Title: Morning Glow Author: Batela Category: Skinner and Scully and Mulder, oh my! Rating: definitely NC-17 Disclaimer: Now, Chris Carter, you are a grown man and if you don't know what to do with these three wonderful people you created, than please call me and I will tell you in graphic detail. Don't let Fox studios boss you around so much. Archive: since I am new to all this, I haven't figured out exactly what archive means, but if someone wants to post this story to their site, by all means do so, just be sure to give credit where credit is due, and let me know what you did. Email:batela@angelfire.com Morning Glow By Batela The winter storm blew hard against the car; the visibility level went to zero as the snow swirled on the windshield. Scully glanced over at the driver. "Go ahead and say it, Scully, you won't be happy until you do. Say, 'Mulder, I told you we should have gotten rooms in the city until the storm settled down.' Please, feel free." "No kidding." A third voice piped up from the back seat. "Where the hell are we, Mulder?" "How should I know, Sir, I'm just the chauffeur. Somewhere north." Skinner snorted. Earlier that morning they had started out for a training exercise in the Catskills. Mulder hated training exercises, they bored Scully, and Skinner decided to go with them since he had an A.D.'s meeting at the same complex. What bright yuppie decided to have this all in upstate New York in February, they didn't know. They got into Albany airport as the flurries started; Mulder talked them into driving out right away instead of waiting to see what the storm was going to do. Skinner glared at the genius behind the wheel. "Look, there's a motel." Scully pointed to the left. Mulder could barely make out the building. Hoping there was no hidden ditch, he steered slowly toward it. "It doesn't look inhabited." Skinner squinted out the window as they drew close. There were no lights anywhere, not even smoke from a chimney. "Looks like an old B&B." Mulder said, turning off the engine. He could make out a shingle blowing precariously in the wind. "Well, we may as well check it out." They tightened their coats, got out, ran to the back of the car to get their bags and ran for the front door of the building. The screened in porch kept out most of the snow so that they were able to see into the windows. It was empty. Skinner tried the doorknob, finding it locked. He stepped back and gave it a hard kick. "My hero," Scully muttered as she filed in past him. They dropped their bags on the floor and each went to search a different direction. Thirty minutes later, they met back up in the main lobby. "I found the basement, no oil or gas for a heater. Not that I could find the heater. I did find dried rations. We could break up some furniture and get a fire going in the fireplace," Mulder said, gesturing toward the pit at the far end of the room. "I found the kitchen, no fresh food, but there are some old pots and pans, some silverware. We can melt snow for water. No gas or oil in the stove. Water heater is dead, too. I did find candles," Skinner reported, holding up a hand full of hurricane candles and a box of matches. "Bedrooms seem intact. Windows secure no hibernating animals or people. I suggest we pull mattresses out here so that we can stay somewhat warm with the fireplace. There are plenty of blankets, we should be alright if we pile them on." Scully dropped an armload of the blankets on a nearby chair. "Alright, people, let's get it together," Skinner ordered. They broke up some chairs first and built a fire. Scully cracked a window open slightly to let out the CO2 just in case the chimney was blocked. From the nearest rooms, they dragged out three mattresses and as many blankets that they could find, along with pillows. Mulder seemed completely baffled by the dried food rations. He tried to give them to Scully, who gave him her best drop dead glare, so Skinner took them from him. Skinner had not only been a Marine, but he had also been a Boy Scout. "You've been his partner for five years, Scully, why haven't you killed him yet?" Skinner asked her. She shrugged. "He has his moments. This is just not one of them." Mulder hmpfd on his way, reluctantly, outside to get snow to melt down for water. After dinner, Scully found a deck of cards and made the men play a few rounds of poker, using Mulder's sunflower seeds to place bets with. "What, Scully, no strip poker? You're no fun today," he whined, teasing her. He knew she would never have agreed to play for clothing. Not that it was warm enough to strip; they were all still shivering a bit. When Scully won the last pile of seeds, she decided that she would be warmer under the covers. She went to change into her sweats and snuggled under the blankets, ignoring the guys begging for a chance to get their seeds back. Pathetic, she thought, from under a ton of blankets. Muttering, the men went to get into their sweats. After what seemed an eternity, Scully still couldn't sleep, she was too cold. Her insides quaked with shivers, her teeth chattering. Suddenly she heard Mulder get up. "Scully, push over." He flung his pillow down next to her and piled on his blankets. He got under all of them, turning her around so that he could spoon against her back. With his added warmth, she didn't argue. It certainly wasn't the first time they had to snuggle for warmth. And weren't they on their way to another conference at the time? "I refuse to sing to you this time, Mulder," she said between chatters. She could feel his chuckle against her back and his breath on her neck, tickling her ear. The sensation created a strange rush in her lower belly. Skinner got up and added more wood to the fire, sitting down in front of it, warming his hands. She could see the flames gleaming off of his head. He looked faintly ominous in the red glow. "But, Scully, how can I sleep without my song?" "Shut up, Mulder." "Please, just one stanza of my song?" he begged. Suddenly a rich baritone filled the room. Scully looked over her shoulder at Mulder and then they both looked to the fireplace. "Morning glow, morning glow, first a glimmer when you know…….." They sat up, awed and surprised at this side of their A.D. that they didn't know existed. By the time Skinner finished with "Morning Glow" from the musical Pippin, they were suitably impressed. What a voice! He looked back at them and shrugged. "I was also in the glee club." "Just a little joiner, huh?" Mulder teased him. Scully pinched his shoulder. "At least he doesn't make dogs howl with his voice." She got back at him. The last time Mulder sang to the radio, Scully almost pulled his vocal cords out. Singing was one of the very few things that Mulder couldn't do. "Well, just for that magnificent concert, push your mattress over here. Get in next to me and we should all be warm in no time. Especially me. Three under here will be a lot warmer than two," Scully the doctor ordered him. She could have sworn that he blushed. Must have been the heat from the fire. They shifted the blankets to the center of the two mattresses and got in. Scully turned so that she faced Mulder, who was a back sleeper. She was used to his chest, not Skinner's. She could feel Skinner next to her, knew he was uncomfortable with the situation. Self-preservation ruled, however, he needed to be warm, too. He tried to keep himself at a polite distance. Men, she thought. She turned from Mulder's arms for a moment and gently yanked on Skinner's arm, insisting that he spoon against her back, pulling his arm across her waist. "This is no time to be polite or for feelings of homophobia. We need to stay warm," Mulder muttered at him, pulling at Skinner's long arm until it was over his waist also and placed his own hands on the man's back. Scully could feel Skinner's hard torso against her back, his long legs molding to hers. She tried not to think about what else she could feel. It was a while until Scully could feel Skinner relax enough to start to fall asleep under their furnace of blankets and body heat. God, he felt good, the unbidden thought came to her. Mulder smelled good, and Skinner felt good. She hoped this night would end soon or it just might kill her. The heat put her to sleep soon after Skinner. Mulder, well, Mulder could sleep through an alien invasion. Scully awoke shortly before dawn. She scrubbed her eyes, opening them to see familiar hazel ones watching her. What? Her own blues questioned him silently. He reached up and pushed a lock of red hair from her face. Hesitantly, he touched her lower lip. She thought for a moment of the consequences. Well, they certainly couldn't do more than a kissing experiment, not with Skinner asleep behind her. She flicked his finger with her tongue. His eyes widened in surprise. Mulder leaned in and gently kissed her. His lips were soft and warm, she thought. She knew that from his kissing her cheek now and again, but this…………. Skinner didn't get much sleep, with his face practically buried in fragrant red hair, leaning against her soft curves. They didn't know that he was awake to witness their first kiss. He could tell by their hesitancy that they hadn't done that before. He was actually amazed, considering the office rumors and how obviously close they've been to each other almost since the day they met. Skinner had been sure that they had been together already. He had been a little jealous of Mulder, even going so far as to hire an assistant that was small and red, looking a lot like Scully. Mulder hadn't even noticed. His attention was obviously somewhere else. As it was now, since he hadn't noticed Skinner was watching them. He had to wonder about an agent of his whose observation skills were so lacking as to not notice someone next to him watching him. Scully could feel herself melting as Mulder kissed her so expertly, so softly and sweetly. His tongue caressed the inside of her mouth making her wish they were alone to find out what else he could caress that well. She gasped as he ran a thumb over her nipple. "Would you two like me to leave?" a voice behind her said softly. They both jumped apart. "Uh, Sir, we uh……that is………" Scully turned onto her back so that she could see him, as he leaned on his elbow looking down at them. He shushed her. "It's alright, Scully." Mulder felt his throat constrict as he was caught red-handed, as it were. Damn, snagged, he thought. He looked up at his boss who was still looking at Scully's face, her lips puffy from being kissed. He thought for a moment and decided that he was right in what he was seeing. Skinner wanted Scully, also. Well, not one be selfish……… Scully looked over to him as he put his hand on her stomach. Was he kidding? With Skinner here? She glanced up at Skinner again, who was trying not to look at Mulder's finger that was stroking an exposed patch of milky white skin at her waist. Yes, Skinner's brown eyes did seem to be darkening, his breathing was slightly uneven. Scully hesitantly reached up and stroked a pulsing vein in his neck. Skinner felt her touch shock him to the core. Were they actually inviting him in? Mulder was watching his reaction. Yes, his eyes held an invitation. "This is your call, Scully. What do you want to do about this?" Skinner asked softly. "I want you both," she whispered. Skinner looked at Mulder. "Are you ok with this?" he asked the younger man. "I trust you in my space," Mulder said. Scully put her hand on the back of Skinner's neck, encouraging him down to her. He bent his head and gently brushed her mouth, giving her a chance to change her mind. He looked into her eyes, their color deepened with desire. His drew his breath in a shudder as he bent down again, kissing her with more force, his tongue dipped in to stroke her own silky tongue. Mulder gently worked her sweatshirt up over her ribs. He stopped long enough to rudely lift Skinner's face from Scully's so that he could lift the shirt off of her. Skinner quickly took his own off. "As you were," Mulder nodded at them. Scully laughed and pulled Skinner back down. Mulder knew what he wanted and there they were in all their pink glory. He put out a tongue to taste the tip of her nipples. They hardened up into little pebbles making her gasp and grab his hair. Ooh, sensitive, he thought. He paused long enough to get his shirt off and went back to her breasts. Oh, God, thought Scully, as she stroked their backs. Mulder lean and wiry, Skinner strong and muscled. Both of them were perfect and they both wanted her. She was amazed that this was happening since for the past five years she couldn't make up her mind which one she wanted more. Her fantasies were fairly even, half Mulder, half Skinner. And what Mulder was doing to her breasts, she was sure she was going to come fairly soon if she didn't stop him. She tore her mouth from Skinner's. "Mulder, if you don't stop that, I won't last much longer," she warned him. "Oh, I think we can keep you going," he said with a glint in his eyes. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her sweats and eased them off her. He smiled at her sensible white cotton underwear. How Scully-like. And they were wet. He bent down and gently grabbed them with his teeth, being careful not to pull a silky auburn hair as he pulled her panties off with his teeth. He looked up to see them both watching him. "Mulder, I think you've been watching too many pornos," Skinner said. Mulder smiled. "Hey, what can I say, I am where I want to be." he said and buried his face between Scully's legs. He gazed at her wet pink flesh and gently ran his tongue over her clit. He was immediately gratified when she arched her back and screeched his name. Hmmm, Skinner thought, can't let a younger man out-maneuver me, and shucked off his sweats. He leaned down and took the nearest nipple into his mouth, stroking and pulling on the other one, molding her breast with his huge hand. He tugged a nipple with his teeth and lips, alternately sucking hard and then gently licking. Abruptly a thought occurred to him. "Mulder, did you bring protection?" he asked the man below. Mulder paused, lifting his head. His chin and mouth were covered with Scully's juices. "No, I didn't. It didn't occur to me that I would need any." They looked at Scully. It took a moment until she was able to think clearly. "Um, are you both clean?" she asked. Yes, they were. People in their line of work tend to get shot often and are familiar with their own blood history. "Well, you know I'm not fertile. I don't mind as long as you don't. I trust you both." Mulder crawled up to her and kissed her. She could taste herself on his mouth. She cleaned his chin and cheeks with her tongue and suddenly leaned over to kiss Skinner. Skinner could taste her but wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about it since it was also mixed with Mulder's saliva. Mulder could see his hesitancy. "Hey, relax," the man said, brushing his shoulder gently. "No harm, no foul. You've never been with more than one partner at a time, have you?" he asked. Skinner shook his head. "Well, I have been with more than one woman at a time, while I was in the service, but I haven't shared with a man before," he confessed. "It's ok." Mulder said calmly. "Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. Just relax, be accepting and receptive. It's inevitable that a few firsts will happen due to our closeness and the lack of condoms but if you just relax and accept it, you'll enjoy yourself. If you want something, just ask. Stop if you need to." Skinner was beginning to see why Scully was so close to Mulder; he wasn't always a smart-ass, he had a gentle protective side. But what exactly was he offering here? Mulder never struck him as being bisexual. The man was full of surprises. Skinner suddenly remembered a reoccurring dream that he had had since the first time he had met Mulder. A man had never entered his dreams until them. Never having been attracted to another man before, Skinner placed himself in denial about it. Would two dreams actually come true tonight? What would happen to them once they got back to the office? Scully looked at her partner also. Did he just make a tentative offer to their boss? Mulder looked down into her eyes, slightly nervous that she was repelled. She smiled at him, her eyes telling him that it was ok, she could accept what ever he needed her to. Skinner could see them saying something to each other silently and envied them their closeness. He had never been that in touch with someone else, not even his wife before she died. "Tell us what you want, Scully," Mulder said, gently stroking a breast. Her breathing was picking up again. "Everything," she gasped, pulling at both of them. Mulder bent down to cover her mouth, his tongue invading, as Skinner made his way down her body, his huge hands roaming over every inch of her flesh, easily surrounding her small breasts, gently tweaking her nipples. As Skinner parted her thighs and dipped his tongue in to taste her, Mulder sat back. Scully looked at him, suddenly bereft of his warmth. "I want to watch you with him first," he said softly, stroking her hair. "Enjoy him." He kissed her lightly and sat back again, gently stroking himself. He saw Skinner looking up at him, watching him stroke. Mulder smiled at him, daring him to watch. Skinner flushed and turned back to Scully. Well now, Mulder thought to himself, possibilities presenting themselves by the dozen. Scully arched her back as Skinner found a particularly sensitive spot. She gripped his hands tightly pulling him up and over her, wrapping her arms around his trim waist, her fingers dancing over his wide shoulders and back down to his rock hard butt as he devoured her mouth with his. His weight felt so good over her tiny body, she felt surrounded, protected. "Take me now, I want to feel you inside of me," she whispered in his ear as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him inside of her. Skinner lowered himself into her, feeling like he was ready to burst as he felt her tight hot walls surround him. He began gently with her, afraid to crush her she was so small under him. "Harder, faster," she whispered, pleading with him, sobbing with need. He drove into her, pleased when she gripped him harder, her teeth biting into his shoulder. Her hands grabbed his butt urging him faster and harder as requested. He raised up unto his hands, shifting his knees a bit for more balance and slammed into her. "Oh, God, yes, that's it!" she screamed, clutching the sheets with her fists as he rammed into her again and again until he came, shooting his semen deep into her. He knew he'd come before her so he put his hand between them and found her clit, stroking and rubbing her. Scully came for him seconds later, her vaginal walls clamping down around him like a vice grip. "Oh my God, Walter," she groaned. Surprised to hear his name, he raised his head. She opened one eye. "I refused to call you Sir at a time like this." He chuckled, moving off her. She groaned again, clutching herself between her legs. Concerned, he sat up. Mulder scooted closer, touching her shoulder. "Are you alright, Dana, did I hurt you?" Skinner looked horrified. Scully sat up and hugged him, stroking his back. "I'm fine. You were perfect. Just aftershock tremors. I feel like I'm still coming." She kissed him, soothing his frazzled nerves. "Let me see if that pan of water is still warm and I'll get you a damp cloth," he offered, placing her in Mulder's arms. Scully lay back down, pulling Mulder with her. She pushed him down first, placing her head on his shoulder. Skinner called over to them that he needed to get more snow to boil down and went out onto the porch, a blanket wrapped around him. "Why did you let him go first, Mulder?" she asked him quietly. He stroked her hair, gently kissing her forehead. She could feel him smile against her. "Purely selfish reasons. I wanted to watch you come. And if it won't totally gross you out, I want to taste both of you. It's ok if you don't want me to." His finger was making figure eight patterns on her shoulder. He seemed nervous. Scully got up on one elbow to look at him. "Why didn't you tell me you were bi? You've told me everything else." He shrugged. "I don't know, I guess the subject just never came up. I couldn't just walk into the office one day and say oh by the way, Scully, I'm bisexual. I haven't been with a man longer than I haven't been with a woman, so I really didn't think about it." She appeared to be thinking about it as she traced his pouty lower lip. "I don't mind, Mulder. Not if he doesn't. But I think you'd better say something to him about it, just to see where he stands on the subject. He was a Marine, remember. I don't want to have to patch you up after he's finished punching you out." "Oh, I have a feeling that he's at least curious. I don't think that you noticed some of the looks he was giving me as I masturbated while watching you two." Scully felt her eyebrows go up. "Really?" she smiled. "Can I watch?" Mulder leaned back, shocked. "Scully!" "What did she do?" Skinner asked, approaching them. "She just managed to shock me with a not so prim and proper request. Do you know how hard it is to shock me?" Scully laughed, her fair skin turning red. "Water should be warm enough soon. What did she say?" Skinner asked, sitting beside them. Well, now or never, thought Mulder. "I told her I wanted to taste you and she asked if she could watch." Skinner's mouth open and shut making him look like a trout. Mulder smiled at him as he turned Scully on her back. "However right now, Scully won't be needing a washcloth. This is why I wanted you to go first." Mulder lifted Scully's legs, placing them on his shoulders. He gently opened her pussy, gazing at her wetness. She smelled like sex, musky and salty. God, she smelled good. She was soaked with hers and Skinner's juices. The sheet under her was wet with run-off. Mulder stroked a finger over her clit and dipped it down into her vagina, playing in their juices. He lifted his sopping finger to his mouth, making sure they were both watching, and licked the taste of them off. Mulder could taste both Scully's female musk and Skinner's milky bittersweet salt. He bent his head and took a long deep swipe with his tongue, drinking them. He tongued her gently, seeing that she was a bit red from being well-fucked. Scully leaned back down, blindly finding Skinner's hand with hers, lacing her fingers with his. Mulder's tongue was doing incredible things to her, slowly and softly going from her clit down to her ass, making sure he got every drop of their cum. When he was sure, he crawled up her body and offered her his mouth so that she could taste, also. Not ready to taste Mulder's mouth directly, Skinner took their taste from Scully's mouth. Scully surprised Mulder once more by sitting up and turning him onto his back. She sat back and looked at him, taking in every detail of his lean swimmer's body. She stroked his nipples, delighting in turning them into hard pebbles. She leaned down, touching them with her tongue, tasting the salt of his skin. Mulder moaned, stroking her hair. Scully made her way down to his belly, dipping her tongue into his deep navel before going further down to nuzzle his crinkly dark brown pubic hair. She stopped for a moment, looking at him, taking a deep breath of him. He smelled of clean sweat and of male musk. She urged his legs wider so that she could run her tongue along the inside of his thighs and up to the valley between his balls and leg junction. "God, Scully, stop teasing," he begged her hoarsely. Skinner could feel himself getting hard again. He was enjoying watching them together. He wasn't sure what to do about Mulder's comment about tasting him, though. Part of him wanted to allow it, the other part could feel social pressures telling him it would be wrong. He'd seen what that pouty mouth did to Scully and wanted to feel it wrapped around his own cock just as Scully was now wrapping her mouth around Mulder. He quietly got up and wet a washcloth to clean himself off. He loved the taste and feel of Scully, but the cold cum on his cock was a bit nasty. A small voice in the back of his mind suggested that if he had asked, Mulder would have cleaned him off, too. Mulder did say to ask if he wanted anything. He sat back down again just in time to steady Scully as she straddled Mulder's hips, easing herself down over his cock. They moaned together as she sat all the way down, burying him deep inside of her. Scully could feel the pressures building again as she rocked against Mulder, her hips moving in small circles, up and down. She leaned forward a little, rubbing her clit into his pubic hair. Mulder lifted his head a little, catching a nipple as it swung close to his mouth. He gripped it gently in his teeth, worrying it with his tongue as his hands gripped Scully's butt, pulling her tighter against him. She bit back a scream, clenching her thighs against his hips, rocking harder. Mulder sat up abruptly, keeping her on him. He settled her onto his thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. Sitting on his lap, facing him, Scully wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her mouth on his, she caressed his tongue and the inside of his mouth. She suddenly buried her face in his neck, grabbing his hair as she came again. Mulder's hands clenched her butt, pulling her tighter against him as he shot inside of her. Next to them, Skinner also came again, stroking himself. They were beautiful together, he thought, wondering why they invited him in. They collapsed, entangled in each other, exhausted. Scully pulled Mulder down to her breast, stroking his hair, too tired to even speak. She looked up bleary-eyed and pulled Skinner down to her other breast, planting a loving kiss on his smooth head. Sleep quickly over-came them all. Skinner woke up first, sunlight streaming into the room. He gently disentangled himself and went to replenish the fire and put more water on to boil. Mulder and Scully were still dead to the world after he'd eaten some oatmeal and managed to get a sponge bath and shave in. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stood looking out the window. The world had turned completely white. Even the car was buried. He ignored the chill creeping through the glass, watching a snowshoe rabbit as it dug up something. Well, if they needed to, he could set a trap and they could at least have a fresh meal later on. He was having a hard time believing what had happened last night. Not that he hadn't wanted Scully since the day he met her, but he, like everyone else, had thought that she and Mulder were an item, so to speak. Normally the FBI didn't allow co-workers to become romantically involved, it was bad for morale, but since these two seemed to be better as they got closer, Skinner ignored the rumors and just let the two of them be. He certainly couldn't ask Scully out for a date, not while he was her superior. During the short times that he wasn't, he still felt that he couldn't cut in on Mulder. Mulder. Never once had Skinner thought about being with any man. Not that he hadn't been asked, a surprising number of offers coming from the FBI's weight room. One look at his physique, which he was rightfully proud of, and several married men practically drooled over him. He kept quiet about it, don't ask, don't tell. He was asked, but he wouldn't tell, not unless someone couldn't take no for an answer. Once in a while he caught himself looking at Mulder, but he told himself that he was just curious about his best agent and what made him tick. A sound behind him alerted him that someone was waking up. A brief glance showed him a tawny back and brown hair. "There's oatmeal and washing water," Skinner said quietly. Mulder grunted, the male version of good morning thank you. Skinner tried to ignore that tight butt as Mulder unselfconconsciously made his way out to the porch to pee in a bush. That boy was going to be the death of him, Skinner thought to himself, feeling his face heat up. Ten minutes later Skinner still stood by the window, letting the sun soak into his chest. A movement behind him and Mulder sat on the arm of the couch next to him, wrapped in a blanket, digging into a bowl of oatmeal. His hair was wet with wash water and a streak of soap was by an ear making him look so young. Skinner could see the boy in him. Mulder looked up at him. "Are you alright?" he asked Skinner around a mouth full of oatmeal. Skinner still wasn't use to this serious gentle side of Mulder. He made Skinner feel as though he could say anything and Mulder would accept it no questions asked. "Ya, I'm just thinking." Skinner could feel the curious gaze. "I was wondering why I was invited in." He winced, he couldn't believe he actually said the words out loud, his voice betraying him like that. Mulder put the bowl down, looking at Skinner like he was a piece of evidence. Skinner would swear that the man was looking into his very soul. Damn the man. "I have a better question," Mulder said softly. "Who convinced you that you weren't worth loving?" To Skinner's utter horror, he felt tears overcome him. He turned to walk out of the room when Mulder stopped him, placing a hand on his arm. "Come here, big guy," he said, putting his arms around Skinner's shoulders, pulling his head down to Mulder's own shoulders. He tried to pull away but Mulder wouldn't let him go so he let the tears go instead, soaking the blanket and Mulder's shoulder. After a few minutes, the tension released, Mulder reached behind him and pulled the sheet off the couch, dust raining in the air. At least the couch was clean. He pushed Skinner down onto the couch, sitting next to him, pulling the blanket close for warmth. Skinner wiped his face. "Don't tell the Marines I did that," he joked weakly. "Never, scout's honor." Mulder held up two fingers. Skinner didn't comment that Mulder was never a boy scout. Mulder waited for him to talk. Expressing his feelings wasn't something Skinner did easily, as his wife could have attested to had she been still alive. It was the reason she'd left him. "My mother died in childbirth, my father was killed during the Korean War. My grandparents raised me, never letting me forget that I killed my mother." Mulder closed his eyes, touching Skinner's shoulder. "I know that her death wasn't my fault, I didn't ask to be born, but it took me a long time to learn that. I thought I had overcome it. I didn't realize that I still had some of their accusations running around inside of me." He looked down to discover his hand in Mulder's. "Look at me." Mulder said, gently shaking Skinner's shoulder. He waited until Skinner's watery brown eyes met his. "Since you say you know that you didn't cause your Mother's death, I will tell you what you obviously don't know. Ignoring the fact that you are a very good looking man, and that I have noticed not only the women but also some of the men eyeballing your tight butt; you are honest, dedicated, honorable, and a gentleman, you are the only other person besides Scully that I would trust with my life. "You have proven yourself to me, to us. I know that you have puppet masters, I won't ask why you allow it, and that sometimes you have to do something that you don't want to, but in the end you always manage to help us. I am actually surprised that the Consortium hasn't taken you out yet, considering all the trouble you put them through. Almost as much trouble as me. I think you stand third in the trouble line." At Skinner's curious gaze, Mulder said, "After me and Krycek." Skinner chuckled. Mulder couldn't remember if he had ever seen the A.D. laugh before, much less smile. He was always so serious. "We invited you in because you are one of us, one of our small team. Scully and I have never done anything together, never even kissed. We haven't discussed reasons but I think it was because we were afraid that a physical relationship would ruin our working relationship. When I woke up last night, looking at her lying on my chest, I knew it was the right time and your being there made it perfect. We really didn't intend to wake you up, much less do anything beyond a kiss, but I think that a part of us wanted you to see us, be with us. This was our first time together and it was only right that you were there, too. We welcomed you to be with us because you are very worth loving, Walter. Keep telling yourself that. Say it over and over until you believe it." Mulder squeezed his hand and neck as if to shake it into Skinner's brain. Skinner brought his feet up to rest on the table in front of them, gently disengaging his hand to wrap his arms around his knees. "Can I ask you something?" he said, looking at the floor. Mulder knew what was coming and leaned back, ready for it. "Sure, anything." He opened himself up. Skinner picked at the edge of his towel. "Were you serious about, well, about tasting me?" Skinner's hands shook a little. "Yes, I was. I don't want to scare you off, though. I won't touch you if you don't want me to." Mulder tried to reassure the man. "Are you bi?" Skinner asked. It was a bit late for the don't ask don't tell policy. "Yes, although I do prefer women. I am comfortable with men once in a while. It isn't often that I am attracted to one." "And you are to me?" Skinner said softly. "Yes." "I've never even thought about another man, much less touched one," Skinner admitted. "How can you………when did you first………?" "Well, I was in college actually, the first time. Europe is more open about such things. My roommate was gay, it never bothered me. I came in from classes one day to find him sitting on the bed, waiting for me to get in. He started yelling about me driving him nuts, sound familiar? and that I needed to either tell him to find another roommate or kiss him. Well, you know what a curious kind of guy I am, so I kissed him. One thing led to another and………" Skinner was silent, his fingers nervously picking at the fabric. Mulder had never seen Skinner nervously pick at anything before. "If you'd like to try something, just ask," Mulder said gently, "No strings attached. We can stop if you don't like it, I won't try anything again unless you ask me to." Skinner's mouth felt dry and his chest tight. "Could I, uh, could we try just, a uh, a kiss?" he asked hoarsely. He could see out of the corner of his eye Mulder reach out and gently take his hand again, this time caressing his inner wrist with a thumb. "Look at me," Mulder said softly. It took a finger under his chin to get him to look up. Hazel eyes looked closely at him as if testing the waters. Skinner fought a shiver as Mulder leaned in closer, stopping briefly, giving Skinner a chance to back away before brushing his lips across Skinner's own. When he didn't back away from it, Mulder leaned in again, placing his mouth more firmly over Skinner's encouraging him to open up. Neither of them noticed Scully sitting on the bed watching them. Skinner felt his heart beating in his throat as Mulder leaned in closer, feeling another man's mouth for the first time. Expecting to be repulsed, he was surprised at how soft and sweet Mulder's lips were, how gently they caressed his mouth. He tasted like oatmeal and toothpaste. Mulder leaned back to look at him. "More?" he asked quietly. Skinner could only nod, not trusting his traitorous voice. Mulder kissed him again, this time suckling on Skinner's lower lip, tentatively gliding his tongue over it. Instinctively, Skinner opened his mouth, silently inviting Mulder to enter in. Mulder released his hand and took Skinner's face firmly between his hands, placing his mouth firmly on Skinner's, dancing his tongue along the inside of Skinner's mouth, caressing the silky softness of his tongue. Skinner's voice played traitor again, releasing a moan of pleasure. Mulder leaned back, smiling at him, caressing the side of Skinner's neck. He let his blanket fall open, letting Skinner gaze at his nude body. "What would you like to try next?" Mulder asked him. A squeak across the room startled them. They spotted Scully wide awake and watching them. Skinner felt his cheeks flush. He buried his face along the back of the couch making Mulder laugh gently at him. He felt a hand rub his head. "Sorry, I was trying to get comfortable." Scully said, coming over to them, wrapped in a blanket. "I didn't mean to make you stop." She sat down on the other side of Skinner. She rubbed his shoulders. "It's ok, Walter, I want you to enjoy yourself. You looked good with Mulder, don't stop." She reassured him. He looked up at her. "You're not repulsed?" he was sure she was going to send them both packing out into the snow. "No, of course not. I heard what Mulder said to you. I've been awake since he came over here. Love has nothing to do with gender, Walter. Let yourself love and be loved. We pleasured each other last night, now let Mulder pleasure you. Don't be afraid of him." She gently pushed him back into Mulder's arms. Skinner looked at Mulder, who was waiting for the older man to decide what he wanted. Skinner hesitantly lifted a hand, touching Mulder's hair, its fluffy softness, caressing his way to Mulder's cheek bone and lips. The man's neck was also soft, making Skinner wonder if he used skin lotion. His shoulders, arms and chest were lean with swimmer's muscles, the hair on his chest sparse, leaving his nipples tantalizingly bare. Skinner must have made an aborted move toward them without realizing it. "It's ok. Taste." Mulder put his hand on the back of Skinner's neck, reassuring him. Skinner leaned down, hesitantly flicking his tongue at a hard pebble. Hmm, salt and soap. Mulder cradled his head, caressing him, Scully's warmth behind him a calming influence. He took the nipple into his mouth, giving it a suckle. Mulder gasped. "Oh, that's perfect," he said in a strangled voice. Skinner sat up, looking into his hazel eyes before initiating a kiss. He tasted the inside of Mulder's mouth before releasing him. "Would you……touch me?" he asked Mulder hesitantly. "What would you like? This?" Mulder found a nipple in all the chest hair and took it between his fingers, squeezing it, rubbing it. Skinner groaned. "Or maybe this?" Fingers made their way slowly down Skinner's rock hard abdomen into the crinkly black hairs under the towel. As Mulder's hand closed around his cock, Mulder looked closely at him, to see if he was going to bolt. When Skinner didn't, Mulder gave the cock a rub. "Oh, God that feels good." Skinner moaned. "Would you like me to suck it? Can I taste you, Walter?" Mulder asked him, not wanting to go to far for the man. "Please………" Skinner begged him. Mulder got up, letting the blanket fall to the floor for him to kneel on. Skinner reached over to grab Scully's hand, which she willingly gave him, lacing their fingers. Mulder gently pushed Skinner's legs apart, tugging the towel off him. He knelt between Skinner's legs. He gently blew on the tip of his penis, making Skinner clench his thigh muscles. Expecting to have his penis engulfed, he was surprised to feel his balls gently laved. Mulder suckled at them, cleaning them of salty sweat before making his way up the underside of Skinner's cock to flick his tongue at the tip, licking off a pearly drop of dew. Mulder drew Skinner into his mouth, feeling his jaw stretch with the girth. Mulder's penis may have been a little longer, but Skinner's was definitely wider. He gently ran his teeth around the head making Skinner gasp and buck his hips. He dropped Scully's hand and wove his fingers in Mulder's thick hair, urging him faster. This had to count among the most amazing things Scully had ever seen. These two men, her guys, loving each other. She could see Skinner's balls tighten up and knew he was about to come into Mulder's mouth. Skinner could have very easily growled at Mulder to find another cock to play with, but he didn't. He was bravely discovering a part of himself that he didn't know existed, a part that was clearly enjoying a new game. Skinner did growl now, but it was as he came. Mulder licked him clean and sat back. Scully could swear he was purring like a well fed cat as he stood up, kissing both of them, feeding them both Skinner's semen from his mouth. Skinner opened his eyes to find Mulder's erection very close as Mulder was leaning over to kiss Scully. Mulder straightened up and saw him staring at the cock. Skinner looked up into Mulder's face, uncertain. Mulder gently caressed the side of his face. "Nothing you don't want to do. I can take care of it myself, or ask Scully to help me, if you're not ready to try that." Skinner licked his lips and hesitantly reached out to touch him. He wiped a drop of pre-cum off the tip and brought it to his mouth for a taste. Bitter, salty, not much different from his own, maybe a bit more musky flavored. It tasted good. He could feel Mulder's hips shiver at his brief touch, but the man just stood still, waiting for Skinner's decision. Skinner leaned forward, gently taking Mulder's cock in his hand, automatically wrapping his fingers around it as though it were his own, milking it, running his thumb along the edge of the circumcised head. He flicked out his tongue, tasting it directly. Nope, no repulsion, so he did it again. Mulder was starting to squirm. "Have you heard the term cock-tease before, Walter?" Mulder asked hoarsely. Skinner smiled just as he opened his mouth to take Mulder in. Mulder's skin was like velvet. He was close to coming, having held back with as much restraint as he could muster while breaking in Skinner. He put his hands on the sides of Skinner's head, unable to wait anymore, and pushed one head into the other. Skinner fought a gag reflex, hearing Scully next to him whispering to loosen his throat muscles, say Ahh for the doctor. Skinner took a deep breath through his nose and made himself loosen up. Yes, much better, he was beginning to enjoy getting his mouth fucked. He could feel Mulder's balls tighten up just before a stream of thick cum shot down his throat. Skinner tried to swallow all of it, but Mulder was too fast, some of it dribbling out the side of his mouth. Well, a little messy, but worth a second try a bit later. Mulder collapsed on top of Skinner, straddling his lap, his face buried in the man's neck, breathing fast and deep. He looked up, laughing. "God, Walter! Remind me never to dare you at anything. Who knows which dare you'll accept." He fell to the side across Scully's lap, his legs still on Skinner's. Scully leaned down, smiling, to kiss him. "I hope you two realize that our car is buried in a snow bank so we will be here a while. I will fully expect to be properly attended to by the both of you," she said regally, screeching when they both attacked a nipple each. The End, for now.