Act VII – Blue Angel / Blue Devil

Mulder listened to Scully's request and hung up the phone quite surprised. This was probably the last thing he expected from her. He asked if she really wanted to go through with this and frankly, he was nervous about it. What if it turns out that it wasn't what she wanted and it ruined their relationship? Mulder had to admit that he was curious how it would be with her, but…

He remembered the shredded dress and undergarments on Mary Buckley's floor. He watched the brutality of Claude slicing open her dress, drinking blood from her, then pounding her as she screamed. Scully wanted him to be unhinged like that and he wasn't sure he should do it with *her*. It wasn't that he had never done this before. Mulder's Oxford girlfriend, Phoebe Greene, was a uniquely twisted woman and she had introduced him to many forms of kinky sex. He knew this was an experiment with Scully, but he was afraid he would like it too much and then where will they be?

It was obvious from her explanation that she didn't want him to torture her, but she wanted him to desire her so badly that he lost control. Mulder had spent the last 7 years *keeping* his control and now the enigmatic Dr. Scully wants him to lose it? Claude and Mary had infected them. Mulder would never admit it, but he lived vicariously through Claude as he took Mary by force. That large thrusting cock was his cock and those cries of pain and submission were because of him. It was Phoebe all over again. Damn her.

He was glad that Scully gave him permission, or he would have felt guilty for even considering it, but he wished she hadn't. The more Mulder thought about having Dana Scully submit to him, the more he wanted it. Mulder had desired her from the moment he saw her, but he switched himself off for the sake of The Quest. That's probably how they dragged this out for seven years and why Skinner had to pop him in the back of the head. Now, that he has felt and enjoyed her—he wanted more, but that dark part of himself he needed to keep away from her.

Last night was beautiful. Scully was soft, warm and willing. He got to taste her like he always dreamed and he will never forget her flavor—it was salty and sweet—like caramel. How many times throughout the years did he envision her wafting over him, like a spirit and he would lie with her? 50? 100? 1000? Most times she melted into his arms, they kissed and made love, it was just like last night, but there were the other visions where he conquered her and relished it.

His partner was a siren, but now she belonged to him. This woman asked him to take her to the dark corners of his soul and reveal to her what lay hidden there. Did she have any idea what she was asking for? Mulder had done almost everything that can be done to a willing woman and it seemed a form of sacrilege to taint her with his perversions. He will ask her to reconsider.

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Scully couldn't believe she actually said the words. She asked Mulder to take her with all the strength and power he had. She wanted to feel his raw lust in its purest form and he agreed—at first. Now he was calling back to talk her out of it. Why? Mulder didn't specifically say, but ended the conversation with 'I don't think it would be a good idea.' Huh. What about her wants and needs?

She realized that she put Mulder in a bad position by asking him to do this as compensation for his disgraceful behavior this morning. That was the only reason she was accepting his answer—it wouldn't be fair otherwise. Perhaps it was for the best. Mulder was obviously afraid of something.

The meal was going to be simple—salad, lasagna and Sara Lee cheesecake. Easy Peasy. Scully decided to concentrate on tonight rather than worrying about Mulder's rejection. It bothered her, but she did ask a very unusual request and it was early in their sexual relationship too.

Mulder came to the door at 8pm and Scully welcomed him. The man looked miserable. "Mulder? Are you ok?"

He sat down on the couch. "No, Scully, I'm not. I'm such a terrible excuse for a person. I let you down, I let everyone down…"

"Stop it, Mulder. Just forget about what I asked you a while ago. I was wrong. I shouldn't have put that pressure on you."

He barreled on. "First, I don't trust you to handle your own affairs. Then, you wanted something and I refused to give it to you. As a boyfriend, I'm shooting blanks."

"You weren't shooting blanks last night." Scully placed her hand on his. "It was special and I'm looking for a repeat tonight."

"You aren't still mad at me for the device in your purse?"

Scully shrugged. "No, I'm still mad about that. I just don't want to let the few opportunities we have to be together ruined by it. We go back to work tomorrow. There is plenty of time to be angry with you then. Come, let's eat, then you'll feel better."

Mulder ate, but his mood didn't improve. Finally, Scully couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed his hand and towed him to the couch. "Ok. Why did you refuse my request?"

He looked at her in pain. "You don't know me, Scully, and I don't want to ever hurt you. I'm not like Claude and I don't ever want to be. If I started down that road—who knows where it would lead?"

"You will *never* be like him. It isn't possible for you, Mulder. I do know you, and I love you—just as you are."

"You don't know some of the things I've done. I don't want you to find out either."

Scully saw his distress and snuggled up to him. "I don't care. We are together now, that is all that matters."

Mulder pulled her close. "I want to make sweet, gentle love to you, Scully. Can I do that?"

She smiled wide. "Come, Mulder." They went into the bedroom.

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Mulder watched as Scully took off her clothing. The first time they made love, this part was a hurried affair. This time, he wanted to see her. Scully must have sensed it because she did it slowly and watched his face. He could feel his eyes dilate and get heavy. He was already aroused. When she removed her underwear and was finally naked to him, he felt the urge to take her right then, but he bit it back. She should have never put that suggestion in his head.

"You are so beautiful." Mulder rubbed an erect nipple with his thumb and weighed her breast in his hand. "I can't believe you are mine, Scully. I can't believe I have you."

"You are mine too, Mulder. I want to see some skin." He smiled and removed his shirt. "That's a start…" She moved closer and touched his chest.

That contact helped him disrobe quickly to his shorts. Desirable Scully was making it hard to contain himself. Knowing that she wanted him to assert control, was making this hard—and making him harder. He was already dripping and drenching his boxers.

"Take them off." Scully commanded and he obeyed.

Mulder's 8-inch-long, 1 ½ inch wide cock bobbed into view. He wasn't as big as Claude, but he was damn close. It was enough to interest Phoebe and many other girls in college. Right now, the only one he wanted approval from was showing her appreciation. Her glorious naked body was so close…

"I wanted to see you—more than the glimpse I got last night." Scully's voice seemed to have dropped an octave. It was deep, throaty and immensely sexy. "My, you are a big boy! I'll have to get a closer look."

She sat on the bed and pulled him close. Her mouth was right where it needed to be. She licked and Mulder nearly fainted. He was still dripping and Scully's mouth—those sweet delicate lips were catching every drop. Mulder was quickly losing his mind. He didn't dare reach for her. The sweet, gentle love he asked for was taking a completely different turn. He was getting more and more excited. He could feel his control slipping.

"Are you afraid to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Why?" She looked up at him as she sucked his glans. Mulder forgot the question. She asked it again, after she released him with a 'pop'. Oh god.

"Scully…please…"

"That's my line." She was stroking him now. "I say, 'Please, Mulder—fuck me.' I think that is how it goes."

"I can't take much more…"

"Then *take* me, Mulder."

He did.

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Scully nearly shouted with joy when Mulder rushed her. She wanted this man's desire—and she got it. Her partner pushed her onto the bed, parted her legs and powerfully entered. Scully felt a little pain at the initial attack, but she was well lubricated from watching Mulder's slow burn. He was thrusting furiously and it felt so good to be crushed by her friend and lover and he grounded himself into her. When Mulder grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, it was unexpected. Scully realized that he had completely incapacitated her and was now taking his pleasure.

He had spread her legs wide and the difference in their heights meant that she couldn't see his face, but she could hear the sounds of his effort to complete the sex act. His strokes were powerful and he nearly exited her each time. Scully's body shuddered with the force of his thrusts and she couldn't believe how delicious it felt to give up total control and let Mulder take her how he wanted.

His breathing was coming in hard bursts and the grunts gave way to growls as she felt he was getting closer. The orgasm that had been building in her burst and Scully had no more resistance as she rode the wave. Mulder wasn't far behind and shot his liquid into her like a thunderbolt. Scully could feel it hitting her cervix and coating her insides. It was a glorious feeling, but when Mulder's breathing had returned to normal, he pulled out of her and strode out of the room. Scully was left confused and worried.

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He promised himself that he would *not* lose control—and he did. Shit. He just used his friend and partner in there after requesting that he slowly seduce her. What an ass he was. She was never going to speak to him again. He held her down! *Held her down and raped her*. He raped her.

"Mulder?" Scully walked into the room wearing his t-shirt. "What's wrong?"

"I raped you, Scully. You should stay away from me."

"You didn't rape me. I wanted that and I enjoyed it." She reached him and touched his arm gently. "It's okay."

Mulder couldn't face her. "I wanted to go slow and…I couldn't." He turned with anguish in his eyes. "I held your wrists! I put my weight on you…I forced you."

Scully wrapped her arms around him. "You took me just like I asked. There was no forcing done. Loving, normal couples have rough sex all the time. It's a way of enjoying each other, but there are lots of other ways too. If you don't want to do this—we won't, but don't refuse because you are afraid. Sometimes, I don't want to be in control and I trust you. You could never hurt me. I enjoyed giving my body over to you as it was a gift from me to my lover and it felt good. I could tell you enjoyed accepting my gift. Please don't feel guilty—I'd like to do it again sometime, but for now…come back to bed. I want to hold you." She took his hand and let him back to the room. After Scully removed his shirt, she hugged him again. "Lay down with me."

He did as she asked, but turned away from her. He was so embarrassed. This has not been a good day of self-control for him. Scully wrapped herself around his back and began kissing his shoulder. Her little hands roamed over his chest and her breasts were pressed against him. He loved her, she was so forgiving after all he had done.

"Scully…"

"Shhhh."

She continued her ministrations and he wanted her again—he was a sick bastard. Finally, he turned into her and in the dim light of the room he could see the shape of her hair, swell of her hips and he had to kiss her. Touching her face gently he met her lips and she responded eagerly. Soon he was exploring her mouth and drinking from her. She was so spicy and sweet.

Now, it was his hands roaming and exploring. Mulder ran his palm down her back and stopped right at the curve. This was his spot even before she became his lover. She had tried to wrest it away from him by covering it with that Ororborus serpent tattoo, but it was still his. He ventured on and cupped her lush bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze. When Scully moaned into his mouth, he pushed her onto her back, leaned over her and suckled on a nipple. She had her hands in his hair and her moans got louder.

Mulder made an executive decision. He wanted her, but after earlier, didn't trust himself to maintain control. He rolled over and brought her petite body with him, now she laid on his chest. "I want you, Scully—like this."

She smiled and they kissed for a while, when she was ready she scooted down his chest and rubbed herself against his erection. He almost picked her up and speared her, but she was giving him a shot at redemption and a chance to prove he wasn't a brute—he was going to take it. She positioned herself and Mulder could feel her slick opening against him. When she pushed back and allowed him inside, it was an amazing sensation. Her body was taking him in an inch at a time—quite the contrast to his fierce entry only minutes ago. When she had completely enveloped him and sat upright, she cried out.

"Oh, god, Mulder! This feels so good! I wasn't sure I could take all of you."

"I need you, Scully. Start moving G-woman."

Having sex with the woman on top is a completely different experience than the missionary position. It was explained to Mulder that because of the angle of a woman's vagina, she is more designed for the man to be on top. Some women have to lean forward to accept a man's penis, but sitting up gives a level of penetration that is quite pleasurable to the female gender. Mulder liked it too. He gets to see Scully completely. He could tell that she was having trouble straddling him. Those little legs were stretched wide over his hips.

"Take my hands." Mulder and Scully interlocked their fingers and Scully found enough stability to start rocking back and forth. *Ah, this felt like heaven*

He was also told that in this position a woman can control how much friction her clit can get. Scully was grinding herself against him and moaning louder and louder. Her eyes were closed and her breasts swung in rhythm to her movements. Mulder remembered Mary Buckley's breasts bouncing as Claude pounded her from behind and the familiar tingling started in his balls. He had to stop this. He wanted Scully to come first.

He stilled her movements and pushed her up. Confused, Scully opened her eyes. "I want you to come first." He took a practiced thumb and started rubbing. It was almost like an electric shock went through his lover and she wore a look of surprise similar to Mary's that day. Mulder still held one of her hands and her grip got tighter and tighter.

"Oh, Mulder! Don't stop!"

Rubbing firmly, but gently, he continued to work until he felt it. Strangely, the other two times they made love, he hadn't noticed it, but when Scully came amidst screams and cries of relief, her vagina spasmed, just like his cock does when he comes. It tightened and pulsed on him and he found himself losing his tenuous control as a slick warmth coated his member. She just came on him! The thin thread snapped.

"I need you, Scully! I need to have you now."

Mulder grabbed her hips and pushed farther up into her, she moaned louder as he moved her up and down while thrusting into her, so it didn't take long until the tingling started again and this time, he let it build. When he finally erupted and sprayed her insides with his essence, he was nearly howling. This was one of the most satisfying orgasms he has ever had. Scully fell across his chest and Mulder pulled the sheets over their cooling bodies.

"We are going to stay right here for eternity. I hope Wing Yee delivers direct to the bedroom."

She smiled into his chest and kissed it. "I can't believe we waited this long to do this. You are a fantastic lover, Mulder."

"All part of the service package. At least there are some benefits to your screw up partner—huh?"

"You aren't forgiven for the tracking device—*yet*."

Mulder chuckled. "I'm looking forward to paying my dues."

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The two agents slept peacefully until the buttery light streamed through the window in the morning. However, it wasn't dawn that woke them, it was a ringing phone. Scully growled as she padded to the offending object. It was 5am and they weren't due in the office for 3 hours.

"Hello?"

"Agent Scully?"

It was Skinner. "Yes, sir. Is something wrong?"

"Do you know where Agent Mulder is?"

The fact that he was using her title instead of 'Dana' meant this was business and she had better be careful. "Yes, I know where he is." She left it there hoping that Skinner got the point. He did.

"Good. Contact him. I need you both down at the Bureau ASAP. We have…a problem."

"What is it, sir?"

"I think it is best if we discuss that down here, but it has something to do with Bermuda."

Scully blanched. Their alteration of the timeline must have had more unintended consequences. "We'll be right there, sir." She hung up and went to get her partner.

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When they arrived at the Hoover Bldg., the guard told them to go straight to Skinner's office. Kimberly announced them and they were ushered into the presence of the Assistant Director of the FBI. Skinner was back to his starched white shirt, pressed dress pants and high shine shoes. The casual look from Bermuda was gone.

"Have a seat, Agents." He adjusted his wirerim glasses. "A few hours ago, I received a call from a Scotland Yard post on the island of Bermuda. Apparently, some fishermen picked up the lone survivor of what was a destroyed ship near the same coordinates of the previous disappearance of the Queen Anne. While that isn't strange in itself, who they found was." Skinner clicked on a monitor and a tape started playing. Both agents gasped at the image.

There was a man sitting in an interrogation room with several officers standing around. One spoke. "Please state your name and title for the record."

"My name is Special Agent Fox Mulder."