SPECIAL

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by Sergeeva

 

 

Walter squinted at the dashboard clock in the Range Rover. Nearly 11pm: he

was tired and feeling low but at least he'd soon be at the cabin and able

to relax. He had planned to drive up early in the afternoon and meet Fox

and Dana in time for a leisurely dinner before... The sports car veered

past him, blasting it's horn loudly, rousing him from his thoughts. He was

losing concentration, the sooner he could get out of the suit and soak in

a long hot bath the better. He felt a little cheered by the prospect, but

still disappointed that their plans for the weekend had been ruined by the

incompetence of the Charleston field office which required Mulder and

Scully to stay on there longer than anticipated to wrap up their damn

case.

 

You're a big boy, Walt, he chided himself. There'll be other weekends.

This one wasn't so special... He still couldn't quite believe the

turnaround in his life since that nightmare week in Cooper's Ferry when

he'd had to head up the Dunhill mutilations case and been at breaking

point from the stress and lack of sleep. Mulder and Scully had apparently

planned the "kidnapping", they'd taken him back to their apartment after

the final press conference and taken such tender care of him... The three

of them had discovered a lot about themselves and each other that weekend.

 

Since then, they'd spent as much of their free time together as they

could, mostly at this remote cabin of Skinner's where no-one with Bureau

connections was likely to discover them. Their relationship was way beyond

colleagues now, way beyond friends even... they loved each other but

weren't lovers. Walter sometimes speculated on whether Fox and Dana *were*

lovers, or wished to be, and he hoped he wasn't cramping their style, but

whenever he tried to bring it up, they closed on him with kisses and

arguments and reassured him that the threesome was perfect: the best of

all possible worlds.

 

Walter certainly agreed with that. He not only felt more contented and

appreciated than ever before in his life, but he loved the sense that he

could give his two special companions some time away from the dangers and

stresses of their work, show them an affection he couldn't reveal at the

office. He was a tender and passionate man and had for too long been

lonely, unable to express that side of himself.

 

Pondering on these comforting thoughts, he saw the turnoff for the cabin

approaching and felt glad that the long drive was over. He had no plans

for the weekend, now that he would be spending it alone. If the weather

continued as cold and bleak as it had been, he would probably take the

chance to catch up on some reading.

 

He pulled the car into the garage and sat for a moment, feeling the toll

of a long week in his aching muscles. Sighing softly he climbed stiffly

out of the vehicle, lifting his weekend bag and coat off the seat beside

him. There was a light covering of snow already, riming the timbers of the

old porch and muffling the sound of his footsteps as he trudged wearily up

the wooden steps. Unlocking the solid door, he felt the peace of the place

begin to sooth his spirits. The cabin was silent, well... actually it

wasn't - he could swear that was whispering he heard.

 

Instantly alert, despite his overtired reflexes, Walter drew his gun and

moved silently across the dark room towards the source of the sound.

Suddenly, soft hands held his head still while his glasses were removed

and a blindfold of some silky material was placed over his eyes. Other

hands, bonier and long-fingered, steered him carefully between the

furniture and into the room beyond. He was smiling by the time the

blindfold was removed and he saw the bathroom aglow with dozens of candles

and a beaming and naked Fox and Dana reaching for him with open arms.

 

The three of them stood for a while simply holding each other, sustained

and soothed by the love they all felt. Fox nestled his head against the

side of Walter's neck and Dana snuggled up to his chest almost purring

with contentment. He felt the tears pricking at his eyes, moved beyond

words by inexpressible tenderness. Slowly they broke the embrace and the

two agents began to divest Walter of his suit. They didn't speak, just

stroked each patch of newly revealed skin, as they drew off his shirt,

guided him to step out of his pants and finally peeled down his briefs,

caressing his buttocks and cock as they were exposed.

 

Fox put his arm around Walter's waist and kissed him lingeringly, sliding

his hands up the strong back. Walter began to respond, but Fox pulled

back, grinning and led him out through the french windows onto the back

porch where there were even more candles and the hot-tub waited. Climbing

into the steaming water, Fox held out his hand to Walter and Dana took his

other hand and settled him down into the fragrant heat, supported in Fox's

strong embrace. He lay back in the blissful weightlessness of the deep

water and allowed Fox to just hold him, while Dana joined them, tucking

herself between his outstretched legs and kissing his damp chest. Dreamily

he was aware of their mouths moving over his face and shoulders, warm

breath against his eyelids, his ears, his bare scalp... their hands

fondled and caressed him, easing his sore back and tense muscles, sending

frissons of pleasure straight to his cock.

 

The subject of sex had never been broached between them. They gave each

other many signs of affection, often spending an evening cuddled up

together on the huge sofa or lying under the orchard trees in the warm

weather. They touched often, hugs and kisses and even more intimate

gestures, but they had all been content to part company at night and meet

with more kisses over breakfast. Now, suddenly, Walter felt a new mood:

sensual and arousing. He was embarrassed that his body was testifying to

his feelings so acutely. He shifted against Dana's questing hand and she

shushed him gently, skimming her hand along his hardening length so that

he moaned pleasurably. Fox was chuckling quietly in his ear, his clever

fingers moving to play with Walter's nipples...

 

The incessant and delicious torment continued until Walter was in a

incredible state, both lulled almost to sleep by the hypnotic caresses and

aroused almost to orgasm by the skill of their hands and lips. As if

sensing his predicament, Dana stood, the water streaming down her

pearly body, and reached for a huge velvety towel, laid ready beside the

tub. She murmured something to Fox and he lifted Walter to stand in his

arms, cradling the older man while Dana wrapped the towel around his

unprotesting body. They crooned meaningless words of love while they dried

him and helped him to step out of the tub. Leading him back inside they

walked him between them into the main room where a fire of sweet applewood

burned in the huge hearth and a quilt was laid in the wash of rosy

light from the flames.

 

Persuaded to lie face down on the quilt, Walter could barely keep his eyes

open, except that his swollen cock was now pressed into the soft cotton

under him and the tiny friction as he settled his weight was enough

to keep his arousal simmering. Fox settled himself astride the lean hips

and began to make firm strokes up Walter's sculpted back and outward

across the magnificent shoulders. His knowing fingers probed gently but

firmly, loosening the knots that a week hunched over a desk had formed,

slackening the muscle fibres and making the tanned skin as smooth as silk.

Dana took each foot in turn and worked a lavendar-scented oil into the

soles of his feet and around each toe. They made love to his bare

skin as they moved over him, swallowing his gasps with breath-stealing

kisses, drawing out each touch as if reluctant to leave his neck or his

waist or his thighs...

 

By the time he was gently rolled onto his back, Walter barely knew what

day it was, it seemed he had been here for days, floating on warmth and

love, relaxed, restored, refreshed... The massage was continued with equal

thoroughness over his chest and abdomen and he had almost forgotten the

state of his cock when he felt soft lips kissing the head and felt himself

stiffen as fast as a teenager, so fierce was the surge of arousal that

swept over him. He fought against thrusting up towards that teasing mouth,

but he heard Mulder's low voice saying "It's okay, Walter, let yourself

go..." He curled his pelvis up to meet the delicious sensation of Dana's

tongue flicking over his sensitive flesh and felt the vibration of her

laugh against his stomach.

 

Sure he would ejaculate, he fought to command himself, only to be lifted

again and carried to his own room, to the huge oak bed his grandfather had

built for his new bride, a bed wide and long enough for a Skinner male and

thankfully plenty big enough for three naked FBI agents to snuggle

together in. As the hands and lips brought him to ecstatic climax, Walter

heard the quiet voices of his lovers, tender with affection:

 

"Happy birthday, Walter."

 

THE END?

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