Part I – Mulder
"Here you go, Mr. Mulder. Have a pleasant visit, sir. It's
nice to see you back."
"Thanks, Lori. It's nice to be here strictly as a visitor."
He accepted the pass, pinned on the badge, and stepped through
with a smile. Soon he was in the elevator, heading up to
Walter's floor. He ignored the looks he was getting, keeping
his face neutral, despite the snickers he could hear as he
passed. Some of the people were staring worriedly, and those
he didn't ignore. He met their eyes, staring evenly until they
looked away.
For the most part, Fox concentrated on giving the appearance
of a man without a care in the world. Inside, he was hoping
Alex was wrong.
"That?" Alex's voice had been ripe with disbelief that morning
as he watched his lover dress. Fox had a meeting with Walter
in the office, to finish filling out the last of Walter's
retirement papers. Since Fox was listed on some of the forms
as beneficiary, his signature was necessary. It wouldn't be
much at all, pleasant even, except for the fact that the
signing was happening under the eyes of one Alvin Kersh. It
was what had prompted Fox to choose this particular outfit.
"Yep. This is what I'm wearing, nothing over it, either."
"Fox, I applaud your intention, hell, I support your
motivation, but as your lover, I have to ask. Have you thought
about what Walter's going to do? He may even understand, but
he's not going to approve, you know that."
"I know. I thought about it, I realize that I'm asking for
it."
"I just hope for your sake he doesn't put you over his knee
right in the bullpen. Still, it's your ass. If you want to do
this, I won't try to force you not to." Alex had knelt up on
the bed, reaching out and pulling his nervous lover close,
hands closing on the lean cheeks that were soon to be in
danger. A warm kiss of reassurance, a quick cuddle, and Alex
had bounded off the bed.
"It's time for me to go, I've got to meet a client. Kiss
Walter for me, and have fun."
"Thanks, Alex." Fox had stolen another kiss, and then Alex was
gone with a grin and a slap to Fox's rear.
"Not funny, Alex!" Fox had called after his retreating lover,
only to hear the rich chuckle drift back up the stairs.
Now, waiting to be let in, and seeing the look on Kersh's
secretary's face, Fox was beginning to think this wasn't such
a great idea. Still, too late now, as she motioned him into
the office. Fox took a deep breath, schooled his features to
what he hoped was an innocent neutrality, and strode in.
Walter was waiting inside, and the warm eyes found his with a
smile, then slowly took on a puzzled look, before showing a
trace of irritation. In the extra chairs, around the
conference table, Fox could see the Director himself, along
with a couple of other high-ranking AD's. Apparently, they'd
come to say their own good-byes. Wishing for the floor to open
up and swallow him, Fox shook hands, making his greetings as
they took their leave. It seemed to take forever, and he could
see them looking from him to Walter, with frank puzzlement and
more than a hint of derision. At last, they left. Fox
swallowed hard, and quickly took a seat.
Kersh had eyed Fox with distaste, and now he smirked somewhat
as he handed over the forms.
"Are you sure about this, Skinner? Most people choose a
competent adult to be in charge of their final affairs."
Fox felt his cheeks heat, but he said nothing, his
embarrassment growing steadily under Kersh's smug gaze. He
signed the papers quickly and sat back in his chair,
determined not to slump. Walter's hand reached out, surprising
Fox as it covered his own clenched one supportively.
"I'm retired now, that's Mr. Skinner to you, and I very much
resent your insults to my chosen life partner. You will
apologize and you will do it now."
Fox held his breath, eyes huge as he waited for a response.
Half of him hoped Kersh would refuse, he'd love to see Walter
'insist'. The other half was appalled that his behavior had
led to the kind of ultimatum situation Walter had successfully
managed to avoid for years.
Kersh looked like he was going to have an apoplectic fit, but
then he forced himself to grind out, "My apologies, Mulder."
"Mr. Mulder. He's retired, too."
"My apologies, Mr. Mulder." Kersh's jaws were locked so tight
Fox expected to hear the bones crunch.
Walter's voice came again, a soft, gentle prompt. "Fox."
Forcing himself to think, Fox stammered slightly. "A-apology
accepted." Fox hated to say it, but he felt he owed it to
Walter, for being deliberately confrontational.
"Now, I believe that's the last form, signed and witnessed. If
there's nothing else, I have some work to do, I'm sure you'll
excuse me."
"Of course." Walter's voice was as level as Kersh's, and in
just a moment, they were on the other side of the door, and
heading down the hall.
"Walter, I'm sorry." Fox's voice held sincere regret, and
Walter reached out, taking his hand and deliberately holding
it as they exited.
"I know. I understand, Fox, I really do."
"I didn't know there would be other people...but that's not
really the point."
"No. It was inappropriate and provocative and it played into
his convictions of you and us. I had hoped to make him have to
change his mind, or at least, force him into treating you like
the incredible individual you are. But that was my
preconception and my own agenda, you shouldn't feel bad about
that part, Fox."
"No, you're right. Shit, Alex tried to get me to reconsider,
but I wouldn't listen."
"Alex tried to warn you, huh? What did he say?"
"That you'd understand, but wouldn't approve."
"He was right."
Fox waited only a moment, but they were coming up on the
corridor that led past the bullpen, and his sense of honor was
screaming at him. He paused them in the hall, glad there was
no one coming either way. He couldn't meet Walter's eyes, and
his heart was pounding like a bass drum.
"He suggested you might decide to punish me in the bullpen.
Walter, th-they all saw me come in. If...if you think you
should... I mean, I deserve... I couldn't blame you..." Fox
trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
Walter's voice was soft as a feather, and his free hand had
come up to cup Fox's face affectionately.
"You couldn't blame me for what?"
"Spanking me. In...in front of everyone." Fox managed the
words, just barely, and was shocked to feel Walter's lips on
his, a warm press of comfort and acceptance.
"No. I hope I would never humiliate you like that, sweetheart.
Don't get me wrong, I am going to bust your ass for this
juvenile stunt. But I'll do it at home, where Alex and I can
love you before, during and after. No fear, beloved."
"No fear, Walter." It was a phrase Alex had started them
using, when they first began spanking him, a way to be sure he
was okay before going forward. It had spread to all of them,
and now, with a wink, Walter walked out of the Hoover building
with Fox proudly by his side.
They were quiet on the way home, but it was comfortable. Fox
wasn't looking forward to his punishment, but he had to admit,
it was well deserved. Walter wasn't angry, but he was still
going to hand out a serious punishment, even if a tiny part of
him admitted Fox's prank had been funny.
Alex's car was in the driveway, and they weren't surprised to
find him reading in the den. He took one look at Fox's face,
then kissed them both.
"Walter, I was here, I knew what he was planning and I didn't
stop him. Part of the blame has to rest with me."
Fox shook his head, even as Walter tapped the ex-assassin on
the nose.
"Nice try, but no sale. He told me you tried to talk him out
of it. Besides, Fox is a big boy, he made a choice, Alex. I'm
not mad, but he has to accept the consequences. Just Fox."
Alex sighed. He hated it when any of them had to be spanked,
but it especially bothered him to see Fox getting spanked. The
only thing that bothered Alex more was when he had to be the
one doing the spanking. At least he was being spared that,
this time.
"Do you want me to stay or go, Fox?" It was always the
spankee's choice, the only perk associated with getting your
ass tanned.
"Go on. You hate it when I'm in trouble, and I'm not upset.
Walter's not angry, he understands. It'll be easy,
emotionally."
Accepting this, Alex reached out, hugging Fox closely. "Call
me if you change your mind. I'll be in the office." Fox
nodded, kissed Alex on both cheeks, and watched him turn to
Walter. "Not interfering with the justice system, Walter, but
I'd like to put in a plea for leniency."
"On what grounds?" Walter knew Alex was sincere in trying to
get Fox off lighter.
"On the grounds that the only intended victim was Kersh." Alex
met Walter's eyes defiantly, and he continued. "He was doing
it for you, Walter, not himself."
Walter's brows drew together as he considered this. "So noted.
I'll take it into account."
Satisfied, Alex kissed Walter's cheek, and headed for the
office. When he was gone, Walter turned to face Fox.
"I'll spare you the lecture, I'm convinced you know what you
did and why it was wrong. I was going to whip you, Fox. Take
my belt to you." Fox swallowed hard, he hated being whipped,
but it would have been fair. "However, your defense attorney,"
Walter arched an eyebrow wryly, "has found an aspect I hadn't
considered. Therefore, sentence has been reduced. You're going
over my knee and I'm just using my hand, but you're going to
be there for a long time, understood?"
"Understood. Thank you, Walter."
"Thank Alex. And now, let's get this over with, okay? I have
some celebrating to do."
Fox nodded, reaching for the fasten on his pants as Walter
took a seat on the oversized ottoman.
Without another word, Fox lowered his pants and underwear to
mid-thigh, and positioned himself somewhat awkwardly over
Walter's thighs. A few minor adjustments, and Fox put his hand
back, offering it to Walter to hold. It was practical, Fox
tended to squirm when he was spanked for a long time, but it
was also his way of admitting how much this spanking was
deserved.
Walter rubbed a hand lightly over the upturned bottom, feeling
Fox startle, then relax. Knowing his lover was ready, Walter
raised his hand high in the air. He brought his hand down hard
on the pale skin, leaving a bright mark. Fox sucked in a
breath, not expecting Walter to start out so hard, but he
didn't fight, only tried to ready himself for the next spank.
It landed just as hard on the other side, and before Fox could
gain control, the third landed in the center of the burning
handprints, connecting them into a solid band.
Sighing his regret, Walter didn't pause, but shaded the whole
backside that same bright pink. The second round of hard slaps
turned the skin more toward red, and the third time Walter
coated Fox's bottom, the shade was fiery magenta. Steeling
himself against Fox's increasing struggles and sounds of pain,
Walter focused on that delicate crease of backside and thigh.
Fox howled, the pain a sharp steady burn on the already
spanked spots, a flash of bright hurt layering with each new
spank.
Finally, his backside steaming, Fox felt Walter let go of his
captive's wrist. Walter's hand, itself nearly numb from
applying the hot pain, was rubbing soothingly up and down
Fox's back.
"It's okay, Fox, it's okay now, all done." Walter murmured
nonsense words until Fox moved, then helped him sit up,
punished rear resting between Walter's thighs, just barely
touching. Fox clung to Walter, soaking up the forgiveness, the
comfort. A moment later, Alex was kneeling beside them, having
heard the long spanking finally end. Between them, they held
Fox until he regained control.
"I'm sorry, Walter. I won't wear it again."
"Now that would be a genuine shame. See, it wasn't what you
wore, it was why and where that got you in trouble. No, you
should wear it again. It's funny and it suits you. But, it's
strictly play clothes, got me?"
"I got you." Fox gave a faint grin, and Walter's mouth settled
against his own, thoroughly forgiving him.
"Hey, you got me, too." Alex pouted it for pure effect, and
soon the three of them were moving the party upstairs,
determined to celebrate Walter's retirement. They were mindful
of Fox's smoldering backside, but soon, the whole affair was
forgotten only to be remembered the next day, when Walter
picked up the discarded tee-shirt, to throw into the washer
along with the threadbare, skintight black jeans Fox had been
wearing.
He held up the shirt, chuckling as he looked at it again.
Black cotton, simple and basic. Red and blue wording that
appeared to have been scribbled by an older child, in crayon.
And the message Fox had specifically chosen to fuck with
Kersh. Shaking his head Walter read the words again:
"My imaginary friend thinks you have a mental problem."
THE END.
One Size Fits All
by Raven
The guard looked up and down, then back up into Fox's eyes.
She said nothing, but he caught the glimmer of amusement, and
a corner of her mouth twitched. She checked the list, and
picked up a phone for a moment. The check was completed
quickly and she handed him the pass and temporary ID badge.
