Title:  Dark Secrets

Author:  bizzzichick@yahoo.com  (Satina)

Rating:  NC-17   
Keywords:  Scully/Krycek, MulderTorture, MSR 
WARNING:  Nonconsensual sexual activity

Disclaimer:  Sigh...no they aren't mine, at least
legally, anyway.  Chris Carter thought 'em up so
he gets to deprive them of love and life as much
as tickles his twisted fancy.  I'm just using them
without permission to rid my brain of some
demented fantasies.
Spoilers:  HUGE for Paper Clip.  Watch it, then read this.

Notes:  This is an alternate universe where
instead of Krycek and the other thug killing
Melissa (Paper Clip), Krycek goes to Scully's
apartment, ties her up and makes her call Mulder,
who has to watch while he torments her.  What
happens after that?  Guess you better keep
readin'.

.............................................

Chapter 1:  Secrets in the Dark

Mulder's phone rang just as he was pulling up to
the curb outside of the Lone Gunmen's building.

"Mulder."

"Mulder it's me."

"Scully...I'm just outside the Lone Gunmen's
place.  I was gonna see what they could tell me
about this photo I found."

"Mulder...I need to talk to you about something.
Can you come over here?"

"Sure, I'll be over as soon as I'm done here."

Silence.  "Could you come over now?"  Scully's
voice sounded small.

Mulder's heart sped up a little.  Something was
wrong.  "I'll be right there."

Mulder didn't bother asking Scully what was the
matter.  If she'd been able to tell him anything,
she would have.  He had to assume she didn't want
to talk over the phone.  He listened to the sound
of his own heart thudding in his chest as he drove
to her building, swerving through midday traffic.

He could see that her blinds were down.  He
carefully walked up to the front door of her
building, his eyes scanning the area for anything
out of the ordinary.  Seeing nothing, he buzzed to
be let in.

"Yes?"  

"Scully it's me."

"Come in Mulder."  The door opened and Mulder made
his way in, unclipping the strap over his weapon
and keeping his hand at his hip.  There was no one
else in the halls and he couldn't hear any sounds.

He walked up to Scully's apartment door and leaned
in, listening closely.  He heard nothing.  Hand on
his weapon, body tensed, he knocked at the door.
Scully's voice came from somewhere within the
apartment, distant and small.

"Come in Mulder."

Slowly, Mulder opened the door, pulling his weapon
from the holster.  The lights were off, except for
one small lamp by the couch.  Before Mulder's eyes
could adjust to the dim interior, he felt a
blinding pain as something cracked him upside the
head.  Mulder's world went dark.

"Mulder!"  Scully's voice broke as she screamed.
"You son of a bitch!  What did you do to him?"

"Relax, Scully.  Mulder has a hard head.  I'm sure
you know that better than anyone.  He'll be fine."
Krycek smiled his slow, cruel smile and looked
down at the form on the floor.  He turned back to
Scully.  "I'm not trying to kill him anyway...not
this time.  I just want that damn tape."  Krycek
kneeled beside Mulder's unconscious body, tying
his hands behind his back and roping his ankles
tightly together.  He stood up, pleased with his
work, then turned back to Scully.

Scully struggled against the rope binding her to
the kitchen chair, hand and foot.  Her voice was
angry and tight, fighting tears.  "I told you, he
doesn't have it!"

Krycek leaned in close to Scully, studying her
face intently.  "Unfortunately, Scully, your word
just isn't good enough.  You know what they
say...trust no one."  Krycek slowly came around
behind Scully, who struggled frantically trying to
see what he was doing.  He just stood there,
looking first from Mulder's slumped form then down
to the titian head just below his hands.  Krycek
bent low, his lips right at her ear.  "I think
Mulder will be telling me everything he knows
about that tape."

An involuntary shudder went through Scully's body.
Never taking her eyes off Mulder, taking some
relief in the rising and falling of his chest, she
tried not to think too much about what Krycek had
in mind.

.............................

Mulder came awake with a gasp, gritting his teeth
against the pain in his head.  He saw lights
swirling in his vision and felt like he was going
to throw up.  He tried to reach up to assess the
damage and realized his hands were bound behind
his back.  He felt a cold wetness in his hair and
a tickle down the side of his face.  His eyes were
adjusted to the darkness now and he saw blood on
the hardwood floor where he'd lain his head.  Not
too much, just a small pool, now smeared from his
movement.  He breathed heavily and moved very
slowly, trying to determine exactly what condition
he was in.  Then he remembered where he was.

"Scully!"  He said frantically, jerking upright
and scrambling to get to his feet.  The ropes
around his ankles threw him off balance and he
fell down hard on his side.  His teeth rattled as
his face hit the floor.  He tasted blood.

"Mulder no!  I'm OK!"  Scully forced herself to
sound calm for Mulder's sake.  It worked,
somewhat.  Scully's voice, trembling but strong,
made him sigh with relief.  He blinked the
confusion away and turned his body toward the
wonderful sound of her voice.

He saw that she too was bound hand and foot, only
she was sitting in one of her wooden kitchen
chairs.  She appeared to be unmarked.

"Scully...Scully are you hurt?"  Mulder was
inching his way across the floor to the chair,
fighting the nausea and pain glancing through his
head.

"No Mulder, I'm OK.  I'm fine."  Scully's voice
was wavering just a bit.  "But Mulder, Krycek's
here."

Mulder jerked around, trying to see in all
directions at once, desperately seeking his gun.

Krycek's low laughter came from the distance and
got louder as the sound of his heavy black boots
heralded his return to the living room.  "Good
morning Sunshine.  We've been waiting for you for
a few hours now.  Scully's probably getting pretty
uncomfortable in that chair.  Guess I hit you a
little harder than I thought...either that or
you're getting weak, old man."  Krycek's eyes
burned in the low light of the late evening as he
smiled down at Mulder.

Mulder glared up at Krycek, his jaw clenching, his
hands frantically working behind him, trying to
get free.  His voice could have cut steel.  "I'm
gonna kill you Krycek."

Krycek laughed again.  "Maybe, but not today
friend.  Today, you're going to tell me where I
can find that digital tape."

"I don't have it."  Mulder's voice was barely
controlled rage.

"Maybe...maybe not.  I guess by the end of the
night, we'll know for sure, won't we?"  Krycek's
voice was low, excited and his breathing was a
little heavier than usual.  He was obviously
getting a lot of pleasure from this little game of
control.  Mulder didn't like it one bit.  He felt
like throwing up more than ever but he breathed,
slow and calm, trying to stem the tide of rage and
hatred welling within him.

Krycek squatted down so that only Mulder could
hear his next words.  "I know it doesn't do any
good to threaten you, Mulder.  You probably hate
yourself worse than any of your enemies.  That's
why we're here with Agent Scully."  Krycek winked
and licked his lips.  "It's beautiful, really.
Hurt you to get what I want from her, and hurt her
to get what I want from you."

Mulder fought against his restraints again,
spittle foaming on his lips as he growled.  "You
son of a bitch!  You leave her alone!"

Krycek stood and never taking his eyes off
Mulder's face, walked slowly around behind Scully
once again.  He reached down and put his hands
around Scully's neck gently, then lifted her hair
carelessly.  "I know what your weak point is,
Mulder.  You're my bitch as long as I have her."
He settled his hands around her neck.  Mulder saw
Scully's small white throat move as she swallowed
nervously.

"I don't have the tape!"  Mulder yelled, thrashing
on the floor.  "What the hell are you doing?"

Mulder watched the rapid rising and falling of
Scully's chest as she tried hard not to show her
fear.  She refused to meet Mulder's eyes, knowing
the torture she would see there.  She scanned the
room, looking for something to focus on, as Krycek
continued.

"I'm doing what you probably don't have the balls
to do, old man."  said Krycek, stroking Scully's
neck now with his calloused hot fingers.  "What
about it Scully?  Has Mulder ever touched you this
way?"  Krycek said these words low, right in
Scully's ear.

Scully shivered and said nothing.  She fixed her
gaze on a spot on her rug.  Krycek's tongue snaked
out and licked Scully's ear quickly as he kept his
gaze on Mulder's strained, glaring face.  Scully
let out a tiny shocked sound and jerked her head
away from the contact.  Krycek smiled lazily, then
roughly grabbed Scully's head in both hands and
held it perfectly still while he bent to her neck
and licked one slow stroke from collarbone to just
behind her ear.  He felt the shiver that went
through Scully's body.  Whether from fear or
disgust or pleasure he didn't know and frankly
didn't care.  His real pleasure came from the look
on Mulder's face.  He could get off on that alone.

Mulder's breath was coming fast and hot through
his nose now as he gritted his teeth, his lips
thin and his eyes narrowed.  His face was beading
up with sweat and getting red.  "Keep your hands
off her you bastard!  I swear to God I'll rip
you're fucking tongue out of your head for that!"
He screamed, his voice breaking.  His thrashing
made the blood flow from his head wound afresh.
He shook it out of his eyes and kept his gaze on
Krycek, imagining what it would feel like to pull
that pink piece of offending flesh straight out of
that sneering mouth.

Krycek looked at him with hooded eyes and smiled.
"Don't give yourself a heart attack, old man.
We're just getting started.  Now.  Shall I go on,
or do you want to tell me where that tape is?"

Scully made eye contact with Mulder for the first
time, shaking her head almost imperceptibly and
imploring him with her eyes not to give in to
Krycek.  Mulder closed his eyes in torment and
threw his head back, putting everything he had
into getting his hands free of their bonds.  He
felt the harsh sting as the ropes rubbed the flesh
from his wrists.  But he didn't feel them give
even an inch.  Scully closed her eyes against his
struggles, unable to see him in such physical and
emotional pain, knowing it was harder on him to
watch what Krycek was doing to her than to
experience it herself.  She told herself that she
could take this.  She just wasn't sure if Mulder
could.  The problem was, they really didn't know
where the tape was.  It had disappeared from
Mulder's desk the night before.  Apparently Krycek
didn't know where it was either.  And apparently
he wanted it...badly.

"Have it your way."  Said Krycek with mock
resignation.  Scully jumped again as she heard the
swshhht of a switchblade being opened.  Her eyes
went round as saucers as she felt the cold of the
blade press against her throat.  She froze as it
softly trailed down her throat, into the V of her
blouse, never drawing blood, the point only very
gently scratching the tender skin.  Krycek
carefully made his way around till he was in front
of Scully, but not blocking Mulder's view.  He
kneeled before her, never taking the blade from
her flesh.  He looked up into Scully's wide eyes,
grinning, and lifted the point away from her
chest.  He heard her release a breath she'd been
holding.  He also heard her sharp intake of breath
as put the blade under one of the small pearl
buttons of her blouse.  He froze like that and
looked back at Mulder.

Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth grinding
as he continued to fight his bonds.

"Oh no you don't.  You're gonna watch this."
Krycek rose up and quickly walked over to Mulder,
who still had his eyes squeezed shut, and
viciously drove the steel toe of his heavy black
boot into his stomach.

"No Krycek please!  Please don't hurt him!"
Scully lost control, crying silently and
struggling against her own bonds.

Mulder's eyes flew open as he blew out the air
forced from his lungs by the blow.  He went into a
coughing fit as he struggled to gain his breath,
spitting a mouthful of blood on Krycek's boots and
glaring up at him, struggling hard not to vomit.

"That's better.  Now you keep your eyes open, or
I'll kick the shit out of you."  Krycek calmly
returned to his position before Scully, and
without further preamble, used the blade to
effortlessly slide the buttons off her blouse.
The blade was so sharp the only sound was the
plunk of the pearls hitting the floor, and
Scully's small sounds of desperation and increased
breathing rate.  Mulder's eyes stayed focused on
the scene before him, although it was obvious from
the sweat on his face and the painful clenching of
his jaw that he was holding in a silent scream.

Mulder watched the last pearly button skitter
across the floor and through a haze of tears, rage
and blood, saw Krycek's hand slowly raise up to
Scully's chest.  He watched Krycek's dark, square
fingers slip between the two pieces of silky white
fabric and begin to push the blouse open gently.

In spite of himself, Mulder felt his penis twitch
at the sight.



Mulder closed his eyes for a moment, then
remembered why he was still having trouble
breathing and jerked them open again.  Heat and
blind hatred rolled off him in waves.

Krycek had Scully's blouse open all the way now,
exposing her simple lacy white bra completely.
The position of her arms forced her chest forward,
making it look as if her chest was thrusting
forward, her breasts swelling and falling with her
rapid breaths.  Her eyes were closed and her lips
were trembling as silent tears fell.

Mulder watched as Krycek's hand slowly slid up to
cover Scully's left breast.  Krycek let out a sigh
of pleasure and turned to look at Mulder's face.
Mulder had to bite his lip to keep from screaming.

And he felt his erection swelling.

Apparently his reaction was not lost on Krycek,
who threw his head back and laughed openly for a
moment before turning back to Scully's exposed
white flesh.

"Mmm...how long has it been, Agent Scully?  Such
perfect little breasts deserve more attention, you
know."  Krycek's tongue snaked out of his mouth
and he extended it forward, just letting the tip
come in contact with Scully's nipple, still
encased in the lacy fabric of her bra.

Her gasp was audible.  Mulder couldn't suppress a
small groan.  Krycek slowly pulled his tongue back
between his lips and turned to make sure Mulder
was still watching.

He was.  His eyes were so dark they looked to be
all pupil.  Krycek thought to himself that it
wasn't only hatred and rage darkening Mulder's
gaze.  The bulge in his pants, made more obvious
by Mulder's bound position, told Krycek that
Mulder wasn't altogether disgusted watching his
partner being handled so roughly.  Krycek snorted.

"This is as close as you get to getting it on with
her, isn't it Mulder?  God you are such a loser.
Well I'm not going to let such a juicy little
piece get away."  Krycek turned back to the task
at hand.

Mulder swallowed back bile as he realized that he
was getting very aroused watching the scene play
out before him.  He wanted to tear Krycek limb
from limb, but his body betrayed his excitement at
seeing Scully as a sexual object.  More than
anything, he wanted his gun.  As he kept his eyes
focused on Scully's heaving form, one thing went
through his mind.  

Krycek was turned away from him again, and Mulder
watched, fascinated and sickened, as with his
thumbs he stroked Scully's nipples through her
bra.  Scully's breathing was ragged and Mulder
watched as her nipples became erect and began to
poke through the thin fabric of her bra.

"Mmmm...very nice, Agent Scully."  Krycek bent and
breathed hotly in her ear,  stiffening her nipples
even more.  Mulder's own breath was coming fast
and painful in his battered chest.  He tried to
think of something else as he watched Krycek's
hand moving over Scully's breast.  When Krycek
pinched Scully's nipple hard, her shocked cry made
Mulder groan out loud and his erection became
painful.  He tried to roll himself into a position
where Krycek and Scully wouldn't see it, but
couldn't maintain his line of vision, so with a
nauseated sigh, he resigned himself to looking
like a complete degenerate.  At least Scully's
eyes were still closed.  Thank GOD she couldn't
see his obvious arousal.  He didn't think she'd
ever forgive him.  He didn't think he'd ever
forgive himself.

Krycek turned to make sure was Mulder was
watching, then without warning, he slipped the
knife under the center of Scully's bra and simply
sliced it in half.  The two cups fell to the sides
of her breasts and she let out a trembling cry but
didn't open her eyes.  Krycek's eyes widened at
the sight of her two milk-white perfect little
breasts.  He actually licked his lips
unconsciously as his gaze travelled over the two
little pink nipples.  He looked at Scully's lovely
face, contorted in fear, and watched tiny
sparkling tears drop from under her closed lids.
He bent and kissed them away.  Scully tried to
pull her face away from his touch, but he held her
head in place firmly while he planted feathery
kisses all over her face and started making a
trail of kisses down her neck.

Mulder's breathing was loud and ragged and he
could barely stifle the groan in his throat as he
saw Scully's bra swing open and her beautiful
white breasts slide into view.



Krycek's attention was focused on Scully, and
Mulder took this opportunity to scan the room,
looking for something he could use to overpower
Krycek.  He thought he could see Scully's gun
laying on one of the end tables.  He tried to
focus all his energy on loosening the ropes around
his wrists.  The pain was almost a welcome
punishment for his sick reactions to Scully's
torments as the ropes slid against raw flesh.  He
deserved to hurt while Scully was undergoing this
torture.  He certainly didn't deserve the bolts of
pleasure it was sending straight through his groin
to have to witness it.

Krycek groaned again and Mulder's eyes shot back
to the scene just as Krycek's head descended on
Scully's chest and his lips fastened on her
breast.  Scully whimpered as Krycek moaned and
noisily sucked her nipple, pinching and twisting
the other one with his hand.  Mulder's vision
swirled as he watched Krycek's other hand pushing
Scully's skirt up her thighs slowly.


Mulder felt his own tears against his cheeks as he
twisted his hands viciously against the ropes.

And then...he couldn't believe it...but he felt
them give, just a little.  He froze in his
victory, tentatively testing the grip of the
ropes.  Yes.  He had worked them enough so that
while one loop had become so tight it was rapidly
turning his hands numb, another loop had loosened
enough that he just MIGHT be able to get his hand
free if he was careful.  He steadied his breathing
and made his gaze as neutral as possible, trying
VERY hard not to think about what was happening to
Scully, as he moved his wrists, working them out
of their bondage.

While Mulder was slowly working his hands free of
their restraints, Krycek was slowly working his
own hand up Scully's skirt.  Mulder couldn't even
see it now it was so far up, but he could see the
movement of the fabric as Krycek's hand moved
beneath it, and he could hear Scully's ongoing
sounds of struggle, now a desperate hum between
her tight white lips.  When Krycek stopped and
turned to look at Mulder, Mulder froze, mouth
hanging open.  Krycek smiled, licked his lips and
turned back to Scully.  He used both hands to push
her skirt all the way up her thighs exposing her
simple white cotton panties.  Scully's legs were
shaking visibly.  Mulder couldn't suppress the
whimper in his throat as Krycek's hands slid up
Scully's thighs, thumbs pointed toward that little
swatch of cotton.  Just a little more now.  Just a
little more and he knew his hands would be free.
He prayed to God it wouldn't be too late.  And he
prayed to God Scully wouldn't notice his raging
hard on.



Krycek picked up the knife again and Mulder nearly
howled at him but at the last second bit it back
in favor of keeping Krycek's attention away from
his frantically twisting hands.  He watched in
utter terror as Krycek brought the knife up
between Scully's thighs.  His breath was coming in
labored panting now and he felt his hips buck,
seeking stimulation for his raging erection, even
as he felt his hand slip free of the ropes.  His
gasp at its freedom was completely overshadowed by
Scully's cry as Krycek put the blade under the
crotch of her panties and yanked the knife right
through it, exposing her auburn thatch of hair.

Mulder's own agonized outcry made Krycek look back
over his shoulder to see the look on Mulder's
face.  Krycek's own excitement was doubled at the
pure torture he saw totally commanding Mulder's
features...tears on his cheeks, sweat covering his
face in a thin sheen, spittle on his lips.
Krycek's eyes blazed and he showed his teeth in a
feral grin, spotting Mulder's obviously rock-hard
erection.

Mulder froze, hands behind his back as he saw
Krycek swing his gaze toward him.



His hands were now free but his ankles were still
tightly bound and Krycek was about eight feet away
from him.  He would have to move himself forward
using only his hands while Krycek was distracted
 with Scully, then grab Krycek
around the throat somehow and squeeze the fucking
life out of him.  His mind was screaming and his
dick was throbbing but he didn't make a sound as
Krycek turned back to Scully and laid the knife
back on the floor.

 Mulder
struggled hard not to pay attention to what Krycek
was doing.  He began to move slowly, silently
toward his prey.

Krycek was kneeling lower now, and pushing
Scully's small white thighs apart calmly with his
hands.  Mulder smelled Scully's scent and his eyes
rolled closed and he nearly fainted as he slowly
inched his way across the short span of hardwood
floor.  Krycek said nothing as his hands slid
their way up the insides of those milk-white
thighs.  He lowered his head and started to push
it between those thighs.  Scully was openly but
quietly crying now.  And Mulder had his chance.

Mulder grabbed the knife in one hand while
throwing himself upward with the other and he made
a primal, animal sound as he rammed the knife
deeply between Krycek's ribs.

Krycek howled and spun around, grabbing the knife
in his side and falling backward.  He managed to
pull it out just before he hit the ground,
narrowly avoiding the nasty consequence of having
it pushed all the way into his body up to the
hilt.  In the moment it took him to regain his
senses, Mulder lunged on top of him and grabbed
his head in both hands and savagely beat it
against the floor, over and over.  "I'm gonna
fucking kill you Krycek!  I'm gonna fucking beat
your head in you goddamn sicko fuck!"  Mulder's
eyes were wild with rage and the blood-streaked
spit from his words sprayed over Krycek's face in
a continuous mist.  Mulder was hardly aware of
what he was doing.  Suddenly, Krycek swung wildly
with the knife, sinking it into Mulder's shoulder
before Mulder grabbed it and threw it across the
room, oblivious to the new pain.  Blood poured
down Mulder's arm and over Krycek's throat as
Mulder continued to beat Krycek's head against the
floor.  Krycek finally stopped struggling, but
Mulder didn't stop until he heard Scully scream.

"Mulder!  Stop!  Please!"  Mulder raised his head,
his hands still around Krycek's throat, and he
tried to see her through the hate-fog.  Gradually
his vision cleared.  Scully's face was wet, her
eyes bloodshot and fixed on him, pleading and
terrified.  His mouth dropped open and he
immediately pulled himself away from the bloodied
form beneath him.  Pain shot through his shoulder
and he saw small explosions shoot across his line
of vision.

"Scully!  Scully don't worry.  I'll get you out of
there."  He paid no attention to his own
restraints, still around his ankles, as he rolled
over beneath her and began untying hers.  Scully
pressed her legs tightly together and squeezed her
eyes shut, sobbing openly now.

Mulder got her legs free of the ropes then bent to
untie his own so that he could reach high enough
to get her hands out of their bonds.

"No no...Scully it's ok, please...it's ok..."
Mulder felt his own tears mix with the sweat and
blood trickling into his eyes as he frantically
brushed Scully's hair out of her face and untied
her wrists.  As soon as they were free, Scully
covered her face with both hands and bent over her
knees, crying uncontrollably.

"Scully," Mulder's voice broke.  He felt so damn
helpless.



"Scully please...please you're all right now.
It's over."  He wanted to touch her, to soothe her
and just feel her safe and alive under his hands,
but he was afraid she was already feeling too
violated and he couldn't bear the thought of her
shuddering at his touch.  So he just stood there,
close, tears gathering in his own eyes, as he
watched her back shake and heave under the ruined
blouse.  He felt waves of dizziness and pain break
over him but he didn't move.  He couldn't move.
He couldn't bear to leave her side.

"No!  No Mulder it's NOT OK!  It's not over!
It'll never be OK!"  Scully's intensity surprised
him and her anger, coupled with his own light
headedness, brought him to his knees.

"Scully, please...it's over.  Please.  I'm sorry!"
His head fell back and his eyes squeezed closed.
"Scully I'm so sorry!"  Mulder was trying to keep
the sobbing out of his voice as he yelled his pain
and guilt out at the ceiling.

"Mulder...I don't want you to see me!  Get out,
please!  God...oh god how can you....please just
leave!"  Scully raged and sobbed against her
hands, trying to bend herself double in an effort
to hide her body from Mulder.

Mulder bit his lip and closed his eyes.  Her pain
was unbearable to him.  He couldn't just leave her
like this, but he wanted to do whatever she needed
him to in order to make this better.

"Scully...I can't leave you.  I...I'll get you a
blanket Scully.  Then I'll go in the other room.
Please....please when you're ready....please
just...talk to me Scully."  Mulder stood and wiped
his eyes with the back of one hand as he steadied
himself.  He nearly blacked out, but kept his eyes
open and breathed deeply in an effort to stay
standing long enough to get Scully's blanket.
Using various pieces of furniture to support
himself along the way, he made his way to Scully's
bedroom.

He didn't know where she kept the extra linen, and
his dizziness was nearly overpowering, so he just
yanked the coverlet off her bed and bundled it up
in his arms.  He stopped for a moment, willing the
spinning to cease, then slowly made his way back
out to Scully's huddled form.

She had stopped crying now and was just slumped
over, hugging her knees, eyes closed.  She rocked
herself and sniffed.

Mulder gently dropped the coverlet over her body,
dimly noting the blood splotches from his shoulder
wound, then turned to make his way into the
kitchen so that if Scully wanted to lie down, she
could have her bedroom.

He made it just inside the kitchen doorway before
the wave of blackness hit and he went down with a
crash, knocking over a chair before he hit the
floor.

............................

Scully heard the crash and raised her face from
her hands.  She scanned the room and saw Krycek's
bloodied, unconscious form just steps away from
her feet.  She sat up in the chair, pulling her
blanket around herself, then gasped when she saw
Mulder's bloody, still form sprawled half in, half
out of the kitchen.

"Mulder!  Oh my God Mulder!"  Scully let the
blanket fall to the floor as she jumped up from
the chair, pulling her blouse closed in front of
her with one hand.



"Oh Mulder...Mulder I'm sorry!"  Scully's sobs
began anew as she went to her knees beside
Mulder's unmoving form.  She quickly felt for a
pulse, and found it, though it was erratic.  She
ran her hands over his head, searching for the
wound causing the trail of blood down the side of
his face.  She found it and ripped cloth from her
already ruined blouse to make a bandage to press
against it.  She kept the pressure on the gash
with one hand while she opened the buttons of his
shirt with the other, to get a better look at the
second wound in his shoulder.  She uncovered what
appeared to be a small but deep stab wound near but
not puncturing the carotid artery.  She let out a
breath of relief, and taking her hand from his
head, ripped the sleeve off her blouse and then
tied the bandage to his head with that, while she
used the other sleeve to make a second bandage for
his shoulder, using a nearby kitchen towel to
staunch the blood flow and tying it place firmly
with the second sleeve.

Satisfied that she had done all she could for
Mulder, she rose on trembling legs and staggered
into her bedroom.  She avoided her reflection in
the mirror, reaching into her dresser drawers and
quickly changing into the first things she pulled
out, her T-shirt and sweat pants.  Then she went
into the bathroom and washed her face.  She pitied
her strained, pale reflection in the mirror for a
moment until she realized she was also washing
Mulder's blood down the drain from her hands.
Guilt and sadness washed over her and she stopped
feeling sorry for herself.

Worried that Krycek might awaken, she went back
out to the living room and found him still
unconscious, but making labored breathing sounds.
She narrowed her gaze at him and fought back
tears.



She stood there, staring down at him, for a few
minutes.  Ultimately, her medical training won out
over her rage and thoughts of vengeance, and she
bent carefully to examine Krycek's injuries.

The stab wound was bleeding red, not black, so no
internal organs appeared to be punctured.  She
went into the kitchen and brought back some cotton
dish cloths and proceeded to tear them into
bandages.  She wrapped them around his torso,
lifting his arms to tie them securely, refusing to
think of what his hands had been doing just
minutes ago.  She then examined his head and found
no serious bleeding.

She sat back on her heels and stared at his face.
Then she rose up and went to her phone.

........................................Chapter 2:
Secrets Explored

Mulder was still unconscious when the paramedics
and police arrived, and Scully gave her statement
as he was being loaded up onto the gurney.  The
police were rather surprised to see that she had
rendered medical attention to not only her partner
but the assailant as well.  She explained that she
was only upholding the Hippocratic oath.  They
shrugged and loaded Krycek into a separate
ambulance.

Scully rode with Mulder to the hospital, holding
his hand, and explained to the doctors everything
that she had seen Krycek do to him.  She found it
very hard to keep the tremors from her voice as
she went into detail about what he had gone
through.  She kept her own experiences to a bare
minimum, only disclosing that Kyrcek had
threatened her with a knife.  As she described
Mulder's experience from beginning to end, she
felt the guilt over her words to him wash over her
in suffocating waves.



She settled into his chair once he had been
thoroughly examined and put into a room.  He was
still unconscious.  The doctors had told her that
his head injury was mostly superficial, but that
he had sustained a concussion, although an MRI
showed no internal bleeding.  The stab wound was
deep but not serious, and had been stitched up
quickly.  They could discern no internal injuries
in an ultrasound, although a couple of ribs
appeared to have small hairline fractures
according to the x-ray.  His wrists had been
bandaged as well.  She cringed at their
description of the skin rubbed raw all the way
around, and unconsciously rubbed her barely
bruised wrists.

She leaned over him and tenderly brushed his hair
away from his face, watching him breathe.
Sighing, she slowly lowered her head beside his on
the pillow.

...........................

She felt him move and heard a groan, and quickly
raised her head.

"Mulder!"

"Scully?"  Mulder's voice was groggy and confused.
His eyes moved slowly, bringing her face into
focus.  "Oh Scully.  I'm so sorry."  His eyes
closed.

"No Mulder...Mulder it's OK.  You saved me,
Mulder.  Just like you always do.  This is no
different.  I'm the one who's sorry.  I
was...upset, Mulder and I didn't realize what I
was saying to you.  Please...Mulder please I want
you to accept my apology."

Mulder opened his eyes again, meeting Scully's
intense gaze.  His own eyes were dark with feeling
and he struggled to keep them from moistening as
he started to raise himself up.

"No Scully...Scully you have nothing to be sorry
for.  I...I should have stopped him sooner.  I
should have known better.  Scully...I'm...I'm just
sorry this happened to you.  I don't want to you
feel....ashamed around me."  His voice broke on
that last part and his eyes shut against the tears
he couldn't stop now.

"Oh Mulder, no..."  Scully's small hands pressed
him gently back down into the bed.  She smiled
sadly and put her hand on the side of his face.
"No Mulder...please.  It's all over now.  I...I
didn't know what I was saying.  I'm fine Mulder.
Please...I'm fine."  Scully held Mulder's face in
her hands, her eyes shining with tears, willing
him to look at her...willing him to believe her.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at her
shining blue eyes.  Finally, wordlessly, he
nodded, stopping his own tears through sheer will.
After a moment, he put his hand over hers on his
face and they just looked into each other's eyes.
He searched her face carefully, watching her lips
tremble as she offered him a gentle, brave smile.
He closed his eyes and pulled her hand to his lips
and placed a light, soft kiss on her palm.

She let her eyes close at the pleasure of this
loving touch and realized that the relationship
between them was just as strong as it had ever
been.  She had nothing to fear from having had
Mulder see her nude and at some other man's mercy.
Mulder's love and respect for her was stronger
than that.

She realized that she didn't really feel ashamed
that Mulder had seen her naked.  He had seen her
naked before, although not under these types of
circumstances.  This was just a bad situation they
had both faced together...another time when Mulder
saw her naked, only this time at the hands of his
worst enemy.

The trouble was...in the back of her mind, she
knew there was more to what had happened than just
that.



Mulder felt Scully accept his kiss and felt a
breath he had been holding sigh out against the
soft skin.



Mulder's thoughts swirled in his foggy head but
his expression remained peaceful as Scully's
fingertips continued to rest against his lips.  He
fell back to sleep that way, and she relaxed and
put her head back down beside his, not taking her
hand from his face.

.................................

Scully came to give Mulder a ride home on his
discharge date from the hospital.  Aside from a
slight wince during certain movements, Mulder
didn't bear any noticeable signs of his recent
encounter.  He appeared to be back to his old
self, although a bit distant.

Scully on the other hand, had been a churning pot
of troubled thoughts throughout the several days
Mulder was bedridden.

She finally admitted to herself that it wasn't her
nudity that made her ashamed in front of Mulder.

It was her arousal.

The truth was, that while she had definitely been
afraid during the encounter with Krycek,
ultimately she had known he wouldn't seriously
hurt her, because he hadn't hurt her when he'd had
the chance.  So while he was touching her and
teasing her, she had felt her body responding to
him.  And that is what she had been so ashamed of.

As she sat in the car next to Mulder, she felt her
face flush at the thought of Krycek's mouth on her
breast.  His hands on her thighs.  His mouth
almost on her....GOD.  It was sick.  She knew it
was.  But...it was also...in the very back of her
mind...a relief to be seen as a sexual
object...even by her worst enemy.

She didn't want to be seen as a sexual object
while at work, but before she had joined the FBI
she had been happy to be a fully sexual being on
her off hours.  The trouble was, working on the x-
files didn't leave her any off hours.  Or any
social life.  Or any opportunity to be a sexual
being at all.

Then there was that OTHER trouble.

The trouble with Mulder.  The fact that the more
she worked with him, the more she went through
with him, the deeper she knew him...the more
deeply she fell in love with him and the more she
WANTED him.

She didn't think he wanted her that way,
though...she wasn't oblivious to his flirtations,
but she also saw that he was like that with most
women, so she just took it as part of his
personality, rather than an indication of any real
sexual attraction to her.

But damn...she found herself more and more
attracted to that man every day.  She mentally
kicked herself every time she blushed and grinned
when she said something smart that he took special
notice of.  Where did that cool, collected
professional Scully exterior go then?  Right out
the goddamned window.  To be replaced by grinning,
blushing, doe-eyed Dana.  She absolutely couldn't
help that.

She almost couldn't help but touch him too
sometimes.  And of course, if he was hurting, she
actually got her chance.  Sometimes she felt like
a real sicko, reveling in the freedom to run her
hands over his face or chest or arms or legs after
some psychopath had come after him with a razor or
some Consortium member had drugged him to the
gills.  She rationalized that she was only giving
him much needed medical attention, but the nasty
little inner voice in her head told her it was
well aware of the thrill that went through her
body every time she got to put her hands on that
long, lean body.

She often found herself gazing at him in the
office when her paperwork was boring...just
letting her eyes travel over that impossibly sexy,
full bottom lip, that sexy square jaw, that thick
head of dark soft hair that kept falling over his
forehead, just screaming to be brushed away.  Once
in awhile, he would feel her eyes on him and look
up and she would quickly look away and act like
she was thinking and letting her eyes roam over
the rest of the office.  Inwardly, her heart would
be fluttering a million miles a minute and she
would be struggling to breathe normally.
Outwardly, she simply looked pensive.

So Mulder had seen her aroused now.  That was what
was bothering her.  But...was it bothering her
because she was embarrassed?

Or...was it bothering her because it opened the
door just a crack.

She sighed heavily, frustrated at her own lack of
understanding of this complex situation.

.................................

Mulder gazed out the window, watching the traffic
as Scully drove.  He didn't want to, but he had to
admit he did feel awkward around her now.  But it
wasn't because he didn't respect her, or he was
ashamed of her for being touched by that crazy
ass hole.  He felt totally guilt-ridden over his
own physiological reaction to watching it happen.
He had been turned on watching Scully nearly get
raped.  God what a sick fuck he was.

He tried to examine his feelings...figure out why
his reaction had been so strong and pronounced.
Over the years working with Scully, he had become
aware that he wanted Scully for more than just her
mind, but he had never even considered the
possibility he would ever see that side of her.
He knew she was a beautiful woman, of course, and
despite the nasty whispers that she was an "ice-
queen" he had a hunch that she was a warm, giving
lover.  But he had never allowed himself to really
SEE her as a sexual object, until Alex Krycek had
reduced her to one in front of him.

All the times he had allowed his gaze to travel
over her small, tight body, he had only had vague
notions of what it would look like being touched
sexually.  All the times he had allowed his hands
to brush against her, seemingly innocently, his
only real coherent thoughts had been about what
that touch did to his body, rather than what her
body would look like under his hands.  Truthfully,
he couldn't keep his hands off her, and he lived
for the times when he allowed himself to dominate
her personal space, as he soaked up the energy of
just being near her.  His late night masturbation
fantasies usually ended with him sighing her name,
but he had never ONCE seen any indication that she
had any sexual feelings towards him...or anyone
else, for that matter, except maybe that weird
Quaker dude but hey...that was a totally different
situation.  Not that it hadn't given new fodder to
Mulder's Scully fantasies.  But anyway.

Seeing Scully reduced to a mere sex object had
made his mind and body do a complete 180 degree
turn and he just wasn't sure he could ever forget
that there was a beautiful, sexy little body under
those seriously desire-damping suits she always
wore.

How the hell was he going to hide his attraction
now?

He heard Scully's sigh and felt a little sick,
wondering if she was thinking about how embarrassed
she was to be with him now.  Wondering if she was
thinking what a sick fuck he really was.
Wondering if she had noticed his horrible arousal
during that ordeal.  God how he wanted to let her
know how sorry he was.  And that everything was
going to be all right.

But it wasn't.  It wasn't all right.  His feelings
for her had changed, and he hadn't the faintest
idea what to do about it.

...............................

Scully let Mulder lean on her just a little as
they made their way up to his apartment.  The
feeling of his hard body against her own, and the
smell of his neck at the side of her face, nearly
made it hard for her to walk, too.  She could
imagine herself just turning her face slightly,
bringing her lips in contact with the hot skin of
his neck, letting her tongue taste just one small
taste of Mulder.  She blinked away these images as
he stepped away from her to fit his key in the
lock.

They entered his apartment and she helped him make
his way to his couch, putting her hand on his back
to help him sit down, thrilling at the feeling of
his back muscles moving under her touch.  Oh how
she wanted to brush that little lock of dark brown
hair off his forehead.  She was transfixed for
just a moment by a tiny bead of sweat on his brow,
probably brought on by the pain of sitting down
due to those cracked ribs.  She realized Mulder
was now looking at her with a slightly confused
expression and pulled herself together.

"Let me make us some tea."  She left his side and
walked into his tiny kitchen.

Mulder let out the breath he had been holding.
Having her small, soft body leaning over in front
of him, helping him get seated on the couch, had
nearly put him in grave danger of doing something
VERY stupid.  As she had pressed her hand against
his back, his face was just inches away from her
sweet-smelling throat and if he had tried  he could have seen
right down her blouse.  He fought an almost
uncontrollable urge to just move forward a few
inches and brush his lips against that warm, soft
skin.  He had had to close his eyes against the
impulse and felt himself perspiring with the
effort of the control.  He didn't let himself
breathe until she had stepped away.  She had
caught him though...he was sure she could read the
sick thoughts he was having and he felt terrible
under that fixed gaze she had given him.

He had to be more in control or he was going to
scare her away for good.  He could only imagine
how fragile she must be now.  GOD he was sick.

...........................

As Scully put the kettle on for the tea, she
thought about what she could do to remain safe in
the established bounds of their relationship, but
still test the waters to see if it could go any
further.  She knew Mulder was too much of a
gentleman to ever actually make a move on her, and
she wasn't at all sure he would even want to.
But...if she could very subtly make some moves
toward him, she might be able to judge from his
behavior what type of effect they were having.

Basically, she was going to tease him and see
where it got her.



She opened his refrigerator and nearly sighed out
loud in relief when she saw the four bottles of
ale in the bottom drawer.  She very quickly and
quietly opened one and drank it while finishing up
the tea.  She didn't drink very often at all, and
she was so small that it didn't take much, so by
the time she made her back to the living room with
two hot cups of tea, she was feeling nicely
buzzed.

...........................

Mulder looked up to see her coming toward him with
two hot cups of steaming liquid.  He returned her
smile as she bent to place them on the table in
front of the couch.  He tried VERY hard not to
look into the V of her blouse as she did so.  He
was very proud of himself when she straightened up
and he had seen nothing...except maybe a tiny
sliver of lace peeking out.



Scully found herself shaking her hair a little, to
get it out of her face...a sensuous little
movement she never allowed herself, but which felt
so nice, coupled with the buzz from the ale.  She
licked her lips and settled herself on the couch
beside Mulder, her thighs touching his.

She heard his quiet but sharp intake of breath as
she sat down.

"Oh Mulder, I'm sorry...did I hurt you?"  She
turned to him and put her hand on his thigh,
looking directly into his deep hazel eyes,
immediately lost in their soft, intense depths.

"Uh no...well, yeah a little...ribs."  He
finished.  

"Thanks for the tea."  Mulder said, trying very
hard to ignore the little bolts of electricity
that the touch of her leg against his was
creating.  His hands trembled just a little as he
brought the hot liquid back to his lap and leaned
against the back of the couch again.

"Sure.  It's chamomile.  It will help you relax so
you can get a good night's sleep."  Scully smiled
and lowered her lips to her own cup and sipped
carefully.

Mulder found himself staring at her plump little
mouth pouting against the rim of his cup and
blinked as he realized he was staring.  He
couldn't wait to use that cup for some future
beverage, putting his lips where hers had been.



"Uh Scully...I'm fine.  You don't have to stay...I
mean...if you don't want to."  He breathed and put
his own cup to his lips.

Scully felt a little pang of hurt at his words,
quickly squelched by the site of his sensuous lips
wrapping themselves against the rim of his mug.

"No, Mulder.  I think I should stay just a
bit...help you get to sleep.  I mean...make sure
you're able to rest...ok."  She stammered, feeling
her face grow hot at the implications of what she
had said.

Mulder swallowed a large gulp of hot tea too
quickly and almost choked, hearing Scully say she
wanted to "help him to get to sleep."  He
continued drinking the too-hot liquid as a cover
for his adolescent reaction, feeling it burn his
tongue and throat on the way down.



"Do you want to watch some TV?" said Scully,
getting off the couch to look for the remote.


Mulder searched his brain, but it had been almost
a week and he didn't have a clue.  Scully already
knew about his perverted little video habits.
Still, he didn't know how she'd react given her
recent experiences.

"Here let me look..."  Mulder started to rise from
the couch and Scully quickly turned around and
placed both hands on his chest.

"Mulder!  Sit down!  You're hurt!  I can find it,
you just sit there!"  She remained leaning over
him, looking in his eyes with concern, her hands
still resting on his chest until she was sure he
wasn't going anywhere.  She raised her eyebrows
and looked him straight in the eye, letting him
know she wasn't up for argument on this issue.

Mulder smiled and sank back against the couch
awkwardly.



Scully reluctantly straightened up, letting her
hands caress his chest for the tiniest moment as
she removed them.  She actually let a small, soft
sigh leave her lips as she broke contact.  The
beer was making her feel a little bit fearless.

As Scully stood up, Mulder felt a tingle go
through his entire body when her hands brushed his
chest upon removal.  He found that pillow he had
been looking for and when she turned back to the
TV, he leaned far over to the side, straining his
bruised ribcage and grabbed it.  He settled it on
his lap, hoping that it looked like a logical rest
for his cup of tea.

Scully found the remote control under some
newspapers and started pushing buttons.  She
finally got the set to turn on, then she heard
sound and turned back to the couch to settle in
and look for something to watch.  As she came
around to sit next to Mulder, she saw that he
wouldn't meet her eyes and was staring at a
fascinating spot somewhere east of the couch.  She
looked at him in confusion, then turned and seated
herself next to him, their legs once again
touching almost all the way from thigh to calf,
their upper arms warm against one another.  Then
she looked at the screen.

Aha.  The source of Mulder's acute embarrassment.
A decidedly interesting porno flick.  A very red-
haired woman was receiving oral administrations
from a tall brown-haired young man.  She was
voicing her appreciation of his lingual talents
quite openly.  Scully giggled just the tiniest bit
and handed the remote to Mulder.  She felt a
tingle start between her legs and shifted her
thighs just a bit.

Sighing deeply, Mulder grabbed the remote and
stabbed the Stop button savagely, effectively
quieting the vociferous red-head on the screen.
He stared at the remote as if it were the
offending party in this mess.

"Scully.  I'm sorry.  I...uh..."  Mulder didn't
allow himself to meet her eyes.  He didn't know
how to finish his apology, either.

"Mulder, it's OK.  It's not like you watching skin
flicks is news to me, you know.  Besides...I know
they're not yours."  She smiled merrily and very
gently nudged his arm with her own, being extra
careful not to hurt his injured shoulder or ribs.

Mulder sighed with relief and shifted a little
uncomfortably at the touch of her arm against his,
steadying his cup of chamomile and looking at the
remote intently.

Scully noticed his uncomfortable reaction.  "Oh
Mulder, did I hurt you?  I'm so sorry..."  She
turned and leaned into him, ever so gently
inspecting the wound on his shoulder and touching
the bandaged ribs beneath his T-shirt.  He jumped
at her touch.

"Maybe we should get you some more pain killers
Mulder...you seem to be in a lot of misery
tonight!"  Scully started to rise to get his
medication, but Mulder grabbed her arm and pulled
her back down gently.

"No I'm fine, Scully.  Really.  I don't want to
take anything."  He turned his attention to the
remote and began channel surfing through the
television stations, looking for something
distracting to take his mind off the fact that
Scully's upper body had just pressed full length
against arm, and the pillow under his chamomile
tea was now balancing on something getting harder
by the minute.

He settled on some old black and white movie,
figuring it for a chick flick.  He focused his
attention on giving a shit what the overly
dramatic woman was saying to the staccato-talking
man and took another drink of his tea.

Scully smiled and sipped her own tea.  She really
didn't care for old black and white romantic
movies, but she knew Mulder had chosen it to make
her happy and that alone made it the best movie
on.  She wiggled in beside Mulder even closer and
leaned back into the couch with a sigh.  She was a
bit sleepy from the beer and she let her head fall
back against the cushion, eyes closed.  She tilted
her head from side to side, getting the kinks out,
and moaned a little at the release of tension.

Mulder couldn't help but stare transfixed at her
relaxed, beautiful face, her exposed, soft neck
and her slightly parted lips.  He felt waves of
heat coming off that little body next to him and
when she moaned, he felt an arrow of power go
straight to his crotch.  He stifled his own gasp
as he tore his gaze away.  He shifted in his
place, trying to concentrate on the movie instead
of the vision of Scully with her head thrown back.



Scully sighed and opened her eyes, turning her
attention back to the screen.

  She glanced down at his lap, where
he still held the pillow in place, even though he
had just swallowed the remainder of his tea in
three large gulps.    She smiled as she set her own mug of tea
on the table and reached for Mulder's empty mug.

He tried to think of a rational protest as she
took the mug out of his hands but nothing came to
mind, so he numbly let her remove his only shield.
He was going to leave the pillow on his lap under
the pretense of just not thinking to move it, when
he felt Scully's hand come to rest on top of it.

"MMmm Mulder, do you mind if I use your pillow?
My head isn't quite high enough for this cushion
and my neck is a bit sore."  She acted innocent,
while trying to keep her voice steady, her blood
rushing in her ears.

"Uuhhhh...yeah sure.  Here ya go."  Mulder sounded
pained as he handed her the pillow.  He folded his
hands on his lap in a characteristically UNMulder
way as she used the pillow to settle herself
against the couch.  When she was pretty sure he
was looking at the screen and not her, she stole a
glance at his crotch.



"Ooo.."  Scully made a little pain sound and
jerked her head to the side just a bit.

"What...what is it Scully?"  Mulder's face held
concern and fear...concern for her discomfort,
fear that he might have to move his hands in order
to help her.

"Just a real sore spot in the back of my neck.  I
can't quite reach it."  Scully extended her arms
over head, trying to rub the kink out of the back
of her neck.  Of course this motion made her
breasts thrust forward and upward, which elicited
a very satisfying little breathy sound from
Mulder.  He still wasn't making any moves to help,
so she decided to get bold.  "Do you think you
could reach it, Mulder?  Or would that hurt your
sore arm?"

Mulder froze, caught between a warring complex of
emotions.  First, he wanted badly to have an
excuse to touch Scully's neck and back.  Second,
he was terrified of giving away his obvious
arousal, should he remove his folded hands from
his lap.  Third, he was afraid of what he might do
if he actually made skin to skin contact with
Scully, and Fourth, he didn't want to look like a
wimp and have Scully think that a little pain in
the shoulder was going to stop him from doing
something as simple as a quick neck rub.

In the end, he sighed deeply and shifted his body
so he was facing her.

"I'll take care of it."  He said, his voice low
and his eyes dark.

Scully's heart raced and she turned away from him,
holding up her hair so that he could put his hands
on her neck.

At the first touch of his fingers, she started and
felt liquid surge from between her thighs.  She
let out a little whimper and closed her eyes to
savor the sensation.

Mulder's hand was trembling as he reached out to
touch the soft white skin of Scully's neck.  When
his fingers made contact and she started under
him, he felt his hips twitch just a bit, moving
him closer to the source of all the excitement.
Feeling guilty as hell, he scooted just a little
bit closer to her and began to knead her tight
muscles with his nervous, twitching fingers.

"OOohhh yeah, that's it right there.  RIGHT there
Mulder.  MMm...."  Scully leaned back against his
hands, pressing herself to him and rolling her
head from side to side.

It was more than Mulder could take.

He let out a deep shuddering sigh and slid his
hands over Scully's shoulders, pulling her body
back against his and sinking his face into her
hair.

"Mmmmmm....God Scully, you feel so good..."
Mulder was instantly lost in the sensation of her
hair and her back against him.

Scully moaned and reached up to Mulder's hands,
pulling them down over her shoulders, resting them
just above her breasts.  After all, she couldn't
do everything for him.

Mulder moaned at the movement and his hands
dropped down of their own volition and completely
cupped both of Scully's breasts, squeezing and
stroking.  He nuzzled her hair back from her neck
and lowered his lips to the side of her throat.
He opened his mouth against her soft skin and let
his tongue taste it.



Mulder had lost the ability to speak and his
thumbs now brushed back and forth across Scully's
nipples, creating little undulations and whimpers
and gasps that nearly stopped his heart.  He
pulled her body back into his lap, ignoring the
wincing pain in his shoulder, sliding his hands
down her body to pull her hips firmly against his
own.  He groaned against her throat as her felt
her soft little round ass come in contact with his
fully aroused cock.  He thrust his hips against
her and lavished his tongue on her throat and
collar bone, his thumbs tracing circles on her ass
as his fingers pressed gently in on the front of
her pelvis.

"MMMmmulder...."  Scully leaned herself fully into
him and tried to reach behind her to touch more of
him.  She sank her hands into his thick hair and
moaned at the incredible sensation of having
Mulder's fingers so near her center, feeling his
hardness pressing insistently against her ass.
"Mmmm....god yeah."  She let her head fall back
completely and grabbed his head and pulled it down
to her own.

Their mouths met with a mutual groan and tongues
swirled around each other and each sought to
explore the other deeply and completely, taking
turns plunging deeply and then licking lips and
plunging deeply once again.

It was such sweet torture to have her back against
Mulder instead of her front.  Somehow it was more
sexual and less warm...something she was really in
the frame of mind for right now.  She felt his
hands coming together, closing in on her center,
and bucked her hips up to meet them.  She was
wearing cotton slacks and the thin fabric seemed
almost nonexistent as she felt his fingers begin
to press and stroke her.  She groaned up into
Mulder's mouth and pressed herself up to meet his
touch.

Mulder felt her moving against him and as his
hands pressed in on her soft center he could tell
even through the cotton of her slacks that she was
already wet and ready.  He pressed his cock
against her, hard, and moaned into her mouth.
"God...Scully....so good...MMm..."  He was afraid
that if he didn't get her turned around, he was
going come right here, rubbing against her ass.
That isn't what he wanted.

Scully felt his mouth leave hers and fasten in on
her neck and shoulder area once again, as his
hands rubbed deeper and more quickly between her
thighs.  She was raising her pelvis to press
herself against Mulder's hands, then lowering
herself to press her ass against his hard cock.
God she wasn't going to last much longer...and she
didn't want to come facing away from him.  She
wanted to come with him inside her.  Just thinking
of that scenario almost sent her over the edge,
and she jerked her hips to a halt and grabbed his
hands roughly.

Mulder made a disappointed, surprised sound as
Scully arrested his hands.  He raised his lips
from her shoulder and she quickly turned herself
around on the couch so she was facing him.

Their eyes met, for the first time sharing their
desire in that special form of wordless
communication they always shared.  The power of
that energy flowing between their gazes was enough
to bring them both off, but they each held off,
drinking the site of the other, boundaries down,
hearts open.

Scully broke the gaze.  "Mulder, I want you so
bad...but I'm afraid...I'm not sure how to
continue this without hurting you."  Her face,
while flushed with desire, was also concerned.

Mulder closed his eyes as he realized she was
right...if she got on top of him, his ribs would
be in agony, and he was pretty sure he couldn't
support himself on top of her with his bad
shoulder and sore ribs.  He was nearly insane with
arousal and frustration when he felt Scully get up
from the couch.  He opened his eyes and watched as
she pulled her sweater up over her head, unclipped
her bra and let it fall, then proceeded to very
quickly unzip and step out of her slacks.  When
she bent to pull off her panties, the excitement
became painful for him and he moaned, "Scully..."
but didn't know what to do.

Then he watched as she got down on the rug on his
floor on her hands and knees.  She turned her head
and gave him the hottest look he'd ever seen his
life.  There was that unspoken communication
again.  FUCK he sure got that message loud and
clear.  Mulder groaned and leapt off the couch,
ripping his shirt off over his head  and
then fumbling to unzip and shed his jeans and
underwear.

He was shaking and moaning as he kneeled behind
her.  He reached out and smoothed his hands over
her two perfect buttocks, and he bent and traced
tiny circles with his tongue.

Scully moaned and backed up against him
insistently.  "Now Mulder...God don't make me
wait!"

He didn't need to be told twice.  He took his
throbbing erection in hand and slid it over her
hot, wet folds, wincing at the thunderbolts of
pleasure that shot through his body.  He pressed
the tip of himself just inside her and she moaned
loudly and pressed back, driving him more deeply
into her body.  "Ooohhhh Mulder....Oh God don't
tease...I need this!"

Mulder nearly came from the feeling of having her
force him deeper inside but he was determined to
hear Scully come calling his name first.  Steeling
himself against the intense sensation he continued
to push himself in, a little at a time, pushing
in, then drawing back just a little, then pushing
deeper, then drawing back just a little, then
finally pushing ALL the way in with a shuddering
groan and bending over her small, trembling body.
"Ohhhh...gaw....Scull....."  He lost the capacity
for words.

"Uhhhhmmmm   Mulder......oh God...Oh yeah...."
Scully started to move against him but Mulder
gripped her hips hard with his hands.

"NNnoo not yet...wait...wanna hear you come..."
Mulder moved his hands from her hips down around
in front, and began to press gently on her clit as
he pulled slowly out of her and pushed back in.

"Uhhhh...Uh yeah...Mulder...Oh God..yeah...Oh I'm
gonna come..."  Scully tossed her head back and
moved against Mulder's hips, the attention his
fingers were giving her clit bringing her quickly
to a place of no return.

Scully writhed against Mulder, yelling his name
like a mantra, "Muldermuldermulder muldermulder"
then suddenly her body began to buck and shake and
she screamed "Oh GOD MULDER OH GOD OH MULDER!" and
slammed her ass back against his hips, her ass
checks being bruised by his pelvic bones.  She
slid herself back and forth on Mulder's cock until
the clenching and spasming had subsided to a
manageable level, and took a deep shuddering
breath.  "COME, Mulder...now, for me."

Scully's words gave Mulder the permission he
needed and he grabbed her hips with both hands and
thrust deeply and violently into her over and
over, shooting his seed deep inside her and
yelling with the intensity of the sensation of his
orgasm.  "OH God Scuh Scuh
Scuh...Scullllleeeeeeeeee...."  He voice broke on
her name and he let go of her hips, falling
forward on top of her body, but still supporting
himself with tensed stomach and thigh muscles.

"MMMMmmmulder....."  Scully moaned as she curled
her body forward to rest her chest on her arms.

"I love it when you say my name like that Scully."
Mulder gasped, catching his breath, still deep
inside Scully.

"MMmmmulder...." Scully said again, this time
especially for Mulder, who smiled at the sound it.

When he pulled away from her, the sensation was
pain and pleasure and emptiness all at the same
time and she whimpered.  Then she stretched out on
the rug and felt him lower his body down along her
back, their bodies touching each other from
shoulder to ankle.  Mulder reached around and
wrapped his arms around Scully, who sighed and
snuggled backward against his body and held his
arms with her own.

Had anything ever felt this good?  Would anything
else ever feel this good?  She didn't know, but
she was damn sure going to make sure this wasn't
the last time she felt like this.

She felt herself falling asleep and heard Mulder's
breathing settle into a rhythm as well.

"Mulder...you do have a bed, don't you?"  Scully
asked, suddenly aware of just how uncomfortable it
was on the floor.  Then she remembered Mulder was
still in recovery, and forced herself to scoot
away from him and raise up on her knees.  "Come on
Mulder...you need a bed."  She stood up and
reached down for his hand.

He lay there, looking up at his Scully, naked and
sweaty, hair messed and makeup smeared, and
thought his heart would burst from the vision.  He
smiled what he knew was his most goofy-looking
smile and reached up for her hand.  She carefully
helped him stand up and he wrapped his arms around
her as she led him to his bedroom.

She pressed him down on the bed and crawled in
over him, adjusting him in the pillows and pulling
the blankets up.  He let her do all this even
though he was perfectly capable of doing it for
himself.  After all, if he could fuck doggy-style
on his living room rug, he could certainly arrange
some pillows.  He just grinned happily and let her
pamper him.

Once she was satisfied with his condition she
snuggled in next to him carefully, draping one
small white arm across his chest.

He sighed and let his mind and body relax against
the soft pillows Scully had surrounded him with.
Was this heaven?  If not, he didn't want any part
of heaven.  He just wanted to stay right here.

"Scully?"  He said quietly, not sure if she was
awake or asleep.

"MMm...yeah Mulder?"  she said against his chest.

"I'm in love with you."  Mulder said, then was
silent.

"MMMMmmulder.  I love you too."  Scully kissed his
chest then closed her eyes.

Mulder grinned in the dark.  He was NEVER going to
get tired of hearing his name said that way.
Never.


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