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Disclaimers: Walter Skinner and Fox Mulder are the property of Ten Thirteen Productions and no one said it was okay for me to write about them. On the other hand, CC would never let the boys do anything like this on-screen, and even if he would, the censors would come unglued.

Apologies: What's to apologize for? As long as you're not freaked out by the idea of m/m sex, you'll be okay. There's nothing else in this one.

Author: AnneZo @ fastmail . fm

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Down his spine and around his hips...he was definitely awake by the time something hot and slick closed around him and started stroking him to hardness. Walter reached out for something to hold and found an empty pillow at the same moment his sleep-drugged brain identified the source of the warmth against his spine and the quiet rasp of Mulder's breathing in his ear.

Walter wrapped his arms around the pillow and buried his face against it, his attention focused on those magic fingers and the way Mulder's mouth was lapping at the vulnerable spot behind Walter's ear.

Arousal built slowly for both of them. He could feel Mulder's body moving and thrusting against his hips and then the hardness pushed itself between his thighs. A soft moan from Mulder and the hand coaxing Walter to erection tightened and began to stroke more insistently. Walter bit into the fabric of the pillowcase, muffling his own breathing so he could listen to Mulder's distracted sighs and inarticulate noises of pleasure. Mulder's hand worked him precisely, coaxing Walter's hips forward, back more slowly, then forward again. Back and forth and with every movement Walter could feel Mulder thrusting deeper between his thighs.

No hurry. Time for distractions that weren't really distractions. The sun pouring through the empty window, rays brilliant against his closed eyelids but not as warm as the place where his lover's body pressed against him. The smells of sex and sweat tanging the air, stirring his nerves to more excitement. His mouth, pressed against the pillow and sometimes his own wrist, remembering the flavor of Mulder but unable to reach around for a fresh taste. The strain of muscles in his neck as he arched against the sharp ache of Mulder's teeth against his shoulder.

They moved together and Walter felt the heat build. The moisture on their bodies gathered and pooled and rolled across hot flesh and still Mulder's hand held him to a steady, relentless pace that kept him on the edge of fulfillment while Mulder's hips continued to rock and twist against him.

Hotter and hotter. Walter's head rolled against the pillow under his cheek, his thighs flexing in response to Mulder's touch. Firming and relaxing in reaction to the wet slide of Mulder's erection between his legs. He felt it -- the instant when Mulder's arousal hit the point of no return. Mulder's hand was working him harder, faster, giving Walter's body permission to climb that last inch, reach that peak held just beyond his reach for so long. Mulder's breathing was ragged against his neck, the gasps almost drowned out by Walter's own moans. Walter's attention narrowed and focused on the burning pleasure that spasmed through him. Once, twice, again. Mulder's voice echoed his muffled cry as they shared the peak and the gentler shocks of bliss that followed that first mind-consuming rush.

Eventually the alarm clock chirped insistently. Walter turned it off, then pressed Mulder's hand around his quiet flesh again. Savoring the last few seconds of his lover's touch cradling him, he rolled to face Mulder and they shared a kiss.

Walter generously gave Mulder first crack at the shower. While his lover hummed loudly, and tunelessly, from the other room, he stretched out in the empty bed and smiled. It promised to be a very good day.

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