Author: Louise Wu (toes@att.net)
Pairing: Skinner/Mr. X (may appeal to Mulder/Skinner fans)
Rating: NC-17 for male/male sex
Spoilers: End Game (Season 2)
Summary: Skinner and Mr. X in the elevator in Mulder's apartment building.
Warning: This unique interpretation of Skinner's character may
intrigue or irritate you.
Beta Thanks: Loren Q, Anika, Ness, Alex, Joy
Disclaimer: Skinner, Scully, Mulder and Mr. X belong to Chris
Carter and 1013 Productions. Much of the dialogue is taken from the episode
written by Frank Spotnitz. No infringement of rights is intended.



Assistant Director Walter Skinner's Office
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.


"Sir?" Scully's voice. "I'm sorry to come unannounced, sir, but your
assistant wasn't at her desk."

"What is it, Scully?"

"May we speak off the record, sir?"

Fuck. Not again. "About?"

"Agent Mulder."

Of course. I close the door, lamenting my certain knowledge that
this does *not* ensure our privacy.

"He's gone."

"Where?"

"I don't know. I was hoping that you could tell me or help me to
find out."

"When I spoke to Agent Mulder the day before yesterday, he said he
was going to take some time off after what he'd been through."

"He told me the same thing, but I don't think this matter with his
sister is settled." I can hear near panic in her shaky breathing. Mulder
must be in serious trouble. "Sir, is there any way that you can reach him
through unofficial channels?"

Dammit. The conversations those two try to launch in my probably
bugged office! I have to brush her off. "I can't help you, Scully."

"Please?" Dana Scully is not the sort of woman who begs. Her tone is
so sharp that it's difficult to blow her off.

"Agent Scully, you and I both have a greater responsibility to
consider and that is to the F.B.I. Agent Mulder's actions in this case are in
violation of his duties, his oath of trust and Bureau protocol. He's risked my
position, your life..."

"Agent Mulder has saved my life!"

"If he wanted or expected you to do the same, he would have told you
where he was going." I return to my desk. In case she didn't grasp that
the meeting was over, I offer a terse, "Please close the door on your
way out, Agent Scully."

My jaw is clenched. My head starts to throb even before I hear her
shut the door. I slam my pen onto the desk. Dammit, Mulder! What have
you gotten into now?

The man is infuriating. After each aggravating Mulder situation Itell
myself that I will endure no more. But like a brilliant artist, he
continues to be worth the frustration. My respect for him always wins out.
If I'm honest with myself, it's more than that. I genuinely like the
neurotic little bastard.


Mulder's Apartment Building
Alexandria, Virginia


I need to talk to Scully and I know that I'll find her here.

There is an 'x' taped on Mulder's window, with a light shining
behind it. Scully has attempted contact with Mulder's informant, an
action that is dangerous for her, as well as for the man Mulder calls
Mr. X.

In the building lobby, I push the call button. The panel overhead
tells me the elevator is paused on the fourth floor. Then the numbers begin
to drop as the elevator groans its descent. I anticipate Scully, but the door
opens revealing a handsome and well-dressed black man.

The tension in his eyes and shoulders give him away. Mulder's
informant.

"Excuse me," he says in a scratchy voice.

I'm blocking his path intentionally. "Did you tell her what she
needed to know?"

Mr. X's eyes narrow with suspicion. I see his hand shift to reach
for a gun.

I grab him by his trench coat and slam him against the back wall of
the elevator. X is a big man; the elevator paneling nearly collapses
under his weight. "How hard do you want to make this?"

"No harder than it has to be." His cool retort tells me that he's a
confident man. I'm close enough to sense his physical power. Simple
intimidation won't produce the results I'm seeking.

As if to prove my point, Mr. X gives me an excruciating head butt.
I'm seeing stars and a fist coming at me. A burst of pain in my jaw and
I'm thrown backwards. He reaches for his gun, so I launch myself at him,
shoving him into the wall. I connect solidly to his gut. Blood rushes in my
veins with the pure pleasure of pounding another man's flesh. My own head
butt leaves him reeling and I throw him to the floor. Before I can get a good
grip on his lapels, his handgun is in my face.

Coffee-colored eyes burn into mine. "I've killed men for far less."

I'll bet you have, you son of a bitch. "You pull that trigger, you'll be
killing two men. Now I want to know where Mulder is."

"You're in no position to negotiate, Mr. Skinner." He stretches and
rises, carefully keeping the weapon pointed at me. "I have the information you
want and the gun."

I examine the man. He might be a few years younger than I am. His
face shows intelligence, but it's a harsh face. If he kills me, he won't lose
sleep over it tonight.

"So what'll it take to get you to tell me?"

I watch him suppress an odd little half smile. Those dark eyes glide
down my body and back up again. Mulder's life is at risk and the fucker
wants to get laid. That's low, but I can play.

I return the glance, eying his muscular body with appreciation. My
cock, usually half-hard during a good fight, gives a twitch in response. I
have just offered to whore myself for Agent Mulder.
X's eyebrow quirks.

"What'll it take?" I repeat.

"If I'm going to risk my life again, I want something in return."

"Name it."

"Your ass, Mr. Skinner."

It's shocking to hear it out loud. My eyes widen before I can regain
control of my face.

For me, sex with men is rough and brief. Rutting. I take what I want
and don't bother with the niceties. The handsome and violent Mr. X promises
to deliver just what I like, except, this time, I'll be on the bottom.
No reason I can't enjoy that, too.

I tell myself that Mulder's going to owe me big time... but my dick
is ready and willing. A curt nod is my assent.

Mr. X pushes the close door and emergency stop buttons. "Drop your
pants, Mr. Skinner," he commands in a low voice.

Unaccustomed to taking orders of that kind, I hesitate despite my
body's desire. I find myself fixating on X's mouth, framed by his neatly
trimmed beard.

His lips move. "Well?"

Shrugging off my overcoat and suit coat, I reach for my trousers,
which I open with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Without lube this
is going to hurt.

The weight of the belt buckle drags my pants to my ankles. I pull
down my briefs, exposing my butt to the cool air blowing from the vent
overhead. Bracing myself on one forearm against the elevator wall, I keep my
right hand free for my own cock.

As I part my thighs I wonder if I've done it as provocatively as
other men have offered themselves to me. I struggle not to feel the submission
inevitable in the act. I am a human animal who will enjoy this act. And I am not
ashamed.

My body's tension settles in my shoulders. A trickle of blood slides
down my face as I offer my ass to this dangerous stranger.

At the sound of a zipper, I prepare myself for painful penetration,
but X surprises me. A warm hand slides under my shirttails finding my ass,
kneading it briefly. Two black fingers appear before my face. I give
them a cursory licking. He tastes clean with a hint of sweat. His hand
withdrawn, X slides one thick finger inside me, followed quickly by another, opening
me up impatiently.

I struggle to make my ass relax around the probing digits. I don't
do this often enough to be practiced at it. I'm tempted to twist my neck to
check out his equipment, but remind myself that I might be more relaxed if I don't.

The fingers are suddenly withdrawn. I hear him spit and then his
moist cock head finds my anus. He grips my hips with his hands, holding tight
enough to bruise. I hear a hitch in his breath as he pushes his dick inside me.
The initial burn is quite painful, but the glide of his thick cock as it fills me is raw
pleasure.

I wrap my fingers around my erection and begin to stroke. Rarely the
bottom myself, I've forgotten how fucking good it can feel to have a hard
cock sliding across my prostate. There is a little pain, but I can't
bring myself to care.

His balls slap mine and then he pulls back with a grunt and begins
to thrust into me. As I anticipated, he gives it to me hard, not overly
concerned about my comfort. That's just how I want it. I jerk myself off with the
same rough treatment. Both my cock and my ass are throbbing with appreciation.

His chin comes to rest on my shoulder. I enjoy the harsh sounds of
his breathing as they record his loss of control.

Sweat stings my bloody face. The cock inside me feels smoother with
each thrust. The pain of penetration is subsumed by the pure pleasure of
being impaled on that hot, demanding dick.

"Enjoying yourself, Skinner?" he rasps arrogantly into my ear.

"Fuck, yes," I reply as I struggle to delay my own climax.

His thrusts begin to get clumsy. One of his arms slides up my chest
and presses our bodies tightly together. A groan begins deep in his
torso and rises to a painful volume. X's hips jerk as he shoots his release
into me. With a final growl of satisfaction, his heavy body slumps into mine and
he falls silent.

I pump my cock furiously. My own orgasm explodes just as his
softening cock slides out of me. The quaking of my shoulders shakes off the body
on top of me. My semen stains the elevator wall. Crouched on the wall, I allow myself
a moment to recover my breath.

I pull on my underwear and pants. Fastening the belt, I retrieve my
coats from the floor and turn to face him.

Fully dressed, X stands across from me, offering me a smug glare.

I glare right back at the man, waiting for the answers I've just
sold myself to obtain.

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