From: Shannon To: whispers list Subject: [XFNC17ff] Suzugos by Shannon Kizzia Date: Sunday, July 01, 2001 6:33 PM Suzugos by Shannon Kizzia (lmelao@earthlink.net) Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR Spoilers: Syzygy Classification: SRHA Summary: Where does the anger end and the sexual tension begin? Archive: Yes! But please write to me to let me know where. :) Author's Note: Last week, Mercury was in retrograde and there was a full moon. Everyday I woke up ready to get in a fight (I'm a total passivist!) or get laid. In my pissed-offedness and the haze of my libido, I came up with the idea for this fic. I'm sure it's been done, but I've never seen it, so here's my take on one seriously pissed off Scully. ;) To the best of my knowledge "suzugos" is Greek for "paired". Like celestial bodies or FBI agents. :) Disclaimer: Scully and Mulder belong to CC, 1013, FOX, and Gillian and David. No money's being made here; no infringement is intended. Chris, your characters were just horny. I had to let them find release. Don't sue me! Oh, and I shamelessly stole from the blooper reel! LOL! Suzugos by Shannon Kizzia The Perfect Harmony City my ass. I'm about a million miles away from harmonious. But at least I'm sane. I'm the only sane person in this fucking town, and that includes my partner! I honestly don't know what has gotten into him since we got here on this case. He's been completely obnoxious. And not like usual either. All I'm trying to do is be the voice of reason here. Usually that's not a problem. Usually I can count on him giving me at least an ear if not an open mind. And fuckin' A! This case is so obviously NOT a case of satanic cultists! Why doesn't anyone else SEE that? Or at least entertain the idea? Or at least let ME entertain the idea? Instead I'm being made out as some kind of cold, unfeeling, raging bitch. And I'm so fucking pissed off that I've gone and done what I know I shouldn't let myself do. I've let myself become the raging bitch they think I am. And I am so raging. I'm storming down the hall of our hotel with three dollars in my pocket and a nicotine fever. Please let something go my way. Let there be a fucking cigarette machine in the lobby. I turn the corner and punch the button for the elevator. "If it's no bother, if it's not too big a deal, maybe you could get me a few photographs of that thing that bears absolutely no resemblance to a horned beast." The fucker. How could he stand there, invading my space....*again*....letting me feel his breath on my neck, peering over my shoulder, his body heat making me sweat...how could he stand there up against me and buy into her theory...this whole town's paranoia? The elevator opens and I step in, bitch slapping the "1" button. It lights up happily just the same. For some reason that just pisses me off more. Horned beast. I'd bet my Chanel suit that Ms. Not-Really-Blond would just love to solve the mystery of the horny beast with my partner. But that's not why I'm pissed. She can come on to him all she likes. She can bat those doe-eyed lashes at him and make nice with the big, handsome FBI man. I don't give a flying fuck. I'm only pissed at her because she's the reason he decided to up and ditch me. "I didn't *ditch* you." Like the word was repugnant to him and my saying it repulsed him. Fucker. And then, and *then*, out in that field. I try to be polite and let him pick up that bag and he throws my offer right back in my face with a catty, "Be my guest. I know how much you like snapping on the latex." What burns me about that one so much is that it fucking turned me on! There he was trying to be a bastard, and he was, and I was getting wet for him. "Bastard mother fucker," I mutter to the empty elevator. The doors open and glory, hallelujah, amen what's that staring me in the face? The holy grail. A cigarette machine. **** I'm sitting on the bed smoking a Benson and Hedges Deluxe UltraLight. I haven't had a cigarette in probably five years. The satisfaction I get from it is hollow. But at least it can be classified loosely as satisfaction. On the third flip of the channel I realize my TV is broken. Fitting. I don't care; I just keep flipping. Maybe I'll sit here flipping until it drives me crazy. And then I'll be like all the rest of the people in this town and I'll fit right in. Maybe then I can relax, be Crazy Dana, the Comity Cat Woman. I'll need to get myself some cats. Every good nutso freak needs a shitload of cats. My neck is so stiff and my jaw hurts from where I've been gritting my teeth. Even the memory of what relaxed once meant to me is gone. This town and my prick partner just sapped all echoes of relaxed right out of me. I can't help but think back on our "conversation" in the hall earlier. I had finally had it. That comment about the perfume had been the proverbial straw. I guess I was way more pissed at myself than at him. I was pissed that my immediate reaction to Mulder's olfactory interest was that I hoped to God it was me he was smelling. Weak. I let him know in clipped tones that he was to follow me into the hall for an earful. I started with how I wouldn't stand for him embarrassing me like he had been doing since we arrived. I can't remember exactly what I said to him because the whole time I was railing at him my senses were reeling with his physical presence. The air was electric around us. I know what I said next only because I very consciously made myself pay attention to my own argument. I knew it was legitimate. So I tried with all my might to block Mulder's pheromones and continued. "I see no reason to pursue this case any further and not only that I find your conduct and comportment in this investigation not just alarming but highly objectionable. *What* are you doing?" I thought I was going to burst into flames, I was so aroused. He was sniffing me, leaning in and inhaling me like an animal. I loved it, wanted more of it. And then he said... "Must be Detective White." I flick the power button on the remote in disgust. I get up to pace the room. I take angry drags off my cigarette and mutter. "Detective White could use our help." I check out the window, though the blinds, pace some more, suck that smoke in, wear the carpet down some more. "Detective White." I'm too worked up and feeling too helpless. I decide I need to talk to Mulder and I need to do it now before I let this fester too long. He's my partner and we can't let this tension get in the way of the work. I realize as I've been thinking, I've stubbed out my cigarette and left my room and now I'm at his door. It's not closed all the way. Without thinking, I open it. "Mu..." It's all I get out because the view up Detective White's skirt as she straddles Mulder shuts me up. They look around in unison, gasping in stereo. I think I'm going to vomit. "Scully, I..." Mulder tries, still pinned down by that skank. "Don't bother, Mulder. What do I care who you fuck? Have a nice night," I spit. I sound like a shrew. I don't care. My chest hurts for some reason. I have to leave. I do. I'm running down the hall back to my room, tears stinging my eyes. I hear his heavy footsteps behind me, closing. I try to make it inside so I can shut the door on him, leaving him in the hall, leaving him to go bang his blond slut, but he gets his foot in the door when I try to slam it. "Don't you dare, Scully. Don't you shut me out." He's angry. Fine. Whatever. I spin around to face him, glad it's mostly dark in my room so he can't see my shameful tears. He has his hands on his hips. His white shirt is unbuttoned at the top and untucked from his dark pants. His tie is hanging limp around his neck. My breath catches in my throat. I take two seconds to find my voice. I put my own hands on my hips, too, squaring off against him. "Don't shut *you* out?!? Mulder, that's just great! You're the one who ditched me to go investigating with...her. You're the one so busy shutting me out you can't even stop to pay attention to the facts of this case. You're too geared up to lose me and get yourself laid. Well, I've had it, Mulder. I'm leaving tonight and you can't stop me." I glare at him and then get busy throwing clothes and toiletries into my suitcase. "It's not what you think, Scully." "Oh yeah? Well, it sure looked like you were about to get your rocks off real nice, Mulder." I get particularly vicious with my flannel pajama pants, throwing them over-hand and with enough force to send a zing of pain up my arm. "What pisses you off more, Scully, the fact that I was with Detective White or that you aren't getting any?" That does it. He doesn't know how hard that one hit. But he will. I stalk over to him and haul my left fist back, ready to lay into his jaw. His reflexes are quick and he catches my fist in his hand, mid-swing. He twists my arm back behind me. "Fucking asshole!' I hiss through clenched teeth. How dare he use his size and strength against me? He's not done, I realize, as he pushes me toward the bed. My knees hit it and I lose my balance, falling over it face first, Mulder following me down. His weight pushes my chest down into the comforter. I struggle against his oppressive weight. As soon as I begin, I stop. I freeze in mid-wiggle. His hips are up against my bottom. Oh my God. Mulder's got an erection. And it's pushing in between the cheeks of my ass. He's got an erection for her, goddamn it. The pain seizes my chest and I sob before I can stop it. I try to cover it by continuing to swear at him. "Bastard." But it comes out as a sob, too. Even as I'm angry and hurt, my body is reacting to Mulder's. The fire of my arousal fuels the fire of my anger. I blink back my tears and breathe heavy, feeling the hard muscles of his chest in my back with every inhale, the maddening tease of his penis nestled in my ass through my slacks. He eases off of me, but only to flip me over so that I'm on my back beneath him. He takes my arms and pins them next to my head on the bed. "I am a bastard, Scully. Because I shouldn't have said what I just said. But you haven't been all fun and games recently either." "Get off me, Mulder." If he doesn't want me like I want him, and he obviously doesn't, I wish he'd just get the hell away from me. Even as my heart is breaking, my nipples are pebbling and my clit is throbbing from where his goddamned fucking erect cock is pushing hard into my pubic bone. "No." "Please, Mulder...." "Not until you tell me the truth, Scully." His eyes are wild. Is his dick still hard because of her? Or is he getting hot dominating me, pinning me to the bed? My pulse speeds up and I lick my lips. Where does the anger end and the sexual tension begin? Does overpowering me turn him on so much that he'll want to fuck me? I can't help moaning. So much wetness just gushed down my thighs that I think Mulder must feel the crotch of his pants getting damp. "The truth about what?" Is that my voice?! It's nearly unrecognizable to me. So low, so gravelly. "Why you're so upset." "Goddamn it, Mulder, you *ditched* me!" Anger, hurt, Mulder's mouth so close. I am helpless under him. My clit is swollen and almost painfully sensitive. "And?" "And...for HER!" I am shouting into his face. "Mulder, you were with her!" It makes me sick. I want to suck that hard cock of his, take away what she gave him, swallow his semen, make him mine. "She attacked me, Scully. Honest." "You WANT her, Mulder! You fucking want her! You've got a hard-on for her!" My anger is still hot and buzzing in my ears, but the damned tears are back. He wants the truth? Fine. He'll get his truth. "Not for her, Scully. It's not for her." I am breathing heavy and it takes me several breaths to comprehend what he might be telling me. "I don't want Detective White, Scully. The only woman I want is you." He furthers his point by grinding his cock into the juncture between my legs once. I can't help it; I groan. His thumbs stroke my wrists. His eyes are so dark. He's still angry, too. And is that hurt I see in his eyes? Have I hurt him, too? I see that I have in the way his jaw clenches. I can see he wants to punish me, that he's enjoying it a little too much, making me submit. I'm stunned by this last admission. Mulder wants ME? It changes everything. His declaration, his obvious excitement, his angry domination.... It's all almost too much to hold in my foggy brain at one time. All I know is that I've never been this ready for sex. He hasn't even touched me with the intention of turning me on and I'm quivering for him. I don't think I care what his reasons are and I don't want to think about mine. I want Mulder inside me. Tonight. Now. "I know you could never want me like that. Like I want you." His grip on my wrists tightens painfully. I arch my back as I suck my breath in. The feel of my breasts brushing his chest sends a shiver through my whole body. What does he know about what I don't want? How can he be missing how far gone I am for him? If he weren't holding me down, I'd throw myself at him. For once I don't think, I don't belabor, I just go. I lock my leg around his hips and pull down, pushing my heel down on his ass to increase the pressure of his cock into my pussy. It feels so good I cry out. I look into his smoldering eyes. His brow his creased in confusion, but his cock is growing against me. Oh God, he does want this...me! I start to move my hips on him, working up a good friction. He gasps. I smile up at him. "Still think I don't want you, Mulder?" His eyes widen. Okay, now I'm having some fun. I roll under him, pushing my tits up, followed by my ribs, stomach, then tilting my screaming clit up into his shaft. He shudders on a moan, "Ohhhhhhscully!" The way he says my name is like an aphrodisiac. There's really something unbelievably hot about being turned on by your own name. He slides his hands down my forearms, my biceps, my armpits. They stop at the sides of my breasts, hesitating. I put my hands over his and move them to where they cover me completely, under my suit jacket. I hold his hands still and start to rub my tits against his palms. I start to pant. My eyes are locked with his. Sweet Jesus, I might just come from the feel of his hands on my breasts, all my clothes still on. "Fuck, that feels good, Mulder." His fingers flex, digging into my flesh. It's just a tiny flicker of pain and I love it. There might be bruises there tomorrow. I want there to be. I don't think I can stand not feeling his skin on me. I throw his hands away, push at his chest until he's standing at the foot of the bed in front of me. I sit up, never losing eye contact. I rip my jacket open and off my shoulders, throw it to the floor. When I grab for my shoes, Mulder pulls the tie from his neck, hurriedly unbuttons his shirt. I have to stop what I'm doing. I get up off the bed and stand right in front of him, close. I'm really feeling short now without my heels on. My eyes leave his and travel down his chest as more and more of it is revealed to me. I reach out both hands and scratch over his pecs. He jumps. I circle his nipples with my nails then go in for the kill, pinching them. He throws his head back and howls. I made Mulder howl! "Sensitive, Mulder?" "Yeah." He nods vigorously, eyes squeezed shut. I pinch him again, harder this time. "Aaahgodscully!' "You're so sexy," I whisper to him, fevered. "So goddamned sexy. I can't wait to make you come." Mulder actually growls and pulls me to him. Our lips lock harshly. I realize this is our first kiss. I want to laugh humorlessly at how unromantic it is, but Mulder's keeping my mouth busy. His tongue pushes into the insides of my mouth. I lick at his tongue in desperation. We are both groaning loudly and trying to touch each other everywhere at once. His hands take my head and turn me for the best fit of our lips. I can't get enough. I bite at his lips, then lick them, mash mine up against his almost painfully, graze our teeth as I open my mouth wide and shove my tongue into his mouth once more. He tastes like a screwdriver. He releases my mouth. "Scully, have you been smoking?" He grabs my ass and yanks me toward him, squeezing. "So what if I have?" I can't stop staring at his throat, petting his chest hair. "So, you're a doctor, Scully. You of all people..." I go up on tiptoe and sink my teeth into the flesh on the side of his neck. "Mulder..." "Yeah?" he croaks. "Suck my dick." His bark of laughter prods me to start sucking hard on his neck. I want to leave my mark for the world to see. I visualize us in A.D. Skinner's office. Skinner: "Any luck breaking the case, Agents?" Me: "No, but look at the hickey I gave Agent Mulder! *big smile*" My hands are in his hair, on his shoulders, on his ass, cupping his sac. He's ripping at the button and zipper of my slacks. He fumbles with getting my shirt out of my pants. I tear my mouth and teeth and tongue away from his neck and pull it up over my head. I'm flushed. I feel crazy. I want his mouth all over me. I rip open the front clasp on my bra. My breasts bounce out of it heavily. Mulder has a one track mind. He's now fixated on the sight of my boobs. His mouth is open, eyes nice and drugged. He drops to his knees before me, wraps his arms around my waist and starts a slow, hard sucking on my right breast. "Shit, Mulder!" I shout, holding his head to me as he feasts. His tongue is hot and the suction sensation on my tight bud pulls all the way down to my cunt. My hips start to pulse against his belly, searching for a phantom cock to fill me. I watch, mesmerized, as his lips work around me. The man's oral fixation is paying off in a major way. I had no idea he was so talented. He switches breasts and I'm humming continually in the back of my throat alternating between watching him, head tilted, Mona Lisa smile plastered blissfully, and I think permanently, on my face and throwing my head back, eyes closed, loving every fucking minute of Mulder's mouth on me. I whisper to him, "You're such an amazing lover." He groans and I look lovingly down at the top of his head as I cradle him to me. A sudden movement by the door catches my eye. I look up in time to see Detective White frozen in the doorway, her mouth open like she was going to speak but has forgotten every word in the English language. I just can't help it. I smile at her. Mulder, having no idea she's there, picks that moment to issue forth a particularly enthusiastic moan. Take that, you bitch. Detective White holds my stare for a split second before shutting her mouth and turning quickly from the door. I didn't know I could get more aroused, but seeing her there seeing what Mulder is doing to me really cranked it up a notch. Mulder pulls away from me but stays on his knees as he pulls my pants and underwear down. He's so gentle when he helps me lift my feet to step out of them. He is *not* so gentle when he turns me toward the bed and urges me up onto the mattress on my hands and knees. A new wave of pleasure washes through me at my positioning. I don't even know what he's going to do yet, and I can't see him. All I can feel is the space between my dripping pussy and his body. "Mulder..." "Shhh...." His voice is so soft, a caress. "I need to look at you. Keep your legs apart. I want to see how your wetness drips down your legs." "Uunnnmmmmm," I whine. I am trembling with lust and excitement. Mulder is no longer holding me down -- he's not even touching me -- but I feel so dominated. The moments stretch long into the night. I begin to whimper, needing his fingers, his mouth, his dick, something. "I'm going to eat you now, Scully." The tension is so high in the room that I convulse at the sound of his voice. I can feel his words. They fuck me. "Ohgod!" He opens my lips with this thumbs and takes a swipe at me, clit to vulva, then sinks his tongue into my vagina. He repeats this until I'm blabbing something like, "PleaseohpleaseohOH!hooooo!myfuckinggodmuldergodyesplease!" and then he pulls my lips apart to spread my opening a little farther and he plunges his tongue into me over and over again. I once dropped acid in college. I was sitting with two friends on the floor, eye level with four candles burning on the coffee table. One minute they were warm, pleasant, pretty, little candles, the next they were shooting slow motion orange rivers of sparks up to the ceiling. This is like that. I'm getting so close to my orgasm. I can feel the heat in my belly, up my back. My extremities tingle and I can't even articulate a response anymore. Mulder has me one step below monosyllabic. When I think he can't do anything more amazing to my body, he shifts his mouth higher and gently circles my anus with the tip of his tongue as he pushes two fingers into my vagina. I arch my ass up into his mouth and he complies with my wordless plea, fucking me up the ass with his tongue. "Aaaaaaahhhhhgod! Mulder....fuck......yeah, oh fuck yeah....Mulder! MULDER!!!" I come like a rocket, the waves sizzle wet and hot through my womb, my vaginal walls, my rectum. The contractions are like lightning, hitting so fast and so hard that it's like my body locks into it, turns it into one, long, powerful squeeze. It's so good I'm crying. **** I don't know how long I've been blacked out, but what's bringing me back to consciousness is the feel of Mulder's cock thrusting powerfully into me from behind. I should have gone with a right hook before. I really should have. No fucking fair! He started without me! I didn't even get to feel his first push inside, that long, stiff cock on first penetration, what I've been fantasizing about since we met practically. "Mulder, you son of a bitch!" There is heat behind my words, but with the way he's pounding into me and making my body feel I'm not sure if I'm more angry or more just plain, unbelievably turned on. And it's not just how his big dick feels as he slides in and out of me. As much as I'm upset with him for denying me a romantic first time, it's indescribably hot to me that he just decided to take what he needed. He gave me a blinding orgasm with his tongue and fingers; I just can't be angry with him for wanting me bad enough to have to get inside me. This is the hottest thing I think I've ever experienced. But it's kind of interesting letting him *think* I'm mad. I think my anger stokes his fire. He was really going before I called him a son of a bitch. Now he's grunting and gripping my hips cruelly in his hands and driving into me like he's half mad. "How did it feel to fuck me while I was unconscious, huh? Did it feel wrong? Did it make your cock get harder? Oh, Mulderyes, like that!!! Oh! Oh!!!!" "Scully....." He sounds so turned on and so conflicted. But he can't stop. I know he can't stop. And I would never want him to. I want him to understand that I want this. "How did that first push feel, Mulder? Was I tight? How did my cunt feel, Mulder?" "God, it was good. So fucking good. Oh Scully...." He's standing behind me, knees bent to line himself up just right. He takes one hand away from my hip and reaches around my body to finger my clit. He's so incredibly gentle. He begins petting me, almost soothing me. He's apologizing, making amends. I want to cry it's so precious. "You feel good, too, Mulder. You feel so much more than good. Just keep fucking me. I love the way you're fucking me." He groans and keeps pumping his hips, now circling my clit a little faster, spreading my abundant liquid around the erect little nub. "Jesus, Mulder! Unreal. This can't be real. Work my clit. Rub it hard. Yes! Faster." "I want to make you come again, Scully. It was so beautiful. Scully...come....so beautiful....." "Oh god, Mulder. I am. I am! Oh GOD! Oh, Mulder! Oh GOOOOD!" It courses through me from my center, through to my fingers and toes. I arch my back to better receive him; he is still going in and out of my shell-shocked body. It feels so good, his movement in my contracting muscles. They start to relax when out of nowhere, I'm hit with another round. "Fuck!!" I reach back and hold Mulder's hand still on my clit. The pressure is just right. I can't believe this is happening! Dana Scully is *not* multi-orgasmic. But it's Mulder. And now he's coming, catching me on the tail end of my mind-blowing orgasm. I keep my ass in the air for him as he rides me. His hot cum explodes in jets inside me. I hum with how delicious it feels. "Oh fuck, Scully. Oh fuck. Yeeeeeeeees!" he hisses. When his body is spent, he pulls out and I groan out a whine, turning to give him a tiny smile. He's so gorgeous. He's sweating and naked and his skin is somewhere between gold and olive. He smiles back at me kind of sadly and comes to lie at the head of the bed. I scoot up to drape myself over him. He takes a long moment to say what he needs to say. "Scully. I'm so sorry." "Mulder, for what?" "For everything. For ditching you. For using what you saw over there in my room to hurt you. For this." He's so sad. "I accept your apology for ditching me. I accept your apology for hurting my feelings. I will *not* accept an apology for what just happened. Mulder, you must know I wanted this as badly as you did." I raise up to trace my fingers across his cheek and jaw. I search his eyes for recognition. "But I didn't ask you." His eyes turn dark with self-loathing. "I raped you." I gasp. "And you're so good, Scully, that you'll stay here in my arms afterward anyway." "Oh, Mulder." I kiss his eyelids, his cheeks, touch my lips to his as softly as I can. He's so fragile right now to me. "Mulder, you did *not* rape me. What you did....was incredible. It felt so good to finally feel you inside me." "But you were upset..." "No. Mulder, no. It excited me....to not be in control. I've never come so hard in my life. And three times!" This gets a little grin from him. I smile down at him, teeth and all and tickle his armpit. He wiggles and I ease off. My smile fades. He needs to know I mean this. "Mulder, look at me." He does. "You are my partner. You're the only one I trust. And I trust you with my life. Everything that happened here tonight happened because we both wanted it." He nods at me solemnly. But I'm not done. I take a big, steadying breath that does nothing to steady me. "Mulder?" "Scully." He says my name so tenderly. "Mulder, you should know that I'm in love with you." The declaration hangs in the air for an agonizing three seconds and then his face falls into a wonderful smile. I have never seen Mulder smile like this. "Oh, Scully, I'm so in love with you, too. C'mere." And he grabs me and pulls me down to his mouth. His lips brush over mine languidly, juxtaposed against our frantic love-making. My tongue seeks entrance to his mouth. He grants me eternal access. We kiss and stroke each others' warm, naked bodies for what seems like hours. He flips me over onto my back to hover over me protectively, then lets me roll us so that I can be on top. We are always kissing, always touching. We make slow, exquisite love that way, shifting over one another, no domination, no anger, no manipulation. Just love. We are in oceans of it, rocking with the current. And when we come, it is together. Two bodies, one journey. Inextricably paired. End Feedback is oh so welcome at lmelao@earthlink.net! Hope you liked it! I want to thank all of you who have written me with feedback. It is more than icing on the cake. This story is for you with love! :)