Gunslinger

by DiAnn

*E-mail:* scarlet679@hotmail.com

*Rating:* NC17 - SLASH

*Category:* Pure Trash /Discipline / m/m Slash/ AU

*Warning:* Mulder / Skinner Slash.

If you don't like this kind of thing, or you are underage, go somewhere
else . . . Please! I don't want to hear from you and I don't want to
hear from your Mama.

*Spoiler:* Some characters appear from past episodes.

*Summary:* An AU Slash-Fantasy - In a time of cowboys and magic, a
gunslinger comes to town.

*Disclaimer:* I do not, nor ever will, own Mulder, Skinner or anyone
else from the X-Files. I am borrowing them without permission and am
obviously not receiving money for this stuff. We all know who they
really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of other people but again, not me.



Fox Mulder watched, dismayed, as the chicken strutted to and fro,
pecking frantically at imaginary tidbits in the dusty street. He let his
teeth sink a little deeper into his full bottom lip.

"Uh, is that what you had in mind, sheriff?"

Mulder looked up at his deputy, then back down to his . . .uh, prisoner.
Smiley Peters had come in off the ranch, had a few too many beers and
tried to shoot up the town.

"Well yeah. You have to be hard on first time offenders, you know?"

"Well, I have to admit turning him into a chicken should discourage him
from coming to Barstow to let off a little steam again." The deputy
looked over at the Muddy Boot Saloon where several cowboys watched with
wide-eyed curiosity. "How long you gonna' leave him like that?"

"Huh? Oh uh, only a day or two. I . . .I uh, gotta' go back to the
office. And Danny, I don't want another incident like what happened with
that drifter last week. You make sure nobody . . .uh, eats the prisoner
for dinner this time."

"Will do, boss." Deputy Pendrill snatched up the squawking bird and
headed over to Old Man Brewster's chicken coop.

Mulder closed the door of his office, then leaned his head against the
solid wood, banging it gently. He should never have let the towns people
talk him into taking the job of sheriff. True, he was the only wizard in
these parts but he couldn't control his magic. It was only a matter of
time before he killed somebody

He made his way over to the huge black book that had been handed down in
his family for generations. A Wizard's Book of Magic and Spells. It was
just too bad his father hadn't seen the need to teach his son how to use
his inherited power. Everything with his old man had been such a damn
big secret.

"Okay," Mulder flipped quickly through the book. "Turning a chicken back
into a man. It's got to be in here somewhere."

The office door burst open revealing Deputy Pendrill bent over, grasping
his knees, panting raggedly. "You gotta' come quick, sheriff, there's a
gunslinger come to town."

Mulder let his head drop down onto his chest. A gunslinger. Shit! He
needed to study his book before he went out there again. He wasn't a man
to shirk his duties but that drunk and disorderly cowboy had been the
third chicken this week. He wasn't ready to have to deal with a
gunslinger at the moment.

"Oh and Bessie Mae said she wants you to get that tree out of her
kitchen before it's time to cook dinner. She says you put it there, you
get it out."

"She asked for my help."

"I'm just passing on her message, sheriff. Truth be told, I don't think
a tree growing in the middle of her house was what she had in mind when
she said she needed a supply of wood for the winter."

Mulder groaned as he buried his head in his hands. "Tell her I'll take
care of it as soon as I can. Where's the gunslinger?"

"Over at the Muddy Boot Saloon having a beer. Oh, and Old Man Brewster
said to tell you to be careful this time. He don't have room for no more
chickens over at his place. He wondered if you changed the last word or
two of that spell, maybe he could get a cow this time."

Mulder groaned louder as he once more buried his face in his hands.

"Better get going, sheriff. That gunslinger is a big devil, all dressed
in black and real mean lookin'. He'll have the town in a uproar if you
don't send him packin' and quick."

"Yeah right. Send him packing, or clucking whichever the case may be."
Mulder mumbled as he reluctantly rose from his chair.



Sheriff Mulder stood in the dusty street looking at the swinging doors
of the saloon. He tugged at the waist of his pants but as usual they
just settled low on his slim hips again. He took a deep breath and blew
it out between his full lips. No use delaying any longer.

The inside of the saloon was dim after the brightness of the afternoon
sun but it didn't take long for Mulder to spot the gunslinger. He was
probably the biggest man the sheriff had ever seen. He stood leaning
against the bar, one foot propped arrogantly on the brass foot rail. He
had a full glass of whiskey in front of him and his eyes trained on the
sheriff.

Mulder swallowed hard under the intense scrutiny. The gunslinger's black
eyes started at the tip of his boots and traveled slowly up his body
until they rested on his face.

"Are you my welcome to town gift, little boy?"

Mulder almost choked, reaching up quickly to see if the badge he wore
over his heart had fallen off or something.

"I'm the sheriff!"

The big man smiled as he turned to face Mulder, both elbows resting
behind him on the bar as the heel of one boot hooked into the brass rail
behind him.

"That so? You're a mighty pretty little thing to have that kind of
dangerous profession."

Mulder felt himself blush as he heard a few snickers around him. His
boyish good-looks had not proven to be a big asset in the performance of
his job duties. Everyone in town teased him unmercifully about how young
he looked, at least when they weren't running for their lives from one
of his misbegotten magic spells.

Mulder hooked his thumbs in his belt, glaring at the gunslinger. "I'm
tougher than I look so I suggest you pack up and keep moving. We don't
need your kind in our town."

"Really," the man gave him another of those leering looks. "I think I'm
exactly what you need, boy."

"Look, gunslinger . . ."

"Skinner."

"What?"

"Skinner. My name is Walter Skinner."

Mulder raised his right hand, one elegant finger pointed at the arrogant
gunslinger. "This is your last chance to get out of town, Skinner. I
suggest you mount up and ride."

"Yeah," someone piped up from the crowd. "Ride now or fly later. Cluck!
Cluck! Cluck!"

Mulder rolled his eyes heavenward as he looked around for the heckler.
"That's not very supportive, you know? I should just let this guy
terrorize you for a while. See how you like that."

"At least with me they wouldn't have to worry about waking up to find a
two-thousand pound pumpkin sitting in the middle of main street." The
gunslinger took another sip of his beer as he laughingly looked over the
rim at the beautiful young sheriff.

"That was a very specific instance of a small miscalculation on my part
and anyway I took care of . . .Hey, how did you know about that?"

"Calm down, sweetheart. I'm not here to cause you or your town any
trouble. I'm here to help you. And in helping you, I'll certainly be
helping them."

Mulder's eyes narrowed as he once more raised his hand at the big
dark-clad man. "We don't need your help. I said ride and I meant for you
to do it now. You're not welcome here, Skinner."

"I'm staying, pretty boy."

"Then I suggest we move this out on the street, gunslinger."

Skinner calmly finished off his last ounce of beer and moved to follow
the young sheriff out of the saloon, his eyes never leaving the man's
denim covered butt. He was going to enjoy this town.

Upon reaching the street, the two men turned immediately to face each
other and started backing away, their hands staying in clear view.
Several women screamed, grabbing their children as they sought safety
inside the buildings that lined main street.

"Still time to change your mind, pretty boy. We can still do this the
easy way."

Mulder watched as the gunslinger's slowly moved one hand to rest on the
butt of the six-shooter that rested on his hip.

"You know that gun is of no use against a wizard, Skinner."

"I know."

"This is my town."

"I know."

Skinner smiled as the young sheriff slowly licked that luscious bottom lip.

"I don't want you here."

"I know, sweetheart. But I'm staying just the same."

"We'll just see about that, gunslinger." Mulder raised his hand as a
stream of clear, blue fire shot from his fingertips. Before he even knew
what had happened he felt himself wrapped in a fiery, pulsing, sapphire
cocoon, his knees buckling under him.

The witnesses swore that they never saw the gunslinger move, but before
the sheriff could fall to the ground the big man was at his side
swinging him up into his muscular arms.

Skinner looked down at the sleeping face of the man he held in his arms.
He saw a few of the towns people take a tentative step forward. He
turned to them, their unconscious sheriff draped possessively in his arms.

"You don't need to be concerned for him. I'm the Grand High Wizard of
the North. I've heard rumors of a powerful young wizard living here who
didn't know how to control his magic. I also heard, and quite correctly,
that he was as beautiful as he was talented. I've come to claim him and
to train him as well. Do you stand behind me in this or do you need
further proof of my honorable intentions or my magical abilities?"

The towns people just stared at him, round-eyed with wonder. Finally one
of the more bold found their tongue. "But . . .but why do you carry a
gun, wizard?"

Skinner bounced the slender body in his arms a couple of times, smiling
broadly. "It throws the young ones off. Now if you will excuse me, I
have work to do."



Mulder awoke with a pounding head and cold feet. Why the hell was he
naked? He tried to reach down for his blanket only to find that his
hands were secured to the headboard. His eyes popped open, slamming shut
again as they were assailed by the overly bright lamplight in the room.

"What the . . ."

"So you're back with me. That's good, we have a lot to do before morning."

Mulder turned his head to see the gunslinger, Walter Skinner, sitting by
the fireplace, polishing his gun.

"Did you shoot me?"

"Of course not, sweetheart, I used a containment spell on you. Perfectly
harmless, I assure you. I'll teach it to you when you're ready."

"You're . . .you're a wizard?"

"Yes, I am. I'll teach you how to recognize one of your own kind as well
but first we have to establish a few rules if we're going to be living
together."

"LIVING TOGETHER? I don't want to live with you. I have my own room over
the mercantile. I'll just be going now." Mulder raised his eyes to the
brass bracelets that held his wrists to the bed posts as he whispered
the words of release. Nothing happened. He jerked on the cuffs, this
time saying the words out loud.

"Your spells won't work here, little boy."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm a stronger, older wizard and you can't countermand my
magic. Someday you might. You're very talented, you know? Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm not hungry." Mulder snarled. "I want you to let me go and I
want some clothes. I'm going home. And you better be out of my town by
sunrise."

"Sorry, not gonna' happen, sweetheart. Now why don't you just quiet down
and eat your dinner. I'd hate to have to invoke rule number two before
we even have a chance to get to know each other a little better."

Mulder eyed the big, dark man warily. "What's rule number two?"

"Are you always this impatient and disorganized, Fox? No wonder you use
your power so haphazardly. Very dangerous indeed. Let's start with rule
number one, shall we? It's really a simple one. I'm in charge. You will
obey my every order immediately and without question. Starting first
thing tomorrow morning we'll go around town cleaning up all your messes.
Then I'll help you maintain order in town while I teach you to be a
proper wizard."

"What if I don't want your help?"

"Then I invoke rule number two. Punishment. Meaning, I'll turn you over
my knee and spank your cute little butt at the slightest provocation."

"Wh . . .what? You wouldn't dare!"

"Whatever makes you think that? Of course I'll punish you. Don't doubt
it, sweetheart."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"I know."

"Are there any other rules?"

"Oh my, yes. But the one you need to be most concerned about tonight is
number three."

Mulder just stared at him, refusing to ask.

"I won't tell you unless you ask me nicely. You don't want it to be a
complete surprise do you?"

Mulder closed his eyes as his teeth ground together. "Oh all right,
what's rule number three."

"Rewards."

"You're going to reward me?"

"I certainly hope you'll feel that way about it but the Reward Rule is
mainly for me. You're going to warm my bed. Tonight and every night
after that. In fact, I'll take you when I want, where I want and how I
want."

"You're going to force me have sex with you?"

"Force is such an ugly word. I prefer to think that you are going to
/*Reward*/ me for my time and attention."

"I won't do it!"

"Yes you will and frankly, I think you'll even enjoy it. Now I'm going
to free your hands so you can eat dinner." The cuffs fell away and
Mulder immediately made a run for freedom. He got exactly two feet from
the bed before he was lifted from the floor and deposited on a chair at
the table. The gunslinger just sat smiling, continuing to polish his
Colt 45.

"I can see that you're going to have to enjoy a hot bottom or two before
you learn to obey me. It's such a shame. I can think of so many more
pleasant things to do with such a lovely ass but you'll learn in time I
suppose. We'll save your punishment for before bed tonight. I know this
is all new to you. But don't expect such consideration in the future.
Punishment will be dealt out as it's earned, Fox, no matter how many of
your towns people may be watching."

Mulder glared at the other wizard until he realized that it had
absolutely no effect on the man. He lowered his eyes to his plate,
unaware that Skinner had seen the slight tremble in his bottom lip.

"Now are you going to eat or do you want me to feed you?"

"I want some clothes."

"No. I like you like that. You're very beautiful. In fact, if you
continue to argue with me about dinner, I'll keep you naked tomorrow as
we make our rounds."

Mulder's head snapped up but he saw nothing but steadfast determination
in the dark brown eyes that locked with his. He picked up his fork and
began to eat.

Mulder watched Skinner out of the corner of his eye as he forced the
food past his reluctant lips. He had no idea how to get himself out of
this mess. When he had finally finished, his plate vanished before his
eyes. He looked up to see the wizard gunslinger smiling at him fondly.

"All right, sweetheart, come over here and get across my knee. I'm going
to give you a spanking for that escape attempt. Nothing too harsh to
start with. Just a little something so you know what you can expect if
you disobey me again."

Mulder looked at him with wide, frightened eyes, "I don't want to . . ."

"I know."

Mulder felt a force wrap around him, lifting him from the chair and
gently pulling him toward the other man.

"Please, you can't do this to me."

"That's just the point, Fox. I can do this to you. And I will, whenever
it's warranted. That's right, sweetheart, right across my knee. Push
your bottom up higher for me. Very good."

Mulder felt a tear run down his cheek as he struggled with his fear and
humiliation. The last thing he had ever expected was to be lying naked
over another man's knees, thrusting him bottom up toward the hand that
intended to spank him. He wished the floor would just open and swallow him.

Skinner rubbed an admiring hand over the smooth white skin. He leaned
down and planted a hot, wet kiss on one proffered mound causing it's
owner is gasp in shock.

Skinner chuckled. Better get used to that, sweetheart. I can hardly keep
my hands off this beautiful backside of yours. So saying, he raised his
right hand and brought it down hard on one waiting buttock.

Mulder almost jumped out of his skin as he yelped loudly. He immediately
bit down on his lower lip, determined to take the rest of the punishment
in silence.

The hand descended again on the other side, leaving another smarting red
hand print in its wake. Mulder flinched but refused to voice his
distress. He felt a heavy hand on the small of his back holding him
firmly in place as yet another sound smack landed on his defenseless butt.

The big hand peppered his backside with stinging slaps. Not only did the
punishment hurt horribly but after each flinch Mulder felt himself
unwillingly push his bottom back up into position for the next. It was
all just too humiliating.

A big hand moved to the back of his thigh, then another one to the other
thigh pulling his legs apart, opening his bottom fully for his spanking.
A third hand began to slowly caress the back of his dark head, long
blunt fingers running through his hair.

Third hand?

Mulder tried to turn to look over his shoulder but the hand on his head
kept his eyes on the wooden floor below. Now there were hands all over
his body, stroking, soothing, fondling. Gently but firmly holding him in
place for his punishment.

And of course there was the big hand slapping his bottom to a glowing
red. That hand was relentless. Never hesitating, never varying the
strength of it's slaps. Just coming down again and again and again on
the soft skin seeking its attention.

Mulder began to whimper, his feet kicking out behind him. It was all
just too much for his tightly stretched nerves. The loving caresses on
his body countered by the stinging slaps to his backside. He felt tears
begin to course down his cheeks as his bottom burned out of control. A
sob tore loose from his throat as he shuddered with humiliation.

He was immediately lifted up and over to sit on his chastiser's lap. The
multitude of hands had vanished to be replaced with the usual two. These
two were wrapped firmly around his shivering body while a pair of hot,
wet lips explored his throat and ears.

"Don't cry, my sweet. You have to learn."

"Why . . .why are you doing this?"

A big hand started gently rubbing his bare back. "Because someone has to
do it. A wizard of your power can't be allowed to just run amuck as
you've been doing. It was only a matter of time before an instructor was
sent to reel you in. I've had my eye on you for some months now. You're
very entertaining in your desire to do the right thing without the
proper training you need to carry it through."

Mulder head lifted from the big man's shoulder, his eyes narrowing.
"You've been watching me?"

"Of course. Then I found out I wasn't the only one. The Grand Wizards of
the South and the East both began to show an interest in you. I had to
act quickly. So, here I am. And here I stay, sweetheart."

Mulder yelped as the Grand Wizard of the North stood, still holding his
new apprentice in his arms. "Now its time to teach you some other more
pleasant lessons."

"No! I like women!"

"You have a bond mate?"

"Well, uh yes, I . . ."

"I hardly think the girls down at the Muddy Boot count, Fox."

"Diana seems to like me well enough."

"Of course she does. You're beautiful, interesting, and above all you
have the coin to pay for your pleasure. She doesn't count."

"Sheriff White over at Union Gap is . . ."

"Delusional. Keep going, sweetheart."

"Bambi . . ."

"That girl eats bugs for breakfast, sweetheart."

"Well yeah, but she looks good doing it."

"Doesn't count. Anyone else?"

"I met this girl named Kristen once who . . ."

"Yes, I know. Did that bite on your neck ever heal?"

"Yeah, left a scar though."

Skinner turned Mulder's head a little to the left as he studied the old
wound. "So it did. I'll take care of that in the morning. Are you quite
finished with your list of failed relationship yet?"

"Failed or not, they were still all woman. I repeat, I only like to
sleep with women." Mulder crossed his arms over his chest as he glared
at the wizard stubbornly.

"That's impossible, Fox. All wizards are bi-sexual. Surely you must be
aware of this?"

"I refuse to believe it!"

"Is that so?" Skinner moved with the grace and speed of a big cat who
had just spotted an easy meal. He enveloped the younger man in his
massive arms, his lips traveling over throat and collarbone before
Mulder had a chance to protest. Then the Grand Wizard's lips settled
over his and Mulder lost all desire to object.

When he was finally released, the sheriff gasped in a much needed
breath, swaying on his feet, only to be plucked from the floor once more
and deposited in the big bed.

He had time to neither argue or examine his own reactions as skillful
hands, lips and tongue set his body on fire. The wizard was everywhere
at once.

The gentle, firm stroking of his cock should have sent him over the edge
immediately. After all it had been several months since he had gone to
visit Diana's bed down at the Muddy Boot, although she had made it more
than clear that she desired his company . . .or maybe it was more his
gold, still she wanted him. But there was something keeping him from
reaching his fulfillment. Some strange but unavoidable pressure that
kept him hard and aching as the Grand Wizard plundered the rest of his
body.

"You are so beautiful, sweetheart. So perfect. So mine."

The Wizard once again devoured Mulder's mouth while his hands pinched
his throbbing nipples, and stroked his eager cock, and ran long fingers
through his hair, and fondled the inside of his thighs. No wonder the
gunslinger was so sure of his sexual prowess. He held a few extra cards
in his hand or more accurately a few extra hands in his . . .

And then one long, blunt finger found the most intimate portal to the
sheriff's body and began to probe gently. Mulder tensed and shivered
only to forget his disquiet as an eager tongue found the back of his
throat and began to explore that new territory.

The sheriff found himself lost in a bright, blue haze of pleasure and
sensory overload. He was vaguely aware of big, slick fingers invading
his body but it didn't seem all that important. He also knew when the
fingers were replaced by something bigger and hotter but again it was
nothing compared to the sparkling little jolts that traversed his entire
body. Tingling and sparkling and jumping from the top of his head to the
tip of his toes. And then the dancing lights behind his eyes exploded
into a blinding cacophony and took him with them as they faded into
nothingness.

He came back to himself to find that he was being smothered under the
weight of a very satisfied and very happy Grand Wizard.



The sheriff took a deep breath and swallowed hard as he stood in the
doorway of the little cabin. The morning sun had just risen, bright and
warm over the tree line and the world seemed renewed.

Mulder was worried about facing the towns people. He had a
responsibility to protect them and instead, when the first real threat
had presented itself, had needed protection himself. Or so he had
thought. If he allowed himself to be completely honest he would have had
to admit that this new arrangement with the Grand Wizard of the North
was really quite enjoyable in its own special way.

"Nervous, sweetheart?"

"I let them down."

"You did the best you could do. They know that and so do you if you just
allow yourself a little of the same compassion you show them."

Mulder snorted, "Compassion? I've turned half of them into barnyard
animals and the other half . . .well, you'll see. I'm the worst wizard
sheriff any town could ever ask for."

"No, I've seen worse."

"You have?" Mulder looked up, his eyes full of hope.

Skinner pulled the melancholy sheriff into his arms and kissed him
soundly, "Yes, sweetheart, much worse. At least everything you've done
has been with a good heart. It's not your fault that your father chose
not to train you as he should have done."

"He hated me."

"Your father had reason for his bitterness, though I for one can't
forgive him his mistakes or his cruelty. Perhaps someday, after I have
you fully trained, I'll tell you about a tragedy that happened long
before you were born. Now lets go get that tree out of Bessie Mae's
kitchen before she decides to turn you over her knee herself."

"I doubt that! No one even thought about spanking me before you came
along," Mulder pouted.

"You'd be surprised, sweetheart." Skinner chuckled as he led the way
toward town.

Bessie Mae had been a little disconcerted to see the big wizard step
into her yard but as she watched him patiently instruct the sheriff on
conjuring firewood instead of living trees, she relaxed. Fox was such a
sweet boy, she wanted him to learn to control his gift. For all their
sakes.

Farmer Atkinson was equally appreciative when the giant dung heap was
removed from his south field to be replaced by the rich, fertile soil he
had requested. As was Jacob Edwards when his well turned back to water
instead of honey. He had long ago decided the water had been 'sweet'
enough before he had requested the sheriff's assistance.

The chickens were another story. It quickly became obvious that spending
a few weeks as a common foul could bring on some nasty resentment. As
several of the rejuvenated roosters took a threatening step toward the
sheriff, Fox found himself pushed safely behind the Grand Wizard, the
released men scattering like a flock of frightened guinea hens under the
big man's ominous glare.

"Ingrates!" The wizard hissed as he grabbed his charge by the arm and
headed for the next scene of wizardly misfortune.



Mulder flopped down on the grassy bank, the water from his late
afternoon swim still glistening on his skin. He and the Grand Wizard had
spent most of the day undoing what the sheriff had inadvertently done.
The sheriff breathed a sigh of relief. This was the best he had felt for
months.

"Enjoying yourself, sweetheart? I know I am."

Mulder's eyes snapped around to see the wizard sitting a few feet away,
a wide smile on his face. "I need to put a bell on you."

"Won't happen, little boy. Then I couldn't catch you like this. Naked
and unaware of my appreciative perusal of your beautiful body."

"Humph!"

"Are you still angry about that puppy?"

"Jimmy Hays wanted that puppy so badly. I don't see why he couldn't keep
it."

"You can't go around turning common barn rats into cuddly puppies, Fox.
It just isn't done."

"That isn't a lesson I want to go into today, sweet boy. And besides
Farmer Adams was more than happy to give the boy one of his puppies
after we reduced the size of his apple trees for him."

"He said he wanted more trees," the sheriff said as his lip protruded in
a truly memorable pout.

The wizard smiled fondly, "So he did. It's time to go inside now, Fox,
we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Mulder groaned miserably, "What now? You've undone all my mistakes."

"Yes, and tomorrow I begin the training of a wizard who is destined to
change the world."

The End