From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  WALTER SKINNER   
   Author:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Pairing:  Walter Skinner and Alex Krycek   
   Rating:  NC-17  FRAO   
   Warning:  Explicit M/M sex scenes   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter.  I just    
                let them have a lot more fun.   
   Summary:  Walter Skinner decides to retire.   
      
   WALTER SKINNER   
      
      
   There are cock suckers and then there are cock   
   suckers.  Some, just barely do it.  They hold and work   
   the shaft with one hand while vigorously sucking the   
   tip until their partner comes.  They do it just to get   
   it done back to them.  There are some who do it so   
   their partner will turn over and let them have what   
   they can't get any where else; a tight willing channel   
   to fuck.  Some do it lovingly to bring their partners   
   as much pleasure as possible; out of love.  Then there   
   are those who do it because they need it they crave   
   it.  They start at their partners inner thigh; tongue   
   their way up to nuzzle the ball sack; lingering licks   
   over the roughened texture of the sack and shuddering   
   with pleasure at each gasp from their partner.  They   
   touch, lick, kiss and smell every fraction of skin and   
   revel in it.  They nuzzle their noses and lips in all   
   the tiny places; tongue darting, probing everywhere     
   They spend long lavish moments savoring every aspect   
   of the erection; the feel of it on their finger tips,   
   the heft of it in their hands, the look of it as it   
   bobs for attention, the feel of it against their cheek   
   and tongue, the taste unlike anything else ever.  They   
   caress their partner's groin, run fingers through the   
   curly hair, trail fingers through sensitive areas;   
   palm the buttocks holding it closer.  Their partners   
   screams of delight and completion are music to their   
   ears; the taste, nectar for the Gods.  To them cock   
   sucking is a life experience; one to be savored;  a   
   gift to be given and received;  A full body experience   
   of touch, sight, smell, taste and sound; a true work   
   of physical art to be treasured.  This was the   
   category that Walter Skinner was in.   
      
   Walter didn't indulge very much.  In fact, quite   
   seldom.  His job as Assistant Director at the FBI left   
   him little time to savor the pleasures of life.  His   
   marriage had gone down the drain after 17 years and he   
   had eased the loneliness and empty personal life by   
   lengthening his work hours.  Walter often played both   
   sides of the fence.  If he had to state a preference,   
   sexually, he would prefer men but women were a lot   
   easier to come by.  There were always plenty around   
   the area ready and willing to romp with a DC VIP.  He   
   had ended more than one "date" because some doe-eyed   
   bimbo wanted to hear all about his work, his important   
   or unusual cases.  The bar scene was not really his   
   thing.  So after a few years as a divorced man on the   
   prowl, he started visiting Madam Mai Ling's.   
      
   She had exactly what he was looking for.  Her   
   "host/hostesses" ranged in ages from 18 to 80, male   
   and female and were all certified clean and 100%   
   discreet. The billing was done monthly and showed up   
   on his credit card as "Consulting fees".  You were   
   escorted in through a private entrance down a secluded   
   hallway and into a room.  You never passed anyone and   
   no one ever saw you there.  Perfect.   
      
   Walter's world had turned rosy the last several months   
   and he had been visiting Mai Ling's on a weekly basis;   
   every Saturday night.   His most detested enemy had   
   been arrested last year and his trial was in full   
   swing.  Walter felt sure, that the Smoking Man would   
   figure some way to wrangle out of the current   
   situation but somehow it seemed as though his powerful   
   friends had deserted him.  He was sitting now, daily,   
   in a court room, orange jump suit, hands and feet   
   shackled; his furtive threatening glances searching   
   the room for help.  Walter tried not to smile but   
   couldn't stop the slight upturn to his lips every time   
   the old man's gaze rested on him.   
   The old son-of-a-bitch was finally going to get what   
   he deserved.     
      
   There had been months of testimony; a good deal of it   
   behind closed doors with a secret witness coming out   
   of the woodwork.  All in all, what Walter had seen of   
   the trial, he enjoyed.  He had testified to his part   
   in the postal workers body disappearance and following   
   evidence tampering.  The Director herself, Jana   
   Cassidy, had testified to her knowledge of Walter's   
   part in it all and her giving him the go-ahead to work   
   with the Smoking Man to assure Scully's recovery.   
      
   Normally, he hated sitting through trials.  They were   
   long and boring and his part in them was usually   
   small.  This time it was different.  This trial had   
   been a pleasure.  Hour after hour, day after day, he   
   had sat there.  Watching the old man squirm in his   
   seat.   
   He was one of the first to show up each morning and   
   one of the last to leave.  It made all the years of   
   frustration worth while.   
      
   The trial ended on a Thursday afternoon and they jury   
   was dismissed to make their decision.  Everyone was   
   very hopeful; the trial had gone well and a guilty   
   verdict was expected on all accounts.  Friday morning   
   Walter went back to his neglected desk and sorted out   
   what work to start on first, which to be shuttled off   
   to someone else, and which to just toss.  Friday   
   afternoon he got the call; a verdict had been reached.   
    In one day!  That was highly unusual for a case this   
   complex.   
      
   He hurried to the court house and waited anxiously,   
   along with everyone else while the jury filed back in   
   and the foreman read his verdict.  Guilty, on all 37   
   accounts.  Guilty with their highest recommendation   
   for the strictest sentence possible.  The verdict   
   was unanimous.  A low murmur filled the courtroom and   
   the judge banged his gavel for order.  The jury was   
   dismissed, the old man was taken away and it was all   
   over.  Walter Skinner was a happy man!   
      
   He decided not to go back to work and instead went on   
   home straight from the courthouse, stopping only for a   
   fresh bottle of scotch at the liquor store and a   
   quick chicken sandwich at a drive through.  It was   
   time to celebrate.  He was really hungry for some   
   reason and ate his sandwich in the car on the way   
   home.  Once home, he opened the  bottle and poured   
   himself a drink.  He sat on his white leather couch,   
   loosened his tie; toed off his shoes and rested his   
   feet on the coffee table.  This was going to be a fine   
   weekend!   
      
   He was just three swallows into his first drink when   
   someone knocked at the door.   "Ah shit!" he said   
   aloud, getting to his feet.  The last thing he wanted   
   right now was visitors.  He yanked the door open to   
   see Alex Krycek standing there; suit, white shirt open   
   at the neck, tie obviously recently removed.  This was   
   not the Alex Krycek he remembered.  They stared at one   
   another for a heartbeat then Alex spoke, "Did Cassidy   
   speak to you about me?"  A slight up turn to his   
   mouth; a look of hope in his eyes.   
      
   "She did.  Come in."  He glanced up and down the hall,   
   making sure no one had followed the states secret   
      
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