DISCLAIMER: Not mine, but maybe in another life....  The characters are Chris Carter's, the words and the sex are mine. NC-17.  Contains m/f, m/m, m/f/m sex--that's why it's longer than the others.  Archive at MSSS.  Feedback welcomed at viriditas@geocities.com. ********* Wet Dreams VI: Champagne by Merri-Todd Webster ********* Dana Scully was getting annoyed with her partner.  Being annoyed with Fox Mulder was, unfortunately, not a new experience for her.  Mulder was frequently annoying, irritating, infuriating, baffling, disappointing, etc. On the other hand, he was also fascinating, stimulating, entertaining, mind-boggling, and very, very easy on the eyes. He had excused himself some minutes ago, presumably to go to the bathroom.  If he'd been another woman, Dana wouldn't have wondered yet where he was, but like most men, he prided himself on his ability to get in and out of the bathroom at light speed.  He'd been gone a good fifteen minutes, and she was beginning to wonder if perhaps he'd ditched her for some other woman.  Or for that matter, for some other man.  She touched her necklace lightly, tiny ovals of rose quartz and aventurine interspersed with tinier gold beads.    She took more than a sip of her champagne. Just as she was considering going to look for him, Dana spotted Mulder across the room.  He was with Walter Skinner.  She sighed, very quietly.  They both looked so good tonight, it was a trial to be around them.  Mulder looked like he was born to wear a tux.  Of course, he looked good in just about anything, the clothes horse. If he *had* been a woman, she'd hate him for being so tall and slim.  And of course, probably everybody who saw them together assumed they were lovers, which was totally wrong, and wondering if he screwed as good as he looked, about which Dana had no idea.... And then there was Skinner.  He was really too big and too muscular for a tux, but that was precisely why he looked so good in it.  You couldn't help hoping that he would burst out of its black-and-white confines at any moment, rather like the Incredible Hulk, and show some of that splendid build. Although the Hulk's trousers never tore, which in this case would be a pity.... Now he and Mulder were coming toward her, side by side. Skinner's head was tilted, listening to something Mulder was saying, and Mulder was smiling wickedly.  The two of them looked like little boys who had just put a frog in some poor girl's bed.  What were they up to?  And did it have anything to do with Dana Katherine Scully? Skinner parted from Mulder just before they got close enough for Dana to hear what they were saying.  Mulder drifted toward her, casual as Huck Finn with his hands in his pockets, and graced her with a smile that was almost a leer. "Where have you been?" she asked, cursing herself for her querulous tone.  Mulder smiled mysteriously. "There was a line."  This was so obviously a lie that she stared at him with open mouth. His smile widened. "Hey, Scully, have I told you you look really good tonight?" Her mouth dropped open a little wider.  "Uh, no...  No, you haven't."  Of course he hadn't.  As far as she could tell, he never noticed how she looked, except when she looked like death warmed over.  She could come into the office naked as Godiva and painted like Lydia the Tattooed Lady, and he'd just start talking about the significance of tattoos in tribal cultures, or something. He came closer, taking her elbow and starting to steer her gently through the press.  "Well, you look fabulous. You--you're glittering.  No, scintillating.  You really should wear that color more often." With his hand heating up her elbow, all she could say was, "Mulder, you're color-blind." He glanced at her from under lowered lids.  "I can't tell certain shades.  That doesn't mean I don't see how good that color is for your skin and your hair." He reached out and touched the wisps of hair over her forehead, with that almost reverent lightness that surprised and moved her every time she felt it.  His eyes had turned almost as green as her gown.  "Your breasts are so beautiful next to this green velvet...." She didn't know whether to hit him or just faint when he drew a fingertip across her breasts, just above the edge of the bodice.  Her nipples spiked up so rapidly that she gasped, and the jerky inrush of breath joggled her arm and splashed champagne over her chest. "Ooops, Scully, you've made a mess. Let me clean it up--" Dana sagged backward as Mulder's tongue flickered gently over her skin, lapping up the spilled champagne.  Now that he was bent over, she could see that he had steered her into a remote corner shielded by decorative draperies.  No one could see them unless they came searching--but someone would soon *hear* them if he kept going the way he was-- She pushed Mulder away, reluctantly.  Their eyes met, his as green as jade and swirling with promise, humor, desire. Something dangerous rushed through her, like the breaching of a dam, a flood taking everything in its path; something as powerful as the cool focus with which she normally went through life, but yin to its yang, opposite and necessary. Everything converged in her mind in three little words: "Not here. Can we get a room?" A few minutes later, they were riding up in an elevator with several other people.  Up and up, and one couple got off; another floor, and an older man left, only to be replaced by three Africans.  They chatted musically in their native language until three floors later, and as soon as the doors closed behind them, Scully turned on Mulder and wound herself around him, pulling his mouth down to hers and kissing him with all the anger and desire and frustration of five years. At the ding of the elevator doors, she fairly leaped away from him.  She was trembling violently, but Mulder merely took her by the arm in courtly fashion and led her down the hall, to the right, around the corner.  Room 1402.  He unlocked the door and gestured for Scully to enter first. She was at the foot of the bed before she saw him. All the breath went out of her lungs, and she plopped down on the mattress, her legs numb.  Walter Skinner was sitting in the corner of the hotel room, hands clasped, legs crossed.  He had taken off his jacket and tie, opened the dress shirt at throat and cuffs. The light of the lamp shone on his glasses, placed neatly on the table, on a bucket of champagne beside the glasses, and on a small brown paper bag. Dana looked from Skinner to Mulder, who was still standing just beside her. Mulder was watching Skinner, focused on him as if mesmerized.  Her head whipped around as Skinner got up and walked, no, *swaggered* over to them.  She couldn't take her eyes off his chest. He stopped right in front of her, but he wasn't looking at her. He and Mulder stared at each other.  Were they staring each other down?  Was this some sort of macho posturing, the two of them fighting for her charms?  She was just about to say something that would take the wind out of both their sails when Skinner leaned forward and kissed Mulder. Dana's eyes widened so far she feared they were going to fall out of their sockets.  *Skinner was kissing Mulder?!* Yes, he certainly was.  An instant's worth of indignation flashed through her mind and was replaced by gut-clenching arousal.  Skinner's hand came up, cupped Mulder's cheek, crept around to slide through his hair and cradle the back of his head, fingers splaying across neck and skull.  Mulder stepped closer, making a tiny sound, maybe it was a whimper, and oh my God, he opened his mouth for the kiss.  Dana Scully had seen--and done--a lot more things sexual than most people guessed, but she had never watched two gorgeous men kiss while standing just inches away from her.  It was almost unbearably exciting. When the kiss ended, she could see that Mulder's mouth was deliciously swollen and he was trembling.    Then Skinner sank to his knees in front of her and pressed his mouth carefully, questioningly to hers. She could feel the heat of him, radiating out from his bare chest, crawling over her breasts, her nipples, rippling down into her cunt.  He was being so gentle, *too* gentle, and Dana opened her mouth and sought entry with her tongue. Skinner responded, letting her in, letting her taste him, then taking control, thrusting between her lips, and then yielding, back and forth until she moaned. He drew back, catching her by her bare shoulder as she swayed dizzily.  His smile made her suddenly palpably wet. "We're here for you, Dana, if you want us." She looked from Skinner to Mulder and back again.  Her partner was smiling, shyly, hopefully.  They were both waiting, waiting for her to make a decision. Dana's thought process in those few seconds was too swift, too subtle, too complex to be performed or even rendered in words.  When she was done thinking, she felt something had shifted inside her, like tectonic plates; her inner continents were rearranged.  Without speaking, she stood up and stepped between the two men, going to the table with the bucket of champagne.  Behind the bucket was a small tray with three glasses.  Perfect.  She could hear Mulder's and Skinner's quick, shallow breaths behind her and feel their gaze on her back as she opened the champagne bottle.  Her fingers wanted to shake and fumble, but she controlled them by going through the motions slowly and deliberately, concentrating.  She turned around only after she had opened the bottle, filled all three glasses with the bubbly beverage, and picked up two of them.  Letting her eyes say everything, she held out one glass to each man in offering. Mulder reached for his glass first, then Skinner followed suit. Dana picked up her own glass and lifted it for a toast.  The two men clinked their glasses with hers, but no one said anything.  Dana tilted the glass and drank, smoothly, until it was empty.  Almost at once, the fizzy liquid started buzzing in her head like a swarm of bees. Warm hands on her shoulders brought her awareness back to the moment. Her partner and her boss closed in on her in an embrace that encompassed both her and the other man. She heard their mouths meet and raised her face, waiting for her share.  After a moment, full lips came down on hers, the taste of sunflower seeds spread into her mouth, and she stroked Mulder's tongue with her own, thinking,  One of them began unzipping her bodice; the other, probably Mulder, to judge by the angle, deftly removed the clasp from her hair. When Mulder let go of her mouth, she turned to Skinner-- she corrected herself--shaking out her hair.  The dress slid down her body in a sensual whisper as she pressed herself against the large man, bare breasts to bare chest, making both of them moan. Walter kissed her hard and she kissed right back, and that must be Mulder nibbling at her neck and shoulders.... She didn't really see the men undress.  They settled her on the bed, and then Walter was on top of her, kissing her, naked to the waist.  Dana ran her hands over all those perfectly delineated muscles, naming them by their medical names in her mind as her hands travelled down....   she thought, and giggled into Walter's mouth. He rolled away, only to pull Mulder onto the bed and kiss him as decisively as he'd kissed Dana, while she watched in fascination.  Watching that supple mouth yield to Walter's was nearly as arousing as feeling it fuse with her own mouth. She turned toward Mulder, baring her back to Walter.  He groaned softly as her stiff nipples rubbed against his. Mulder wasn't as muscular or as hairy as Walter, but he was definitely male, elegantly male, her fingers savored the curve of his spine.  Walter was kissing her neck and squeezing her ass in those very large hands, and Mulder had already kissed his way down to her throat and seemed to be heading lower. For a while both men were concentrating on Dana, with occasional pauses to get more of their own clothing out of the way.  All the sensations swirled together in her mind like chocolate and vanilla and caramel sauce:  stroking, squeezing, nibbling, rubbing, licking, suckling, Walter, Mulder, four hands, two mouths. There was no thinking, not even feeling as she usually understood the term.  Spread out on the bed, an arm around each neck, a hungry mouth on each nipple, she seemed to be absorbing an energy she'd never experienced before. The energy hit a new level, a quantum leap beyond the previous one, when their hands went between her legs.  She was already swimmingly wet, her cunt an ocean cavern where the sea went in and out.  She arched helplessly as her clit was captured between thumb and fingertip, while long, slim fingers slipped inside her, stroking and massaging the wet velvet of her inner walls.   Walter was making a sort of low purring sound, a tiger's purr, and Mulder was silent with concentration, watching her face as his strokes gradually intensified into fucking.  Dana gasped for breath, couldn't find it, felt every muscle diverted to another task:  Her whole body became a single contraction, the big crunch at the end of the universe leading inexorably to a big bang, it was coming, she was coming, and she screamed, actually screamed, vibrating in the wake of the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. There was a momentary pause.  Dana wondered briefly if she'd ruined their hearing, or her own.  Then she whimpered, once, as Mulder withdrew his fingers, only to groan as Walter's shorter but thicker fingers took their place.  She forced her eyes open just in time to see Mulder offer his glistening hand to Walter, who licked up her wetness with evident enjoyment before starting to fuck her again. With Mulder feasting on her breasts and Walter pounding her pussy mercilessly, she must have come another two or three times.  Finally she had to grab Walter's wrist--did the man never tire?  "I need a rest," she murmured, and then smiled. "You two carry on without me." This time it was Mulder who made the first move toward the older man, leaning across Dana's collapsed form to grab Walter by his chest hair and lock lips with him. Dana promptly forgot about the slight soreness between her legs and started gushing all over again.  Walter started to climb over her, and she wiggled to the left, leaving the middle of the bed to the two men. Walter settled down on top of Mulder with the same determination he had settled onto her; chest to chest, the two of them kissed thoroughly, languorously, making Dana squirm with renewed desire. The fact that Mulder was lying helplessly under the older man just as she had been, tasting and being tasted, was doing incredibly erotic things to her psyche. Suddenly Mulder shifted, and the bed bounced under them as he rolled Walter over and got on top.  Not so helpless, then.  Walter moaned softly as Mulder licked and bit at his neck, nuzzled his collarbone, and fastened greedily onto a nipple.  Dana reached over and twisted the other nipple gently between her fingers, letting go when Mulder turned his mouth that way.  She was torn between watching Mulder's mouth buried in the AD's dark, springy chest hair, or watching Walter's face dissolve with pleasure at the younger man's touch. The tension in her pussy twisted up tightly as Mulder began kissing his way down Walter's belly.  Oh, God, was he going to--?  Dana moaned as loudly as Walter when Mulder sucked Walter's cock into his mouth.  Good Lord, he could take the whole thing in.  Dana speculated that Mulder had done this more often than she had. Walter twined his fingers in Mulder's hair, as gently as possible, and so did Dana. Mulder worked over the large, thick cock as if he were painting psychedelic designs with his tongue, swirling up and down the considerable length.  Walter moaned beseechingly, and Dana's other hand went unerringly to her clit.  She didn't know which she wanted more: to be fucked herself, or to watch one of them fuck the other.  Mulder detoured over the older man's powerful thighs, leaving the dark hair glistening with his saliva, and cupped Walter's balls in his hand.  He paused for just a moment, his mouth not touching anywhere, and then plunged down on Walter again, taking his whole cock in. Walter roared, thrusting up so fiercely he must have gagged his lover.  Mulder didn't pull back, but Walter pushed him away.  "No," he growled.  He stroked the younger man's face possessively.  "I want to fuck Dana.  I want you to fuck me." Mulder's eyes widened as much as Dana's.  He licked his lips and said, "Go ahead, if Dana's ready, but lie on your back, with her on top of you." Walter turned to Dana, his eyes questioning her. She nodded eagerly, and he got off the bed, his cock preceeding him magnificently, and retrieved the brown paper bag from the corner table.  The other two both smiled as he took out condoms and lubricant. Mulder took charge and rolled a mint-green condom onto Walter, smoothing it down sensuously.  Walter grabbed the tube of lubricant and coated himself thoroughly.  Dana was glad; she had never had a lover this big before, and the lubricant would help psychologically as well as physically. He propped himself up against the headboard, in the middle of the mattress, and held out his hand to her, but when she rose to her knees, Mulder stopped her with a touch on her arm. "Face his feet, Scully, and then lie back on him." she thought, But if he didn't call her Scully, he wouldn't be Mulder, so it was all right.  With a hand from both men, she knelt astride Walter's hips, facing his feet, and Mulder helped her position Walter for entry.  Slowly, cautiously, she lowered her weight onto him, feeling the broad blunt head of his cock split open her folds as if she were an overripe fruit. Proceeding with tiny spiral motions, she eased him in, Mulder's hand on the small of her back, on the tattoo.  She took more and more and there was still more, thick, hard, so hot it ought to be liquid, stretching her satiny insides.  Her inner tissues cooperated amazingly, yielding to the unaccustomed presence, accepting the lubricant and producing more to supplement it. Finally she felt her clit graze the hairs on his balls.  Sighing deeply, she lay back against his chest, happy as his arms came round her, his hands cupped her aching breasts. Smiling luxuriantly, Mulder stretched out between her spread legs, between Walter's legs; she felt his breath across the fur of her mound. Sparks flew behind Dana's eyes as Mulder delicately tongued her clit.  So this was what he'd had in mind....  He explored the wet, swollen folds of her pussy, down to where Walter filled her, and then left Dana's flesh for Walter's, licking what little of his cock was still visible, and lapping at his balls.  Walter groaned deep in his chest, an earthquake rumble against Dana's back, and quivered inside her. Mulder's adoring mouth wandered back onto her thigh, circled over her lower belly to the other thigh, and found its way back to her clit.  One hard suck, and she contracted around Walter, groaning as profoundly as he had at the feel of her muscles bearing down on his bigness.  Mulder sucked her again, and her thighs shook with the force of it.  He raised his head, looked at the two of them, and then dragged his tongue hard from the base of Walter's cock all the way up to Dana's clit--and *sucked*. For the second time that night, she let out a deafening scream, a sopranino blast worthy of an opera diva.  Mulder sat up, grinning smugly and licking his lips at the same time. "I want to fuck you now, Walter."  Walter groaned. Dana lifted herself off of the older man. The cute green condom was slicked to his skin by her juices, all but the bottom-most inch.  Mulder rolled Walter onto his side, coaxing him to bend the upper leg and turn so his ass was more visible. Wishing she had her trusty vibrator with her, Dana sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on one hand, to watch Mulder prepare Walter's asshole for fucking.  She'd never been interested in anal stimulation herself, but watching them made her willing to give it a try.  Mulder spread Walter's cheeks with both hands and daubed lubricant over the dark little orifice, smearing it gently in small circles.  Walter breathed harshly and shifted, exposing himself a little more. Dana did not even blink as Mulder inserted one finger into the opening, millimeter by millimeter until his knuckles were against the curved muscles.  He moved that finger in and out, slowly and gently but with an undeniable rhythm, until his lover's hips joined the rhythm, accompanied by soft groans.  Then he carefully pulled out, squeezed more lube onto his hand, and began again with two fingers. By the time Mulder got to three fingers, Walter was groanng and cursing incoherently, and Dana was fairly sure she'd had an orgasm without being touched.  Mulder groped for a condom and tore open the package, nodding to his partner. "Take him in you again."  She climbed over Walter's legs and lay on her side facing him, kissing his face and his chest.  He captured her mouth, savagely, and at the same time grabbed her thigh and drew it over his. His huge cock went back into her in one long unstoppable thrust, and she shook her head in disbelief as another orgasm swept through her. Behind Walter, Mulder pushed at the older man's back.  "I'm going in, now," he announced.  Dana held very still, feeling Walter being pressed into her, feeling him tremble, as Mulder penetrated him. This was Walter Skinner, the Bureau's meanest AD, one of the toughest men she'd ever met, shaking and all but whimpering with pleasure as one of his agents fucked him, filing his ass.  She held onto him, murmuring meaninglessly, as if he needed to be reassured. She couldn't see Mulder--her face was against Walter's chest--but she could *feel* when he withdrew and thrust in again.  It wasn't so much that Walter moved as that the shock of Mulder's motion went through Walter to her. Her insides rippled, pleased and expectant.  She hung on, her mouth open on a brown nipple, as Mulder thrust again, and again.  Walter's hands came down to cup her ass, to pull her against him, to reach around her thigh and rub roughly on her clit.  Gasping, she climaxed again, caught between the friction without and the friction within, Walter's rough fingers and Mulder's increasingly harder thrusts. Walter was beginning to move now, his hips counterpointing Mulder's.  Back onto Mulder's cock, forward into Dana's cunt. The rhythm was different but she loved it, it was the music she needed.  All three of them were groaning together now, drums and drones and wailing voices in their heads, and Dana realized she was coming over and over, squeezing Walter's cock again and again, laughing or sobbing with pleasure and unable to stop-- A short, high-pitched cry broke the rhythm.  Mulder slamming against his lovers and climaxing, crying out, his arms around both of them.  With an indescribable noise that seemed to come from his balls, Walter followed, pumping hard against Dana.  She shuddered in his arms, her name forgotten, everything forgotten, as one last orgasm split her in two, melted her down, and tempered her back together again. It was very, very quiet in the hotel room.  Dana felt tired, a little sore.  Walter grunted as Mulder withdrew; the younger man got up and vanished into the bathroom.  Dana eased away, cupping a hand over her mound; it felt like a great, gaping hole. Walter rolled onto his back, still breathing pretty heavily, and stared at the ceiling.  Mulder returned from the bathroom, and Walter heaved himself up and staggered in there himself. Dana grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped gingerly at her crotch.  Residual warmth spread through her body, along with some unease.  What now?  Mulder wasn't quite looking at her. Walter was in the bathroom a long time.  For lack of something to do, she got up and poured herself some more champagne.  For the first time she noticed that it was quite good, much better than the champagne at the retirement party.  Had Walter bought this?  She supposed he must have. He emerged from the bathroom as she finished the glass and stopped beside her. Mulder was standing on the far side of the bed.  Putting one hand on her shoulder, Walter refilled her glass with the other hand and poured more for himself as well.  Dana went to the bedside table, got Mulder's glass, and held it out to Walter, looking up at him. He was smiling as he poured the last of the champagne.  They both turned to Mulder, and Dana held out the glass to him. He came over and took it, his face closed, unreadable.  Dana reached up and brushed her fingers across his mouth.  Under that touch, his face relaxed; the eyes that met hers, then looked to Walter, were still a leafy green.  She clinked her glass against Mulder's, against Walter's, they clinked their glasses together, and the three of them drank. ********* end