My demon and a red-headed wench

Author: Liffen_Aira

Rating: NC-17 for adult situations and language

Classification: S, A, H, R.

Pairing: Mulder/Scully

Spoilers: Pilot, Ice, One breath, Never again, En ami.

Disclaimer: The X-Files is owned by Fox; no infringement of copyright is intended.

Feedback: highly appreciated.

Translated by MrsSpooky

Summary: I'd wanted to do it with her for the first time when we investigated a case in Icy Cape.

Chapter 1

I'd wanted to do it with her for the first time when we investigated a case in Icy Cape.

Scully had already been my partner for a few months by then. We had first met a long time ago and now were getting used to each other. I had been determined on working alone since Diana left the X-files, so I was violently opposed to the idea of my superiors to assign me a new female partner. I was sure that they sent her to spy on me and debunk my work.

Well, I stocked up with pop-corn, so to speak, and decided to wait and see how it would turn out.

There was no denying it – I had read Agent Scully's personal record before we met. Her senior thesis "Einstein's twin paradox: a new interpretation" captivated me. Besides, she had background in forensic science and pathology.

Her no-nonsense attitude and analytical mind were a quite promising combination, but the X-files were my pet project and the part of my search for the Truth, so I wasn't going to explain anything to anybody.

Having pondered it over for a while, I decided to get rid of her after our first case together.

Oregon with his dark mysteries changed everything.

She did try to contribute in the investigation in Bellefleur. I didn't trust anyone and didn't intend to share my secrets with this girl, certainty not when she came to my room scared, confused, and clad only in a bathrobe and her underwear under it. Even as she burrowed her face in my shoulder I was still smirking.

That night I told her about Samantha. Deep down I realized that the redhead wouldn't leave my division just because I wanted it. It didn't mean I couldn't try and scare her off with a story about extraterrestrials, especially since most of our colleagues had already written me off as a crackpot. But at that night it took some work to get back my control which lessened with each passing second as I looked at her wet hair and pursed lips. My Oxford degree hinted me that our unexpected partnership would lead to some very unusual discoveries. And not only work-related ones.

Dana Katherine Scully became my partner and second (and the only one, except me) member of the X-files division.

Technically, I was her boss and I must admit that she had never disputed it. Being reserved and collected, cold-blooded and quick-minded, she basically exemplified a model FBI agent with her readiness to help, run lab tests, find a logical explanation even for the most bizarre theory, and prove me and mainly herself that paranormal phenomena didn't exist.

I started sizing a new inhabitant of the basement up. To my puzzlement, I noticed that she wasn't going to make herself at home at my lair. She didn't even demand to provide her with a personal workspace, she was quite content with my table. It seemed that she also had natural tact. What a treasure of a partner! My male ego sang. I was used to run the division on my own terms, and – what a miracle! – her invasion hadn't changed that.

The X-files cases supplemented with valid and, above all, reasonably explained proofs were filled the archive slowly, making the superiors bite their tongues and leave me alone.

So, I'd changed my mind about kick her out. For the time being.

And then we ended up in Icy Cape with the group of scientists, investigating the deaths of Alaskan research team, having worked on the project "Arctic Ice". And all hell broke loose.

After the death of Bear, our pilot, who had brought us there, all team was out of their mind with fear. The research team had unearthed an ice core sample from a meteor crater formed thousands years ago. Contact with samples had caused infection. An unknown parasitic life form made infected people violently aggressive. That was enough for anybody to climb the walls. Nobody was sure that they were still uninfected. We suspected each other but tried not to show our panic. There was some irony in that situation; I wasn't the only one paranoid in our tandem anymore.

As the bodies were put into the fridge, I followed Scully. She and Hodge insisted on destroying them for safety's sake, but I thought that this extraterrestrial life form required further examination. Tiredness and nervousness got the better of us and we started to yell at each other. I realized that we need a break or we would kill one another even without an influence of the alien parasite.

At night I heard a lab door closed and got out of my room into the corridor to find out what was going on. Scully, Hodge and DaSilva found me over the body of Murphy whose death brought the situation to the boiling point. Hodge demanded to isolate me, while Scully wanted my blood tested. I felt as fear was building up among us. I had my gun and at that moment decided that it was the only guaranty of my safety. I hoped for my partner's support, but- Scully had blatantly challenged me for the first time. Her growing distrust prodded me to use force, but I hesitated for a moment which was enough for her to draw her own weapon and point it at me! That redheaded wench locked me in a storage room and took away my weapon – basically, outdid me. She supposed that I might not be who I was anymore.

When I got isolated, I felt a strong urge to break her thin neck. I was depressed and angry as hell. Spooky lone wolf – or rather lone fox. I didn't notice how I had gotten used to trust Scully and depend on her within those last months. My inner voice asked me mockingly, 'Wasn't it you who told over and over again about control?" As it turned out, Fox Mulder wasn't able to control even himself, not mentioning redheaded wenches, having been assigned to his division just recently. The darkness heated my already wrought-up imagination, and I imagined how my fingers slid up from Scully's forearm to her neck, my hand covered the back of her head, tugging on her hair and bending her stubborn head, when I forced her to admit that I'm right- But at that moment I made myself open my eyes and started staring into the darkness. Well, being a profiler I knew where all of this led to. I clenched my teeth and groaned. Screw it! I had been glad for my imprisonment for the first time since I got locked there.

She came back the next day. Her eyes revealed to me her remorse for the situation I'd found myself in. Scully wanted to make up with me after everything what had occurred before. While I have been sitting here, it seemed that she, Hodge and DaSilva had found a common denominator. And here I was - an unknown variable in the equation. I wondered how far she was going to go for clearing the air between us. I was more or less aware about the limits of my own insanity, so I just had to check them out-

From her first words I gathered that nobody had died anymore. I said that I didn't trust Hodge and DaSilva, while she had my unconditional trust. She paused, clearly musing over my words.

"Well, but you're not letting us examine you!"

That scene with the gun came back to me. I reminded her that I hadn't refused examination, but she had pointed her gun at me. I repeated my statement about unconditional trust I had in her. Having heard it, she blushed! I was certain of it: the colour rose to her checks. Feverish thoughts were running through my exhausted mind. So, she was sorry-

I'd gotten a chance to set the record straight.

"Okay. But now they're not here," she almost groaned.

I could celebrate my victory over her. The wench had undertaken too much and now she was torn between me and those two behind the door. I must admit it never occurred to me that she might be infected. I leaned closer and looked into her eyes intently. Funny, but until that moment I had never noticed her freckles.

As I turned away, I heard her uneven breathing and suddenly remembered about my night torments. I knew what was going to happen but still found myself unprepared for it. She touched the back of my neck with her palm, applying slight pressure. I clenched my fists involuntary as I held my breath, imagining how her hand slid down my back and squeezed my butt- It seemed this was going to be my undoing.

I heard as she heaved a sigh of relief and turned around abruptly. She stood there, smiling, and looked completely relaxed. Her baby-blues shone so bright as though Scully had just gotten an unexpected present. A soft rustle from the other side of the door made her step away from me.

And I lost it completely; all self-control accumulated during my forced incarceration vanished in a flash.

I wanted to examine her neck, too, to make sure that she wasn't infected either.

So, I grabbed Scully's hand and pulled her closer. As she gasped and tensed like a heavy coiled spring, I realized that my gesture looked too intimate. All of this resembled foreplay.

I put my palm on her neck.

My demon, whispering me all this time how smooth her skin was to the touch, asked me to step closer, push Scully to the wall, and slid my hand under her shirt freely. He assured me that Scully wouldn't resist. And even if she would, I was much stronger.

My subconsciousness did some nasty things. It assured me that I must punish that redhead, teach her a lesson, and once and for all validate my right of the strongest and therefore leader of our team. I must punish her, eventually. An image I envisioned at that moment made me sport an impressive erection in a matter of seconds. Completely naked Scully, crucified under me, whining because of my caresses, begging me for mercy-

I tried to argue with myself, reminding that it was wrong and unnatural. We both were FBI agents assigned to that case as working partners. But I struggled very weakly, to put it mildly.

I wrapped my fingers around her neck and started caressing a dimple on her spine, sensing rapid beating of her pulse.

Her shoulders quavered, and it occurred to me that we both as though seethed with madness, which had nothing to do with an alien parasite.

I made myself move away from her and retreated to the far wall, trying to take under control furious pulsing of blood in my temples and my groin. My demon made off reluctantly.

Scully rearranged her clothes slowly, and we left the storage without uttering a single word.

Now we presented united front and both knew it. Let DaSilva and Hodge yell till hell freezes over – I'd got Scully on my side.

But it wasn't the end of the story.

That crazy pair restricted me at last and locked Scully in the storage. While I was wrestling with Hodge and Scully was breaking the door bolt with some heavy object (who could have thought that she was going to do something like that for me just a few hours ago), DaSilva tried to put an alien worm into my ear. It seemed that Hodge noticed something suspicious, because his grip on me relaxed, and then he released me completely, screaming at the top of his lungs that DaSilva was infected.

The three of us were able to immobilize the woman, mad with rage, and put the worm into her ear. It had worked – the both parasites in DaSilva's body died.

Scully stroked her soothingly and repeated that it all was going to stop right there and stay at the station forever. I looked at my partner and seemed that her words were addressed to me rather than to the poor woman.

My demon smirked and promised that it was just the beginning.

Oh, he was right indeed!