From: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:  THE FORTUNE TELLER   
   Author:  Donna McIntosh   
   Email: dmcintoshtx@yahoo.com   
   Fandom:  X-Files   
   Pairing:  Skinner/Krycek   
   Genre:  Slash   
   Rating:  NC-17   FRAO   
   Warnings:  Explicit sex scenes; bad language   
   Disclaimer:  These characters do not belong to me; I make no money off   
   of them.  They just keep visiting me and whispering in my ear.   
   Summary:  Not much substance here; must a little Skinner/Krycek smut.   
      
   THE FORTUNE TELLER   
      
   Walter wiped the dildo dry and tossed it and the lube into his lock   
   box and returned it to its hiding place under the floor board in his   
   bathroom cabinet; safely hidden underneath a stack of towels.   
   He straightened up and got a look at himself in the mirror and didn't   
   like what he saw.  He cursed.   He cursed his luck, he cursed his bald   
   head, he cursed his job, he cursed his life and he cursed the world.    
   Walter Skinner was not a happy man.   
      
   Lying in bed between the cool sheets he stared at the ceiling and   
   thought.  It's just not right!  He had done everything he thought was   
   right.  He had served his country, he had been true to his wife, he   
   was the youngest AD ever in the history of the Bureau and he got there   
   by following the rules.  He had done everything he thought a man was   
   supposed to do.  Now here he was, fifty years old last birthday, and   
   alone; bitterly, miserably alone.   
   He cursed again; his last thoughts before falling asleep.   
      
   He spent the next week watching the others making their way through   
   the work days and wondering how they did it.  How they managed to make   
   lives for themselves.  Henderson and his wife just had a new baby and   
   he was happily passing out cigars, Parker just got a promotion and was   
   bragging about his new office, Caroline and Elizabeth were openly   
   living together and no one questioned or commented on it, Bradly just   
   got back from vacation and had a deep tan, Cecily and Teddy were   
   flirting at the water fountain.  The whole world seemed to have a   
   life; everyone but him.  His life was this office and this desk and   
   this pile of reports to work his way through.     
      
   He left work early.  It was Friday night; he was hungry.  He was going   
   out and having a nice dinner then he was going to find somebody and   
   get laid.  He nodded to the guard at the gate.  He knew exactly where   
   he was going to go. He'd been there a few times before but never had   
   the nerve to speak with anyone; at least no anyone he was interested   
   in.  Tonight he would.  He'd find someone, walk right up to them and   
   start a conversation.  He worked on his opening line as he showered   
   and changed into his tightest black jeans and green Henley.   
      
   He parked at the back of the mall and walked the four blocks to the   
   small Jazz bar.  The music was mellow; the booze was good, and the   
   atmosphere calm.  Several couples were slow dancing to the music while   
   other sat at the small tables scattered around or in booths around the   
   parameter of the dimly lit room.  He took a booth in the back and sat   
   and watched the couples dancing.  He wondered if he could do that.    
   He'd never danced with a man before but he knew he'd like to try.    
   He'd probably be too awkward; step on the other guy's feet.  He'd   
   better forget that idea.   
      
   His eyes made their way around the room.  Tonight seemed to be couples   
   night.  Everyone seemed paired up.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea   
   after all.  Maybe he should try one of the other places down town.     
      
   He finished his drink and was about to leave when the waiter stopped   
   and dropped a note on his table.  Skinner opened it and read, "Looking   
   for company?  Try the door at the end of the hall."   
      
   He wadded the note up and scanned the room.  No one seemed to be   
   looking at him.  He stood up, dropped a few bills on the table and   
   considered his options.  He could just walk out and go elsewhere, he   
   could ignore the note, or he could take a walk down that hallway and   
   see if there was anything interesting waiting there.   
      
   He stopped at the water fountain and got a few sips of water and   
   glanced down the hall.  He saw three doors; one marked 'RESTROOM', one   
   marked 'EXIT' and the other with no markings at all.  He stood in   
   front of the door and wondered.  He hadn't seen any singles come into   
   the bar; it could be a couple in there wanting a threesome.  He wasn't   
   into that and if that was the case, he could just politely say 'no   
   thanks' and leave.  He took a deep breath, swallowed and knocked   
   lightly on the door.  It swung open slightly.   
      
   He walked into the room and found it empty.  He closed the door behind   
   him and looked around.  It was obvious what the room was used for.    
   There was nothing in it but a bed, a small table beside it with a low   
   wattage lamp throwing a dim yellow glow over everything, and a couple   
   of chairs.  He heard the water running and saw a door off to one side   
   that was partially open.  He stood and waited; fear mingled with   
   excitement.   
      
   The water was turned off and Alex Krycek walked into the room.     
      
   "KRYCEK!  What the fuck?"  Skinner's anxiety turned immediately to anger.   
      
   "Calm down!  I'm here for the same reason you are â€" to get laid.    
   What's the problem?"   
      
   "SHIT!"  Walter reached for the door but something stopped him.  On   
   the little table beside the bed he noticed a condom and some lube.  He   
   whirled back.  "You were pretty damn sure of yourself; weren't you?"   
      
   "Not at all.  I had no idea you would be here; though I have seen you   
   here before.  I've never seen you here with anyone; and tonight looks   
   to be mostly couples out there so I thought you might like some   
   company."  He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it to one   
   of the chairs.   
      
   Skinner's breath caught in his throat and his groin twitched with   
   anticipation.  He turned away but couldn't manage to reach for that   
   door knob.  He glanced up again and Krycek was toeing out of his shoes   
   and unsnapping his jeans.  He looked quickly away.  He couldn't do   
   this; not with Krycek.  Not in a million years would he have ever   
   dreamed that something like this would come up but here he was; and   
   there Krycek was; offering him sex.  Real live flesh and blood sex.    
   Not a plastic dildo, not a magazine and his good right hand but hot   
   sweaty sex with another man.   
      
   He heard the jeans come off and he turned to the door.  He couldn't   
   reach for it; couldn't open it.  A warm arm slid around him and a hand   
   caressed his chest.  He was riveted by equal measures of fear and   
   desire. "Not Krycek!  Please not Krycek."  His brain whispered a   
   silent prayer but he couldn't move; couldn't stop that hand that was   
   working at his belt, opening his jeans.  He couldn't deny the warm   
   body pressing against him and he reached out a hand; not for the door   
   knob but to steady himself.  He pressed back against the heat behind   
   him and moaned his pleasure as the hand slid beneath his jeans and   
   claimed his cock.   
      
   His jeans were shoved down as was his under wear, a strong plastic arm   
      
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