It's not your fault that your father chose not to train you as he should have done."

"He hated me."

"Your father had reason for his bitterness, though I for one can't forgive him his mistakes or his cruelty. Perhaps someday, after I have you fully trained, I'll tell you about a tragedy that happened long before you were born. Now lets go get that tree out of Bessie Mae's kitchen before she decides to turn you over her knee herself."

"I doubt that! No one even thought about spanking me before you came along," Mulder pouted.

"You'd be surprised, sweetheart." Skinner chuckled as he led the way toward town.

Bessie Mae had been a little disconcerted to see the big wizard step into her yard but as she watched him patiently instruct the sheriff on conjuring firewood instead of living trees, she relaxed. Fox was such a sweet boy, she wanted him to learn to control his gift. For all their sakes.

Farmer Atkinson was equally appreciative when the giant dung heap was removed from his south field to be replaced by the rich, fertile soil he had requested. As was Jacob Edwards when his well turned back to water instead of honey. He had long ago decided the water had been 'sweet' enough before he had requested the sheriff's assistance.

The chickens were another story. It quickly became obvious that spending a few weeks as a common foul could bring on some nasty resentment. As several of the rejuvenated roosters took a threatening step toward the sheriff, Fox found himself pushed safely behind the Grand Wizard, the released men scattering like a flock of frightened guinea hens under the big man's ominous glare.

"Ingrates!" The wizard hissed as he grabbed his charge by the arm and headed for the next scene of wizardly misfortune.



Mulder flopped down on the grassy bank, the water from his late afternoon swim still glistening on his skin. He and the Grand Wizard had spent most of the day undoing what the sheriff had inadvertently done. The sheriff breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best he had felt for months.

"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart? I know I am."

Mulder's eyes snapped around to see the wizard sitting a few feet away, a wide smile on his face. "I need to put a bell on you."

"Won't happen, little boy. Then I couldn't catch you like this. Naked and unaware of my appreciative perusal of your beautiful body."

"Humph!"

"Are you still angry about that puppy?"

"Jimmy Hays wanted that puppy so badly. I don't see why he couldn't keep it."

"You can't go around turning common barn rats into cuddly puppies, Fox. It just isn't done."

"That isn't a lesson I want to go into today, sweet boy. And besides Farmer Adams was more than happy to give the boy one of his puppies after we reduced the size of his apple trees for him."

"He said he wanted more trees," the sheriff said as his lip protruded in a truly memorable pout.

The wizard smiled fondly, "So he did. It's time to go inside now, Fox, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Mulder groaned miserably, "What now? You've undone all my mistakes."

"Yes, and tomorrow I begin the training of a wizard who is destined to change the world."

The End