Subject:	Tonight, Tonight NC-17  M/Sk/Sc  1/1
From:	"vidicon" <vidicon@ricochet.net>
Date:	Mon, 29 May 2000 12:13:22 -0700

Tonight, Tonight

Twisted Sister



The characters are the property of Chris Carter. I just 
scheduled a play date for them and will return them once I wash 
off any incriminating fingerprints on them.

Category: M/Sc/Sk romance NC-17

This probably can be categorized as 5th season or 6th season AU 
as Skinner is still Mulder's and Scully's boss.

Feedback: Yes please at vidicon@ricochet.net

OK to archive for gossamar

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Prologue

"Mulder, where are you? You were supposed be here a half-hour 
ago."

"Right now, I'm parked in Crystal City. Didn't you notice how 
preoccupied he's been recently?"

"Of course, but it's none of our business. He'd be furious if he 
knew we were talking about him, let alone that you were 
following him."

"I just want to make sure he's Ok. If I don't see anything in 
the next 20 min- Aw shit."

"What is it? Is someone after him?"

"No, he's alone, but not for long from the looks of him."

"What do you mean?"

"He looks . good. He's definitely on the lookout-- I can tell."

"He could be meeting friends for dinner."

"Trust me on this. He's on the prowl. He's probably been 
thinking about this all week. I'm going to follow him."

"And do what? It's unlikely that the Consortium will send 
another prostitute after him. He does deserve some chance of 
happiness."

"Without us?"

<deep indrawn breath> "What did you have in mind?"

"That we present him with another possibility."

"Are you suggesting the three of us ."

"Why not? Early Christianity condoned group marriages."

"Mulder, even if I agree, how do you know he would be willing? 
After all, he was married to the same woman for 17 years. That 
does not suggest a swinging lifestyle."

"Why, you think he's only capable of the missionary position 
with the lights out? I know there's a lot more to him than 
that."

"It sounds like you've been profiling him."

"Yeah, well for once I wanted to use my so-called talents for my 
own benefit. This may be our only chance. Are you in or not?"

<sigh> "I'm in. What's the plan?"

"I follow him to whatever waterhole he's planning to visit. I'll 
let you know where it is. Then I'll try to find a nearby hotel 
while you go bring him out on some pretext. He'll be more likely 
to go with you. Ok?"

"It's crazy but I'll do it. Give me a couple of minutes. I want 
to stop at the drugstore for some of the necessities."

"Necessities?"

"I haven't led a completely sheltered life."

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Walter Skinner hoped he didn't look as ridiculous as he felt. He 
thought the blue tee shirt and jeans with the leather jacket was 
a compromise between looking fashionable -- available, his 
subconscious chided him, and looking like an old fool trying to 
look young, but it wasn't something he was used to wearing.

He wasn't sure what decided him on this course of action. 
Perhaps it was the awareness that some of the newer agents 
wouldn't have even been born for several years after he had 
nearly died in Viet Nam. Perhaps it was the knowledge that the 
closest thing to physical contact with others he had was while 
riding in a crowded elevator. Whatever the reason, if he felt 
old and that his life was rather barren right now, it was up to 
him to change it, not sit at home with a bottle and feel sorry 
for himself.

He looked around. He prided himself on his methodical approach, 
unlike others that seemed to be purely creatures of instinct. 
Don't go there. The choice of bar was the result of careful 
research from evenings of lurking in local chat rooms. Far 
enough away from FBI headquarters, that anyone he met was 
unlikely to be a plant, but still filled with purportedly 
available, interesting professionals but no longer 
twentysomething.

He should start seeing if there were any possibilities. Perhaps 
a small redheaded woman or a tall, lanky male... No don't even 
start. If you start thinking of them, you'll start making 
comparisons. If you start making comparisons, you'll remain 
alone, it's as simple as that.

"Sir, I need to speak with you right away."

Skinner turned around, not believing his ears. She was here, 
looking furious. "Agent Scully. How did you find me here?"

She made a dismissive gesture. "Not here. I need to take you to 
someplace safe."

Skinner mentally sighed. Duty called. Well the bar wasn't going 
anywhere and wasn't like this was the only night he had free.

"Very well."

Skinner followed Scully out of the bar. He noticed she was 
carrying a large shopping bag along with her purse, but knew 
enough not to offer to carry it for her, especially if she was 
already angry. Mulder probably abandoned her again.

Scully pulled her out her cell phone and pressed a button. 
"Mulder, it's me. Yes, I got him, just in time, some of them 
were already circling. Where are you. We'll be right there." She 
stashed her cell phone back into her purse and started walking. 
Turning to Skinner, she said, "He's in a hotel only a block 
away. We'll talk when we get to the room."

So Mulder was around and it sounded like they thought he was in 
danger. He wanted to ask more questions but decided to wait 
until they got to a secure location. Skinner keppt his eyes open 
as they madethe brief journey to the hotel but didn't see anyone 
following them. It was an agreeable surprise that the hotel they 
went into was a Marriott rather than the usual dive Mulder 
normally seemed to be drawn to. In silence, they walked to the 
bank of elevators near the opulent lobby. Once inside the 
otherwise empty elevator, Scully pressed the button for the 
tenth floor. At this close quarter, Skinner could smell her 
perfume and realized that he would shortly be in a hotel room 
with beds with the two people he had been trying hard to avoid 
thinking about during his hunt for companionship. Great, he 
thought glumly, not only was he not going to get laid tonight, 
but after untangling whatever mess they were in, he probably 
would have to do a heavy-duty workout and cold shower before he 
would get any sleep. He was not in a particular pleasant mood 
when Agent Mulder opened the door at Scully's knock.

Skinner was displeased to note that, against all Bureau 
procedure and the man's own paranoia, his gun was not drawn. His 
eyes flickered over the other man as he shut the door, 
cataloging. No visible injuries. Still in work clothes except 
for his jacket and tie. Not overly upset-almost amused. It 
didn't add up. He set his jaw, "Would you mind telling me what 
the hell is going on?"

Mulder shut the door, bolting it behind him. "Why don't you have 
a seat, sir." His hand gestured at the king-sized bed.

Skinner stood his ground. "I want an explanation. Now."

"What did Scully tell you?"

"Nothing, she just indicated it was an emergency." Mulder sent 
an amused glance at his partner at that.

"It was," Scully defended herself. She cast a furious look at 
Skinner. "There was this brunette ready to make her move."

"You thought she was an operative?" How the hell did the 
Consortium figure out his plans? He didn't think he was that 
closely watched.

"No."

"Then what?"

"Sir, we know why you went to that bar." This was from Mulder.

He hoped that his face wasn't as red as it felt. He was going to 
kill them. He was going to assign them both to wire tapping for 
the rest of their lives. "How in hell is that either one of your 
business."

Scully burst out, "Because you are ours."

Skinner stared at her speechless. This was the most surreal 
conversation he had with them and that was saying quite a bit. 
He sat down heavily on the bed. He knew that Scully tended to be 
rather proprietary towards her partner, but hadn't realized she 
felt possessive toward him as well.

Mulder said in a reasonable tone. "Sir, we've both wanted you 
for a long time. We talked about it often enough but neither one 
of us had the nerve to do anything. When I figured out your 
plans for tonight, I knew this might our only chance." He smiled 
slightly, "As we usually succeed when we work as a team, we 
thought we would approach you together and hope for the best."

Skinner looked at Scully again. "You were in favor of this 
bizarre arrangement?"

She flushed but she seemed to have cooled down a bit. She sat 
down on the bed, but a discreet distance from him. 
"Unconventional as it sounds, once Mulder suggested it to me, it 
seemed like it might have a chance to work. We're not 
endangering any innocents in this. We've all seen each other's 
dark sides so we can't frighten each other off. And no one else 
could handle the close relationship Mulder and I share. You 
belong to us. You belong with us."

"But you're not lovers."

Mulder sat down on the other side of him. "No," he said softly, 
touching the side of the other man's face. "I think we were 
waiting for you. This isn't a mercy fuck if that's what you're 
thinking."

He could feel Scully moving closer, putting a hand on his arm. 
"If that was the case, we wouldn't have followed you. You would 
have had no trouble finding someone. We didn't want you to be 
with just anyone. We want you to be with us."

He glanced down at her face. Her expression persuaded him more 
than anything else. This was not her bland, lying "I don't where 
Mulder is" face. This was her "Dammit, I want something from you 
and I expect you to do it immediately" face. He looked at Mulder 
and saw the hopeful, vulnerable expression on his face. So used 
to disappointment but he keeps on going. Not this time. He had 
found that with these two, listening to his gut rather than 
following regulations wound up working out a lot better. He knew 
what his gut was telling them. He knew it had taken great 
courage for them to approach him like this. He owed him at least 
some measure of the truth. "The only reason why I was out 
tonight, was that I was trying to forget what I thought I could 
never have."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he felt two pairs of 
hands pushing him back against the bed and two bodies eagerly 
covering his. They peppered kisses across his face, Scully's 
smooth skin, contrasting against Mulder's 5 o'clock shadow. They 
rested their heads on each of his shoulders. He found he could 
easily enfold both in his arms. "See how perfectly we all fit 
together," Scully said.

Mulder mumbled in agreement, nuzzling again Skinner's neck. "I 
know where I want to go to sleep tonight," he said dreamily. He 
turned his head up to look at Skinner, "Uh, have you ever done 
this before?"

Skinner was amused. Now he asks. "I'd been with both men and 
women before my marriage, but never like this." He tightened his 
arms around them for emphasis.

Mulder gave him a lighthearted smile like he'd never seen 
before. "I guess we should follow FBI procedures and go slowly 
over new territory. Both Skinner and Scully laughed in 
agreement. "Luckily, Scully appointed herself supply officer. 
We'd better follow the rules and take inventory before we 
proceed. Where's the bag?" He sat up.

"Over by the door." Scully sat up as well and removed her coat 
and helped Skinner off with his.

Mulder brought the bag back to the bed, peering inside. "Scully, 
I like your idea of necessities," he said as he sat back down on 
the bed. He began laying out items. "Let's see. Chocolates, 
wine, glasses, condoms, lubricant, massage oil. What no edible 
underwear or fur lined handcuffs?"

"Mulder, I was shopping at the Rite Aid, not the Pleasure 
Chest." She leaned back and kissed Skinner. "We won't have to 
resort to our bureau handcuffs, will we, Walter?" He liked his 
name on her lips.

"You're giving me what I've dreamed of for years, why should I 
struggle?"

Mulder kissed him, his tongue probing him gently. The younger 
man sat up again. "Good, that means the next step is getting you 
naked."

Their rumored telepathy seemed to be in play as they divested 
him of his clothing. Scully quickly removed his glasses and 
shirt then moved to the foot of the bed and pulled off his shoes 
and socks as Mulder unzipped his jeans and pulled them down 
along with his briefs. "Oh my," Scully whispered in a voice 
bordering on awe. He felt her hand on one of his biceps. "I knew 
you would look great naked, but I had no idea you would look 
this magnificent."

"I knew," said Mulder smugly, his hand running along Skinner's 
chest. "I've been timing my visits to gym at the same time for a 
while now."

Scully swatted her partner. "You never told me that! I would 
have come down and worked out as well."

Skinner decided to break up the fight and pulled Scully toward 
him. "A good thing he didn't, I had enough trouble seeing him in 
his swimsuit. I wouldn't have been able to handle you in spandex 
as well," and kissed her soundly.

Scully responded eagerly to his kiss, sprawling comfortably over 
him. Over the roar in his ears, he heard Mulder say, "Scully, 
you keep Walter busy while I undress, then we can switch." 
Scully did an excellent in keeping him occupied as she moved 
over him. He wasn't idle either as his hand moved along her back 
pulling up her shirt from the waist of her skirt and stroking 
the silky skin of her back. Since he was being so delightfully 
distracted, it took a moment to realize that Mulder was back on 
the bed with them.

"My turn," Mulder said. Scully gave Skinner one last kiss before 
getting up. Skinner turned slightly to his other lover. Mulder 
still had this incredibly happy smile on his face.

"You look like the boy who was expecting socks for Christmas and 
winds up getting a pony," he remarked as he wrapped his arms 
around the more slender man, turning them so Mulder was lying on 
his back.

Mulder grinned as he rubbed up against Skinner's rapidly 
hardening erection. "A pony? Definitely a stallion here, sir."

He grinned back and bent his head to devour that tempting mouth, 
feeling Mulder's mouth eagerly opening to him, allowing his 
tongue entry. He suddenly felt small sharp teeth biting hard at 
one of his buttocks. He broke the kiss, to stare with 
astonishment over his shoulder at Scully, "You bit me on the 
ass,"

Scully smiled not at all repentant. "Like biting into a 
Delicious apple."

Mulder shifted out from under Skinner, to see. "Can I bite the 
other one?"

Scully's "Of course" and Skinner's shouted, "No" came out about 
the same time.

"It could be worse, we could insist on getting you tattoo there 
instead."

"Yeah, `For X-file's staff eyes only'" Mulder chimed in.

This reminded Skinner of something. "Speaking of tattoos, Dana, 
I've wondered about yours. Would you mind ."

"Not at all," Scully laid down on her stomach.

Skinner's eyes ran appreciatively down her white back, and 
paused to admire the green circle on the small of her back. He 
moved closer, tracing it with his tongue, feeling Scully's hip 
wriggle slightly in response. He widened the circle his tongue 
was making and began licking along her spine. He stopped when he 
felt Mulder's teeth nipping at the other side of his ass. 
"Mulder!"

The other agent chuckled, "It was impossible to resist. Come 
on,on your back now. Scully and I want to play with your 
beautiful body for a while."

Skinner allowed himself to be guided on to his back. Him, 
beautiful, that was absurd. "Well, I guess I'm pretty good shape 
for my age," he muttered.

"You're in great shape for any age," Scully corrected him as she 
knelt next to him. "If you decide to leave the bureau, I know of 
some male strip clubs who would love to hire you."

Mulder caressed his face. "You are beautiful, even though you 
don't agree. We'll show you," he promised.

Neither his early years of experimentation nor his year of 
marriage prepared him for what happened next. The other two 
didn't leave an inch of him untouched. Even his major flaws, his 
bald head and the scars on his body receive tender attention. 
They caressed up and down his body using their hands and tongues 
and even sometimes rubbing their entire bodies against him. They 
encouraged each other, "Try this spot on his belly," as if it 
were a particularly dish on a buffet. The only thing he could do 
is lie back, and try to caress whatever bits of skin within his 
reach. It was delightfully maddening, especially as they 
converged on his cock at the same time, licking along its 
length, each mouth sucking on a testicle. Then, just as he was 
about to come, they swarmed up his body again. A bit of a relief 
since he wanted this to last.

"Since you're being so cooperative, you get to choose how you 
want to come." Mulder said. "Do you want us to go back down on 
you?" Skinner wordlessly shook his head no. "You can take turns 
being inside us."

Skinner found his voice. "I want you inside me, and me inside 
Dana." He could see both of them smile at the prospect. He 
kissed Mulder apologetically. "I need to get Dana ready."

"I know." Mulder moved over them so that he was on the other 
side of Scully and kissed her. He cupped one of her breasts and 
offered it up to Skinner.

He bent down and took the nipple in his mouth and was gratified 
at the soft moan he got in response. He continued to suck 
lightly as his hand stroked down to the down between her thighs. 
He found that she was already delightfully wet and swollen. 
"Now," she moaned. He ignored her and continued his exploration, 
slowly inserting two fingers into her tight vagina. Suddenly she 
grabbed his cock, pulling him toward her.

"I said, now," she growled.

Mulder reached for condom, laughing. "You'd better do what she 
says," he advised as he slid the condom over Skinner's cock.

Mulder's and Scully's hands guided him inside paradise. Her soft 
walls gently pulsed against his cock as he slowly began pumping 
into her. He was vaguely aware that Mulder had moved away from 
the two of them. He inserted his hand between where his and 
Dana's body joined and ran his thumb over her clitoris.

He felt her in muscle contract around him as she shrieked her 
pleasure. He lay still above her, waiting for her to collect 
herself before they continued.

Unfortunately he felt Mulder's slender fingers stroking between 
his ass. "Too much. I want this to last," he moaned in apology 
as he withdrew from her. He knelt on all fours over her, his 
cock not touching anything as he struggled to regain control.

Scully opened her eyes dreamily. "'S'Okay." She slid up the bed 
slightly and cradled his head against her breasts. "It's 
Mulder's turn to get you ready."

Skinner buried his face in the damp valley between her breasts, 
holding on for life as Mulder explored the crevice. He stiffened 
in shock as he felt the other man's tongue licking along the 
same path his finger had. He heard Mulder say, "Relax, you're 
beautiful here too." He moaned softly as Mulder's tongue circled 
his anus, opening him up more gently than any finger possible 
could, and sliding inside. He shamelessly burrowed even deeper 
against Dana's breasts while she crooned wordlessly and pressed 
kisses on top of his head. Mulder's lubed fingers replaced his 
tongue, going in deeper, anointing the passage inpreparation of 
his cock. He felt Mulder lean forward to kiss along his spine 
and heard him whisper. "Can you kneel up, I think we're ready."

He felt his body tremble in anticipation as Dana helped guide 
him to his knees. She knelt up as well and interlaced their 
fingers. Mulder wrapped an arm around his waist, and he felt the 
slow penetration of his cock. Skinner moaned softly as he could 
feel the heat of the other man's cock even through the condom 
and gripped Scully's hands tightly. Mulder put his other arm 
around him, stroking his check as he rocked him. Skinner rolled 
his head against his shoulder and felt Mulder kiss along the 
side of his neck. "Gorgeous, sexy Walter, do you know how 
incredible you feel?"

Scully whispered as well, "Yes, you do feel wonderful, I want 
you inside me again." Mulder guided him back so he was nearly 
sitting on his lap, driving Mulder's cock even deeper inside 
him. Skinner moaned again and Dana reassured him as she 
straddled him and let her self down on his cock. "Don't worry, 
you can handle us. You're the only one who can." Skinner's went 
to her hips to support her and he could feel Mulder's hands 
gripping her as well.

Mulder deep inside and wrapped around him. Dana sweetly 
surrounding him as they slowly carefully began to move. He was 
going to go insane with the pleasure. Dimly he heard Mulder's 
voice. "It's all right to let go now, we have you. You don't 
have to hold on," and felt a gentle nip on the sensitive point 
behind his ear. He began moving mindlessly, up to Scully then 
back on to Mulder. He felt hands urging him on, on to 
completion. He felt Scully clutch at him internally and came 
into her. At the same time, Mulder drove into him one last time, 
and felt him come as well, completely short circuiting his 
entire brain.

When he came to, he was somehow lying on his back again with 
each of his lover's head resting on his shoulder, asleep. He 
took a brief inventory. He was definitely sticky and knew he was 
going to be sore tomorrow, but his feelings of emptiness and age 
earlier this evening seemed like a distant memory. He turned his 
head slightly and saw that the covers were just in his reach. He 
reached out to pull them over everyone. Mulder protested 
slightly about being jostled but settled back down against him. 
He turned his head and saw that Scully was somewhat awake and 
looking at her partner.

She reached out and tenderly stroked Mulder's cheek. "No 
insomnia tonight," she murmured. She looked up at Skinner and he 
was humbled by the look of gratitude in her eyes for her 
partner's sake. She smiled then, looking happier than he'd ever 
seen her. "And no more tomcatting for you," she said in a mock 
serious tone,

Skinner smiled back. "Are you planning to bite my ass again if I 
do?"

"If I'm feeling generous. If not, there are a lot of tattoo 
parlors in this town. I'm sure any of them would be happy to 
mark you as ours."





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