TITLE:		RUSHIN' ROULETTE
AUTHOR:		Fiji
EMAIL:		findingfiji@yahoo.com
FEEDBACK:	Please please please!!
RATING:		Extremely NC-17
CLASSIFICATION:	VR MSR
SPOILERS:	Absolutely none...not even a
		plot to speak of.
KEYWORDS:	MSR
SUMMARY:	Scully is introduced to
		Mulder's infamous
		Video collection.
NOTES:		This piece is extremely
		graphic...please
		Don't read it if you might
		be offended or
		your underage.  It really is
		a dirty little
		thing...
		Also, in this piece you have
		to assume M&S have just
		began exploring their
		sexual relationship with
		each other.


"Mulder!"  My voice comes out squeaky and full
of tension.  I try to relax against his warm
body, but every muscle I have fights me.  I
can't believe, I'm ashamed to believe, the
effect this is having on me.

He, however, seems to be enjoying every moment
of my turmoil.  Mulder alternates between
watching the flickering lights across the
living room and my reactions to them.  He
seems to be settling on keeping his gaze
focused on me.  I try to hide the way all of
this is affecting me, but I know that somehow,
he is already privy to that knowledge.  I can
see it glimmering in his eyes.

"Mulder!"  I plea again, my voice wavering a
little.

"Yes?"  His voice is deep, low, and husky.

"I'm uncomfortable."  He shifts positions on
the couch in order to give me more room.

"Better?"  He asks.

"That's not what I meant."  I don't get a
chance to explain what I mean, because the
woman on the scream is bursting into a
tumultuous orgasm.  I feel myself flush from
head to toe as she screams out a string of
shockingly intimate words and phrases.

"Just try and relax, Scully."  He traces lazy
circles on my stomach as he speaks.  "I'm
really enjoying watching this with you.  I
love the way you wiggle closer to me whenever
a man thrusts himself into his lover, the way
you blush when two of the actresses caress
each other, and the way your eyes grow so wide
when they show an extreme close up.  Scully,
you may never admit to me how much this is
affecting you, but I've gotta let you know,
it's driving me wild."

I am speechless.  I didn't realize my
reactions are so obvious.  Besides that, his
fingers on my stomach are beginning to get
more demanding.  I feel myself shiver in
response.

"Mulder!"  I beg one last time, hoping that
for some reason (any reason), he will stop.
I'm afraid of what will happen, what I will
reveal if we continue with this game.

I've only watched a pornographic movie once
before.  It was after I'd been working on the
X-Files for about two years.  We had gone to
visit The Lone Gunmen to consult with them
about a case.  Frohike must have been in a
particularly 'ornery mood, because he was
teasing Mulder about his favorite movie,
"Rushin' Roulette".

I was curious.  Curious what it is that keeps
my partner trapped home late on a Saturday
night with nothing but his hand and a bottle
of lubricant.

Too embarrassed to search for the video in
person, I ordered it online.  It took me a
solid month to get up the nerve to view the
show.  Finally, in a fit of lonely
frustration, I watched it on a Saturday night,
alone in my room with a bottle of wine.

I was shocked, stunned, and speechless.

By midnight, half of the wine was gone, the
movie was over, and I had had three orgasms.
Three!  A woman who almost never masturbated
had performed the act to its completion not
once, not twice, but three times in one
evening!  I still can't believe the effect it
had on me.

My clinical nature argued that it was a
hormonal reaction to an excessive amount of
stimuli.  Given the inebriated state I was in,
any human would have had the same experience.
The more I examined it, the more I realized I
should have expected that reaction.  After
all, it had been a long time since I had
granted myself any kind of sexual release.

However the tiny voice in the back of my mind
had spoken up before I was able to convince
myself of the scientific nature of my
pleasure.  "Give it up, Dana.  You're horny,
and it drives you wild to think that
Mulder watches the same thing and gets off on
it too."

The tiny voice was right.

And now I find myself, trapped in Mulder's
arms, watching the same movie.  I have to get
out of here before I tell him exactly how this
is affecting me.  Or I have an embarrassing
evening of hedonism and tres orgasmos.

"Scully, I see that look on your face. You're
looking for a way out.  Well, you're not going
to find one this time.  I'm enjoying this too
much."  He tightens his arms around me as if
to exemplify his remark.

He's looking at me tentatively, trying to make
a decision.  I realize he's found his answer
when he ducks his head down and begins
nibbling on my earlobe.  Tenderly at first,
then harder and with more passion.

I moan and submit to the erotic feeling.  I
let my eyes fall onto the television screen.

It's then that I panic.

Mulder is copying all of the actions of the
couple in the movie.  As his hands move to
grope my breasts I try to remember exactly
what these actors do.  My memory draws a
blank.

I watch in awe as my fate unfolds before me on
the screen.  Mulder lags a couple of frames
behind, allowing the anticipation of what he
is about to do affect me as much as him
actually doing it.  I can barely hear my own
voice moaning, as I watch the girl on the
television toss her head back and forth in
pleasure.

Then I see it.

The man on the television has pulled out a
huge silver vibrator.  My first thoughts are
those of shock at the size, and then quickly
turn to fear.  What if Mulder is still
planning on mimicking this man?  I turn my
head just in time to see him pulling out an
identical silver rod.

"Mulder, no."

I try to back away, but he's still holding me
tight.  Electronic devices have always made me
feel a little wary.  I do have one at the
bottom of my sock drawer, but it doesn't get
used much.  Trusting a man to use one of these
tools on me is something I've never been able
to submit to.

However, the insistent look on Mulder's face
tells me I have no choice.

Correction:  I can back out any time as long
as I'm not just chickening out.  If I really
don't want this, I know I can stop him with a
simple word.  But he knows the truth, and I
can't lie to him.  I'm afraid, but every
emotion I have is rapidly morphing into
desire.

Mulder gently touches my face to direct my
attention back towards the television.  He
wants me to anticipate, to long for, to desire
what is coming next.

I feel the shaft gently probing at my opening,
and I gasp as it slides against my wetness.  I
hadn't realized how aroused I actually am.

He gently slides it in and out, allowing me to
relax, and accustom myself to the size.  He
only inserts it completely once, before
drawing it back out.  Confused, I open my
eyes, which had drifted shut in pleasure.

The man on the screen has the vibrator held a
few inches from his lover's face, and she
reaches out and draws her tongue lazily up its
length, tasting herself.  I am filled with
more conflicting emotions then I know what to
do with.

Mulder offers the rod to me. I can tell by the
way he's sitting, by the way he's holding it,
that it is perfectly all right if I don't do
this.  It is my choice.

I'm still pondering my options when Mulder,
sensing my distress, decides to make the first
move.  He shifts me slightly so that I can see
his face clearly, and brings the shaft up to
his mouth.  In a gesture that is purely
erotic, he draws his pink tongue once up a
silver side.

I take a deep breath.  Not to be outdone by
the actress or Mulder, I touch my tongue to
the cool metal.

It tastes deep, rich, and heady.

I'm shocked at myself as I continue to lap up
the rest of my juices.  For good measure, I
even pull the tip of the shaft into my mouth
and suck at the end.  Mulder groans deeply in
response, his arousal pressing firmly into me.

He takes possession of the toy once more, and
begins tracing lazy circles with it around my
center.  I arch my back from wanting him, and
he finally delivers.  He gently thrusts the
silver stick in and out, careful not to push
me too far.  As I relax, he drives harder and
faster.  The vibrator is yet to vibrate, and I
wonder anxiously if the switch will ever be
turned on.

His eyes are on fire with passion, and I wish
there was away I could watch both him and the
television at the same time.

I hear the woman in the movie reach her
climax, and I know he'll push me over the edge
soon.   Then he does it.   He flips the switch
and I literally scream in pleasure.  The
intense shock sends me barreling over the
point of no return.  I'm positive the
expletives that I am howling are every bit as
colorful as my actress predecessor.

When I return to earth I can feel him smiling
at me before I open my eyes and see it.  He
feels gentle, tender, and loving.  Any
embarrassment that I had felt over admitting
to my arousal has quickly dissipated.  Now, I
am anxious to return the favor.

My eyes dart in the direction of the
television, and I am greeted with the sight of
two buxom blondes performing felatio on a
rather well endowed man.

I can do that.

Without hesitation or foreplay I reach for
Mulder's boxer shorts in an attempt to relieve
him from any constraints.  His face doesn't
even have the time to register the shock
before his last article of clothing is pooled
at his feet.

Quickly understanding that I am following
suit, and pantomiming the television just as
he had, he starts to protest.  "Scully you
don't have to---SHIT!"

I almost choke as he curses loudly at no one
in particular.  I don't want to listen to his
wasted efforts at being chivalrous.  I know he
wants this, I want to give it, and I am
already falling behind if I am supposed to
keep up to the double-headed duo on the
screen.  However, his impassioned expletives
are unexpected, and I have to fight the urge
to laugh.

My eyes are shut as my head bobs up and down
over the length of him.  I can feel his thighs
tense and relax over and over in quick
succession.  I'm positive I must be fulfilling
a fantasy of his.  I am concentrating on
pleasuring only him, satisfying his body only,
while he watches a man from his famed video
collection enjoy the same fate.  He moans
loudly as if to verify my conjecture.

I know him so well.

His hips are beginning to buck and I have to
concentrate to relax my gag reflex.  A quick
glance at the television shows me that the
actor has just reached his climax.  I watch,
momentarily shocked, as the girls don't
swallow his semen as I expected.  Instead,
they hold their mouths open wide at the end of
his cock, and make their best effort to lap it
up in the air, causing most of it to land on
their faces.

The thought of this bewilders me.  It always
seemed an intimate act to perform oral sex,
even more personal to swallow the secretions,
but to let them spray all over you?  I'm not
sure where the pleasure is in that.  Yet, the
actor seems to be enjoying it, so I'll try it
just this once.  But I swear if Mulder laughs
at me I'll never forgive him.

I can tell his orgasm is approaching, so I
reach down and stroke him with my hand.  My
mouth hangs open, waiting at the head, my
tongue flicking out quickly to encourage him.

At the sight of this, he is pushed over the
edge.  His white, sticky semen is spurting
out, and it is taking every effort I have to
even catch a little on my tongue.  I can feel
some land in droplets on my cheeks, my chin,
my lips, and even my nose.  I am momentarily
embarrassed; mortified that I look foolish.

Then I look up in his face.

Even though he just reached his release his
eyes are dark with lust for me.  He is looking
at me as though I am the sexiest thing he has
ever seen.

"Mulder."  I whisper his name.  I need some
kind of verification that I did ok.  It's been
awhile since I performed felatio, and it never
ended with this result.

"Oh, Scully."  His voice is horse and deep.
"Scully, you are fucking amazing."

That brings a smile to my lips.  I'm not used
to Mulder casually cursing, and I'm shocked to
discover part of me likes it.  A dangerous
Mulder?  Now, there's a thought to ponder.

He reaches down for a stray t-shirt and
proceeds to wipe my face off.  "As soon as I
recover,"  he says with a smile, glancing down
at his flaccid penis "I am going to fuck your
pretty little head off."  I giggle in response
to his joke.

Then, in the most sultry voice I can muster I
nswer, "Promise?"