Title: Role Play Author: AngX Rating: NC-17 Category: Smut Spoilers: Season 5 Summary: Diana Fowley takes her best shot, Mulder tries to take his. Archive: All site managers who want to archive it-- please just e-mail me at (ang1983@mindspring.com) where you have it. Feedback: Please send all comments to ang1983@mindspring.com Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully do not belong to me, they are the property of Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, FOX and all stockholders of News Corp. My deepest apologies to Barbie and her manufacturer, but all I can say is you reap what you sow. To all those Barbie look-alike porn chicks: get help. If anyone wants to sue me, keep in mind that I am over my limit on all my credit cards and my back account balance couldn't buy a meal at TGI Friday's. Good luck with your lawsuit. The girl wasn't a natural blonde; in fact there wasn't anything natural about her at all. Fake hair, fake breasts, too much makeup and an expression that might just as well have been blank for all it conveyed. She was being fucked from behind by one guy while sucking off another, the three of them displayed in a scene that could only be described as sterile. Stark lighting that illuminated every flaw along with an incoherent synthesized soundtrack made sure that there was nothing even remotely erotic about the scene. The girl was a plastic Barbie wanna-be who seemed to be doing a good job of not existing as anything but a living sex toy. He didn't notice the guys, men seldom ever do when they watch these movies. The girls were the focus and lately they all seemed to look alike. They weren't real. He didn't even feel like jerking off although that had been his intention when he put in the tape. Mulder just sat there staring, feeling as empty as the sex taking place on the screen. Whatever arousal he'd felt earlier that day had disappeared. This was not normal for him. Fox Mulder could jerk off to just about anything, almost anywhere. Yet here he was in the privacy of his own home watching Barbie get double-teamed by two big-dicked losers and he couldn't even manage a hard-on. He switched off the tape and turned off the television. Leaning back onto the couch he stared at the ceiling of his dark apartment. The tapes weren't working anymore, he thought sadly. They had served their purpose for a good long time shielding him from any real feelings or involvement. The safety he felt in his detachment from any real intimacy was no longer comforting to him; it just highlighted the loneliness that had permeated his life. Mulder was lonely, and what's worse he didn't know what to do about it. He didn't even know where to begin. He was thankful for the knock at the door and hopeful that it would be Scully with information on Gibson Praise. Mulder could always count on work to distract him from himself. However this was not to be the case tonight, something he realized as soon as he saw Diana Fowley standing at the door. He tried to hide his discomfort as she entered his apartment. Its not that he didn't want to see her, he did. He just didn't want it to start all over again. What great timing, he mused silently. She always had such great timing. It was like she could read his mind, knew what he needed, and always knew how to give it to him. In a way she wasn't much different than the porn tapes, she served the same purpose they did. However Diana was not plastic, and she always came with a price. Mulder wondered what it would be this time. Ten years ago he paid with his heart, and she handed it back to him in pieces. "I guess you were wondering when I'd come around". She said, a wry smile sneaking across her face. "Not really." "What's the matter?" Diana asked, feigning concern in her voice. "I was sure you wanted me to come over, I saw it when you looked at me today." "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit Diana, not now." Mulder said sternly, walking past her to the couch. "You're so mean, you didn't act this way at the conference. You seemed happy to see me. I was happy to see you." She responded, her voice trailing off. "I don't have any problem working together, in fact I think you're going to be a great help, but as for anything else I think we should just forget it." "Fox" "No, I'm not going to get into this with you." Mulder said, the harsh undertone in his voice surprising even him. "Its because I left isn't it?" she said softly, sitting beside him and placing her hand on his shoulder. "You know why I did it, there was no choice. They were going to split us up anyway and I wanted you to continue your work on the X-Files." "Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore." He said, his arms coming up behind his head. She watched him as he leaned back. He had changed into jeans and a grey t-shirt. She ran her hand across his chest. He didn't move, didn't respond. She moved it further down to his stomach, making small circles with her palm. No response. She continued moving lower until she reached the bulge in his jeans. She worked her fingers across it until she felt the first signs of his arousal. He was getting hard, and she was pleased with herself. Diana knew how to get to Mulder. She could make him do whatever she wanted. He couldn't control his physical reaction to her, but he knew how to control his feelings now. Mulder smiled and looked at her. He was going to show her just how he had changed. There was no affection, no words of love coming from him now. Just need. The same need he felt when he put the tape in the VCR. She leaned in to kiss him, her tongue licking his lips in a manner that suggested what was to take place. Mulder grabbed the back of her head and pressed his lips hard against hers, she winced slightly at his assault on her mouth. "What's the matter?" he said flatly. "Isn't this what you came for?" "Yeah," she whispered. "It is." Diana eyed him somewhat suspiciously. There was definitely something different about him. He wasn't the sensitive self- conscious lover she remembered a man who was easily manipulated by a woman with her talents. She practically led him around by his dick back when they were together. But not now, now he was demanding and forceful. He was taking the upper hand. Diana managed to disguise her surprise and continued playing his game. She didn't think he would do it, but he did. He pushed her head down into his lap, while he unbuttoned his pants and undid his zipper. Mulder then pulled out his cock. "You know the drill." He said, a sly smile creeping across his face. "I know the drill." She said, her shaky voice betraying her icy exterior. She wrapped her hand around him, pumping softly at first. "No, no, no, " he said teasingly. " You know how I like it." She looked up at him, her smile fading. "Faster." He demanded, and she complied, moving her hand rhythmically up and down his growing erection. He moaned softly, the arousal that had eluded him a few moments ago returning with a vengeance. "Do it," he demanded. Diana looked up at him, a look of disbelief across her face. She didn't know whether to do what he asked or just simply get the hell out there. Before she could make up her mind, she had already slumped down to the floor. She was on her knees before him, positioned between his thighs. She then wrapped her mouth around the head of his partially stiff cock and eased downward until she took him in so far that she nearly gagged. The reflex forced her to come up slightly, but Mulder's hand at the back of her head plunged her back down, urging her to continue. If he wanted to humiliate her, he was succeeding, she thought. However his forcefulness did appeal to her in some way. Diana couldn't help but feel herself getting wet as she massaged him with her lips, her tongue stroking him with long even laps. Both his hands were now entwined in her hair, holding her head in place. He watched her cheeks hollow as she drew her mouth all the way up his length, sucking him long and hard. Mulder leaned his head back and tried to lose himself in the moment. She plunged back down onto him and ran her tongue up the side his shaft, stopping to circle her tongue at the head of his dick before continuing down the other side. He'd managed not to show any overt signs of pleasure until he felt her free hand reach down and cup his balls, squeezing and massaging them until he couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. He shifted himself downward until his hips rested on the edge of the couch, giving him enough leverage so that he could thrust upward each time she plunged her mouth deeper onto him. She was working him hard now, her head bobbing over his cock, her lips smacking noisily against his hard hot flesh. Normally would be enough to bring him off, but more than a few minutes went by before he realized something...he couldn't come. Diana Fowley knew how to give a good blow job. She'd had lots of practice, and men had practically melted in her mouth at her obvious talent. Mulder was one of those men. She remembered how she reduced him to begging her for head when they were together. Each time she complied it wouldn't take long for him to come, and she remembered fondly the taste of his come in her mouth. Then it would only take a few minutes for him to recharge and then fuck her nicely. She expected the same thing tonight. She was told to distract him, and that's what she was doing. Diana didn't think she'd have any trouble keeping his mind off the case. She saw the longing in his eyes at the meeting earlier in the day and knew that she would be paying him a visit that evening. She imagined it had been a long time for him, she hadn't heard of anyone in his life since she'd left years before. Certainly not his partner. To say Dana Scully was not open to possibilities was an understatement. Diana would venture to guess that Scully was closed in every sense of the word. Poor Mulder, he couldn't even get his partner to fuck him. Hell, she thought, half the male/female FBI investigative teams had dabbled in extracurricular activities at one time or another, Mulder and she being among them. But this Scully person did not seem like the type. She was as rigid as the scientific principles to which she adhered. But not Diana Fowley, she knew the score and right now it was throbbing in her mouth. She was beginning to wonder what was taking him so long. She had expected him to explode in her mouth within a few minutes, but so far the only thing that had happened was that the muscles in her jaw were cramping. "Fuck" Mulder mumbled to himself. "What's the matter?" she asked softly, looking up at him, her mouth temporarily ceasing control over him. "Nothing." He said sternly, the frustration rising in his voice. They looked at each other briefly and Diana knew that there was obviously something wrong. It wasn't going as planned. Mulder was indeed different, there was something on his mind, something keeping him from experiencing the pleasure she was sure he so desperately wanted. It had gone beyond simply keeping him occupied now, she genuinely wanted to help him. Diana Fowley began to remember the feelings she once had for this man and for a moment wanted to do all she could to ease whatever was torturing him. If only he felt the same way. She continued stroking him as they looked at one another, keeping him from losing his erection. The look on his face was a mixture of pain and frustration. Mulder was ready to give up. The porn tape hadn't worked, and now even Diana wasn't doing it for him. Here he sat on his couch having a beautiful woman sucking his cock and he couldn't come. At first he wanted nothing better than to humiliate her, to use her the way she had used him, but now he just wanted to come. But his dick didn't seem to be cooperating with this plan of action, and not because of any residual feelings for her, he'd gotten over that a long time ago. In fact the lack of feeling was what he thought would enhance this event. It was easier for him to dissociate himself when he didn't care. Mulder was starting to fear that the lack of physical contact with actual women had taken his toll, a momentary panic swept over him at the thought when suddenly the phone rang. "Mulder, it's me" the voice said coming through the answering machine on his desk a few feet away. It was Scully. "I have some more information we need to discuss. Get back to me as soon as you can so that we can..." Her voice continued, but he had stopped listening to what she was saying. Scully's voice resonated in his mind and Diana felt his cock grow harder in her hand. Taking her cue, she placed her mouth on his cock and resumed sucking him while Scully's voice wafted through the apartment. Mulder felt a surge through his body and closed his eyes. It was Scully he was with, she was the one who was kneeling before him. It was her mouth on him, her red lips swelling around his rock hard erection. His breath grew heavier and his cock twitched in Diana's mouth. She knew he was close and she pumped him harder, her tongue flicking over him at a frenzied pace. "Oh, God, Dana..." he groaned as he emptied himself into Diana's Fowley's mouth. It took her a few seconds before she realized that he called out Agent Scully's name. She leaned back onto her ankles, wiping her mouth on his denim-covered leg. She looked up at him, his eyes were still closed and hadn't yet left that place he was in a few moments ago when all he could hear was the sound of Dana Scully's voice. "Fox", she whispered in to his ear. "You alive?" "Yeah, " he responded hoarsely. Mulder opened his eyes and half expected to see Scully. The sight of Diana Fowley brought disappointment and frustration. He didn't want Diana here, he wanted to reach down and taste himself in Scully's mouth. He wanted Scully in his bed. "I'm.....what do you want me to say?" he spoke finally "Nothing," she responded, rising to her feet. " I understand." Diana smoothed her hair back and adjusted her clothing. She turned and started walking slowly toward the front door. Mulder stood, buttoning his jeans and looking after her. He thought about stopping her, but then realized it would be better if she'd left now. "Diana....." he began apologetically. She hesitated at the sound of her name being spoken and stared at the door, her hand on the knob. "You know, you really should tell her." Diana turned the knob and opened the door. She closed it behind her and walked down the hallway, leaving Mulder behind. Mulder stood motionless in his apartment, staring at the front door. He realized then that he had lost the fight, he was no longer wrapped up in his own world experiencing vicarious pleasure. He wanted the real thing, and the real thing was Dana Scully. End.