Title: Persuasion	
Author/pseudonym: PegE
Email address: Friendly feedback to peg520@msn.com
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Doggett/Skinner
Warnings: SLASH: Consensual (eventually) m/m sex; BDSM themes
Spoilers: No
Status: Complete 
Date:5/12/03
Archive: Let me know where
Series/Sequel: 
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Summary: Skinner persuades Doggett to reconsider the nature of their 
relationship.

Disclaimer: Not mine; no money.
Notes: The doctor swears the medication should kick in soon…

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If he could just take enough deep breaths, the room was bound to stop 
spinning.

John Doggett shifted in the chair, trying to test how tightly he was 
bound. There was some wiggle room, but the nylon cord around his 
wrists and ankles wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

He was blindfolded and more than half asleep, but he could tell the 
room was fairly dark, and he felt a cool breeze coming from 
somewhere. He heard birds singing and cars going by, so he guessed he 
was in a residential neighborhood.

His jacket and service weapon were missing; he missed the reassuring 
heft of the shoulder holster. His shoes were also gone, along with 
his tie. And someone had taken his watch.

"Is anyone there? I'm a federal agent, so you wanna be very
careful what happens next," he called out into the darkness.
"There's still time to fix this." He fought to keep his eyes open, 
to stay awake and alert.

"C'mon, dammit. Tell what you want and me who you are.
I'm not in the mood to play games."

"Oh, but the game's just started, John," the response came, so close 
that Doggett flinched. A male voice, close enough that he felt the 
warm breath on his ear. And familiar, but he was still too drugged to 
identify the speaker. "Once you learn the rules, I think you're going 
to like it, blue eyes."

Blue eyes? What the hell?

"What do you want? I'm a federal agent, so – "

"I know who you are and what you think you are, blue eyes." His 
captor sounded amused. "We're going to work on that assumption. But 
first, I think you need to finish your nap. You still look awfully 
sleepy. Get some rest, and we'll talk again later."

Something warm brushed his cheek and Doggett flinched again. The 
bastard had kissed him. He heard a door click shut and just as sleep 
re-claimed him, he thought, Skinner.

He wasn't sure how much later he woke up, but it felt like he'd slept 
a long time. His mind felt clearer and the dizziness was gone. But he 
was hungry and very thirsty.

The door opened and Doggett tensed. A mental image of the A.D. 
flashed and he remembered being in Skinner's office. They were 
talking budgets and why the travel expenses for the X Files had been 
slashed. Skinner had offered him coffee, and that's the last
thing he remembered.

"Skinner, what is this?" An ugly suspicion filled him. "You bastard, 
where's Scully? Where's William? What have you done –"?

"John, John, John." Skinner sounded a little disappointed. Maybe 
bored. "You're almost as paranoid as Mulder, man. This has nothing to 
do with the X Files. Our agenda is purely recreational, I promise. 
And you could do with a little recreation, blue eyes. You're
wound a little tight."

"Don't call me that," he rasped. "Why am I here?"

"You're here to talk to me about our relationship," Skinner said, and 
Doggett thought he detected a thread of laughter in the man's voice, 
something close to flirtation. "First, though, let's get some food. I 
always think better on a full stomach."

Paper rustled and the smell of garlic and sesame assailed Doggett's 
senses, making his stomach growl.

"Hope you like Chinese," Skinner said. "Thirsty?"

Doggett nodded, and a straw was placed between his lips. He gulped 
down as much water as he could and Skinner waited patiently until 
he'd had his fill. "Thanks."

"Hunan chicken or orange beef?" was Skinner's response. "And do you 
want white rice or brown?"

"Jesus, Skinner, just tell me what you want!" Doggett wasn't sure 
which emotion was topmost, fury or panic.

"Well, I'd rather have the chicken, if it's all right with you." A 
carton was opened. "Eat up, blue eyes."

Doggett sighed. "Did you forget your pills this morning? Did you fall 
and hit your head?" Before he could say anything else, a sliver of 
beef was gently placed in his mouth. "Dammit, Skinner!"

"Don't talk with your mouth full. Didn't your mother teach you any 
manners?" Skinner was imperturbable as he continued feeding the
other man. "What kind of rice do you want?"

Realizing he'd lost this round, Doggett swallowed and shrugged. 
"Brown." He opened his mouth to receive a forkful.

Both men were quiet for the next several minutes, concentrating on 
their food. When his stomach had stopped growling, Doggett asked,
"Do you think we could take off the blindfold?"

"Not yet," Skinner said, and Doggett felt fingertips brushing a grain 
of rice from the corner of his lips. He shivered at the touch and 
Skinner chuckled. "Do I make you nervous, John?" He stroked Doggett's 
lower lip with his thumb. "We'll add that to the agenda when we 
finish dinner."

The stroking stopped abruptly and Doggett let out a panicked breath. 

"What exactly are you planning for after dinner?" He hoped he didn't 
sound as frightened as he felt, but the whole thing – the blindfold, 
the tied hands and feet, Skinner's flirtatious manner – was more than 
freaking him out.

"I told you, John. We're going to talk about the nature of our 
relationship."

"If we actually have a relationship, I don't think drugging me and 
kidnapping me is going to do much to improve it," Doggett couldn't 
keep the snarl out of his voice.

"It's a little drastic, I agree." Skinner was perfectly amenable. 
"But I didn't think you'd respond to a more traditional approach."

"Traditional?" Doggett's head was spinning again. Maybe it was the 
blindfold.

"You know. Flowers. Dinner and a movie. A quiet little lunch 
somewhere in Georgetown."

A light bulb flicked on and sputtered out almost immediately. "You 
wanna ask me out on a date?" Doggett's voice broke on the last 
word. "What the hell is this?"  He tried to pull his hands free, 
tugging futilely at the cording. 

"Calm down. You're not going anywhere until I decide to let you go. 
You've finished the beef. Do you want some more rice?"

More spinning, but it was slowing down. "No, I'm good. I could use 
some water, though."

Skinner brought him the water. "There's ice cream, if you want 
dessert. And I can read you your fortune cookie."

"I'm not sure I wanna know what it says. Can we just get to the point 
here, Skinner?"

"Call me Walt." The thread of laughter was back. "C'mon, John; you 
can say it."

There was no point losing patience, Doggett reminded himself. "All 
right, Walt. Let's get to the point. Please," he added, trying to 
remember the hostage negotiation course he'd taken at Quantico. 
Placate, placate, placate, disable. At least, he thought that's what 
the instructor had said.

"That's better. No point being formal outside the office." He placed 
his palm gently on the back of Doggett's neck, smiling when the other 
man hissed. "Sure you don't want that ice cream?"

"The point, Walt!" Doggett jerked away from Skinner's touch, 
disturbed by the tingling sensation he could still feel.

Doggett sensed Skinner's sudden nearness and felt the man kneel in 
front of him. "Here's my point, blue eyes."

And then Doggett was being thoroughly kissed. He tried to wriggle 
away, but Skinner was relentless, holding Doggett's head still as he 
plundered his mouth. Doggett struggled against a rising tide of 
panic, only to find it being replaced, slowly, by a warm wave of 
lust. Skinner's tongue brushed against his lips and he whimpered and 
opened his mouth to the other man, flooded by strange and familiar 
sensations.

Doggett couldn't quite adjust to being held and kissed by someone 
bigger and stronger; he couldn't get comfortable in Skinner's 
embrace. Impatient, Skinner gently tilted the other man's head to one 
side, and then continued kissing him.

Doggett wasn't sure how long they'd been locked together when Skinner 
finally licked his way free of the kiss.

Both men were breathing hard. Doggett tried not to feel abandoned 
without Skinner's mouth covering his, and he tried harder to ignore 
the way his cock was straining at his trousers.

Skinner's voice was a little ragged, but the laughter was still 
there. "I think we've got something to talk about."

"I think you'd better let me the hell outta here now!" Doggett jerked 
against the chair, almost tipping over.

Skinner caught him, held him close. "I think somebody needs another 
kiss," he whispered against Doggett's ear. Doggett moaned, helpless, 
as Skinner's mouth covered his again, and then he was lost. Skinner 
abandoned Doggett's mouth to cover his face with kisses. Doggett 
shifted, blindly, trying to reconnect, and then they were locked 
together again. Skinner's hand wandered from Doggett's jaw line down 
his flank, finally settling at his waist, as his tongue teased the 
other man's in a slow, sensual dance.

Skinner drew away again, letting his forehead rest on Doggett's as he 
kept stroking the hair at the base of his neck. "You have the most 
wonderful mouth," he breathed against Doggett's temple, and Doggett 
felt a blush spreading from the tips of his ears over his face. Then 
he felt Skinner's lips brushing his forehead, his temple, his cheeks, 
whatever he could reach. "And the rest of you's not bad, either." The 
hand at Doggett's waist slid gently up his chest, finally resting at 
one nipple, and then Skinner was skillfully tweaking that nipple with 
his fingertips, teasing it until it was a hard, aching point.

"Dammit, Walt!"

"What's wrong, John?" Skinner's voice was soothing, taking the edge 
off the panic that threatened to overwhelm Doggett again.

"I'm not – " There was no good way to say this. "I don't do this with 
men," he ground out, trying not to moan when Skinner's fingertips 
sought out his other nipple. More stroking and his left nipple was as 
hard and aching as its twin.

"Sure about that?" Skinner teased. His lips brushed Doggett's 
lightly. "It's good to try new things, John. Don't want to get stuck 
in a rut."

Another drugging kiss and Doggett sighed, melting under the other 
man's mouth. He felt the buttons on his shirt being unfastened and 
panicked. "No, don't."

Skinner ignored him and soon was tugging Doggett's shirt free from 
the waistband of his trousers. He spread the shirt open, then tugged 
Doggett's undershirt loose, pulling it up to reveal his chest. 
Doggett hissed when Skinner's fingers traced the bare skin of his 
stomach. "Stop it!" Skinner only bent forward to take one nipple into 
his mouth. He suckled Doggett hungrily, teasing him almost to the 
point of pain before shifting to his other nipple and repeating the 
routine. He spent long minutes sucking and stroking Doggett's 
nipples, chuckling as the other man tried to wriggle away from his 
questing hands and mouth.

"Tell me again what you don't do," Skinner murmured, and one hand 
slid smoothly from Doggett's chest to his crotch. Doggett couldn't 
speak when Skinner's hand closed gently around his erection. Skinner 
kissed him again and began lightly stroking and squeezing Doggett's 
cock, forcing a groan from the other man. "I like this, blue eyes."

Doggett liked it, too, but he'd die before he admitted it. "Get your 
hands off me," he rasped. "Get away from me, you bastard!"

Skinner laughed again, but removed his hand. "I'll stop for now," he 
said, and kissed Doggett lightly on the lips. He stroked Doggett's 
jaw and mouth with his thumb for several seconds before standing up.

Doggett heard a chair being pulled up beside him. "Could you take the 
blindfold off now? Please?" He didn't like the quavering note in his 
voice, but he couldn't help it.

"Sure. What the hell," Skinner said, and Doggett felt the fabric fall 
away from his eyes.

He blinked for several seconds, trying to adjust to the dim light in 
the room. He could barely see Skinner looming over him at first, but 
his vision soon cleared.

Skinner looked good, he admitted reluctantly. He wore a white button-
down shirt loose over faded jeans. His feet were bare, and his 
shirtsleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms.

The big guy was kinda…hot, Doggett conceded, then scrambled to derail 
that train of thought. He really didn't think it was a good idea to 
go there. Especially not when his lower half was so urgently trying 
to get his attention, protesting its abandonment.

"Thanks," Doggett said, and swallowed, uncomfortably aware of how dry 
his mouth was and how much he missed Skinner's warm bulk.

Skinner smiled and picked up the water bottle, holding the straw to 
Doggett's lips. "There's beer in the fridge, if you'd rather have 
something stronger," he said.

Doggett's lips quirked as he drank. At least Skinner was a good 
host. "No, I'm fine."

"Okay." He sat back in the chair he'd pull up beside Doggett and 
stretched one long leg out to kick the other man. "So what do you 
think, blue eyes?"

Doggett grimaced at the nickname. "I'm thinking it's time for you to 
untie me and let me go home. I think this game has gone far enough, 
Walt."

"Really? 'Cause I got the impression that you were really enjoying 
all the kissing we were doing a few minutes ago." 

Doggett felt himself blushing again. "Don't get any ideas, Skinner. 
We're still in major felony territory here."

"I don't hear you screaming for help." The laughter was back and 
something more. Something seductive.

"Would anyone hear me if I did? Where are we, anyway?"

"My place. Don't worry, John. You're perfectly safe. But I do plan on 
kissing you some more," Skinner winked at him. "A lot more. I've been 
thinking about it a lot lately, and I decided it was time to do 
something about it."

"You coulda just asked me, you know."

"Yeah, that would have gone over well."

"As well as THIS?"

Skinner grinned and nodded toward Doggett's crotch. "I think I can 
claim some success."

Doggett decided to bluff it out. "All right, let's cut the crap. 
What's it gonna take for you to let me outta here?"

Skinner didn't answer immediately. Instead, he just stared at Doggett 
for several seconds, dark eyes unreadable.

Eventually Doggett started to squirm. "Take a picture, Skinner."

The other man smiled. "I like looking at you, John." He spoke softly, 
and something in his voice sent a shiver up Doggett's spine. "You 
should know that by now."

"What do you want?" The desperation in his voice surprised him.

"Let me make love to you tonight," Skinner said. "All night. You can 
leave in the morning, and we both walk away, no strings."

Doggett started to object, but Skinner interrupted. "Don't worry; I 
know you've never been with a man before. I won't hurt you. I'll only 
use my hands and mouth.  You won't have to do anything; just lie 
there and let me enjoy you."

So many questions were swirling through Doggett's brain that he 
couldn't speak for several seconds. Then his jaw dropped as he 
realized what Skinner was offering. "You want to – Jesus Christ!"

There's an offer you don't get every day, a little voice in his head 
pointed out. The same voice, he thought, that had reminded him he 
didn't kiss men. And the same voice that was now pointing out that he 
hadn't, in fact, kissed anyone in a long, long time.

Doggett decided to try to reason with the man sitting opposite him. 
Just for the sake of argument. "And if I say no?"

Bad idea, the little voice advised.

Skinner agreed. "Then you stay in the chair and I continue my little 
game. The same thing's going to happen, blue eyes, but we'll both 
enjoy it a lot more in my big, comfortable bed."

Back at the academy, they'd called this coercion. It was still a 
felony.

"I don't see much of a choice there, Walt," he said, for the sake of 
argument.

"It's a narrow range of options, I agree," Skinner said. "But I 
promise you, there's a huge difference."

The two men just eyed each other. Doggett had no idea what Skinner 
was thinking, but he couldn't seem to stop fixating on the taste of 
Skinner's mouth and the skill with which he used it. The guy 
definitely had a gift, he conceded. The kissing had been good. The 
touching had been good. The idea of the kissing and touching 
continuing to the southern extremes of his anatomy made him 
incoherent.

"And what do you want from me if I say yes?" He was not negotiating, 
he reminded himself. He was clarifying his options.

"The right to kiss and touch and fondle you anywhere, and in any way, 
I please, for as long as I please, until 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. 
You don't have to touch me at all. All you have to do is lie back and 
think of Roswell while I explore you."

"What if I want to touch you?" The question was out before Doggett 
could stop it.

Skinner smiled. "Sorry, blue eyes; this is my game. Play by the 
rules, or I'll tie you up."

All night, the man had said. Doggett wasn't sure if the emotion he 
was feeling was panic or lust. But he was sure his cock was aching 
for attention and he missed the feeling of Skinner's hands and mouth 
on his body.

"Kiss me again," he demanded, and wondered who the hell had
said that.

Skinner smiled and knelt beside him. He leaned forward and ever so 
gently let his lips brush Doggett's, then leaned back to look at him 
again. "Happy?"

"No, a real kiss. Like before."

The smile was replaced by a grin, and then Doggett was being kissed 
again.

Oh, man, he thought, welcoming Skinner's mouth enthusiastically, 
seeking out his tongue. Debate settled. Several kisses later, they 
drew apart, needing air.

Doggett reveled in the sensation as Skinner stroked his jaw and the 
back of his neck. I could get used to this, he thought, and grinned. 
In fact, he was going to have to.

"I still want that lunch in Georgetown, Walt. Now take me to bed. 
Nine o'clock's not that far away."

Doggett hadn't thought the big man could move that fast. In what 
seemed like seconds, his wrists and legs were free and Skinner was 
massaging his arms to get the blood flowing again.

"All right?" the big man asked.

Doggett wondered if he should even try to put a label on what he was 
feeling.

Wicked? Daring? Terrified?

Seriously turned on. That seemed to work as well as anything.  "All 
right," he replied.

Skinner took him by the hand and led him down the hall to a darkened 
room. He pinned Doggett in the doorway with another kiss, and when 
they drew apart, the bedside light was on.

The bed was big and it certainly looked comfortable, Doggett thought. 
And were those silk sheets?

Who'd have guessed?

"Sure about this?" Skinner was asking, and Doggett looked up, jolted 
back to reality.

He grinned. "Oh, yeah." And then it was his turn to kiss Skinner. He 
took his time, suckling Skinner's lips and tongue, and enjoying the 
exploration. Skinner's breathing was ragged when the kiss ended.

Skinner rewarded him with a full-on smile. Then they were locked 
together again and Skinner was pulling off Doggett's shirt as he 
maneuvered him toward the bed. His trousers followed quickly, and 
Doggett felt his socks being stripped off as Skinner pressed him 
gently back against the mattress.

He reached up to pull Skinner into another kiss, but felt his wrists 
trapped overhead. "Oh, no, blue eyes. Remember the rules. Hands at 
your sides or I get tough."


Reluctantly, Doggett did what he was told. "You know, rules were 
meant to be broken," he said, hopeful.

Skinner grinned again. "Not in this bed. Behave, and if you're a very 
good boy, I'll make it worth your while." He kissed Doggett lightly 
and stood. "Your turn to stare," he said and winked. Then he stripped 
off his clothes, too quickly in Doggett's opinion. But the view was 
still great. "No applause?" Skinner demanded, naked.

"I can't clap with my hands at my sides," Doggett said, mildly. "And 
I'm too thirsty to whistle."

"Crybaby. Hang on." Skinner turned away and called over his 
shoulder, "And don't move!" He disappeared into what must have been a 
bathroom and was back seconds later with a glass of water. "Sit up," 
he instructed.

Doggett complied and Skinner held the glass to his lips. When he'd 
had his fill, Skinner pulled the glass away, spilling a few drops of 
water on Doggett's chest. He leaned forward to lap it up and Doggett 
inhaled sharply, nearly jumping off the bed.

"Easy, blue eyes," Skinner laughed. "We've got all night. Lie back 
now."

Doggett settled back against the pillows, hands at his sides, and 
waited for Skinner to make the first move.

The big man gave him a mock leer. "Where to start?" he asked, making 
a show of looking Doggett up and down. He stretched out next to 
Doggett, then folded him into his arms. "I guess your mouth's as good 
a place as any," he murmured, and Doggett grinned into the kiss
that followed.

Skinner draped himself across Doggett, covering his face and throat 
with kisses. Doggett sighed and shivered as his shoulders and chest 
were kissed and caressed. When Skinner bent to begin sucking his 
nipples again, he groaned, and lifted his hand to cradle the other 
man's cheek.

"I warned you about that," Skinner said, moving Doggett's hands back 
to his sides. "Now, behave." And then he returned to licking and 
nibbling Doggett's nipples, applying himself to the task with great 
concentration.

"God, Walt," Doggett groaned. "Let me touch you."

Skinner planted a kiss on Doggett's sternum. "Nope." Then he began 
dropping a series of kisses over Doggett's abdomen, slowing when he 
reached the waistband of his boxers. "I think it's time for these to 
go, don't you?"

Without further urging, Doggett lifted his hips and Skinner pulled 
his shorts down and tossed them aside. Skinner planted kisses over 
Doggett's stomach and hips, carefully avoiding his straining cock. 
When Doggett groaned in frustration, he only laughed. "Open your legs 
for me," he instructed, and Doggett obeyed immediately. Skinner 
settled between his thighs, gently lifting Doggett's knees up. For 
the next half hour or so, Doggett bit his lip to keep from whimpering 
as Skinner licked and kissed his thighs, calves and ankles. Fists 
clenched, he struggled to obey Skinner's hands-off rule, but when 
Skinner brushed two fingers across his balls, he groaned and tried to 
grab the teasing hand.

"Dammit, are you tryin' to kill me?" he demanded, and his voice was 
almost a whine.

"Bad Doggett," Skinner said. "I told you what would happen if you 
didn't play nice. Did you listen to me?" He reached into a nightstand 
drawer and pulled out a length of red velvet cord. "No, of course 
not. Hands over your head, blue eyes."

Doggett just looked at him, disbelieving. "You're kidding."

Skinner made a loop with the cord. "Now, John. If you really want to 
push it, I've got handcuffs. You won't like them."

Reluctantly, Doggett stretched his arms over his head, wrists 
crossed. Skinner looped the cord around his wrists, then around the 
headboard and pulled the cord tight. He fussed with the cord for a 
few minutes, tied a few knots and settled back next to Doggett, 
apparently satisfied.

"I told you, no hands. I meant it," he told Doggett. "Now I'm going 
to start all over and kiss and touch you from head to toe to punish 
you for disobeying. You'll lie there and take it, or the next 
punishment will be worse."

True to his word, Skinner made a slow, sensual onslaught down the 
length of Doggett's body. Doggett groaned and writhed as Skinner 
explored him with his hands and mouth. Again, Skinner neglected his 
cock, brushing teasingly close to it with his fingertips and the tip 
of his tongue. He stroked and kissed Doggett's feet, suckling each 
toe in turn, before settling back to survey Doggett, who was nearly 
incoherent with sensation.

"Over onto your belly," Skinner instructed.

Doggett didn't move. "What are you going to do?" he asked, suspicious.

"The same thing I've been doing, only better." Skinner swatted his 
thigh. "Now, move."

Doggett wasn't sure how much more of this particular torture he could 
stand, but he was more than willing to find out. Skinner's version of 
punishment was pleasurable in the extreme; every inch of his skin 
tingled and he welcomed the unrelieved ache in his groin.

Trying not to shiver with anticipation, he turned over, with a slight 
assist from Skinner. Pillows were adjusted as he settled in and 
finally Skinner asked, "Comfy?"

Doggett took a deep breath. "Yeah." He tried to brace for Skinner's 
touch, but was unprepared for the feathery sensation that whispered 
down his spine. He tensed, unable to see what Skinner was doing, then 
relaxed as he realized he was feeling Skinner's fingertips tracing 
his spinal column.

"Like that?" Skinner's voice was wonderfully soft.

"Oh, yeah," Doggett sighed, and was rewarded with a chuckle.

"Told you it would be good. Relax now." And then Skinner was kissing 
the nape of his neck, his shoulders, the ridge of his spine. For 
several minutes, he kissed and licked his way up and down Doggett's 
back, eliciting several soft moans and gasps from the other man. When 
he reached the base of Doggett's spine, Skinner began softly 
massaging his ass, gently squeezing each cheek.

"God!" Doggett had never imagined anything remotely like this, but he 
was sure as hell enjoying it. As Skinner massaged him, he thrust his 
hips back to meet him.

"Anyone ever played with your ass like this?" Skinner stroked the 
cleft with one finger, sending another jolt of sensation up Doggett's 
spine.

"No," Doggett admitted.

"They didn't know what they were missing," Skinner said, lightly 
pinching one cheek as he continued stroking the cleft of Doggett's 
ass. "This is a treasure." He pinched the other cheek and then began 
cupping and stroking again. "Open your legs for me again."

Doggett was too relaxed to argue; he just sighed and spread himself 
as wide open as he could. Skinner slipped between his legs again and 
Doggett felt him slide down until he could kiss each ass cheek.

"Lift your hips," Skinner told him. "And don't rub against the 
mattress. I don't want you to come yet."

And then Skinner's tongue was dipping into the cleft his finger had 
just left, and Doggett's hips were jerking wildly. Doggett groaned 
when he felt Skinner's tongue teasing the tight opening of his ass. 
He should have demanded that Skinner stop, but it felt too good.

Skinner kept tonguing him for what felt like hours; when he finally 
stopped, Doggett was too limp with pleasure to move.

"What the hell did you do to me?" he demanded, when he could speak 
again.

"I told you I plan to enjoy every part of you tonight." Skinner 
pinched each cheek again. "And speaking of enjoying every part, turn 
over. There's one part I haven't tasted yet, and I've worked up a 
hell of an appetite."

"You want to – " Doggett couldn't finish the sentence, but Skinner 
wasn't the least bit shy.

"I want to make you come in my mouth, blue eyes. Turn over."

This time Doggett didn't need an assist. Skinner settled in between 
his thighs – odd how normal that felt, Doggett thought with the part 
of his brain that still functioned – and got to work.

He started by kissing the rise of Doggett's hipbones, making Doggett 
whimper and spread his legs even wider apart. For the next several 
minutes, Skinner stroked and kissed his abdomen and groin until, 
finally, he gently cupped Doggett's balls and rubbed his thumb along 
the length of his cock.

Doggett was afraid he would start hyperventilating as Skinner stroked 
his cock; he couldn't seem to control the sounds he was making, and 
he nearly screamed when Skinner finally took him into his mouth.

"Ohgodohgodohgod…" Skinner's tongue was circling the head of his 
cock, bringing a drop of moisture forth. He kept licking and sucking, 
finally swallowing Doggett whole.

Doggett managed to grasp the headboard as Skinner began another long 
suck. Skinner's tongue was dancing across the tip of his cock and one 
hand was stroking and squeezing his balls. One lick, then two, then 
three, and then Doggett was screaming, incoherent as he pumped wildly 
into Skinner's mouth. He felt Skinner's jaw working, knew the big man 
was swallowing his cum and then he couldn't think any more as his 
entire body went limp.

He didn't know how much later he opened his eyes to find Skinner 
propped on one elbow and grinning at him. "Still need
persuading?"

Doggett could only shake his head. Definitely convinced, he was.

They kissed again and Skinner slipped his arms around Doggett, 
pulling him close. "Good?" he murmured, dropping a kiss on his 
shoulder.

"Hold me tighter," Doggett said. He didn't think it was what he'd 
meant to say, but Skinner's touch felt so good that he didn't second-
guess himself.

They lay curled together, breathing in rhythm as Skinner stroked 
Doggett's chest and flank. Doggett sighed and enjoyed the caress, 
angling his head up for a kiss. Skinner smiled and obliged him.

Sweet minutes later, Skinner was untying his wrists. "I think I'm 
safe, at least for a little while," he whispered.

"Mmm. I'm not going anywhere just yet," Doggett agreed. He turned 
toward Skinner to snuggle against the bigger man's chest. Skinner 
chuckled and wrapped his arms around him again. Hands freed, Doggett 
took advantage of the chance to touch, skimming the top of Skinner's 
head, then his shoulders and the smooth width of his back. "Feels 
nice," he said, letting his hands stop at Skinner's waist. Tempting 
as it was, he wasn't quite brave enough to explore further.

"Yes, it does," Skinner agreed and they kissed again. "Why'd you 
stop?"

Doggett wasn't sure if the other man was challenging him or flirting. 
He had no idea what the best answer would be, so he went with the 
truth. "I'm not sure," he admitted.

Skinner smiled. "Good enough. Whenever you're ready, John."

Doggett was still thinking about that when he fell asleep.

When he woke up, Skinner was rummaging around in the nightstand next 
to him. He tried to sit up, but found his wrists bound overhead 
again. He was stretched out on his stomach.

"What the hell?" He fought panic, wondering what Skinner was 
planning. "Jesus, Skinner!"

Skinner tried to soothe him. "Easy, blue eyes; it's all right. I'm 
not going to hurt you, I promise."

Doggett stopped trying to pull free as he felt Skinner stroke his 
shoulders and chest. "What are you going to do?" 

"Well, I'm not planning to rape you, if that's what you're worried 
about." Skinner's voice was teasing, but the kiss he planted on 
Doggett's mouth was tender. Doggett relaxed, and more kisses 
followed. "Better?" Skinner whispered.

"Yeah. Sorry." Doggett tried to remember to breathe. Just his hands 
and mouth, the man had said.

"Good." Another kiss. "I'm going to put a pillow under your hips. 
Lift up."

Doggett obeyed, still wondering what was going on. His hips and ass 
were raised several inches off the bed. "What were you looking for?" 
Voice steady, sort of.

"This," Skinner said, and waved a small bottle of lubricant. "You 
seemed to enjoy having your ass played with, so I thought I'd try it 
again for round two. I want to taste you again while I jerk you off."

Doggett closed his eyes. "Do I get a vote?" Too much, he thought, 
remembering the overwhelming sensation of Skinner's early  
explorations.

"You're going to have to be pretty convincing, if it's a no vote."  
Skinner squeezed a little of the lubricant into his palm, then rubbed 
his hands together. His hands were silky on the small of Doggett's 
back. "Relax, John. Enjoy this."

Doggett tried again. "Y'know, I'm not sure I can manage a second 
round. You get past 40, and these things don't always happen."

"They do when I'm in charge." Soft, warm kisses covered Doggett's 
shoulders, then the nape of his neck. "Open up for me, blue eyes. I 
want to hear you scream my name again." Skinner's voice was almost a 
purr.

"I'm not sure I can do this," Doggett was panicky as Skinner's kneed 
his thighs apart. Skinner's tongue traced a warm, wet trail down his 
spinal column and Doggett groaned, arching his back at the 
sensation. "God, Walt."

"Of course you can do it." Silken lips brushed the base of his spine, 
and a quicksilver tongue lapped at the cleft of his ass. "Just relax 
and let me play with you." The tongue dipped a little deeper and 
Doggett's hips jerked convulsively. He groaned again when Skinner 
began stroking his balls with the tips of fingers and Doggett veered 
from panic to desperation. Much more of this, and he'd be insane.

"Don't you want to let me get you off first?" Teeth nipped at one 
cheek and a long finger stroked his shaft.

"Nope. The only thing I want to do right now is drive you crazy, blue 
eyes. So shut up and enjoy it."

The hands and mouth tormenting him became more insistent, and with a 
half-sob, Doggett tumbled from desperation to submission. For the 
next several minutes, he held on for dear life as Skinner worked him 
over. Finally, he found himself jerking his hips between Skinner's 
devouring mouth and greedy hands, the dual stimulation almost painful 
in its intensity.

Almost, but not quite; Skinner was too skilled to actually hurt him. 
But Doggett was definitely earning his pleasure as Skinner wrung 
every sensation from him, nearly making him beg for release. 
Skinner's hands and tongue moved in rhythm, and before Doggett could 
warn him, he was coming, screaming as he exploded.

This time, Doggett didn't notice when Skinner untied him. He was 
vaguely aware of being turned over and feeling a warm towel gently 
brushed over his thighs and privates, and he definitely remembered 
burrowing back into Skinner's arms. There were a few kisses in there 
somewhere, and whispered reassurances from Skinner that, no, he 
wouldn't let go, and yes, everything was just fine.

He knew that much. And, though he was completely unsure of everything 
else, he knew he and Skinner fit together perfectly as they wrapped 
themselves around each other.

For tonight, it was enough, he decided.

The sound of the rain against the bedroom window woke Doggett up. It 
was definitely daylight, though there was no sign of the sun. The 
clock read 9:30. Skinner was still asleep, sprawled on his back, arms 
outstretched over his head. Doggett took advantage of the opportunity 
to study the other man, admiring the smooth bulk of muscle and flesh 
and silken skin. He'd never imagined the male body held so much 
potential, he conceded, drawing the sheet off Skinner's naked form so 
he could enjoy the full view. Skinner stirred a little, but didn't 
wake up. Doggett noted he was half-erect, even in his sleep.

Skinner had never taken him up off on his offer, he recalled, 
remembering the ridge of the other man's erection against his hip. He 
let his eyes wander more. Definitely a great view.

And so much potential, he mused, recalling how much delight Skinner 
had taken in exploring him. Parts still tingled from all that 
attention. Other parts stirred, stimulated by the sight of a 
sleeping, naked Walter Skinner.

The man was full of delicious potential, Doggett decided, and 
grinned. The red velvet cord was still looped around the headboard, 
and Skinner was still sound asleep as Doggett efficiently bound his 
wrists.

Skinner stirred a little as Doggett tentatively stroked his chest. 
Encouraged, he stroked harder, enjoying the sensation of hard muscle 
and smooth skin. He gently flicked one nipple, teasing it until it 
was pebble-hard before moving to the next. Curious, he leaned forward 
to taste each one and was pleasantly surprised. More possibilities 
than he'd ever have imagined, each better than the last.

He began planting soft kisses over Skinner's chest and was halfway to 
his groin when the big man finally woke up completely. "John?" He 
tried to sit up and swore when he realized it was his turn to be tied 
up. "Goddammit, John, let me go."
His voice faltered as Doggett's tongue dipped into his 
bellybutton. "Jesus," he groaned, and Doggett was thrilled to realize 
the big man was now fully erect.

His fingertips trailed across Skinner's flat stomach to the sensitive 
skin stretched over his hipbones. He laughed appreciatively when 
Skinner hissed at the caress. Growing bolder by the second, he traced 
an outline around Skinner's straining cock, laughing again at the 
other man's outraged exclamation.

"Don't worry, Walt; I'll just use my hands and mouth." He leaned 
forward to kiss Skinner, remembering how thoroughly his own mouth had 
been ravished. He slipped his tongue between Skinner's lips and 
grinned at Skinner's swift intake of breath as his fingers skimmed 
Skinner's nipples. His mouth followed and Skinner groaned, arching 
his back in surrender.

Endless possibilities, Doggett concluded happily and found Skinner's 
mouth again, luxuriating in it before whispering, "Paybacks are a 
bitch, Walt." He stroked Skinner's thigh, brushing dangerously close 
to his cock. "Or maybe I should call you Pookie."