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Agent Dana Scully was worried. Mulder was missing. She had been finishing an autopsy on their current case before returning to their hotel. There she found Mulder's door open, signs of a struggle, but no Mulder. It had to be connected to their current case, and that terrified her for Mulder's sake.
They were in Detroit, Michigan. The case they had been called in on was originally just a series of strange abductions. There had been eight abductions of attractive, healthy adults of both genders and varying physical descriptions. The only apparent link between the victims was that all came from the same geographical area. Three of the victims upon return had claimed to have been raped repeatedly. The other five victims said that they had just needed time alone and refused to file any charges or explain their whereabouts to police or the families that had reported them missing. Repeated questioning had lead to the admission that they were indeed kidnapped but refused to press any charges. The police had been unable to turn up any leads in the case and had it filed as unsolved. Until the bodies were found.
The last two abductions hadn't lead to the victim being found alive. The autopsy report on the two victims showed that they had died of massive coronary arrest. They had been young, healthy individuals with no prior history of problems. The M.E. couldn't find any reason for the arrests except the presence in the blood stream of huge amounts of pheromones containing human DNA. Analysis of the blood from the three victims alleging rape, also showed the presence of similar pheromones, but in a differing composition. That is when Mulder and Scully had become involved. The link with the case they had investigated about the Kindred was too much for coincidence.
Analysis of the pheromones had lead Mulder and Scully to the belief that the Kindred had not returned. The chemical composition clearly indicated that this was a synthetic drug based on the pheromones from the previous case. Their investigation had lead them to the lab where the first samples had been analyzed. All the data on the original samples had been stolen from the lab. The theft appeared to have been an inside job. When the case had gone from unexplained phenomena to one of designer drugs, Mulder had been less interested. He had pushed to turn it over to the locals, but Scully had insisted that they complete it due to the deaths involved. Scully wished she had listened to him this time.
Mulder had theorized that the kidnap victims were being used to test batches of the drug they were synthesizing. The original eight had been the lucky ones. The last batches were obviously fatal.
She was poring over their notes. Somewhere in them had to be what Mulder had found that had lead to his becoming the next victim. He had been following leads on a group of ex-employees of the lab that had all been involved in the analysis of the original samples. He had gotten to close and someone had removed him from the case. Scully only hoped that he also wasn't to be one of their test subjects.
Mulder slowly came up from the darkness that surrounded him. He tried to turn his over, but found he was tied down. He seemed to be lying some sort of table. Both arms were held away from his body and secured. His knees were slightly bent, legs spread open and tied down, holding him in a spread eagle position on his back. He was warm, but completely naked.
The room was filled with a soft glow. He realized that he could see shapes, but no distinct outlines, everything was fuzzy, as if his eyes were filled with fog. He heard a noise and turned his head to view five people, two men and three women, by what he could make of their shapes.
"Agent Mulder, don't strain your eyes. They've had full cornea lenses placed over them to keep you from seeing our faces. We are going to show you the results of our research, but you won't be harmed and we will try not to do anything you find repugnant." He heard in a whispered voice from one of the men.
"What are you going to do?" Mulder asked. He was feeling very strange. The air seemed to be caressing him, the soft sounds uttered by the man seemed to have stroked him. All his senses seemed amplified and it all was being experienced as pleasure.
"You've already been prepared while you were unconscious. We wished to spare you the unpleasantness that that procedure entailed," whispered the voice. "Also, we did a few tests, to assure your health and ours. Then you were placed in here and given the drug. I believe you know what will come next, Mr. Mulder."
"Awfully polite for a bunch of rapists." Mulder answered back in a low tone. Speaking loud seemed as if it would be painful and the quiet tones of music seemed to set a mood for whispers.
"We aren't going to rape you, Mr. Mulder. We are going to pleasure you in ways you've only fantasized about. You are safe with us. We have all been tested clean of STD's and during your time out, so were you. As an added precaution, and to deny the authorities genetic material for testing later, we will use condoms. Nothing will occur that is painful or forced. If you say stop to something, we will stop. You will be asked before we take you to a higher level of experience, and only if you consent, will we proceed."
"If I asked now to be let free, would you do that?
"That is one thing we can not do. Once we gave you the drug, we had to keep you here, and your own senses will demand that something occur. Haven't you felt the air playing on your skin, caressing you? Already it's beginning. You're partially erect now."
Mulder realized that the speaker was right. He was getting hard, and the sibilant whisperings around him just seemed to excite him more. "All right, what do you wish to do?" He sighed in submission to the excitement running through him.
"Pleasure you, Mr. Mulder, just pleasure you." A female whisper said, just as he felt hands start to caress his chest.
He felt hands caress him all over, just as one of the women leaned over and claimed his mouth. The sensation of her kiss was electric. Mulder felt as though fire was coursing down his entire spine. More hands were caressing his sides and someone was stroking his genitals.
Mulder was being stroked and kissed to a frenzy. It seemed like he had never felt touches like that in all his life.
"May I taste you?" A red headed female form whispered in his ear. He groaned his acceptance from around the mouth devouring him. He felt kisses rained on his skin from his nipples on down. Then a tongue ran along his penis from base to glans, just before sucking him in. He thought he would explode as her tongue probed his intricacies.
As her mouth continued to caress Mulder's penis, he felt another slowly travel down his body to join those at his genitals. The first continued to caress Mulder's penis and balls, while the second nibbled at his balls. He felt hands slowly join them and squeeze each of his balls gently in turn. Then the nibbling lips proceeded to nuzzle the area around his anus, as the first set continued their caressing of his cock. Mulder's body seemed on automatic and he strained against the restraints, trying to set his own rhythm to the action.
"No, Mr. Mulder. The straps are padded, but you'll chaff if you continue to rub against them." A different female voice sounded in his ear. Mulder tried to hold still, but his body demanded motion.
The stimulus of the mouth and hands had Mulder on the verge of orgasm, then he felt a new sensation. A lubricated finger slowly entered his anus and gently pressed forward. The combination of the finger's pressure on his prostate and the action on his penis was all he could stand, and he broke into wave after wave of searing orgasm, aware of all those around him, under him, in him, driving him nearly insane with pleasure. He collapsed from that bright explosion into welcoming darkness.
Mulder awakened to the feeling of hands slowly massaging his chest.
"Back amongst us, Mr. Mulder? Good, we would hate you to sleep and miss the party." A male voice differing from the leader whispered. The sound came from the form that possessed the hands caressing Mulder's chest.
"How am I to keep you all straight?" Mulder asked.
The form laughed lightly. "You may call me Trey, but never straight, Mr. Mulder, I'm gay. The leader of this group, we call Alpha, and he's bi-sexual. Dua, was the red head that tasted you and she's also bi. Quatra is dark haired, and lesbian, so she'll just mainly sit this session out with you. The last of our group, you may call Cinca, and she's blonde and hetero. Not all of us pleasure our subjects, but we still have a very enjoyable time."
Mulder became aware of the sounds around him. Glancing off to his right, he was able to make out the forms of writhing people.
"Since you decided to rest, the others went on without you." Trey laughed.
"Nice to know I'm not holding up the party." Mulder replied, enjoying the feeling running from Trey's hands. One had slowly teased his nipples while the other began to fondle his slowly erecting penis, causing Mulder to thrust upward against his restraints again.
"Like that, Mr. Mulder? Part of you seems to." Trey laughed again. "I have to apologize to you for not asking your permission earlier. Our little game just seemed so right and your anus called to me to pleasure it. I hope I caused you no discomfort and you'll let me continue in your pleasure."
Mulder took a breathe and thought a moment, which was difficult with the level of sensation coursing through his nerves. "No, it was different, but not painful. What are you going to do next?"
Just then a blonde head appeared near his massager's shoulders. "Hmm. . . Trey, he seems about ready. How about my taking a turn, Mr. Mulder. I'd want to feel you deep inside of me."
"Aww, Cinca, I wanted to play with him some more." Trey said poutily, but still with a laugh.
"Only if Mr. Mulder let's you, Trey. This time you ask." Cinca said as she reached to fondle Mulder's penis. Slowly her head came down to kiss Mulder's lips, sliding then to caress along his jaw and down to the hollow of his throat. Mulder bucked against the hands enclosing him.
Mulder was quickly losing his ability to think, becoming lost in the waves of pleasure. He felt a slightly scratchy cheek rub next to his just before another set of lips caressed his left ear. "Please, Mr. Mulder?" he heard breathed heavily. He moaned his consent, conscious thought almost non-existent, as at that moment he felt the hands slowly roll a
condom down his erection.
The next sensation was of his penis being enveloped in heat as Cinca slowly lowered herself on him. She placed her hands on his chest and gently caressed him while moving her hips in a circular fashion that sent thrills coursing up his spine. He thrust upwards trying to get deeper into her core.
Mulder felt Trey kiss his way down his body and Trey's lips once again caress his balls while his anus was teased once more by fingers. The sensations of pleasure were almost enough to cause him to blackout again, they seemed so intense.
Cinca set a slow rocking pace, sliding herself up and down on Mulder's penis, as Trey's talented fingers kept the same pace sliding in and out of his anus. With Cinca's every downstroke, Trey would brush that magic spot inside Mulder. Cinca's pace accelerated and she leaned down to take Mulder's mouth with her own, her tongue teasing his slightly from behind her lips. "Trey wants you too, Mr. Mulder." She breathed into his open mouth. "If anything he does causes you discomfort, tell us and we'll stop. Just relax and enjoy what we can all do for you."
The sensations running through him with such intensity, Mulder consented. The fingers left him and Mulder moaned their absence, but soon felt the pressure against his anus return. Slowly, Trey's condom ensheathed penis penetrated his rectum, sliding easily into him, and filling him with pleasure to the core. Mulder had never experienced such a feeling of completeness.
Trey and Cinca now coordinated their strokes, working together as one living organism, causing him to match their pace. Mulder felt as if he was the connection in a circuit of living pleasure that was set to overload. Trey increased the pace and Cinca followed, soon shuddering as she reached her own climax. Trey followed and the sensation of both of their orgasms sent Mulder once more over the brink.
Mulder came back to a slight sense of self still fully erect and encased in the woman that had collapsed along the length of him. He had a feeling of emptiness and realized that Trey had withdrawn. His mind was full of swirling sensations, but the overwhelming one was of the need for touch and motion. He heard a whining sound and his rational mind took a while to know it was coming from him.
"What is the matter, Mr. Mulder?" He heard asked in his ear, but couldn't gather enough presence of mind to place a name with the whisper and form.
"Please. . . I. . . ugh. . . free, need to move. . . need free. . ." he managed to pant, as he strained against the restraints, trying to work himself deeper into his female partner.
He whimpered as Cinca climbed off of him, leaving him feeling bereft. Then he felt hands at the restraints and himself lifted from the table and placed on the soft mats surrounding it. After that, Mulder's memories of events were solely of never ending nirvana. He would never recall who he was pleasuring or being pleasured by, but he knew he took a more active roll in the activity. His last recall of that time would be of himself shaking with exhaustion and the welcoming return of darkness.
Scully entered the building with her gun held in a defensive position. She had called for backup, but knew that it would be a few moments before it arrived. The voice had said to come alone if she wanted to retrieve Mulder, but ultimately her and Mulder's safety rested in following procedure.
The room inside was lit softly. Mulder lay on a cot just inside the door, seemingly unconscious. If he was in the same state as all the other 'victims' of this group, he would stay that way for hours. He was clothed in a T-shirt and sweat pants. By his wet hair, Scully assumed he'd been washed as had all the others, to destroy any trace evidence that could lead to identifying his abductors.
On examination of the room, she could find no trace of any one's presence. She crossed the room to check on Mulder. That is when she saw the button and the small note that read "Push me for information." Warily, she pushed it.
An electronic voice sounded. "Hello Agent Scully. We have brought you here to return Agent Mulder. We've enjoyed our time together, but all good things must come to an end. We regret that our experiment caused harm to those people, but that was the abuse of a rogue in our organization, not those of us whose only wished to increase pleasure.
As you've no doubt deduced, we were funded by certain powers within the government originally. Soon we realized that all they wished for was another weapon to kill with. We denied it to them and removed our research. We thought we had been successful in destroying the weapon potential of our discovery, until we learned that one of our members was still working for our late masters. He had developed the killing version of the pheromone based drug, and was using local people to test it on. The subjects originally taken by us came to no harm, as Agent Mulder has not. We provided only pleasure for them and us.
After we discovered how close he was, we had no choice but to delay him and you in this fashion while we cleaned our own house, as it were. The rogue has been dealt with and now we shall destroy his place of research as well. When you entered this building you set off a timing device on the explosives planted within. As of the playing of this message, you have two minutes to remove yourself and Agent Mulder to safety. Good-bye, Agent Scully. You will not hear from us again. We will disappear into the mist, and regret only the harm unwittingly caused."
Scully looked up alarmed as the end of the message played out. How was she to get an unconscious Mulder outside? She shook him hard, trying to rouse him. She was rewarded with a low groan.
"Come on Mulder! Wake up!" She received another groan, and Mulder shook his head. Scully grabbed his shoulders and hoisted him to a sitting position on the side of the cot. "If you don't get up Mulder, I'm going to leave you here!" She said as she levered his feet off the side of the cot. Leaning back she pulled and was rewarded by Mulder in a half standing position. She slipped under his arms and supported his weight against her. Mulder seemed like he was in a sleep walking state, but at least he wasn't about to fall over. She stumbled with him slowly towards the door.
Just as they reached the outer doors of the building, a squad car pulled screaming into the alley. One of the officers jumped out, weapon drawn, and ran towards the pair.
"Get everyone clear! The place is about to explode!" Scully yelled, just as the first of the planted charges detonated. The officer, Mulder, and Scully were thrown onto the parked vehicle.
Mulder gradually came back from the fog he seemed to be wrapped in. Slowly he looked around. What he saw, let him know he was once again in a hospital bed. He wondered what he'd done now, and slowly, as if from a remembered dream, he recalled what had happened. He curled up on his side away from the door and shook.
Scully knocked lightly and peeked into the room. Her cheek was bruised, there was a bandage on her forehead, and her left wrist was wrapped tightly. What she saw, had her to the side of the bed in an instant. "Mulder?" She asked questioningly, while reaching out to place a hand tentatively on his shaking shoulder. He flinched away from her touch. "Mulder, it's alright. Your safe now." She said in a reassuring tone. Mulder just wrapped tighter into a ball. Scully sat on the bed and gathered him into an embrace.
Mulder felt her arms go around him. He kept trying to tell himself that it was all a dream, but the slight ache in his muscles and anal region, let him know it was all too real.
Scully reached over to hit the nurse call button. When the nurse entered, Mulder heard her ask for something, but his racing mind didn't register what until he felt the prick of the needle in his skin.
The rest he knew for some time was darkness.
Mulder had left the hospital without being discharged. Scully knew how upset he was by the whole experience. He had been withdrawn since she had found him. Turning away from her whenever she had tried to talk to him. Physically he was fine, there was no evidence that the drug had affected him in anyway. The testing methods of the group even made STD transmission extremely low.
She had been to Mulder's hotel room, hoping that he was there. He had been there but gone. All his clothes and personal items were missing except his suits. He had taken everything but them. She had called the airlines but he hadn't taken a flight out. She then called the car rental agencies and found that he had rented a car.
The woman at the rental agency had remembered that he had taken some of the brochures for the tourist sites kept near the counter. Dana had called them all and found the only one open this early before the 'tourist' season.
Dana arrived at the cabin just after sundown. The cabin was dark and appeared uninhabited. Dana went to the door and opened it.
"Mulder, are you here?" She called out.
"Scully? Go back, leave me alone." She heard in reply.
Mulder was sitting huddled in a blanket on a cot near the fireplace. He didn't look at her as she entered. "What are you doing sitting without a fire going?" She asked, deciding to just act as if she always found him that way. He made no response, just hunched deeper into the blanket.
Dana went back out to the car and retrieved the bags she had brought. She had determined that they would talk about this and she wasn't leaving until they did. She had no intention of leaving without him either.
Dana left Mulder alone and busied herself with starting a fire and storing the food she had brought up. She then made tea and placed a mug near Mulder. All this time he had remained silent and refused to look at her.
"Mulder," she said touching his shoulder. He flinched away from her touch. "Mulder. I'm here for you. Talk to me." She watched as he seemed to get even deeper into the blanket, his eyes now tightly shut. She sat near him and drew him close. His whole body tensed as if for flight and then just as suddenly went limp. She hugged him closer and then heard the change in his breathing. He was sobbing. She stroked his back through the blanket, making the soothing sounds the way a parent does for a crying child. When the sobs stopped, his breathing evened out and she thought him asleep till he spoke.
"I'm scared Scully."
"It's alright, I'm here. I won't let you go."
"They knew what to do. I've never experienced pleasure like that before. How do I know that I always didn't want that to happen? That's what scares me. That's why I came up here to think. I had to get away."
"Mulder you were sexually assaulted. You need to seek help with it. It's not going to go away overnight."
"It's not like that Scully. I enjoyed the sex. I experienced one orgasm after another. They tied me up and then pleasured me, not violated me. I remember them asking before they would do something, but it felt so good, I just kept saying yes. That isn't rape Scully. I consented to what they did."
"You were drugged out of your mind, Mulder. If it had felt good, you would have said yes to being disemboweled."
"They didn't want to hurt me Scully, just show me what the drug could do. What they wanted to accomplish. What they had accomplished until that one of their group started to kill. They punished him you know?"
"Yes, Mulder, I know. We found his body in the rubble. They killed him."
"They gave him his own drug, Scully. He died like his victims in the throes of passion."
"We haven't found them."
"I don't think we will, Scully. They're research was sanctioned by someone high up. The cover-up on this is too complete. No loose ends. They have the remains of the lab, the body, even the original data tying it all together. The report will say that he was acting alone. My memories and those of the others, are being attributed to drug hallucinations. I was cleaned and bathed so that there wasn't any evidence of how many were involved. I've no proof that it wasn't just one madman acting alone."
"Mulder, what's scaring you if it wasn't the assault?"
"Am I gay, Scully? Or bisexual? I enjoyed the homosexual experiences just as much as the straight sex. Is that what's been hiding in me? Or was it the only the liberating aspects of the drug? I don't know Scully, I don't know."
Scully felt him start to pull away from her and his muscles tighten. "Mulder, do you want to repeat what they did?" She asked, taking his face in her hands and turning it towards her.
"No. I can't say that I have sexual desires towards any man I can think of, not even Frohike." He said with wry grin. He then looked up and met her eyes.
Relief swept through Dana. It would take awhile, but if Mulder was making jokes, he was going to be all right. She hugged him, and this time he hugged her back.
Dana looked up into his face to see his eyes watching her. Locked in that glance she leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth. Mulder's eyes widened at the contact, but then closed as he kissed back with growing intensity. A voice in the back of Dana's mind was wondering what she was doing. She told herself that it was just the relief that he was okay, but the other part chided her, knowing that this was just giving in to what she had wanted to do for such a long time.
Mulder reluctantly pulled away from her. "If we keep that up, one of us might get the wrong idea Scully."
"Or the right one." she said, reaching out to stroke his face.
"Dana," he said taking her face in his hands. "We can't cross that line. I need you, your my friend, my partner, my other half. But if we become more, will we keep that? The Bureau does more than frown on this. They would separate us, and I can't bear to loose you. I need you too much." His voice broke at the end, and Dana could see in his face the honesty of his feelings.
"When I thought that you'd end up like the last victims, I promised myself that if you returned safe, you'd know how I felt. I love you Fox Mulder. You can't lose me. I think you wouldn't like to try. I can be quite tenacious." She took and brought one of his hands to her mouth, and slowly kissed his palm.
"Dana. . . I. . . after they took you, when I thought you were dying, I tried to tell you then, but couldn't, couldn't admit it, not even to myself. I. . . Dana. . . I love you too." He haltingly admitted, staring all the time at her mouth, not meeting her eyes. When he looked at her, his eyes were full of questions.
"Are you sure?"
"I love you, Fox Mulder," she said. "And I want you." She replied, her voice husky with desire. "Make love to me." She knew that there would be no going back after this, no pretending that they were just friends. This would change their relationship forever, complicating everything, but she joyfully embraced the change.
Mulder exhaled as though she had hit him in the diaphragm. He took into his arms, kissing her lightly.
Slowly, hesitatingly, they started to caress and undress each other. Then passion overwhelmed them and the longing that had been building for so long wiped out all other considerations.
Dana lifted his shirt up off his chest and over his head. She kissed the hollow of his throat, trailed her lips down his chest. With a sharp intake of breath, Fox pulled her up and kissed her hard, his fingers wound in her copper hair. His fingers trailed down her back and then traveled to where they could grip the buttons of her shirt. Slowly he undid them and slipped his hands inside it, pushing it away and brushing against her breasts. Dana was glad that she had not worn a bra that day. He slipped her shirt off of her shoulders and holding her against him, bent to take her breasts into his mouth, one at time, his tongue playing and sucking her nipples into diamond hard points. She moaned and rubbed hard against him.
His mouth sought hers again, and he thrust his tongue against hers as his hands slowly undid her jeans, slid them down, and slipped inside her panties, his fingers entering her warm, moist interior. He stroked her and probed her deeply, feeling her gasp against his mouth. Dana slowly sucked in his bottom lip and bit down upon it gently. Then she reached out, undid his jeans and slid both hands inside, grasping him. Gently she reached under and cupped his testicles. He sucked in a breath as she pushed his jeans and briefs off his hips and took him in both her hands.
"I want you inside of me," she breathed into his mouth as she lay back on the cot and pulled him down on top of her.
Fox knew he would not last long, as his long denied passions for her destroyed any remnant of control. He nearly tore her panties off, then kicking himself free of his remaining clothes and parting her legs with his knee, he entered her with a one deep thrust. Arching up against him, she wound her arm and legs around him. With a passion he had always suspected of her, but never let himself speculate on, she met him thrust for thrust. They came almost together, her wild cry freeing his own release. Gasping, he fell forward against her, trying to take his weight upon his arms. As he lifted up to withdraw, she tightened her legs around him and whimpered.
"No, stay." She whispered. He looked down and kissed her softly, then gathered her close and rolled to the side, still encased within her. He started to speak, but she gently touched his lips, shook her head and kissed him.
They lay there like that, kissing, rocking softly together, stroking each other gently, until she felt him hardening inside her again. Then smiling, Dana rolled atop him, riding him slowly. He cupped his hands around her and followed her rhythm with his body. They climbed together, and he held back to wait for her, exulting in the feel of her stroking him. She shuddered and arched backwards, tossing her head wildly, while her hair cascaded around her face. He heard her cry out, felt her flutter around him, and let himself jump over the peak, exploding within her.
They collapsed side by side on the cot, separating gently, stroking and cuddling all the while. They stayed that way for a time, relaxing and whispering 'I love yous' into each others mouths, as though breathing love into one another with them. Fox caressed her throat, cheeks and forehead with his mouth, kissed her eyes and ears.
"This is definitely not by the book, Agent Scully," he finally sighed.
"I suppose that depends on what books you read," she replied, giggling.
Surprised by her response, he raised himself to his elbow, looked at her, then grinned. "Well, you know what kind of movies I watch." He laughed. He stroked her gently, reveling in the feel of the softness of her skin, the feel of her there in his arms.
"So, what are we going to do, now? Skinner will live up to his name if he finds out about this." He wondered.
Dana sighed, "Worry about tomorrow, then, right now sleep." With that she snuggled up tight against his chest and relaxed. Stroking her, he reached down to pull the comforter around them both, rested his head in her hair, breathing her smell deeply into his lungs, and closing his eyes, he surrendered to the comforting darkness. For the first time in so long, it was a friendly place for he knew he would never be alone in it again.
