"Because it's a surprise, Mulder. Trust me."
"That's a loaded statement, Ratboy—"
"Alex. My name is Alex. And you should be grateful I'm letting you
celebrate Valentine's Day with Feldman and me."
"Celebrate is the operative word, Ratboy," Feldman compained. "I remember
what happened on your birthday and frankly, I should've known better than to
let you blindfold me—"
Alex Krycek slapped her ass just hard enough to stop her complaints. "Quit
whining! And that goes for both of you. I could've gone the easy route and
done the dozen roses thing, but I decided to take care of my little
Valentines and do something different. You both agreed to it and now you're
wearing the blindfolds."
"Lucky us." Fox Mulder leaned back against Krycek and sniffed. There was
something familiar about where they were. Was it a motel that they'd been
in once before? "Are we going to have to wear the blindfolds all night or
does Feldman get to complain about her surroundings?"
"Cute, Foxboy. Just be patient for a few more seconds."
Mulder heard a small, scraping sound and then the sound of a cylinder in a
lock turning. A door opened in front of him and Krycek pushed the two of
them forward. The door was closed very quietly but Mulder could hear the
tell tale sound of the lock. "I have a bad feeling about—"
"Shut up and wish me a happy Valentine's Day," Krycek ordered.
"Happy mmffff..." Mulder's wishes were silenced by Krycek's mouth landing
on top of his and Krycek's body grinding hard against him. As he moaned into
Krycek's mouth, Mulder heard Feldman stamp her foot.
"What about me," Feldman whined. "If anyone's your Valentine, Ratboy, it
should be me!"
Mulder felt Krycek reluctantly release him and say, "You can't be my
Valentine if you call me Ratboy', kitten."
Feldman made a small, frustrated sound. "But you are! You're my Ratboy, not
Mulder's. Mine!"
"If you say I'm your Alex, you can be my Valentine." Krycek's voice was
soft, teasing. "Say it, kitten."
"Yeah, Feldpup, say it already," Mulder ordered. "I want to see where we
are."
"You're my Alex," Feldman mumbled. "Now will you take these stupid
blindfolds off?"
"Yes, mistress." A mocking voice in Mulder's ear and then the blindfold
came off.
Mulder's jaw dropped as his eyes focused on the room. "Oh. My. God."
Krycek grinned rakishly at him, his fingers lingering on Feldman's blindfold.
"What do you think, Foxboy?"
Mulder whirled and grabbed him by the lapels of his leather jacket. "I think
you're stark raving nuts! That's what I think!"
"Do you really?" Krycek's green eyes were glowing like a cat's and his grin
was almost contagious. Almost. But not quite.
"Lemme see," Feldman whined. "I wanna see!"
Mulder yanked her blindfold off and glared at Krycek. "This has to be the
craziest stunt you've ever pulled. I could understand wanting to have sex
anywhere but here."
Feldman tugged at Mulder's arm. "Why? Where are we? I like the furniture."
"What's wrong with Skinner's apartment, Foxboy," Krycek chuckled.
"What's wrong with it? What's WRONG? Explain to me what's right about it!"
"It's completely unexpected. It's someplace you've been fucked before,
Foxboy but someplace I haven't fucked you and someplace Feldman's never been
fucked—"
"What makes you think I'd want to get laid in Skinner's apartment," Feldman
argued, poking a French-manicured nail into Krycek's chest. "I mean, really,
he could be home any minute—"
Krycek brushed her hand away and folded his arms across his chest. "Nope. I
hacked into the hotsync for his Palm Pilot. He'll be in meetings til
midnight."
Feldman nibbled at her lower lip. "Well, it is an awfully nice apartment..."
"All right," Mulder relented. "But we have to clean up after we're done,
understood?"
Krycek arched an eyebrow at him. "You know how to clean, Foxboy?"
"Very funny and my name is still Mulder." Next year if there was a next
year he'd settle for the lousy flowers.
Walter Skinner was tired. Hungry and tired, with the beginnings of a
migraine. He sniffed at his bag of take-out from King Ying Mandarin duck
never smelled so good. With one of the beers in his fridge, it was going to
be a peaceful, quiet evening.
The day had been an utter nightmare. Meeting after meeting after meeting
budgets, duty rosters, policy committees, steering committees just plain
awful. By his seventh meeting, he told Kim to cancel the last five. There
was no way in hell he wanted to sit through a meeting about the skyrocketing
cost of office supplies.
Skinner paused outside his apartment. What in God's name was that noise? It
sounded awfully familiar... He set his bag of takeout down, drew his gun and
slowly unlocked the door. One look inside his apartment and an amused smile
tugged at his lips. Somebody brought him a Valentine's Day present.
"Ohhh, harder, Ratboy, harder, yes,... oh, yes... Ratboy... harder, Ratboy..."
Mulder. On his hands and knees on Skinner's living room floor being
enthusiastically fucked from behind by Krycek. And there, on Skinner's
couch, sat Ellen Feldman watching them intently, while she pleasured herself.
All three were so intent on what they were doing, they didn't notice him.
"Harder... oh, please... yes... harder, Ratboy, harder..."
"Call me Skinner, Foxboy," Krycek purred.
"That's MY line," Skinner said, dryly and slammed the door shut behind him.
Feldman's mouth dropped open in a perfect O'. Mulder looked utterly
mortified.
Krycek merely grinned at him and continued to drive into Mulder. "Home
early, huh, Skinner?"
"As a matter of fact, yes." Skinner retrieved his Chinese food and calmly
carried it into his kitchen, as though he saw three people fucking in his
living room every day. "Seems somebody altered my schedule so that I was in
meetings all day. Would that have been you?"
"It would." Amusement shone in those gleaming green eyes as the thrusts into
Mulder grew slower, more leisurely. Krycek was showing off for him, Skinner
realized, and he smiled as the younger man addressed the dumbstruck lawyer on
the couch. "Kitten, why don't you offer Mr. Skinner a nice blowjob? I'm
sure he's feeling left out."
"Ewwwwww!"
That snapped Mulder out of it. "Get out of me, you maniac! I told you this
was a bad idea but noooooo, you wanted to celebrate Valentine's day. You
wanted to fuck in Skinner's living room. You wanted me to call you Skinner.
You—"
"I'm going to make you come, Mulder. I can feel it. Are you sure you want
me to stop?" Now the thrusts were harder. Faster. And still Krycek's eyes
bored into Skinner's, challenging him.
"Yes. No. YesnononooohohohohohgodohgodRatbooooooooy......"
Skinner chuckled as he watched the two of them come on his living room floor.
This was going to be a Valentine's Day to remember.
Ellen used the distraction to grab for the nearest article of clothing her
Ratboy's shirt, and pulled it on. This had to be the most embarrassing day
of her life. Caught. By Skinner. Watching her Ratboy have sex with Mulder
in Skinner's apartment. Before she had a chance to get any!
And look at her Ratboy. Sitting there, grinning at Mulder without a care in
the world while Mulder held his head in his hands.
"Why do I let you two maniacs talk me into these things," Mulder muttered.
"Oh, as if I thought he'd come home," Ellen argued, sniffing disdainfully
in Skinner's direction. "Ratboy said—"
"Alex, dammit. My name is Alex."
"Whatever. Just get dressed so we can get the hell out of here," she
ordered. "And we have to stop at King Ying on the way "
"My, aren't you the bossy one?" Skinner smiled down at her as if she were an
exciting new toy he'd just discovered. "The thing is, little girl, this is
my home. I give the orders around here and Mulder and Krycek are staying
right where they are. Isn't that right, Alex?"
"Well, I... uh... that is... " Her Ratboy gaze flicked from Ellen to Skinner and then
to Mulder, who was an interesting shade of crimson. "I guess."
Skinner nodded, apparently satisfied. "Now which of you brought Ellen for
me?"
"Now wait just a minute," Ellen protested. "I am not—"
"You are." Skinner tugged off his tie and slipped out of his shirt,
revealing a wonderfully muscular torso.
Ellen swallowed hard as she got a good look at him. How come she never
noticed what a hot body he had? And did this mean Skinner mowed her lawns?
That he wanted to mow her lawns now? That he wanted to mow... her?!
Skinner crooked a finger at her. "Come here."
That snapped her out of it. "No. You get over here and take those pants
off."
"Take them off for me."
Was he trying to give her orders? Didn't he realize who was in charge
around here?! Ellen folded her arms across her chest. "Get dressed,
Ratboy. We're leaving. You, too, Mulder."
"Stay right where you are," Skinner commanded them, his voice rumbling like
distant thunder. "I can see why they brought you here. You need to be
tamed."
"Good luck," Mulder snorted. "Hope your health insurance is paid up."
Krycek got up and gave Skinner a winning smile. "Walter, I don't think she's
into it. Why don't you let me take her home and then I'll come back later "
"You'll what?!" Ellen grabbed him by his chest hair. "I'm not letting you—"
Mulder's chuckling stopped her tirade cold.
"What the hell are you laughing at, Foxboy!?"
The federal agent nudged her Ratboy in the ribs and smirked. "Battle of the
alphas, huh, Ratboy?"
"Shut up, Foxboy," Ellen snapped.
Skinner arched an eyebrow in their direction. "Do you mean to tell me this
little thing orders the two of you around?"
"Not all the time," her Ratboy muttered, defensively.
"Most of the time," Mulder corrected him. "She's got you whipped, Ratboy."
"Alex, dammit! When the hell are you people going to learn to call me Alex?"
Krycek closed his eyes in mock agony. "And I am not pussy whipped!"
"Wait a second... isn't Ellen with you, Mulder," Skinner wondered aloud. "The
last I recall, she wasn't very fond of you, Alex."
"Ratboy is my front lawn," Ellen declared. "And Mulder's my back lawn."
Skinner clucked his disapproval at her as he pulled her to him. "Selfish and
bossy. I think I need to explain who had Mulder and Ratboy first."
Wow! What muscular arms! What a huge man! And, if she wasn't mistaken, he
was nicely hung, too. But that didn't stop her from tilting her chin up at
him and sneering, "Key words you think'."
In response, Skinner brought his mouth down on hers, not roughly, but a kiss
that was definitely him staking a claim. Did he honestly think she was going
to be his lawn?!
Not likely! Ellen grabbed the back of his head and tried to show him who was
in charge around here. Their tongues wrestled while Ellen worked his belt
free. Skinner tugged at the shirt she was wearing while she yanked down his
pants and boxers.
When they finally broke the kiss, they were both naked and out of breath.
It was going to be a long Valentine's Day.
Skinner considered the small, feisty lawyer while she eyed him speculatively.
How long had it been since he'd been challenged like this? Oh, sure, from
time to time, Alex would try it, but Ellen Feldman? It boggled the mind.
Suddenly, she lunged forward and took him in her mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Krycek nudge Mulder as he passed the
federal agent a container of Chinese food. Any thoughts he had of telling
them to leave his dinner the hell alone were driven away by Feldman doing
some very interesting things with her tongue. Of course, Feldman's oral
abilities were legendary, according to Mulder. Skinner had to admit, she
was pretty good, but there was no way she was going to dominate him.
Very gently, he rested his hand on the back of her head, not pushing her, but
just to let her know he was there. Feldman responded by reaching around and
smacking him sharply on the ass.
Wanted to play rough, did she? He used his other hand to push her head away
from him and knocked her squarely on her firm little behind. Before she
could recover, he was on her, kissing her roughly. Feldman moaned and
wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
The little lawyer was hanging on for dear life, which left him little choice
but to roll onto his back. Skinner blinked as she straddled him.
"Perfect," Feldman sighed. "Just like I wanted you."
"Maybe I wanted you there," he countered.
"No, you didn't."
"You're right." With that, he rolled them over again and pinned Feldman
face-down on his floor. Keeping his weight on her, he slid his arm around
her waist and eased her hips and ass up. It was the perfect position to
take her with, but not unless she told him she wanted it. "Tell me what you
want."
"I want you on your back."
"Only a dom gets to be on top."
"Exactly."
Skinner had to bite his lips to stop himself from laughing at her. She was
serious! "You're not my dom."
"I'm certainly not your sub," Feldman sniffed. "And would you get the hell
off of me? This position makes my sinuses hurt."
"Feldman's got a sniffle," Krycek put in, helpfully, through a mouthful of
Mandarin duck.
"Poor baby." With that, Skinner flipped Feldman onto her back again. "Now,
as I was saying, you're not my top, Ellen. You can't be a top unless you
start as a bottom."
Feldman glanced over to the couch in time to see Krycek feeding Mulder a
piece of duck. "Let me guess, they never top you."
"Nope."
"So... .logically speaking, I wouldn't get to top you, either."
"Maybe. Maybe not. You have to try, don't you?"
"Walter, is your homeowner's insurance paid up," Mulder asked, through a
mouthful of duck. "You're going to need it if you take on Feldman."
Skinner shot him a look and Mulder suddenly found the white rice very
interesting. "The boys seem to think you're too much for me to handle."
"They're right."
"I can handle both of them just fine."
Feldman snorted. "So can I. In and out of bed."
"Especially Ratboy," Mulder said, quietly, earning him harsh stares from
everybody. "What? What did I say?"
"You're implying that I'm pussy-whipped," Krycek hissed. "Keep it up and you
don't get whatever Walter brought for dessert."
"Ratboy," Feldman whined. "That's no fair. You know I like King Ying."
Krycek looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Um... uh, I'll buy you
some of your own "
"See," Mulder crowed, triumphantly. "She's got him "
"Don't say it," Krycek warned.
"pussy-whipped."
"I asked you not to say that."
Krycek. Pussy-whipped. By the delicate little lawyer who was insisting she
had to be his top. Skinner frowned down at Feldman. "I had no idea you were
such a naughty little thing, Feldman, otherwise I would have curbed you when
you were working for me "
"I never worked for you," she corrected him. "I worked for the legal
department and they didn't report to you. All I did was sleep with one of
your agents."
"Yes, you did."
Suddenly, she looked horrified. "You weren't sleeping with him when I was
sleeping with him, were you? Or with my Ratboy?"
"If you looked under Walter's desk, you'd see stains from Ratboy's hair gel,"
Mulder sniggered.
"How would you have noticed unless you were under Walter's desk, too," Krycel
shot back.
"Ewwwww!" Feldman looked utterly horrified. "They're mine! Mine! Not
yours, mine!"
"Nope. You're an attorney. Don't you remember that first in time is first
in right?"
"They're mine!"
"They're mine. And now you're mine, too."
"I am not! You're my Ski— uh, my Wal... uh..." Feldman groped desperately
for a humiliating nickname that could possibly rival Ratboy' and Foxboy'.
"You can call me sir.'"
"Sirboy? I don't think so—"
"Not sirboy'. Sir, as in yes, sir.'"
Her nose wrinkled. "Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm your top." He said the words slowly, enjoying the irritated,
frustrated scowl that formed on her pretty, little face. "And you're my sub."
"No way!"
"If you want me, Feldman, you have to be my sub."
"That's not fair! Just because I'm a woman "
"It has nothing to do with being a woman," Skinner groaned. Somebody had to
take Feldman in hand and it was obvious that Krycek and Mulder weren't up to
the job. "It has to do with being inexperienced."
"I am not a virgin!"
"No kidding," Mulder muttered.
Skinner raised his hands in surrender. "I give up, Feldman. If you're not
interested, you're not interested. I'm not going to playing games with you
all night. Not when I've got Mulder and Alex to keep me company."
Feldman mumbled something.
"What was that?"
The petite lawyer launched herself at him, knocking him flat onto his back.
"Ratboy, toss me a condom! Now!"
Skinner lay there, stunned, while Feldman put a condom on him. Maybe she
was a dom. That didn't make him her sub, did it?
It was going to be a long Valentine's day.
The Chinese food was cold, Alex realized, dimly. His brain was still
over-loaded from the unbelievable display of raw sex on Skinner's living room
floor. Mulder looked as though he'd just seen a conga line of aliens. And
Skinner... .God, Skinner looked like he'd just gone ten rounds with the budget
committee. Feldman, on the other hand, simply looked as though Skinner was
an appetizer and she was ready for her main course of Ratboy.
Unfortunately for Alex, he was Ratboy.
"Ratboy?"
No! It was too soon! Was she ovulating? Yeah, that was it. Feldman was
ovulating. This was the fourteenth and Feldman was ovulating. "Yes,
kitten?"
"Is there any King Ying left?"
Alex swallowed nervously. What could he say that would keep the savage beast
that was Feldman at bay? "A little."
"Good." With that, she climbed onto his lap and snuggled against him. "Feed
me."
"Uh, sure, kitten... " He searched frantically for some leftovers. Surely he
and Mulder hadn't eaten everything...
"Ratboy." Mulder shook his head, telling Alex that, yes, they'd eaten
everything.
Dead. They were dead. She was horny. She was hungry. And worse, she was
Feldman.
Just then, Skinner came up behind Feldman and slipped a leather collar around
her neck. "There. Perfect."
"Hey!"
"Hmmm, actually, it's a little big," Skinner mused. "What do you think,
Alex? Doesn't Ellen look pretty in a collar?"
"Feldpup looks adorable," Mulder chuckled. "I wish I had a leash so I could
take her for a walk."
"Would you like to, Mulder? I have a leash," Skinner offered.
They were definitely dead. Yup. Even though his kitten's mouth was moving
and no words were coming out, Alex knew for a fact that the second she was
coherent again, they were dead men. "You know, maybe putting a leash on
Feldman's not a really good idea... "
"She has to learn her place," Skinner insisted, petting Feldman's hair. "And
since she's the least experienced of all of us, she's our sub."
"I am not," Feldman argued. "I am not a sub! I'm a dom! And stop
messing up my hair!"
Mulder's eyes lit up as he locked stares with Alex. "Ratboy, she's our sub.
Think about it."
"I am not!"
Feldman. A sub. His sub. Even if it was only for a night... It was too
good to be true. But then again, with three against one, and one of those
three being Walter Skinner, maybe they had a chance—ah, hell, who was he
kidding? Still, some things were worth risking his other arm for, Alex
leaned forward and tugged at the D-ring on Feldman's collar and gave her his
most charming smile. "You're a sub, kitten "
"Feldpup," Mulder corrected. "Let's see if we can teach her to beg, roll
over, and come."
"I taught you two," Skinner chuckled. "I can teach Ellen."
"You're dead men," Feldman predicted.
It was going to be a long night.
Not quite the end.
Intersection
by Ms Brooklyn
"I don't see why you had to blindfold us."
