TITLE: In Media AUTHOR: Lysistrata DISTRIBUTION: Please ask before archiving. CONTENT WARNING: Adult content (m/f/m, PWP). Please exit quietly if you are under 18 or this is not your thing. SPOILERS: None. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another humble offering. Feedback always appreciated at lysistrata@mail.com. THANKS: To Leilia, for short-notice beta, also always appreciated. DEDICATED: To the closet threesome fans. You know who you are. ++++++++++ In Media By Lysistrata An old, faded blanket covered Scully's couch, but she didn't see it, despite her insistence on its use. Her eyes focused instead on the man lying draped against the soft blue cloth, his bare skin glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. He might appear relaxed at first glance, but a closer look revealed the darkness of a predator in his eyes. Mulder's long, slim cock stood up straight between his narrow hips, the reddened skin covered with thin latex. Lubricant shimmered along the surface of the condom, its welcoming shine inviting her to come closer. She took the two steps necessary to bring her to his side, lifting one leg to straddle his thighs. Her back to him, she shifted back, aligning her hips with his. His hands skimmed across the curves of her ass, fingers probing the tiny opening, already stretched and ready for him. She let out a breathy moan, apparently satisfying his curiosity, and he shifted his hands to her hips, steadying her as she reached for his cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, taking gradual in-and- out steps as her body acclimated itself to the unusual but not unheard-of invasion. She took her time, her strong legs and his strong arms supporting her, until she settled fully against his groin. She leaned back against his chest, eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers roamed up to tease her aching nipples. Deep inside her, he felt like an extension of her spinal cord, sending a steady stream of sensation back and forth from her anus to the back of her head. He shifted beneath her, and she groaned as his legs moved up between hers, changing his angle of penetration and, not coincidentally, spreading her wider open. She opened her eyes, to meet the gaze of her other lover. Broad and muscular, Skinner sat, naked, in the armchair across from them, watching as she and Mulder undulated gently against each other. Her body flared with arousal at the memory of the previous encounters between the three of them, highlighted by moments so intense she had only a dim recollection of their true power. She wanted that again. Craved it. And so she'd asked for it tonight. As she watched, Skinner's hand stroked once down his thick cock from head to base, smoothing down its latex covering. He rose to his feet and approached them slowly, his gaze holding hers captive. The caresses from behind her never ceased, Mulder's hands finding and tantalizing every part of her body they could reach. Skinner stopped just in front of the sofa, towering over them, his hand still working on his erection. She couldn't keep her eyes on his with him so close, so she returned her attention to his cock, her internal muscles contracting automatically at the thought of taking him in again. As if in response to the shift of her attention away from him, Mulder brought one hand up from its exploration of her body and drew her head to the side so he could take her mouth. And it was a possession, lips encompassing hers, tongue filling her mouth. She gave herself over to it without reserve, knowing he would return the favor whenever she asked. The first touch between her legs sent shock waves sparking across her skin, and she gasped into the still-powerful kiss. Mulder didn't release her mouth, and Skinner gave her no time to recover from the initial contact. His tongue rubbed insistently against her throbbing skin, flicking her clit from side to side, dipping inside to gather her moisture and spreading it across her. The touch left her, and she felt bereft for a second, until it was replaced by fingers, probing her opening and gliding out to tease her clit. Mulder gasped in air, finally breaking their kiss, and she took the opportunity to glance down. She had difficulty focusing, her mind occupied elsewhere, but she could see Skinner's hand still moving over her, even as his mouth wrapped around Mulder's scrotum, his cheeks hollowing slightly from the pressure he was exerting. Mulder's hand came into her sight, settling on top of Skinner's head, and she brought her hand down on top of his, interlacing their fingers. Mulder's fingers flexed as Skinner's head moved sharply, and Mulder's hips bucked once, a loud moan exploding from his mouth. Scully nearly screamed at the feeling, as Mulder's cock thrust up into her. Her limbs were trembling, her skin tingling, and her core ached for relief. "Now," she rasped, the first word any of them had spoken in at least half an hour. Skinner's head lifted, and her hand, still entwined with Mulder's, fell away to rest on her upraised thigh. Skinner's eyes met hers, and Scully moaned again at the wildness she saw there. Unbidden, her mind superimposed the image of Mulder's dark hazel gaze over Skinner's. Both were passionate men, and their depth of feeling swelled exponentially in her eyes when both were focused on her pleasure. As they were tonight. Skinner shifted closer, lowering himself to one knee, and grasped her thighs loosely, pushing her legs back and up. The head of his cock pressed against her, and she had time only to draw in a deep breath before he pushed inside in one long thrust, forcing all the air from her lungs and carrying a low cry along with it. He rested there, imbedded in her, leaning forward to kiss her gently but thoroughly. When his mouth left hers, it took a detour, and she tilted her head back to watch Mulder and Skinner kiss, slow and open-mouthed, a kiss that hit her in the pit of her stomach and set her body screaming for release. She twisted impatiently, moaning, beyond words but determined to remind them that this was what she'd wanted. They broke apart and glanced at her, then grinned at each other briefly. A second of indignation flared within her, but Skinner pulled back and thrust into her full-force, and her anger dissipated in the wake of an orgasm so potent and sudden it stole her breath and her resistance. He didn't stop, pounding into her relentlessly, just the way she'd wanted. Through the mist of her arousal, she felt Mulder building a counterpoint, small jabbing thrusts up into her, each spiking her to a higher level of sensation. Her body was shrinking. She couldn't feel her fingers or toes; numbness gradually overtook her arms and legs. All feeling left in her body gathered between her legs, coiling there like a snake ready to strike. Building for the explosion. Willingly, thankfully, she gave herself over to it. Language comprehension left her completely. She had no words to describe this, no possibility of giving it justice in any way she knew. She simply let go of everything and absorbed the cascade of indescribable pleasure that poured over her, drowning her in orgasm after orgasm. When it ended, she couldn't move. She could still feel them inside her, shrinking but staying, their arms holding her sandwiched between their warm, solid bodies. Grounding her. And when her eyes opened, they each greeted her with a kiss. ++++++++++ END ++++++++++