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