Dark Desires for Pain

I don't own The X Files or its characters. The X Files is the property of Chris Carter, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter 10 by AnarchyX-Phile

"Do you mind if I ask why you decided on getting this one room?" he asked as he sat their bags at the foot of the small bed and looked around the tiny room. With them both standing up and moving around, there was barely enough room to walk without bumping shoulders.

And the bed. Well the bed looked so small that he didn't see how he could sleep in it, let alone sleep in it with Scully."

"It's all they had, Mulder." She sighed, obviously tired and not willing to dive into a conversation.

"We could have gone somewhere else." He didn't know why he was still talking, but he couldn't shut up. He was nervous as hell. What did this mean? Were they going to sleep together or just sleep together?

"If you have a problem with it, then you can go find another hotel. As for me, I'm staying right here."

"You want to share the shower too or just the bed?" he asked as he opened his suitcase and grabbed a clean pair of boxers. When he lifted his gaze to her face, he couldn't help but chuckle at her wide eyes.

"I've already showered twice today—I'm good." She said as she kicked her shoes off and slid them under the bed before going to get her bag.

He shrugged his shoulders and pulled his suit jacket off, hanging it on the back off a small wooden-backed chair before he pulled his tie off and unbuttoned his dress shirt, laying it out on top of his jacket. He kept watching her glance towards him, wanting to see him undress but not wanting him to catch her watching.

He kicked off his shoes, toed off his socks, and smiled when it came time for the belt. She was bent over her suitcase pretending to search for something but as soon as she heard his belt buckle clink, her eyes shot towards his waist as her tongue fluttered across her parted lips.

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him in his boxers before, hell his erection had been planted against her ass just this morning—but there was something about watching the full show that had her heart racing. "Now it's your turn, or do you want me to keep going?"

She blushed and rolled her eyes at him. "Go shower, you stink." She laughed as she tossed her head towards the bathroom.

He hurried with his shower, barely letting the water hit his body before he was scrubbing his skin with the hotel soap bar and emptying the complimentary half bottle of shampoo. His erection wasn't going to go down—he was sleeping with Scully for the first time, he really didn't even want it to go down; in the back of his mind, he wanted her to see it and hopefully she'd be impressed.

He toweled himself dry and put on a fresh pair of boxers, opting to wear an undershirt so that he wouldn't make her uncomfortable. He walked out of the bathroom and his eyes immediately flicked to the bed, his cock twitching in appreciation. He couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips when saw her sitting in the middle of the bed reading the case file, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose, and dressed in the same boxers and undershirt she had borrowed from him that morning. She must have taken them home with her after she left—what a sneak.

"Are you coming to bed?" she smiled nervously as she laid the file on the nightstand and slid towards the left side of the mattress. He walked over to turn the overhead light off and as soon as he slid under the covers, she flipped the lamp off and they were in the dark.

"So have you had enough time to think about what you want?" he asked, not knowing if he should try and touch her.

"I have."

"And what do you think?"

"I think you should kiss me good night."

He hummed and turned towards her, sliding the blanket up enough that his bottom half was covered. He wrapped one arm around her, burrowing his hand underneath her body so that his palm could rest on her back while his other hand played with her hair.

She nervously stared up at him while he looked down at her, the hand on her back shifting every few seconds as he rubbed the backs of her shoulder blades. "I know what you're thinking and I think you're wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I'd never push you to the back burner; I'm a better man than that." He said as he leaned down and covered her mouth, cradling the back of her head gently in his palm. He tugged and nibbled on her upper lip before switching his attention to the bottom lip. She parted her lips but instead of sliding his tongue into her mouth like she had expected—like she had hoped—he ended the kiss and dropped a quick kiss against the tip of her nose. "Goodnight Dana." He said as he twisted away from her and closed his eyes, ignoring his pulsing erection and the intense heat that was radiating off her body.

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She woke up and felt as though she couldn't breathe; there was heavy weight pressing her deep into the mattress and it wasn't until she opened her eyes and saw the dingy hotel room that she remembered where she was…and what was on top of her: most of Mulder's body.

She was on her stomach, her head turned away from him, and he was lying on top of her, his stomach pressed against her back, his hot breath rushing over her ear as he exhaled. She whimpered and tried to move only to feel him tighten his embrace, the hand on her stomach shifting up to cup and squeeze her breast. "Mmmulder," she panted as she arched her back into him, feeling his erection against her back.

"Sssculllly," he moaned sleepily as he shifted his hips against her and let his erection slide up the crack of her ass. He moaned and his hand tightened around her breast. "Baby, I love you so much," he groaned almost painfully into the back of her head.

Her body went still even though he continued to move over her. She knew he was dreaming but what he was saying was the best thing she'd ever heard so she didn't stop him; instead, she prayed he'd stay asleep so that she could hear more…feel more.

His hips began moving against her in jerky strokes, his cock digging deeper and deeper into her crack as he glided against her ass. "So good, honey—you're so tight." He groaned, his words slurred as he continued rubbing against her, his hand becoming almost painful as he squeezed her breast tighter. He hummed and his lips pursed to kiss the back of her neck before he whimpered the most erotic phrase he could have ever said, "I'm gonna fill you up baby…tell me you want it..." His hips became jerky and sporadic, the head of his cock digging into her ass until it was pressed against her anus.

She took in a deep, staggered breath as her body began to shake. "Please, Fox—I want it. I want you," she whispered quietly, not wanting to wake him up and not wanting him to stop. He groaned as his body shook violently, his entire weight pressing down on her as his hips slid against her.

During the peak of his orgasm, he woke up—his eyes instantly jerking open even as the intense pleasure running through him was forcing his eyes shut. He pulled away from her and stood up, the final pulses of his orgasm causing his legs to weaken and he stumbled as he put his hand on the wall to steady himself; his boxers were soaked and he cringed when Scully turned her head to look at him, unable to make out any of his features in the dark.

"I don't know what to say here, Scully." He finally said, the disappoint and self-loathing soaked each word as he spoke them to her.

"You don't have to say anything. Come back to bed."

"I can't…I…" He looked down at his wet boxers and blushed, his eyes fluttering closed in fear that his wet dream just cost him the only relationship he'd ever given a damn about.

"You can't leave me unsatisfied," she braved as she sat up and got on her knees and waved him to come back to her. He didn't say anything for the longest time—the only sound coming from his side of the room was his deep, labored breathing.

"Dana…I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that to you when I was asleep—I would have never crawled in next to you if I had known...but if you…if you want me to touch you, I promise I'll make it good for you."

Hell, he knew why he'd done it—he hadn't been with a woman since she walked into his office over a year ago—it wasn't hard to understand why having a woman sleeping next to him would give him the most spectacular wet dream he'd ever had. He just couldn't believe she was going to let him get away with it.

"Come here, Fox. I want you to do a lot more than touch me." She said as she crawled out of the bed and walked slowly towards him, giving them both plenty of time to change their mind if they wanted to.

When she reached him, she put her hands on his stomach and pulled him against her, sighing as she breathed in his scent—insanely comforted as his arms wrapped around her body. "You're wet, Mulder." She said as she felt his cum-soaked boxers dampen her thin shirt. Just before he started to pull away from her, she kissed his chest and laughed softly, "but not nearly as wet as I am."

"Scully," he groaned, in a half warning, half plea. God he wanted her, his cock was already hard again as her small body clung to him. His hands ran up and down her back, each pass bringing him further and further down her spine until his palms were finally covering her ass. She hummed and pursed her lips, pressing her mouth against the bottom of his throat.

"Close your eyes," he whispered into her ear as he walked her backwards towards the bed. His hands were now resting lightly on her hips, his fingers brushing against her skin and setting her nerves on fire.

She shook her head and tilted her face up so she could see his eyes, heavy with desire as he stared longingly at her neck. She lifted her hands and rested them on the back of his head, pulling down on him as she forced his lips towards her neck.

"Scully, I said to close your eyes!" He growled as he twisted his head out her grasp and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her into a quick, rough kiss—long enough to assert his dominance but short enough not get lost in her taste or the way his stomach pulled taunt when she slid her tongue against his tongue.

When the kiss was over, he laid her down on the bed and turned her on her side; he climbed in behind her and spooned his long body around her shorter frame.

She turned her head back to look at him questioningly when his low growl filled the air again. "Damnit Scully, I told you twice." He said as he ripped his shirt off and folded the fabric into a long, thin strip. "Sit up," he said as he looped the fabric around her head and pulled it over her eyes.

"...but Mulder..." She whimpered as she reached up to pull the blindfold off.

"Don't touch it, leave it alone." He whispered in her ear as he laid her body back down on the bed. "I'll cum all night long if I see your beautiful eyes watching me," he admitted roughly. Even through the blindfold, he could see her brows furrow; he leaned towards her and pressed his lips against her ear, breathing out long and slow before promising, "I've already had my way with you—now I'm going to pay back the favor...over and over and over again."

It felt somewhat odd saying these things to her, not because he was uncomfortable…but because it was almost too comfortable being with her like this. It was just like the million dreams he had had of her since he met her, only this time he could feel the warmth of her body soaking into his skin, he could smell the strong scent of her shampoo as he nuzzled his nose into her hair to kiss her ear, and—by far the best aspect—he could feel her body vibrate as she moaned from his touch.

"Oh my God, Mulder." She hummed as she arched her back into him, aching to feel his hands on her breasts again. He put his arms around her body, letting his hands rest flatly on her stomach and pulled her backwards against his chest. She felt so small lying against him with his long legs intertwined with her legs and his large hands covering nearly all of her stomach.

The blindfold had surprised her; she had never expected him to be so assertive and demanding, but it made her heart pound wildly as she anxiously waited for him to start paying back his favor. Of course, she wouldn't admit it in fear that it would change his current tactics but she didn't feel like she needed him to repay her with a favor. His naughty dream was the most erotic thing she had ever heard, holding promises of what sex would really be like between them—what he would whisper in her ear and, best of all, how he sounded during an orgasm.

"Touch me," she begged as she wiggled her body against his, trying to get him to move his hands up to cup her aching breasts; her nipples were already hard from just thinking about how warm his hand had felt on her a few minutes ago.

"You're so impatient when you're aroused, honey." He laughed lowly as he kissed her neck and moved his hands up an inch, but still not giving her what she so desperately needed. "You are aroused, right? I'm not off the mark, am I?" he asked, slowly rubbing his cock against her ass and smiling when he felt her body tremble.

"Yes, Fox" she hissed. "God, it's crazy how you make me feel." She admitted in a half moan, half whine as she put her hands over his and pushed them up until his palms were finally covering her breasts.

He nearly swallowed his tongue when he felt her take control of his movements, putting him exactly where she wanted him. While he began gently squeezing one breast, his other hand pinched and rolled her nipple between his fingertips. "Fuck, Mulder!" she groaned between clenched teeth as her hips rolled against him.

He leaned over her and pressed his open mouth against her lips, swallowing her moans as his hands continued playing with her breasts. She plunged her tongue in and out of his mouth with such fierceness that he nearly lost his mind and was on the verge of fucking her just so he could establish that he was the one in control here.

But then he thought about the hours he had spent in his apartment after she'd left him that morning. He'd cleaned his bedroom out, moving all the files and boxes out into his 'office' in the living room; he washed his sheets, fluffed out the pillows and dusted and vacuumed the room. The next time she came over, he planned on fully romancing her—complete with music and candles; that's what he wanted for their first time, not some dingy hotel room in a town he couldn't even remember the name of.

"You drive me crazy, Scully. I can't think straight when I'm around you."

"Mulder—please…" she begged as she rotated her hips against his erection, wanting to feel his skin against her skin; she wanted his body heat to melt and brand her skin so that everyone would know that she belonged to him—because she did. Completely.

"What do you need? Tell me what's the matter." he whispered into her ear

"I want you so bad it hurts," she groaned as looped one arm behind her and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer to her neck so she could feel his lips against her skin again.

"Show me where it hurts…I promise I'll make you feel better." He said, leaning forward to press his lips against her pouted mouth while his hands continued playing with her breasts, squeezing them hard until she gasped and moaned.

She lifted her shaking hand and pressed her palm against the back of his right hand and pushed it down, his fingers teasing her belly through her shirt until their hands reached the elastic band of the boxers she was wearing. "Right here, this is what I've needed since I met you. Please Fox." She said as she grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand under her boxers so he could feel her weeping pussy.

His moved his hand down and cupped his palm and fingers, pausing when he was less than an inch away from covering her swollen folds with his hand. "Dana, are you sure you want me to do this? You won't regret it?"

He could feel the wet heat her pussy was emitting, it warmed his skin and made his stomach clench in desire. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his entire life and the thought of her regretting it made his body chill against her impossible heat.

"Do it, baby—I need you so bad." She whimpered, wrapping her hand around his forearm and trying to force his hand up until he was touching her, but he was stronger than her and she barely moved him at all.

"Put your left hand on your other breast, play with yourself." He said into her ear so that she would move her hand off his forearm.

"What should I do with my other hand?" she asked as her left hand moved up to cup and squeeze and pinch her nipples.

"What do you want to do with it, honey? What will make this better for you?" He asked as he gently pressed his cupped palm against her moist panties. Her entire body froze and then she began shivering as she began moving her hips against his palm.

She whimpered, drawing her beautiful bottom lip in between her teeth as she writhed against him. He rubbed his fingers along her slit, the thin underwear was just enough barrier to make them both ache for more. "I want to touch you," she said through clenched teeth as she reached her right hand behind her and went straight for his cock, which was trying to bury itself in the crack of her ass again despite their underwear.

He hissed and jerked her panties to the side, letting his long finger finally stroke her pussy, her wetness coating his fingers and hand in a thick delicious layer of arousal. "Oh my God," he groaned as he bit down roughly on her ear.

Her hand stopped moving towards his erection and instead fisted in the material of his boxers on his upper thighs; she cried out and nearly had an orgasm just from his first touch. She wanted to tell him how amazing he was, how much she was feeling just from one single stroke of his finger against her clit; but her stomach was tied in such tight knots that she could no longer breathe and she didn't know how she was going to survive him, but it was a death she was willing to die over and over and over again as long as it meant that he was touching her.

She felt his wet tongue probing her ear before the sharp scrape of his teeth against her earlobe. His finger was gliding slowly against her folds, letting just the pad of his fingertip move across her clit in slow circles. "Have you ever thought about me touching you like this?"

"God yes, almost every night," she admitted. "Move faster," she added on a breathy sigh as her hand began moving for his cock again. He grabbed her hand and stopped her from touching him knowing that he would cum just as soon as he felt her hand on him. "Please, baby. I need to feel you…I need it more than anything."

It was the fact that she called him 'baby' more than anything else that he finally let her hand go and let her grab hold of his thick erection. As soon as her fingers wrapped around his girth, they both moaned—she arched her back, pressing her ass against him the same moment he bucked his hips into her body. "Can I take off your bottoms?" He asked, irritated that the tightness of her underwear was hindering his movements.

"Mmmhmm. Just don't stop touching me." She said as she moved her hand from her breast and helped him push her boxers and underwear off. As soon as the clothes were kicked off her feet, she shifted her legs so that her slick folds were open to him but she was still lying on her side, her ass pressed against his hips.

"Mmmm, my girl is so compliant. I love it, it makes me so hard." He said as he grinded his dick into her fist. "Squeeze it tighter, yea baby, just like that. Don't stop and I won't stop." He said as he began flicking the tip of his finger against her clit while his other hand pinched her nipple so hard that she winced and gasp, squeezing his cock hard as she pumped her hand up to his tip.

He leaned over her and parted his lips and as soon as she felt his breath on her sore nipple, she moaned in anticipation. She was so close and she knew she was going to lose it as soon as she felt his mouth on her. She kept her bottom lip clamped tightly between her teeth and held her breath, waiting to lose complete control to him. But she never felt him.

She went to push away the blindfold—she wanted to see him, but he grabbed her hand and bit harshly at her fingertips before he finally lowered his head and latched onto her nipple, sucking long and hard until she could feel the suction deep in her pussy.

"Oh God, Fox." She said as she began thrashing against him, "talk to me, I always imagined what you would say to me," she begged as she began pumping his cock faster.

He gave her nipple one last suck before he leaned back to whisper in her ear. "Your skin tastes so good—nothing like I dreamed it would. You taste so sweet, so clean; you taste like you were made for me."

She wanted to tell him that she was made for him, only for him but the feelings whirling inside her stomach left her incapable of doing anything but moaning and grabbing his cock tighter. He felt so rigid and thick in her hand, she could feel him throbbing under her touch and wondered what it would feel like when it was buried inside her. She ran her finger along the tip and cried out when she felt the small droplet of precum gathered on his head.

He pushed a single finger into her dripping pussy and flicked his thumb against her click. Even against one finger, her body was so tight and her walls sucked at his finger before clamping down hard. Her body was shaking, a low scream moving up her throat until it left her beautiful parted lips. He jerked the blindfold off and then grabbed her breast again. "Look at me, baby. Look at me when I make you cum."

Her bright blue eyes flicked towards him until their gazes met and a second orgasmic wave washed over her. "You're so beautiful…God I've dreamed about this moment for so long. You're so perfect…and your body is so tight. I love it. I love you." he whispered against her ear as she continued moaning and trembling.

In the back of his mind, he could still feel her hand on his cock, but when it shakingly moved down to grip the root, she screamed his name and he lost it. He pulled his hand away from her pussy and he lifted his body up until he was positioned on top of her.

Her orgasms were tapering off and she was breathing out short, shallow puffs of air that ruffled the hair that had fallen across his forehead. He moved her body until she was lying flat on her back and then he pushed her legs open. The smell of her arousal reached his nostrils and he growled before lowering his body down, smashing her small frame with his. He kissed her and she lost what little consciousness she had regained.

His hips began moving against her, his penis still trapped in his boxers, but it slid easily against her slick folds. "God honey, I want to be inside you so bad." He groaned as he continued pushing his cock along the slit of her pussy, the fabric teasing her sensitive clit and making her pant, already embarrassingly close to another orgasm.

"I want you inside me too, please Fox." She said as she lifted her arms up to his back, letting her fingers trial down his tight sweaty skin.

"Not tonight." He growled as he sped up his thrusts, noticing that she really liked it when the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit as well as when his balls pressed against her ass.

"Please cum, I want you to see your face, I want to feel you above me. Give it to me, Mulder. I need it!" she said as she began rocking her hips against him, the friction taking her breath away.

"I can't wait to fuck you full of my cum—I know you need it as much I do." He lowered his head and kissed her ear, "and I'm giving it all to you, Scully." She arched her back and her muscles locked up before her body quaked. As soon as she moaned his name, he felt his orgasm rise up as his spine locked tight, his cum soaking the inside of his boxers again. They rode out their orgasms with their lips pressed tightly together.

Afterwards, he spooned up behind her again and they fell asleep with the smell of sex looming over them.