Title: Loup Garou XV - Femme Fatale
Author: Lycanthrophile (lycanthrophile@imadethis.org)
Fandom: The X-Files
Spoilers: Season 4
Disclaimer: With the exception of Jess, they belong to the
Great Surfer Dude who delights in tormenting us by making
us wait until November for season premieres.
Rating: Rated NC17 for male/(withheld) See end of story for
specifics
Summary: Skinner gets an unexpected visitor.
Word Count: 971
Notes: Thanks to TJ for help with the title and my usual
suspects for the beta reading.
Archive: Please inform me
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and AD Walter Skinner was
alone in his apartment. Or at least he was until there was
a knock on the door. He looked out the spyhole before
opening it to his visitor. "What are you doing here?" he
demanded, surprised to see one of his lovers patiently
waiting to be let in.
A bright smile and a saucy walk brought the visitor into
the apartment. "I was going through the closet and this
outfit just screamed 'Wear me!' I put it on and thought you
might like to see it. Well, what do you think?" The phrase
was accompanied with a coquettish twirl.
Skinner eyed his lover appreciatively. The short pleated
black skirt only emphasized the bare, long legs (just
shaved, he noted with approval), slim hips and tight ass
that were being flaunted for him. The white blouse was the
sheerest Jess had, one she joked about being able to drink
tea through without changing the taste. Six inch black
stiletto heels completed the outfit. "How did you make it
through the streets without getting jumped?"
The answer was accompanied by a slow smile and dip of
overlong eyelashes. "A very long trench coat." The voice
became teasing. "And why aren't you jumping me right now?"
"Good question." Skinner sat down on the couch and patted
the cushion beside him. His lover sauntered over, skirt
swishing provocatively from side to side. As soon as they
settled, Skinner wrapped his arms around shoulders and
waist and moved in close for a kiss. He met lips already
parted; a tongue darted into his mouth before he was
prepared.
Skinner moaned. This is what had addicted him - the heat,
the wetness, the intensity. And that intensity was being
put to very good use at the moment - biting his lips,
grazing his jaw line, tugging his earlobe. He didn't know
if it had to do with lycanthropy, but every time he made
love to either of the werewolves, even after his Change,
Skinner felt that the intensity would devour him the way a
starving wolf devoured a fat rabbit.
Skinner pulled the supple body across his lap, making sure
his erection ground against the crease where thigh met
groin. The body in his arms arched, neck stretching,
inviting to be nipped. Skinner did so, fingers fumbling at
the buttons of the blouse. Impatient, he grabbed two fist
fulls of fabric and pulled. A ripping noise, a few buttons
flying and the blouse was in two pieces on the floor.
His lover pushed back. "You'll pay for that," a sex-coated
voice intoned. Two hands pressed him back against the
cushions before caressing his nipples through his shirt.
These hands were far more steady than his as Skinner's
shirt was teased open button by button. And when those
kiss-redden lips and bright eyes broke contact only to
refocus on his erect nipples, Skinner almost howled. His
hips began to move independently of his mind, not that his
mind had any great objections.
Apparently that was the sign to proceed a step further.
Those hands deftly moved down to his fly and swiftly
exposed his cock. Those wonderful hands wrapped themselves
around the stiff shaft and began to pump. Skinner let his
head loll from the sensation. "How do you want it?" he
rasped out.
"Up my ass." Three simple words. Just three simple words
that had the effect of hardening Skinner more than he
thought possible. A bottle of lube had materialized from
nowhere on the side table and he grabbed it.
After squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers, the
next order of business was to get the lube up the offered
orifice. His lover lifted from the knees, grabbing
Skinner's shoulders for support. [Damn,] Skinner thought as
he lifted the skirt. [I should have pulled the panties off
before slicking... hello!] Skinner grinned up at his lover.
"Forget something?" he asked, enjoying the glide the
skirt's fabric against the back of his hand and the caress
of bare flesh against his palm.
A quick kiss was dropped against Skinner's forehead.
"Didn't want to waste any tim...ah!" The grunt punctuated
where two blunt fingers breached the anal sphincter. A few
agonizingly slow strokes had the body Skinner was holding
thrashing and begging wordlessly for more. And then more
was given.
The feeling of the skirt brushing his bare stomach was a
novel sensation. His hand moved under the fabric without
conscious thought, adding to the mutual pleasure. When one
would be close to the brink, the other would stop and then
start again. But eventually Skinner gave up on holding back
and clamped iron hands on his lover's waist, holding the
thrashing body in place as he came. And the feeling of hot
semen spurting was enough for his partner to also let go.
Eventually, the body above Skinner lost it's rigidness and
slumped bonelessly across his torso. After a few seconds in
that position, his lover shifted, slid off Skinner, and
nestled in the crook of his arm. With a sigh of
contentment, the stilettos were toed off. "You have no idea
how much it hurts to walk in those damn shoes."
One shapely leg was thrown over Skinner's. "Miss Manners
always says that a lady keeps her legs together while
wearing a skirt," Skinner commented.
"I'm no lady," was the lazy response. A bare foot now
caressed the inside of Skinner's calf, causing the AD to
shiver. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Mmmmm..." Skinner rumbled as he nodded. "There's just one
problem."
"Problem?" An eyebrow arched inquiringly in his direction.
Skinner's eyes sparkled with amusement, a sight all too
rarely seen. "Alex, don't you think that Jess is going to
be pissed off that we ruined her favorite blouse and
stained her new skirt?"
The End
NC17 for male/male sex
