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story also goes to Elizabeth.  Thank you KE for being an 
inspiration.

Summary:  Mulder asks Skinner to do a very special favor.



Possession Is... by TQ



8:45 PM Friendship Mall, Maryland

 "Pssst, he's here again Nance,"  Trina nodded at the tall 
man browsing outside the jewelry shop.

Nanci Advers looked up from the display case she was 
arranging.  Trina was right. That gorgeous guy was in front 
of her store again, just as he had been at different times 
during the past few hours.  She'd noticed him when he first 
walked by.  The store was empty and her gorgeous, bald 
man radar was fully functional.  He was one fine specimen.  
She had drawn Trina's attention to him also and they'd 
wondered if he was jewelry shopping for some significant 
other.  When he'd continued walking, Nanci sighed.  Had 
she been on break she would have walked outside and 
struck up a conversation with him.  About an hour later he'd 
paused in front of the store again.  He was not carrying any 
packages and he stood for a few minutes looking 
thoughtfully at the store.  Under other circumstances, she 
might have wondered if he was casing the store for a future 
burglary but Nanci knew, she just knew that his interest in 
the store was on behalf of himself.  He probably wanted an 
ear pierced.  He was a bit older than her usual male 
customers but she'd attended to ones like him before.  Men 
who felt their youth slipping away and wanted to relive it.  
So first they got an earring , then dumped the wife and 
finally bought a Porsche.

The third time she saw him was when he came to the door 
and beckoned her to come outside.  Goodness, he was even 
yummier up close.  With a chirpy smile, she answered his 
question about men's watches.  Not that he needed a new 
one, the one on his wrist was understated yet elegant.  
However, it gave her an opportunity to check his fingers.  
He was not wearing a ring and there wasn't that telltale 
lighter band on his ring finger.  He seemed distracted but 
he'd returned her smile and listened to her recommendations 
with apparent interest.  For a minute she thought she'd been 
wrong in her critique, but after a small silence the carefully 
worded question about ear piercing had her doing a 
touchdown dance in her head.  She'd been disappointed 
when he'd walked away.  Now here he was drifting by again 
and still not carrying a single package.

Walter Skinner was dithering.  The assistant director of the 
FBI had just spent three hours in a mall on a winter's 
evening vacillating.  The only benefit to his time spent here 
was that he could tell anyone how many steps it took to get 
from the Jewelry Pagoda to Gold's Jewelers with a detour 
past Anna's Accessories.  He could also describe in detail 
what each display case at those stores was carrying and he 
knew the exact positioning of the small signs that said 
"Piercing Done Here".  

'How the hell do you get yourself into these positions, 
Walter?'  He asked himself disgustedly.  The answer was not 
long in coming -- because you're so in love with Fox that 
you would do anything to hold him.  Although he suspected 
this request --should he fulfill it -- would prove something 
to Fox.  The announcement that the mall would be closing 
in ten minutes startled him out of his reverie.  The Jewelry 
Pagoda had no customers and the young woman who had 
answered his question earlier about piercing prices seemed 
sympathetic.  'Well if I don't do it now, I won't have the 
courage to do it another time.'  He squared his shoulders 
and entered the store.

He made a beeline for Nanci.  "Good evening, I was here 
earlier asking about piercing."

Nanci smiled brilliantly, if she played her cards right she 
might get a meal or more out of this.  Older men were 
notoriously generous to younger women.  "Yes sir, do you 
want your ears pierced?"

"Uh, no.  Not exactly."

'Now, this is interesting,'  the woman speculated, then added 
out loud, "Where exactly do you want pierced?"  She'd 
heard it all before of course but somehow, this man, 
although he exuded a potent sexual magnetism struck her as 
being conservative.

"Could I talk to you in private about it?" Walter was 
embarrassed.  He'd known this was going to be hard which 
is why the store he was in -- making a fool of himself -- was 
situated in a mall 80 miles into Maryland.  He did not even 
want the procedure done anywhere in Virginia.  

Nanci flicked her co-worker a amused gleam then said, 
"Trina why don't you leave now, I'll lock up and take care 
of the gentleman."  Trina smiled and gave her a thumbs up 
sign behind Walter's back.

Nanci gestured at the earring and ring cases near the door.  
"Why don't you take a look at what we stock and see if you 
find something that you'll want to wear.  I'll start closing 
up."

Walter wandered over to the display case and stared blankly 
at the rows of earrings.  Burning a hole in his pocket was 
the small velvet case containing a tiny gold circle.  The store 
faded into the background as he remembered just why he 
was holding that box in his pocket.  

Fox had called him at the office two days ago on Tuesday 
evening.  It was 5:30 and he was getting ready to leave.

"Walt, I have a problem."

He did not need this right now.  He did not want Mulder to 
do anything to attract Cancerman's attention, "Where are 
you Mulder and what's the problem?"

"I am at home and I have a group of files that need your 
attention right away."

Walter weakened, taking care of files had become 
synonymous with getting together.  Since they'd begun 
sleeping together, Fox had never ever asked him to come 
over to his place.

"Can I come by later," he temporized.

The husky tones gave him an erection immediately, "No, 
these files are hot and they need to be taken care of 
immediately."

Fox had made an overture and Walter knew how rare those 
were, so he was going to take him up on it.

He made it out of his office and across town in record time.  
Walter was knocking on his lover's door a few minutes after 
six.  Fox opened the door.  He was dressed in a white long 
sleeved shirt.  The top two buttons were undone and Walter 
could not tell if he wore briefs under the shirt.  His legs 
were bare.  Walter had been half hard before, he was steel 
now.  The apartment was dark.  The only illumination came 
from the deepening twilight through the paired living room 
windows.  Fox reached out and grasped Walter's tie in his 
fist.  He tugged him into the apartment and crowded him 
keeping him standing on the threshold.  Mulder stared 
directly into his eyes, leaned forward and kissed him.  
Walter dimly heard the door swing close to his right.

Fox kissed him again -- deep hypnotic kisses.  He nibbled at 
his ear down to his neck, then returned to his lips, sucking 
on them, then sweeping inside his mouth to twine their 
tongues together.  Walter grabbed Fox's hips through the 
shirt and held on.  Meanwhile Fox unbuttoned his boss' 
wool pants and slid it over his buttocks. He slid his fingers 
under the waistband of his briefs and gently pulled it away 
from Walter's body and slowly dragged it down his thighs.  
And still those maddening kisses continued.  Walter was a 
tactile man and he loved all the cuddling and petting that 
most men disdained.  Mulder enjoyed touching him and he 
had turned the older man into an addict for his touch, 
constantly craving his next fix.  Fox stopped kissing him 
long enough for Walter to realize he wanted to investigate 
his lover's erection.  But Fox would not let him.  When he 
reached out, the young agent smiled mischievously, "Nuuh, 
uuh!  My turn first."

Fox knelt down and sucked the tip of Walter's erection.  
Sweetly, he mouthed the balls and licked at the curve of his 
groin but always he returned to the tip of the shaft, to swipe 
at the dribble of pre-ejaculate fluid that welled up 
continuously.  Walter wanted to thrust into that warm wet 
mouth.  Fuck, he needed it more than his next breath but 
Fox held him firmly and would not allow his lower body to 
pump forward.  Walter settled for clenching his hands in his 
lover's hair.

The last thing he was able to do was talk coherently when 
Mulder licked his tip again and asked softly,  "Do you love 
me?"

"Yeeesss," a long luscious lick.

"Are you mine?" a barely heard murmur.

"Yeeesss," a swirl just under the sensitive head of his cock.

"Will you do something for me?"

Dimly it occurred to Walter that Fox was training him.  For 
every correct response, he was rewarded.  "What?."  Walter 
hands were in Fox's hair restlessly running his fingers 
through the springy darkness.  

Mulder did not answer right away and for the first time that 
evening opened his mouth engulfed almost the full length of 
cock.  Walter was in ecstasy.  He tried to pull Fox's head 
forward but he resisted and immediately stopped the 
suction.  Walter got the message.  He was not going to be 
able to encourage Fox to get him off any faster.  He eased 
up the pressure on his lover's head and as a reward Fox 
sucked him deeply.  He scraped his bottom teeth along the 
large penis in his mouth.  After the upstroke he let it slip 
from his mouth and he started nibbling and licking it's 
length.  He worked one finger between Walter's tightly 
clenched ass cheeks.  Fox patiently began twisting his finger 
at the puckered entrance.  

"So what do you say Walter, will you do it." he murmured.

Walter had no idea what Fox was saying.  His entire 
universe was defined by a trail of sensation... narrowed to 
wherever Fox put his mouth next and that finger moving 
provokingly at his hole.

"Sure, mmm, whatever, "  Had he seen the wicked glint in 
Fox's eyes, Walter would never have given that answer so 
easily, but his agent's head was lowered and the younger 
man was sucking on his cock.  

Fox was pulling the cum to a central point from all over his 
body.  The suction was incredible.  His extraordinary lips 
were tight around the shaft and if Walter's brain functions 
were working he would be in awe at his skill.  Fox finally 
worked the finger completely into his ass and Walter felt 
every muscle in his body, begin to contract.  He was so 
close.  Mulder had not released the pressure on his hips 
forcing him to stay motionless but his body had a mind of its 
own and vainly fought to thrust.  The pressure built and 
consumed him and just when Walter thought he would die, 
Fox pressed inward and massaged his prostate with one 
long finger while drawing him even deeper into his mouth.  

"Fooooxxx."  Walter's moan was anguished and he pumped 
his climax down the eager throat.  

When he was finished, Walter slid bonelessly down the wall 
to sit on the floor.  A bemused grin crossed his features.  

"Damn Fox, that was incredible."

"I do try," the young man responded modestly sitting back 
on his heels and looking at the AD.

"Let me take care of you."

Mulder leaned forward on his hands and kissed Walter 
again.  He tasted traces of his semen on Fox's tongue and he 
groaned softly.

"So Walter, the next time we make love you'll have it done."  

"Done, what?"  Walter traced that intriguing lower lip.

"You promised."

Walter heard the smile in Mulder's voice and began to get 
suspicious.  He remembered bits of the disjointed 
conversation he'd just had with his lover, "What did I 
promise?"

"Walter you already said yes," Fox bit his ear gently.  

Walter was becoming lost in sensation.  'What this man did 
to him!'

He mumbled  "What'd I say yes to?"  He was busy pulling, 
lifting Fox's shirt to expose the long lean cock.  

Fox breathed into his ear, "You promised to get pierced."

"What!"  

Fox rocked back on his knees, disengaging his cock from 
Walter's lax hands.  "You promised me you'd get pierced."

'Was Mulder crazy as well as spooky?'  Walter thought 
sourly.  "Fox, I am the assistant director of the FBI.  I 
cannot get my ear pierced.  When that cigarette smoking 
bastard notices, he'll want to investigate why I did it and 
right now we don't need this."

Fox listened to his explanation patiently.  "I know all that 
Walter.  I said I wanted you to get pierced.  I never said I 
wanted you to wear an earring.  "

"Where ..." he trailed off.

Through his dress shirt, Fox placed his hand on Walter's 
chest.  He rubbed at the left nipple.  Fox smiled sweetly, 
that bone melting smile.  "Right here, Walter, so you'll 
always think of me."

Walter did not notice the fierceness of the statement.  He 
only heard the love.  Damn, what could he say?  Fox took 
his silence for agreement.  

Walter was sure, had he been opposed to the piercing, he 
could have rejected Fox's appeal.  Certainly his actions later 
that evening did not indicate displeasure with the idea... not 
when he laid spreadeagled, face down on Fox's seldom used 
bed with his agent's long, lean cock invading him, sliding to 
the heart of his deepest desires.  Did he protest then?  Hell, 
no.  He begged for more... a hoarse broken chant of the 
word please repeated continuously.

Just before he left, Fox kissed him lingeringly at the door.  
Walter joked nervously.  "Isn't this where we started?"  As 
soon as he had a moment, he would think about the changes 
this febrile spirit made to his life.

"I love you too, Walter," and Fox pressed the tiny blue box 
into his hand.

Which is why, Walter reminisced, he found himself trapped 
in a jewelry store two hours drive from his house at closing 
time with a young woman, old enough to be his daughter if 
he'd had one, staring at him as if he were the first drink of a 
long evening.  

Suddenly Walter wanted to be marked, to wear his lover's 
ring on his body.  It didn't matter that only the two of them 
would know it was there.  He knew in his mind that by 
doing so, he would be acknowledging Fox's claim to him.

"Did you see anything you liked?"  A soft inviting question.

Walter took a deep breath, "I already have it."  He pulled 
out the box.

Nanci took it from him.  When she opened it, she saw the 
finely wrought circle of two coiled gold wires -- a lover's 
gift of ownership.  The name of the store was on the 
cushioned inside lining.  "Hmm," she murmured seeing her 
nascent hopes die.  'Exclusive store, very expensive and 
exquisite.'

She buried her disappointment, "So which one do you want 
pierced"

Walter smiled gratefully.  She might be young, but she had 
tact.  Without saying a word, he pressed his hand next to his 
heart.

The End