I wrote this way back when after watching the episode '3' in season two. (Amazing what you find when you clean out your file cabinet…) I always wondered what would have happened if Mulder got a little too close to this particular X-File.

I hope you enjoy, remember, it's rated M for a reason.

Thank Chris Carter for the amazing characters. I'm just playing with them for my own amusement.

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As I step from the shower, I can sense that I am not alone. My lover is waiting for me, lurking in the shadows. I exit the bathroom, turning off the light, leaving the bedroom illuminated only by the candles I lit earlier. I take two steps into the room and he grabs me from behind, harshly holding my hips, a small hiss escaping his lips. I can't see his face but I know it is him. His feel, his smell, his hot body against mine. He is naked and ready for me. He roughly pushes me down on the bed. I am not afraid; he will not hurt me, that is not his goal.

I know what he wants, what he needs, from me.

I roll onto my back as he descends on me. His mouth instantly finds my hardened nipples, biting and sucking on each in turn. He sucks so hard the pain is almost too much. I tangle my hands in his hair and arch my body up to his greedy mouth. His hands slide up my sides to my shoulders. He holds me tightly as he moves his mouth to my neck. He sinks his teeth into me as he thrusts his length deep inside me. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I love this man so much; I will do anything for him.

His hands tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. He thrusts hard and fast while drinking from me. My nails rake down his back, leaving behind stinging trails of fire. He pulls back from me and hisses through blood stained teeth. In a sudden move, he turns me over and thrusts into me so hard, so deep, I feel he will split me in half. He grabs my hair, once again pulling my head back and sinking into the soft flesh of my neck. The pain is exquisite. I cry put as I dig my nails into the mattress, feeling a warm, sticky trail from my neck running down my chest, between my breast and down my stomach. He continues to pump his hips feverishly, his hands leaving my hair and wrapping around me to cup my breasts. He squeezes firmly, pinching my nipples as he sucks on my neck.

Drinking my blood, giving him what he needs to survive.

My body begins to tingle as I feel my orgasm approach. He can tell I am close and begins to thrust so unbelievably hard that he lifts my body off the bed with each stroke. I begin to shake, my body so alive. Finally, I cry out in release. My orgasm is so powerful; I can feel my muscles contracting around his rock hard length. I cry out his name overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through my body. He finishes feasting on me and I know it is his turn. He grabs my hips and a low erotic moan escapes his lips as he continues to stroke into me. I feel his body tense then his hands tremble as he reaches his climax.

"Oh God, oh Dana, gonna…"

With one final ever so deep thrust, he erupts inside of me. His warmth fills me as he holds me tightly to his body. He jerks with the last of his release and his trembling subsides. After a few more seconds he collapses to the bed, pulling me close to him. He turns me to lay behind me, gently caressing my body and kissing my wounds. I am suddenly very tired, both from the blood loss and the intense sexual sensations. I will be weak in the morning but I don't care.

He is my life and I, quite literally, am his.

He pulls the blanket over us as I begin to fade off to sleep. His body is tightly pressed against mine and he murmurs in my ear. "Dana my love, you are everything to me. I love you. Thank you."

I smile faintly and whisper softly before I fall asleep. "I love you too Mulder."

Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!