Mulder looked out the window in disgust. It was still snowing. A glance behind him showed him that Skinner and Scully were keeping each other warm. He sat at the window seat, watching them with quiet amusement. His boss had turned out to be quite a sensual lover, once he relaxed and gave in to the pleasure. At the moment Scully was on her belly clutching at the sheets while Skinner was slowly making his way down her back, teasing her with the tip of his tongue flickering in and out like a snake. He made no move to touch her with his hands, just his tongue. He reached the small of her back and continued his ministrations over her ass, torturing her by dipping his tongue into the center before going on to the back of her thigh. He made no move to go between her legs, ignoring her plea to suck her clit. He discovered that the back of her knee was an erogenous zone, so he paid some attention to it, making her sob when he refused to let her move. Over at the window, Mulder made a mental note of the spot. Skinner flicked his tongue at her calf and down to her ankle, taking a gentle bite at the arch of her dainty foot. He moved to the other foot and made his way back up her other leg. He reached the curve of her ass and he could see that she was dripping her clear salty fluid onto the sheets. Her hips were moving in small circles. She jumped when Skinner finally touched her with his hands, placing them on her hips, lifting her.

"On your knees." He said. Scully raised her ass in the air and Skinner knelt behind her, positioned himself and slowly entered her. She tried to push back and take him in swiftly, but he held her hips and took her at his own pace. Skinner leaned back onto his heals, pulling Scully up with him so that her ass was resting on his thighs, her back against his chest. Skinner buried his face in her neck, nuzzling her hair, while his hands came up to cup her breasts and stroke her nipples. Mulder could see their connection, Skinner’s cock slowly moving in and out of Scully’s dripping pussy. Skinner removed one of his hands from her breast and lowered it to her crotch. Scully clung to Skinner’s strong arms and screeched his name as he stroked her clit. He moved his hips, lifting Scully with him. They moved as one, Skinner’s strong thighs holding her weight easily as he rocked them closer to the edge. He whispered into her ear and she nodded. He milked her clit and rocked harder, faster, bringing Scully to a screaming orgasm moments later as he shot up into her. She clung to him, not separating, waiting for the after tremors to subside as he gently rocked them both back to earth.

Mulder sat and watched them separate and fall onto the bed. Scully turned to face Skinner and they kissed and nuzzled each other, whispering of love and sweet nothings.

Mulder looked out the window again, contemplating the snow. Well at least they didn’t have to worry about heat and food for a while. Scully had accidentally found a forgotten stash of heating oil for the furnace. Unfortunately, they still had to resort to sponge baths since the pipes were frozen. Skinner proved to be quite the handyman, fixing the generator and getting the room warmed up. They all went around the building blocking off all the vents. No sense in heating rooms they had no plans on using and wasting the oil. After that, Skinner bundled up and went outside with his gun, coming back a short time later with a dead rabbit in his hand. They had a nice hot stew simmering on the fire for dinner. Mulder bulked at eating it until he was reminded that there were packets of dried rations left that he was welcome to. That sounded suspiciously like a dare. Well, at least Walter could have referred to it by its proper name, Hasenpfeffer, instead of ‘waskley wabbit stew’.

It seemed as though they had been there forever but in actuality it was only about 24 hours. The day before, they had been driving to a workshop in upstate New York when the blizzard hit, forcing them off the road. Scully’s sharp eyes had spotted the old abandoned B&B so they decided to commandeer the building. Just a few short hours later, Mulder’s dreams came true when all three became lovers.

An impish grin appeared on Mulder’s face as he snuck up on the snuggled twosome in front of the fireplace. He crawled over to the foot of the mattress, pretending that they couldn’t see him, and lifted the blankets. The first piece of flesh that he found was a large foot attached to a bronzed hairy leg. He sincerely doubted that it belonged to Scully. He flicked a tongue at the ankle, slowly making his way up the calf. Give the man a taste of his own medicine.

"Dana? I think that there’s a pest of some sort in the blankets. Maybe we should find it and kill it. It might be germy."

"Oh, be humane, Walter, just pick up the covers and shake them out outside. Even pests can be beneficial to the environment."

Mulder found a smaller, smoother leg tucked between the others and gave it a gentle nip.

"Ahh! It bit me, nervy bugger." A small hand playfully slapped at the top of the blankets.

He trailed his tongue up the back of her thigh until he reached the velvety curve at the junction of buttock and thigh. She wiggled her hips with appreciation. He could smell the sex on them; the scent went straight to his cock. He discovered a trail of semen on the back of her thigh where it had leaked down so he considerately licked her clean before moving on to the hip crushed up against hers. He steadied himself on them by placing a hand against their lower backs, his hands gently caressing them. He lipped a few silky brown thigh hairs into his mouth and gave them a gentle tug with his teeth. A large hand swatted his head from above the covers.

"Maybe we should get some hounds and start the English tradition of fox hunting."

Mulder nipped at the tight butt muscle before him.

"Hey!" A hand reached under the covers and grabbed him by the hair, dragging him up until he was lying on top of both of them.

"That isn’t fair, I’ve got nothing to grab onto." Mulder protested the treatment, trying in vane to grab hold of Skinner’s sparse hair. "Oh, yes I do." He reached down between them and gave the other man’s cock a playful tug. Mulder suddenly found himself on his back being tickled by his partners.

"NO! NO! NO!" he laughed as four hands went for his ribs, armpits, and amazingly, his knees. A slap on the side of his ass startled him. His cock was getting hard real fast.

"Oooh." He smiled at Scully. "Do that again." Skinner groaned and lowered his face into the pillow.

"Oh, no, he gets off on spanking."

Mulder turned over, wrapping his arms around another pillow and wiggled his butt in the air.

"Please please, Scully, do it, pretty please?" He begged so nicely that Scully couldn’t resist. She raised her hand and brought it down in his cheeks. He yelped; she had a surprisingly strong swing. As Scully swung again, Skinner turned Mulder’s face toward him. He played with the silky brown strands as he leaned in to press gentle kisses to Mulder’s neck and face. Skinner licked at the man’s ear, playfully dipping into the center, making Mulder squirm.

"How can I swat your butt if you keep moving it? Hold still." Scully ordered. Mulder held his hips steady, but with great difficulty. Slap! Mulder groaned against Skinner’s mouth. Mulder encouraged the seeking tongue to enter his mouth; he wanted to suckle on its velvety sweetness. He nipped at Skinner’s lips, kissing them and going back for his tongue again. He clutched at Skinner’s shoulders, Scully’s swats were making his cock rub against the bed, he felt ready to come.

"Scully, wait, I’m almost ready to.." She swiftly turned him over, making him cry out as his reddened ass moved against the mattress. Scully lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. She gripped his balls, tugging at them as she sucked hard, her tongue trying to invade the tiny slit at the tip. Up top, Skinner latched his mouth onto one of Mulder’s nipples, his tongue and lips working at the tiny pebble while his fingers twisted the other. With both ends being worked at, Mulder didn’t last long. He came loudly, gushing down Scully’s throat.

"Oh, my God, damn, Scully, you continue to amaze me." Mulder shuddered, trying to catch his breath. Scully crawled up his body, draping herself on him. Walter caressed her back down to her buttock, leaning in to kiss her, tasting Mulder in her mouth. Since tasting Mulder earlier that morning for the first time, his first time with another man actually, Skinner had developed a taste for Mulder’s semen. It was better from the source, but taking it from Scully, he got the best of both worlds.

Someone’s stomach rumbled, making them break apart in laughter.

"Man cannot live on sex alone?" Skinner misquoted. He disentangled himself and went to check the stew.

"It’s almost done, people. Wish we had bread to go with it."

Scully got up, deliberately arching her legs over Mulder’s face to flash him as she stepped onto the floor.

"Teasing bitch." He muttered.

"We need baths. We stink." She announced to the men. Mulder shrugged, he liked the musky scent of sex. He’d better wash up, though, or she would do it for him… hmmm. No, he needed some re-coop time. He walked up behind Skinner who was stirring the stew and wrapped his arms around the older man’s trim waist, resting his cheek against the soft skin of his shoulder. Mulder’s hands wandered south, feeling their way through the crinkly pubic hair.

"Mulder?" Skinner said, "Behave." Mulder’s hands closed around Skinner’s flaccid shaft; he still hadn’t recovered from his latest encounter with Scully.

"Ya, right, dream on, Walter." Scully said.

"I think that the stew needs some seasoning." Mulder suggested, gently caressing the cock.

"I don’t think so, Mulder. Although I guess we could get a larger pot and drop you into it. Cook you and eat you up.’ Mulder pinched the tight ass pressing against his groin.

"I’ve been eaten already, quite a few times since we’ve been here, in fact."

Scully laughed as Skinner flushed.

"You’re incorrigible, Mulder." She said, throwing a wash cloth at him. Mulder sighed and reluctantly backed away from Skinner, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades as he did so.

"Make sure you wash behind your ears." Scully said to him. He mocked a salute.

"Yes, Mother." Mulder quickly stepped back up to Skinner to nip his earlobe and whisper,

"I want to play with your ass after dinner, so you wash appropriately, too." Mulder gave him a lick and hustled over to the washbasin.

Skinner felt his knees go weak at Mulder’s whisper. He had watched what those nimble fingers could do to Scully and wondered what they could do to him. He wasn’t sure if he could take a cock up his ass, though. A mental image of Mulder pounding into him made him hard. He could feel his ass twitch in anticipation. He suddenly knew that his last cherry was going to be busted before morning. Yes, he would let Mulder take him.

"What did he say?" Scully asked, running a finger over the tip of his cock.

"He, uh, wants to play with my ass later." Skinner stared into the flames.

"Oh? Are you alright with that?" she asked.

"You know, Dana, if it had been any other man, I would be running in the opposite direction but I don’t think that I could refuse Mulder anything. Yes, I think I’m alright with this." She smiled and kissed him softly.

"Remember- number one rule; your body, your choice." She said to him, caressing his chest before going for her own wash-up.

"What are we going to do about this when we get home?" Scully asked the men as they relaxed after a surprisingly good dinner.

"I’d like to continue this." Mulder said with no hesitation. They looked at Skinner.

"You both realize that we could all lose our jobs if this got out, right? Yes, I would like to continue this, but I think that we will need to set up some rules so that we don’t get caught. I cannot behave any differently toward you two at work; I will still chew your butt, Mulder, over reports and expense accounts. The two of you cannot behave any differently at work. Rumor says you two are already sleeping together, but you cannot do anything to substantiate it. Mulder is still your department head, Scully. Can you deal with working and sleeping with two bosses?" He looked at her closely.

"I can so long as we are equal after hours." she stated emphatically. Skinner nodded.

"I would like to keep the weekends clear for the three of us to be together. Of course if you two are out of town on a case, business comes first. Family and personal preference also comes first. During the week, we do what everyone else does; we set up a date if we want to be with someone. Any other ideas on how to handle this?" Skinner looked at them. They shrugged and shook their heads.

"Sounds fine to me."

"Yes, that sounds fair." they agreed.

"Speaking of dates." Mulder inched over toward Skinner who flushed, realizing the man’s intentions.

"Are you going to let me play with your ass?" Mulder asked him. He angled his head to kiss Skinner’s neck, gently nibbling at the skin, licking him. "You’ll like it, and if you don’t just say so and I’ll stop. This is your opportunity to say you made Fox Mulder pucker up and kiss your ass." Scully laughed as Skinner clutched at his pants.

"You’ll go slow?" he asked Mulder. Fox took Skinner’s face between his hands and kissed him. He looked at Skinner, serious.

"Walter, I want to make love to you, not fuck you."

Skinner nodded, gazing into Mulder’s hazel eyes. Scully gathered up the dishes and left them alone. They needed this time to themselves although she knew they would have welcomed her. Another time, she thought to herself.

Mulder stood up and took Skinner’s hand, pulling him to his feet, leading him over to the much abused mattresses. He took Skinner’s glasses off and set them down out of the way. He placed butterfly kisses on each eyelid, sharp cheekbones, and the tip of that curiously flat nose. He placed kisses along the man’s jaw line and neck, going slow, making every touch count, once in a while flicking his tongue out for a lick of salty skin. He brushed Skinner’s mouth with his own, once, twice, before adding pressure. As Mulder flicked his tongue inside, he slid his hands up under the back of Skinner’s sweatshirt, caressing the warm soft skin of his back, delighting in the sharpness of his shoulder blades and the strength of his shoulders.

Mulder’s hands slid lower, caressing Skinner’s sides, feeling the ripples of muscle and ribs before going lower to gently squeeze that magnificent butt. Skinner groaned softly against Mulder’s mouth, his hands threading through silky brown hair. Mulder’s hands went around to the front, flicking at the man’s navel, dancing over the defined abdomen muscles. He followed the trail of hair up to the pectorals, squeezing them firmly before locating Skinner’s nipples with delicate fingertips. He smoothed his thumbs over them before taking them between his fingers and gently twisting them.

"Oh, God, Fox, you’re killing me."

Mulder looked up.

"Fox?"

Skinner shook his head.

"Shut up, Agent, and get on with it."

Mulder chuckled and lifted the sweatshirt off. He stepped back a few inches to admire Skinner’s chest and to run his hands over the front of the man’s torso.

"God, Walter, it should be illegal for you to wear cloths and cover up this work of art." Skinner felt the blood rush to his face at his lover’s words. His years of keeping himself fit paid off in this moment. He gasped as Mulder suddenly swooped in and attached himself to a nipple, sucking, licking and gently tugging at the small nub. Mulder’s hands went to the waistband of the sweats. He slipped his thumbs inside the band and pulled them down, slowly sliding them over Skinner’s tight ass cheeks, down his mile long legs, letting them drop to the floor. Skinner kicked them aside and Mulder stepped back to get the full picture. In the light of day, with a fire at his back, Skinner was the picture of wanton lust, Adonis come to life.

Skinner didn’t understand the look on Mulder’s face.

"What is it?" he asked. Mulder shook his head.

"It has just occurred to me what we’re doing. You are so beautiful. I know, men aren’t supposed to be beautiful, but you are, and I just can’t believe that of all the people who spend every day lusting after you at work, you are here with me. With us. You are letting me make love to you." For the first time since they got there, Mulder was unsure of his place.

Skinner took his face between his large hands and slowly leaned in and gently kissed the man. He looked into Mulder’s hazel eyes, his thumb caressed the swollen pouty lower lip.

"I love Dana and I love you." he declared. Mulder’s eyes filled with tears. He could count on one hand the number of times in his life when he had heard those words.

"Are you ok with that?" Skinner asked him. Mulder buried his face in Skinner’s neck, holding on tight. He nodded.

"I love you, too." He said, his voice muffled. Skinner caressed his back, soothing him.

"Hey, you’re overdressed for this party." Skinner teased him gently. "Are you reneging on your promise to make love to me?" He slid his hands inside of Mulder’s sweats, squeezing his ass, pulling Mulder tight against him, rubbing their erections together. Mulder whimpered and forced himself to step back, slipping his pants off. He handed Skinner down, laying him on his back. Mulder laid down next to him, sliding his arm under Skinner’s neck. Mulder stretched out on his side, running a hand lightly over Skinner’s face.

"How do we.. I mean, how should I.."

"You know how to make love, Walter. It’s no different for same-sex partners as it is for opposites. Most of it, anyway. Just relax, you should know by now that I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with." Skinner reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of Mulder’s neck, bringing him down, delving his tongue deep into Mulder’s mouth, seeking out every nook and cranny.

Skinner put his arms around Mulder, pulling him down onto his chest, holding him tight as they breathed for each other, suckling the sweetness from each other’s tongue. Mulder firmly ran his right hand down Skinner’s back and over his ribs, up his abdomen and to his chest to rub and pinch a flat dark brown nipple. Skinner let out a sob against Mulder’s mouth and undulated his hips against Mulder’s groin. He parted his thighs, letting one of Mulder’s legs slide between his and bucked against the man, rubbing their cocks on each other’s thighs. Mulder released his mouth and licked his way down to Skinner’s chest, relishing the salt of the man’s skin. He found a nipple through the fur and gave it a lick before attaching himself to the small nub.

"Fox, yes!" he cried out, clutching tightly at the brown hair under his nose. Skinner found himself awash in emotions and sensations. He hadn’t felt this alive in years. It felt as though every nerve ending on his body had suddenly woken up and started screaming. He never thought that another man could make him feel this way, but what Mulder could do with his mouth and fingers defied the laws of physics. Skinner had seen his agent reading some of his files so intently that he hadn’t seen or heard anyone enter his office until he was shaken by the shoulder to get his attention. That was the only way Skinner could think of to describe how he was feeling; as though he were the focus of Mulder’s entire being.

He felt Mulder’s hand go between them and he widened his legs, begging to have his cock stroked by those nimble fingers. Mulder’s hand closed around his shaft, squeezing firmly, eliciting a moan from Skinner. He ran his thumb around the crown, making Skinner cry out again. Mulder loved a vocal partner and Skinner was being very cooperative.

"Please, Fox, suck me." Skinner dug his fingers into Mulder’s back, reaching down to caress his ass before going back up to tug at the man’s shoulders, encouraging his head down to the swollen cock. Mulder took his time making his way down the man’s torso, nibbling, licking and kissing every square inch of skin. By the time he reached Skinner’s pubic hair, the man was a quivering mass of jello, mumbling nonsense and half words.

Mulder positioned himself between Skinner’s legs. He put his hands on the bronzed thighs and gently pushed them up and back. Skinner raised his knees, planting his feet on the bed and letting his knees fall to the side, trusting Mulder completely. Mulder turned his head and kissed the inside of Skinner’s thighs. He sucked a patch of skin into his mouth and chewed at it, sucking and licking it until there was a purple mark of possession. He licked further up the thigh, coming to the juncture of the leg and pelvis, breathing deeply of the musky male sweat. He took the penis in one hand, stroking it, rubbing the head, giving it a squeeze, milking out a drop of pre-cum. He licked it away. He bathed Skinner’s balls, taking them one at a time into his mouth, sucking at them, gently nipping them. Skinner weaved his fingers in Mulder’s hair, moaning his appreciation. Mulder dipped his tongue into the space between balls and cock, licking the salty sweat before making his way up the heavy shaft, teasing the thick vein underneath. He reached the head and scraped his teeth over the delicate tip. Skinner bucked his hips and Mulder swallowed him, taking his entire cock and created a vacuum around it, sucking it hard. Skinner lifted his butt off the bed. Mulder released him and shushed him, soothing him with a caress on his belly and legs.

Skinner took a deep breath, trying to control his breathing. He almost came when Mulder took his cock into his mouth. He felt Mulder’s hands smooth over his stomach and his thighs, calming him. Skinner touched Mulder’s cheek as the man looked up at him, shushing him. Mulder bent his head again and Skinner could feel his balls being bathed again. A wetness touched his anus and he realized it was a tongue. He couldn’t believe how good that felt and he willingly opened further for his lover. Mulder tongued the hole gently, firmly, pushing in briefly before circling the outside some more, his hands kneading Skinner’s legs and ass cheeks. He pushed in again staying longer, gently fucking Skinner’s ass with his tongue.

Tossing his head from side to side, Skinner reached for Mulder’s hands, grasping the man’s fingers tightly. Mulder looked up at him and seeing that Skinner wasn’t going to last much longer, he left his comfortable nest and moved back up to gently brush his lips over Skinner’s. He reached over the edge of the bed and found the bottle of skin lotion that he had put there earlier, on loan from Scully. He squeezed a generous amount on his finger, making sure that Skinner could see what he was doing and so could stop him if he wished.

He looked Skinner in the eyes as he touched his finger to the small hole. Mulder circled his finger, relaxing the outer muscle and slipping his finger inside. Already flying on emotions and sensations, Skinner willingly accepted the intrusion.

"More." He whispered into Mulder’s mouth. Mulder withdrew his finger long enough to add more lotion. He entered Skinner again, this time with two fingers. The muscle clenched around his fingers.

"Breath, Walter. Take a deep breath and let it out. You need to relax enough to take three fingers, or I’m not going in." Skinner nodded and took a deep breath. Releasing it, he could feel his muscles relaxing. Mulder angled his fingers and Skinner cried out. Before he knew what was happening, Mulder had added a third finger. As fireworks blew up behind his eyelids, Mulder worked him loose, his fingers gently fucking Skinner’s tight ass.

"Walter, take some of that lotion and coat my cock real good with it." It had occurred to Skinner that in all this time, Mulder had him so intoxicated that he had yet to touch Mulder and give him any pleasure. He picked up the bottle and poured a good amount into his palm. He reached down and took Mulder’s cock in his hand, rubbing the lotion over it. He started to stroke Mulder but the man stopped him.

"How can I come in your ass if you jack it out of me now?" Mulder asked him teasingly. "You can play with it later, this is for your pleasure." Mulder knelt between Skinner’s legs. He caught and held those beautiful brown eyes as he put the head of his penis to Skinner’s small hole.

"I want you to take a deep breath again, Walter, and let it out slow."

Skinner breathed deeply, inhaling Mulder’s scent, filling his lungs with it and slowly released it. As Mulder felt the muscle relax on the exhale, he pushed in.

"Wait." Skinner said, gripping Mulder’s shoulders. Mulder waited until the muscle stopped its spasm around his cock. He placed light butterfly kisses on Skinner’s face, soothing his lover.

"Ok?" he asked. Skinner nodded. Mulder pushed in the rest of the way. He waited again until Skinner was relaxed again and pulled out just to the rim and pushed back in.

"Oh, God, that feels good." Skinner moaned. "More." Mulder obliged and moved in and out again, this time not stopping. He placed his hands on the sides of Skinner’s head, holding him steady so that he could look into Skinner’s eyes.

"Stroke your cock and come with me, Walter."

Skinner reached between them and took his cock in hand, beating it with a familiar pattern. Mulder placed his hands on the bed and positioned his knees for better support as his hips moved him faster and faster. He could feel the pressure building up behind his balls. Skinner’s ass was so tight he knew he wouldn’t last long, not this time.

"I can’t.." Skinner stuttered and gasped. Mulder felt the hot juices rain on his belly and chest as Skinner came. With a hoarse shout and a hard thrust, Mulder shot his seed high inside Skinner’s ass. He collapsed on top of Skinner, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath before moving off. Skinner caught his face and kissed him, threading his fingers with Mulder’s, keeping the man in place on his chest, thinking of how good the weight felt on him. He released Mulder’s hands and caressed the lean back and ass above him.

"That was incredible, Fox." Skinner lovingly suckled at that pouty lower lip before dipping inside Mulder’s mouth to find his sweet tongue.

"Did I hurt you? Let me see." Skinner shook his head, he was feeling great. Mulder made him lift a leg so that he could check for damage.

"There is a small drop of blood. Let us know right away if you have any problems, understand?" he was still a bit breathless as he lectured Skinner, worried about it.

"I’m fine, come back here." He pulled Mulder down to rest on his chest, stroking the man’s back.

"Thank you, Fox." He whispered.

Scully sat on the side of the bed.

"Guys, I hate to break up this wonderful little party, but there is a snowplow making it’s way here." The men looked down at themselves.

"Oh, shit."

The end.