Under Orders 6: A Night at the Opera
by
Batela
Title:
Under Orders 6: A Night At the Opera
Scully was working at her computer when she heard the door open. Looking up, she saw Mulder enter with a sheepish look on his face. That didn't bode well. Skinner entered after him, walking stiffly and wincing slightly. Scully stood up.
"What did you do?" she accused Mulder. He raised his hands in innocence, protesting,
"I didn't do anything! Honest!"
Scully rushed over to Skinner and put a hand to his face. No fever. She dragged his shirt off and looked at him.
"I don't see a problem. Where are you hurt?" she walked around him. Skinner flushed.
"Lower." he said. Scully glared at Mulder.
"Really!" he swore. Scully waved a finger imperiously. Skinner looked away in embarrassment as he lowered his pants to the floor. Scully walked around him again. Nothing, he was as perfect as always.
"I still don't see anything wrong."
Wordlessly, Mulder bent Skinner over the back of Scully's couch. She looked and gasped. Skinner hid his face in humiliation.
"What happened?" she knelt down to examine the long scratches on the inside of his left thigh, lower butt cheek and the back of his testicles.
"Well?" she demanded of them. Mulder shifted his feet, fidgeting.
"It was Marcel." he explained. She gave him a warning look.
"I'm cat sitting for a neighbor. We were, uh, that is, Walter was behind me and Marcel saw danglies. What cat can resist danglies?" Mulder made a pawing motion.
"He wanted to play." Mulder waited for the shit to hit the fan.
Scully stared at him in disbelief and then burst into howls of laughter. Skinner straightened up and looked at her. Scully wiped the tears from her face and hugged him.
"Are you alright? Poor baby." Trying to control herself, she pressed kisses on his face. She hugged him again, putting his head on her shoulder with one hand and rubbing his butt with the other. In short order, he was pressing her back against the couch with his tongue down her throat. Mulder chuckled and went into the kitchen for a drink, sitting down at the table.
Scully reluctantly broke away.
"Walter, wait wait, not now. Listen. Are you listening to me?" she grabbed his ears to get his attention.
"Ow, Dana, please, I want you." He tried for her again.
"Uh uh, I want you to go get into a hot bath and soak those scratches before they get infected. We have a date tonight, remember? I want you in perfect working order."
Skinner sighed and stepped back. He kicked off his sneakers and shucked his pants off the rest of the way. Scully captured the tip of his cock in her hand, halting him. She gave him a squeeze.
"When you're done in the bath, put your ring on." she ordered him.
"The ring? But we're going to the Opera." he protested. Scully rubbed the head and jerked the thickening shaft slowly. He closed his eyes.
"The ring, Walter. And Walter? Don't play with this, you may wash it, but don't you dare play with it. Whose cock is this?" she gave the tip a small pinch and he bit his lip.
"Yours, Dana."
"Who do you belong to?"
"You, Dana."
She bent down and gave the tip a kiss.
"Mine. I love you."
"I love you, too." He accepted her kiss and fanny swat as she sent him on his way to the bathroom. She cuffed Mulder on the side of the head.
"No more cats."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Later that evening
JFK Opera hall
Skinner protested as they left the apartment. He was positive that everyone would notice the bulge in his pants as the ring forced his penis to hang proudly.
"Let them notice, Walter," Scully said, "they'll all be envious. The women will be envious of me and the men will be envious of you. Besides, if that's the only place they can think of looking, I really have to wonder about the so-called high society."
Skinner had bought a private box seat at the theatre for his wife Sharon when he thought they were going to make up. She died before she ever saw it. When Scully found out about the box, her eyes lit up. Skinner immediately dug out his current schedule calendar to find out what was playing. Mulder snorted with derision until Scully whispered a plan in his ear. Mulder was a bright man, he immediately saw the potential.
Unbeknownst to Walter, Mulder set out the do not disturb sign as they made themselves comfortable. Skinner and Scully set about feeding each other fruit and champagne while Mulder tried to ignore the romantic mush. What he really wanted was a beer. Real men don't drink champagne, he told himself. Of course he didn't dare say that to Walter. The man still outweighed him by a few thousand pounds of muscle.
About midway through the first act, Scully leaned over to Walter. He looked at her in shock.
"What here? Now?!" he whispered with wide eyes. Scully pointed down. He looked around. Their box was fairly high, the front wall would hide them. He knelt down in front of her. Scully lifted her legs over the sides of the chair. Skinner couldn't believe it. She had on stockings and a garter belt with no panties. His mouth became dry. He leaned forward to drink.
He gently spread her labia and licked at her clit as she caressed the top of his head. He was too busy to notice Mulder kneel down in back of him until he felt the hands on his belt. He raised his head to look back and Mulder silently pushed his head back down between Scully's thighs. Skinner willingly lapped at her, licking and sucking her from clit to ass and back again, pausing now and then to dip his tongue into her vagina and up to suck on her clit. He knew exactly how she liked to be eaten and he gave it his all.
Mulder unzipped Skinner's pants and lowered them down to the floor at Skinner's knees. Mulder took a small packet of lube out of his pocket and spread some on his finger. He reached under and found Walter's tight hole. The man shivered slightly and spread his knees as far as he could. Scully warned him with a shush not to make a sound. Mulder slowly inserted a finger into the tight space. He put his other hand up under Walter's shirt, rubbing his sensitive back as he moved his finger in and out. Skinner gave a low moan, the vibration translated onto Scully's clit and she clutched his head, keeping her mouth tightly shut. It wouldn't be nice to drown out the soprano.
Another finger entered his ass and gave a wicked twist. Skinner jumped and released Scully for a moment so that he could take a breath. Mulder kissed his lower back, running the tip of his tongue across Walter's clean salty skin. He knew that drove Walter nuts. The man's pants threatened to tear as he tried to move his legs further apart. Scully brought his head back down to her and he pulled her a little further down the seat for a better angle as he delved back into her pussy.
Mulder took a condom out of his pocket and put in on. He spread lube on himself and took his fingers out to replace them with his cock. He slowly pushed his way into the tight hole and Skinner gave a low sob, pushing back for more. Skinner put a couple of fingers inside Scully's vagina, moving them in and out at the same pace he was being taken by Mulder.
A hand reached under him and up his shirt to pull at his nipples. Skinner was sure he was going to scream down the theatre as Mulder's cock brushed against his prostate. He gave a hard suck on Scully's clit and she pushed herself up against him. He could feel her muscles quivering around his fingers and knew she was holding back, waiting for him.
Mulder's hand went lower and took the ring off of him, quickly replacing it with a condom.
"Don't you dare come yet." a whispered warning said in his ear. Mulder slowly pulled out almost all the way and slowly pushed back in. Skinner loved that feeling; that feeling of Mulder's cock stretching him. His cock felt as though it went on forever as it slowly glided in and out. Skinner loved being taken like that, he could go on all night long with just that cock slowly loving him. He could feel Mulder tensing up and knew he was going to come shortly so he stepped up his own ministrations on Scully to let her know it was ok for her to come.
Mulder reached under and took Skinner's cock in his hand, jerking it firmly. Scully covered her mouth with both hands as she muffled a screech, hitting a high note just as the soprano did, drenching Walter's hand with her juices.
"Come now." said a whisper. Mulder flicked his wrist and Skinner came, filling the condom, muffling his own voice against Scully. His clenching muscles squeezed Mulder's cock, giving the man that extra push over the edge. Mulder hissed a sharp breath as he came in Skinner's ass.
They steadied themselves, wiping off with toweletts that Scully had brought and arranged their clothing. Skinner looked over at them; he couldn't believe he just had sex in a public place. With two lovers. At the same time. Male and female. He must be crazy.
They remained until the intermission and left with the crowds.
"Everything going well?" the doorman asked them.
"Wonderful." Skinner replied as they left the building. The night was still young.
The End.
(the cat thing actually happened to someone I know. -Batela. J )