Tesa Fear 2 By Tesa tesa@planet-mail.com DATE: May 19, 2001 RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Slash, M/SK, AU, semi-non-con DISCLAIMER: Mulder, Scully, and Skinner belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. This is a not-for-profit fictional excursion. Thank you very much. SUMMARY: Okay, this is a little different. Definitely AU, Mulder finds himself thrown into prison and meets a powerful con named Walter Skinner. Part 2 – Mulder and Skin get to know each other a little better FEEDBACK: Yes, please. ARCHIVE: Yes ************************************************* Mulder followed Ray through the dining hall, his head held high. He forced himself to look around, to meet the other men's eyes briefly before moving on, when the only thing he wanted was to duck his head down and pretend to be invisible. He knew if he started off hiding, he'd never come out of it. They came up to their destination, the table where Skin and Big Ben and a few more of the gang's leaders sat with their boys. Skin and Ben were talking when Ben saw them approaching and nodded in their direction. Skin looked up and fell silent, watching the two men approach. To Skin, Mulder looked like a man walking to his own execution, head up and braced for death. He had to smile. It was too amusing, really. He knew the man expected nothing but the worst and was determined to endure it. There weren't many entertainment opportunities in prison. As the boss, Skin didn't have to worry about anything—food, safety, power—he had it all, but he still had his limits. He was bored. This man—this vulnerable former cop— presented a myriad of entertaining possibilities. The whole prison had known he was coming, of course. The grapevine here was second to none. Skin had been mildly curious, but nothing more. Then Ben had complained about his boy Ray's growing concern about his new cellmate. Diverted, Skin asked about it, and Ben relayed the stories that Ray told him. What came through the stories was courage, wit, and a surprisingly dry sense of humor that survived everything that was thrown at it, including the repeated beatings and rapes the man suffered. Skin had been intrigued. He decided to do something about it before the man got himself killed and sentenced Skin to unremitting boredom again. Skin's eyes roamed over the man approaching, enjoying the sight. He'd gone to Mulder and offered him a bargain. It had been close. The man had almost turned him down. If he had, he would have died soon. The prisoners' anger and hatred of the cop was growing with each attack rather than subsiding. His cock started to harden as he remembered the man's reluctant acceptance and the resultant blow job. The man hadn't wanted to do it, but he did want to live. Skin didn't care if the man wanted it or not. He did. And he'd get it, too. The two men had arrived and sat down at the last empty spaces directly across from Skin and Ben. Ben was glaring at Ray. "What's he doing here?" Both men jerked their heads to see Ben, and then turned to face Skin. Skin had to grin again. He kept his eyes on Mulder's as he said "Mulder's my boy now." He saw the almost imperceptible flinch, the slight paling of the fine features, and then a rising tide of The other men at the table burst out talking over each other, their voices rising with each question and insult. "Shut up." Skin's voice was quiet, but everyone heard. They shut up. Ben broke the silence finally. "Skin, man, what are you doing? He's a cop." "No." Skin's eyes never left Mulder's. "He's not. He's a con, just like the rest of us, and he's my boy. He belongs to me, now. Get the word out. Anybody else touches him and they'll regret it." Ben was the only one to speak up again. "Okay, man, okay. He's your boy." He shifted his gaze from Skin to the tired-looking former cop. He couldn't see it. The man wasn't a born cocksucker, nor was he an obvious challenge. He was just trouble—pure trouble. What the hell was Skin up to? "Hey, Mulder, you never did finish telling me about that green, liver- eating mutant you went after that one time, what happened, man?" Ray turned to his cellmate expectantly, trying to break the tension. Mulder didn't want to back down from Skin's gaze, but he couldn't let Ray down like that. He turned to face the man. "He wasn't green, Ray." He told the story again, ignoring where he was and remembering when he was free and doing what he loved. He didn't realize it, but after just a few minutes the others at the table were caught up in the story, too. Mulder was a good storyteller, and the men were irresistibly drawn out of where they were and into the past, following the curious F.B.I. agent along on his quest. Skin listened, enjoying the tale, but not totally drawn in like the others. He watched the rapt interest in the other men's faces along with the spirited animation in Mulder's as he talked and explained and answered their questions. Seeing them like that, he knew how Ray had gotten caught up with the man, and he knew that Mulder would make his own place with these men in short order. All he had needed was entrance into the group, and Skin had given him that. He sat back to enjoy the show. On the way out of the dining hall, Skin caught Mulder's arm. The man had been careful not to look at him after Skin's declaration of ownership. Skin knew he couldn't allow his new boy to ignore him. He waited until Mulder looked at his hand, then up at him. "Come by my cell later." Skin kept his grip on Mulder's bicep firm but not painful. He wanted to make his message clear without scaring the man. Mulder flushed as he realized all the men nearby waiting to exit the dining hall heard the command. His eyes focused past the other man's face as he gave a little nod. The hand released him and then they were moving out of the hall and making their way to their cells for the after dinner count. Mulder followed Ray into their cell, thankful that he'd survived. They flopped on their bunks, waiting for the count. A thought occurred to Mulder. "Ray?" "Yeah, man?" "What's Skin in for?" "Mulder, I don't think you want to go there." Ray's voice was sincere. "Ray, I think I have to. I have to get some idea of who I'm dealing with here. What did he do?" Ray sighed and was silent for long moments. "Murder. He's in for murder. Don't ask any more, Mulder. I don't think anybody except him knows the truth, and you definitely don't want to ask him. He's nobody to fuck around with, man. Just do what you have to do and do your time, man. That'll get you out of here in one piece." Mulder folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He wasn't surprised, not really. He didn't think a guy in for, say… assault, or rape, or robbery maybe would hold the respect a murderer could demand. After all, a man that had done it once... He did wonder what the hell made the man want him, of all the guys here. Was it a bonus to screw the dirty cop? Did it gain him some more respect? He couldn't see it. From what Ray said, Skin already ran the place. He didn't need any extra boosts. He guessed he would just have to ask him. That thought brought to mind the fact that he was…commanded…to Skin's cell later. He swallowed, his throat suddenly constricted and dry. He didn't think Skin was planning to fuck his ass, not after what he'd said this afternoon, but he'd probably expect at least a blow job. Mulder didn't really know what to feel about all this. He'd been through so much in so little time that it was all mixed up in his head. He'd come to this prison expecting to be abused and maybe … okay, probably…killed. In his more positive moments he'd thought that maybe if he fought well enough, maybe if he could beat one of the bigger guys, then he'd get some space, enough to make it through his sentence. He hadn't expected they'd come after him in gangs every time. It had occurred to him that if he killed one of them, it might get him some respect. The only problem with that was he didn't want to turn into one of them. He was a cop. Even though they had taken the title from him, he wouldn't let them take his identity, too. He wasn't a killer. No, he wasn't a killer. Instead, he was a whore. Mulder took a deep breath and swung out of his bunk. Time to go. Mulder walked up to the cell and addressed the man inside. "You wanted me to come by?" Skin sat on his bunk, a book in his hands. He looked over at Mulder. "Come in." Mulder took a couple of steps and stood, shifting his weight uneasily. He didn't know what to expect, and he didn't like it. Skin took his time looking the man over. He liked what he saw. He liked the fact that the man wasn't comfortable. He didn't want him to be comfortable. He nodded to the bunk next to him. "Sit down, Mulder." Mulder hesitated then sat down. He surveyed the cell, looking for anything personal, anything that could tell him about the man who now basically owned him. Knowledge was most definitely power, the only power that he could grasp, anyway. There wasn't much, mainly a few pictures taped to the wall near the head of the bunk too far for him to see and a few books on the single shelf. He couldn't stall any more. He looked at Skin. Skin lifted his hand to stroke the side of Mulder's face. He waited through the familiar instinctive flinch then resumed exploring Mulder's face with gentle fingertips. He saw the fear that resided in the man's eyes and he wasn't altogether displeased with that, either. He was hard as a rock, and he enjoyed that sensation, too, knowing that relief was close at hand. Mulder swallowed heavily. He didn't know where this was going, and that scared him. What was the big man up to? What was he going to do to him? His breath came faster, trying to keep up with his racing heart. Skin's eyes were half-closed, watching Mulder intently as his hand traced Mulder's soft, slightly parted lips. That tempting mouth dropped open on a gasp and Skin took the opportunity to slide two fingers into that wet heat. Skin issued a soft command. "Suck." Mulder had frozen in shock at Skin's bold move. He felt the big, masculine fingers filling his mouth, tasting of salt and…man. He searched the man's face and knew he meant what he said. There could be no evasion here. He let his lips close on the fingers and his tongue relax and he started to suck. His eyes dropped to the hand in front of his face and as nothing more happened, he started to relax. This wasn't so bad--kinda weird, but not bad. His gaze flicked up to Skin's face and he felt a curl of warmth wash through his belly at the pleasure he saw there. What the hell? Mulder jerked at the thought that he was enjoying this and pushed it away, unable to deal with it. Skin saw the surprise in the man's face and surmised the reason. It amused him greatly as well as pleasing him. He was prepared to enjoy this man's body whether he got anything from it or not, but this—this was interesting. His body surged at the thought of turning Mulder's fear and reluctance into pleasure and eagerness, despite himself. Time to move things along. He pulled his fingers from their home with a loud wet pop and smiled at the sound. "Take off your clothes for me, Mulder." Mulder's heart began to race again at the soft command. His mind searched again for a way out, but if he left…he was done, and he knew it. He had to stay if he wanted to live—more than that, he had to obey, if he wanted to live. He forced him mind to go blank as he shifted off the bunk and began to remove his clothes. He guessed Skin had forgotten about his unspoken promise earlier and was getting ready to fuck him. He finished stripping himself and stood, arms hanging at his side, starting to shiver with nerves. He really didn't know if he could do it. It was one thing to survive an attack and quite another to walk into it naked, so to speak. Skin's smile slowly faded as he watched the frightened, shaking man. He enjoyed had enjoyed the spice of Mulder's fear earlier, but this, this was excessive. This was terror, and he didn't like it. He considered the blank eyes of the man before him and knew he'd gone elsewhere. He sighed a soft "damn" and slid from his bunk. He grabbed Mulder in a hug and pulled him back onto the bunk, shifting until he lay on top of him, holding the frantically squirming, gasping man still with his considerable body weight. Long moments passed and Mulder slowly calmed down. The human body was not designed to stay forever in the fight-or-flight mode. It just couldn't take the stress. Mulder closed his eyes, forcing his breathing to deepen and steady, taking in the spicy masculine scent of the man on top of him with every lungful of air. As the panic began to recede, stray thoughts crossed his mind. Skin was a big man— a big, heavy man. It took a serious effort to expand his chest for each breath. He was warm—hot, really. The heat felt good, thawing some of the chill of fear that still lay on him. He hadn't been hurt. He was naked. He felt safe. Safe? Where the hell had that come from, Mulder thought. But as he thought about it, he had to admit it was true. He felt safe in a way that he hadn't since he'd been locked up—or maybe even before that. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, carefully. He should feel vulnerable, but he didn't. God, was he messed up. He forced himself to meet Skin's gaze. In it he saw something that looked like concern. Don't imagine things, he told himself. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you." Skin's voice was a deep rumble that Mulder felt in his chest. He blinked and searched for an answer. "I don't know you." It wasn't a direct answer, but Skin understood. "You will." His erection pressed against Mulder's belly insistently, and an idea came to him. He shifted position, pulling back and kneeling between Mulder's legs. "Don't move." His hands went to his fly and he pulled himself free of his pants. "Watch my dick, boy." He started stroking himself slowly, keeping his eyes on Mulder's face. Mulder obeyed, watching the man pleasure himself. That same curl of warmth came back to him as he saw Skin's hand move over his flushed penis, and the thought came to him that he'd had that in his mouth just hours ago. His mind was dazed and blurred from the aftermath of terror and relief. Sudden warmth on his skin broke through his trance and he knew Skin had come all over his bare chest and belly. The scent of his sex was hot and thick in the air. Mulder closed his eyes, confused. He knew he should feel ashamed and dirty at being used like that, but he didn't. He felt--no, he didn't want to name that feeling, even to himself. "Mulder." Mulder jerked his gaze to the other man. "I enjoyed that, and so did you. You don't have to respond, boy. I won't expect that of you yet. I do want you to think about it. Think about sucking my cock and why you did it. Think about my fingers in your mouth. Think about undressing for me." Skin's voice was low and powerful. "Think about me jerking off over you. Think about my come on your body. Think about next time. I've said I won't hurt you, and I won't. You'll learn to trust me, Mulder. Now I want you to get dressed and get back t o your cell. I'll see you tomorrow." Mulder obeyed in a daze, picking up his clothes and jerking them on, then hurrying out of the cell. He needed to hole up and think. He was way past confused here. He kept his head up, watching for trouble. He knew he was supposed to be protected, but he couldn't allow himself to let down his guard. Not yet. When he reached his cell he saw that Ray was asleep already. Thank God. He was in no state to answer any of his questions tonight. He probably couldn't do it tomorrow, either, but, hey, one day at a time, right? Isn't that how the saying went? Jesus, now he was living by cliché's? He quickly stripped and cleaned himself up at the sink, trying not to think about what he was doing or why he needed to wash. Finally he fell into his bunk. He stared into the dark, thinking about what had happened tonight. He wished he could hide from it, but he knew better. Even if he could have buried it all, he had a feeling that Skin wasn't going to allow that. No. He had to face it. Some part of him had enjoyed it tonight. Some part of him had wanted to give the big man pleasure. He didn't want that to be true, but it was. And Skin had seen that. Oh, God, was he screwed. Well, not yet, he added to that thought wryly. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was getting a lot of practice and this deep breathing thing. Okay, he thought, enough with the evasion. Mulder had been attracted to men before. He had accepted that as a part of his life, but he had never let it rule him. He had good reasons for that. So he had stuck to women all his life. Well, a few women anyway. Very few, as a matter of fact. This was different. Here there was no running from it. Skin…did something to him, and he knew it, and he wasn't going to let Mulder get away from it. Skin told him to think about what he'd done to him. Mulder thought about the feel of the man's hot cock in his mouth…and the warm hand on the back of his neck. He thought about the man's hard fingers in his mouth…and the sight of him kneeling over Mulder, cock in hand, come spurting onto the smaller man's body. He thought about the man's low, rumbling voice and the calm, confident way he controlled everything and everyone around him. He thought about it, and his body hardened. Breath hissed out of him in a sigh. He was a man with four decades of experience and he was learning new things about himself he wasn't sure he wanted to know. However, like a lot of things lately, he didn't have any choice in the matter. Skin wanted him…and it seemed that he wanted Skin. The end – part 2 Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/