From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  NEED   
   Author:  dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-FILES   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek/Mulder   
   Warning:  Slash M/M sex   
   Disclaimer:  These characters belong to Chris Carter.  I’m just   
   playing around with them.   
   Summary:  It seems Walter Skinner can’t seem to get enough sex so he   
   goes after the two sexiest men that he knows; Mulder and Krycek.   
   Special thanks:  To Ursula for all her patience and her fine beta   
   work.  It’s very much appreciated!   
      
   NEED   
      
   He sat at his computer and typed the following:   
      
   Hello, my name is Walter Skinner and I’m a sex addict.  Sex has been   
   of the utmost importance to me all of my life that I can remember.    
   When I was very small and got sent to bed for misbehaving I remember   
   lying there with my hand inside my pants; it was my only comfort.     
   My brother and sister were both a lot older than me and I was more a   
   pest to them, something to be endured, rather than a brother.  Dad   
   worked long hours and Mother was sick a lot so I was on my own most of   
   the time.  They never hit me or abused me in any way; they just sent   
   me to bed when they got tired of me.  It wasn’t long before I learned   
   just how much pleasure my hand inside my pants could bring.   
   I was 11 the first time I had sex with a partner.  He was a buddy of   
   mine.  We grew up in a farming community so there were always barns or   
   tool sheds; plenty of places where two kids could hide away and fool   
   around.  All we did in those days was just jerk each other off.     
   I was a freshman in high school before I found out how much fun you   
   could have with a girl.  After school one afternoon, the head cheer   
   leader came over to me and offered me a ride home in her car.  I told   
   her I had my bike but she insisted we could stash it in her trunk so   
   off we went with my bike sticking out the back and her car; trunk lid   
   bouncing up and down.     
   She drove over to her house and asked me in for a Coke.  I saw no   
   reason to refuse so I went in.  Her parents were both a work so we   
   were alone.  While we were drinking, she told me she had heard from   
   some of the guys that I had the biggest dick in the school and she   
   wanted to see it.  She said she had seen a lot of dicks and she wanted   
   to know for sure if it was true.   
   I saw no reason to refuse so I unzipped and dropped my jeans.  In a   
   flash she was on her knees in front of me and I received my first blow   
   job.  I was 14.   
   She and I started seeing each other every day after school and word   
   got around.  Other girls started making offers and I didn’t say no.     
   I loved sports and was on all the teams and filled out a lot the next   
   few years.  I got a lot of kidding and a lot of teasing in the showers   
   and locker room because of my size and I did notice a few looks from   
   guys that were different than the others.  Some seemed interested so I   
   naturally followed up on it and before long I was very popular at   
   school with the boys as well as the girls.     
   By the end of my senior year there were very few gals or guys that I   
   hadn’t had some sort of sex with.  And I loved it all!  I loved being   
   on my knees as much as having someone on their knees in front of me.    
   I fucked every girl that wanted it; some just wanted oral sex, some   
   just wanted to play with me.  We did it all and I enjoyed every single   
   minute of it.  The guys just wanted blow jobs and that was fine with   
   me; giving or getting as long as I was along for the ride, it didn’t   
   matter.   
   When I turned 18, a couple months after graduation, I joined the   
   Marines.  Viet Nam was in full bloom and I wanted to be part of it.    
   The training was grueling and I was exhausted much of the time but I   
   always managed to find the time and someone willing for a little action.     
   After my stint in Nam was over and I came home wounded, everything   
   changed.  I had done a lot of soul searching; why am I still alive   
   when so many are not?  All the things a young man considers as he’s   
   just starting out in life.  I had seen so much injustice that I   
   decided what I needed to do was to go into law enforcement.  I wanted   
   to help people, protect them; I wanted to make a difference.   
   Due to my wounds, I was less interested in sex for a time and more   
   interested in getting through the day with as little pain as possible.   
    In college I met the woman who would become my wife.  That’s what I   
   wanted.  I wanted to be married, have a family; bring some normalcy to   
   my world.  Sharon was as much into sex as I had been; she loved it   
   every which way, any way she could get it, whenever she could get it   
   and as much as she could get.  She was beautiful, she was from a rich   
   family and she wanted me.  Perfect.   
      
   The next 10 years of my life was a long struggle of studies, hard work   
   and lots of sex with my wife.  I guess I was gullible or naïve but I   
   thought when you got married, that was it; sex with other people was   
   out.  Then I found out Sharon was still having sex with whoever caught   
   her eye and that she intended to continue doing so.  I also found out   
   she was on the pill which explained why she never got pregnant.  We   
   had been married 10 years when I realized that we were never going to   
   have a family and that all I really had that had any meaning to me was   
   my job.   
   I started working longer hours; putting everything I had into my work   
   and before I knew it, I had been promoted to Assistant Director; the   
   youngest ever to hold that position at the Bureau.  My life changed   
   drastically.  I had an open marriage and a job that pretty much   
   allowed me to set my own schedule.  I was in the office usually long   
   before the others and often still there when the others left.  What I   
   did during the hours I wasn’t in the office was none of their   
   business.  I often ‘took a meeting’ or ‘did some research’ or ‘did   
   lunch’ and no one suspected a thing.  I NEVER under any circumstances   
   neglected my work or got involved with anyone at the Bureau.  But   
   whenever I felt the urge; I’d leave and take care of my own business.   
    I was not looking for a relationship, just sex.  There’s a lot of it   
   out there.  I was always extremely careful and discrete.    
   After 17 years of marriage, my wife asked for a divorce.  She had met   
   someone and wanted to move to France with him.  I was extremely upset   
   at the time; knowing that another part of my life was over and it had   
   not turned out like I had expected.   But at least I was free.  It was   
   very strange at first, not having to make excuses about working late   
   or not having to show up at one of her charity functions or some   
   gallery opening or other.  I decided after a few months of pouting,   
   that I liked being free.   
   I joined a few clubs, signed up at a few houses and that brings me to   
   where I am today.  I can get all the sex I want; safe, protected and   
   discrete.  No questions asked, nothing permanent expected or wanted.      
   I just have one problem.  I’m lonely.  I *want* something permanent.    
      
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