Title: Boom
Author: Bee Sting
E-mail: bee_sting@lycos.com
Feedback: Don't make me beg!  I'd love to have feedback!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish they were mine, they aren't.  
Although, if they were, I'd take really good care of them, feed 
them and take them for walks every day... Whoops, I'm getting 
carried away.  See, I must be crazy, and it's impossible to sue a 
crazy girl! So please don't even try!
Rating: NC-17 (natch)
Summary/Notes: This is the first NC-17 fic I've ever written.  
It's a submission for X-Whispers True Blue Challenge for May, 
2001.  It's improbable at best, and easily the most out of 
character fic I've ever written, but hey, isn't that half the fun 
of NC-17? Well, maybe not *half* the fun, because it's quite a 
lot of fun in or out of character, but you know what I mean ;)  
It probably takes place in an alternate universe, some time 
before the end of season seven.  Other than, the timeline really 
doesn't matter.
Archive: Put it wherever you want, but please keep my name and e-
mail on it!


BOOM

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

Was that her heart?  It couldn't be pounding that loudly.  She 
looked around desperately, taking in her surroundings.  How had 
she gotten herself into this?

BOOM.

There, that glowing white circle on the wall. It was a clock.  An 
extremely loud clock.

BOOM.

The ticking seemed to mirror the rhythm of her heart.  It made 
her whole body shake.

BOOM.

The air was thick and hot, and it seemed to visibly reverberate 
with each loud second's passing.  Seemed to make her body 
reverberate, resonate, with each boom.

BOOM.

She sat down on the floor, feeling sick and dizzy.  Feeling 
watched.  Wondering how it had come to pass that she had gone to 
bed last night after completing a report for Assistant Director 
Skinner and then awakened here.  In this tiny room.  Wearing 
nothing but a pair of black silk underwear.

BOOM.

And body paint.  She must have been drugged.  Otherwise, she'd 
have woken up when they'd transported her, when they'd stripped 
her.  When they'd painted the designs on her body in neon 
colours.  The patterns rolled sensuously all over her body, 
covering her arms, her face, her eyelids, her flat stomach, her 
firm ass.  Streaking through her hair.  Artfully swirling on her 
breasts.  Snaking from her feet all the way to her smooth inner 
thighs.  She had a sudden thought and slipped her panties down 
for a moment, craning her neck.  They had also painted a red rose 
on her pussy lips.  She quickly pulled the underwear back up.  
Whoever had done this had thought it through carefully, had taken 
their time to plan this, to get it all just right.

BOOM.

Scully jumped as part of the wall swung open and someone was 
shoved roughly inside.  Scully had searched the tiny compartment 
she was in for a door, but hadn't noticed one in the darkness.  
The room, already small and confined, was made smaller by the 
fact that its walls, ceiling, and floor had been painted shiny 
black.

BOOM.

Scully, forgetting her nakedness for a moment, rushed 
instinctively to the person who had been pushed to the floor as 
the door swung shut.  It was a man.  Fully clothed and completely 
bewildered.

BOOM.

The man was disoriented, and couldn't seen anything at all in the 
room.  Except for a woman.  The woman who rushed to his side was 
beautiful, the patterns on her body glowing, accentuating every 
curve, making every movement seem sensual and suggestive.  Of 
course, that she seemed to be completely naked except for a pair 
of black silk panties didn't hinder the suggestiveness of her 
movements either.

BOOM.

Then she was kneeling beside him.  He looked into her face and 
gasped in shock.

BOOM.

Scully.

BOOM.

"SCULLY?"

BOOM.

"MULDER?"

BOOM.

They stared at each other, astonished.  Scully suddenly became 
very conscious of her clothing, or lack thereof.  She helped him 
to his feet and took a step back, crossing her arms to cover he 
breasts.

BOOM.

"What the hell is that?" Mulder asked.  Scully nodded toward the 
glowing clock.  "What's going on here?" he asked her.

"You ask as though I have some idea myself, " Scully muttered.  
She was aware that Mulder's eyes were raking over her body, 
lingering on her breasts, her legs.  She swallowed uncomfortably.

BOOM.

Mulder realized that he was staring and quickly removed his 
jacket, handing it to her.  "Try not to get paint all over it," 
he attempted to joke.  She didn't crack a smile as she donned it.  
He watched regretfully as her body disappeared beneath the folds 
of material.

BOOM.

Mulder sighed.  "So, you have no idea how we came to be standing 
in a tiny room with a black light overhead? And lots of body 
paint on you?" He arched an eyebrow, deciding that now was not 
exactly the best time to begin cracking wise, and that 'are you 
coming on to me, Scully?' was probably not the most sensible 
thing to say.

BOOM.

Scully pulled the coat closer over her.  She shook her head.  
"Not a clue, Mulder," she sighed.  Neither spoke for a long, 
drawn out moment, trying to figure out the situation, and how 
they could get out of it.  Mulder was also thinking about how 
lovely Scully looked in nothing but paint and panties, and how 
lovely she would look if he could remove the latter.  'Snap out 
of it, Mulder,' he mentally chided himself.  'Now is not the time 
to indulge in your fantasies.'

BOOM.

"Agents.  Welcome."

Scully and Mulder jumped at the sudden voice.  It sounded deep 
and masculine, but it was also mechanically distorted.  For all 
they knew, it could have been Britney Spears speaking to them.  
Mulder had to force his thoughts away from the idea of Scully in 
a too-small schoolgirl uniform.

BOOM.

"What the hell is this?" Mulder demanded, staring up at the 
ceiling.

"A game, Agent Mulder.  And if you don't comply with my demands, 
you will be the losers.  And you will pay with your lives."

BOOM.

Scully shook her head.  This was too bizarre, too surreal.  Too 
damned melodramatic, for that matter. "Why us?" she asked.

The disembodied voice replied instantly.  "Because.  In time you 
will see."

"Great," Mulder and Scully muttered at the same time.

BOOM.

"Take the jacket off, Agent Scully."

"No."

BOOM.

"If either of you refuse my commands, the air will be sucked out 
of the room through pipes in the ceiling and you will both 
asphyxiate."

Mulder's mind briefly considered Clyde Bruckman, who had 
predicted that Mulder would die from autoerotic asphyxiation.  
Not a good prospect.  Asphyxiation alone wasn't the happiest 
ending he could think of either.

BOOM.

"I don't believe you," Scully said, trying to sound braver than 
she felt.

They heard a click, and a whooshing noise.  Mulder and Scully 
looked at each; whoever this person was, he meant business.  
Already the air was thinning.

BOOM.

"I think you'd better do what he says, Scully." Mulder whispered 
urgently.  "I promise not to ogle."

Scully felt lightheaded.  She removed the jacket and called out, 
"I believe you."

There was another click, and the air rushed back into the 
chamber.

BOOM.

"Good."

BOOM.

"Agent Mulder, remove your tie, shirt, shoes, socks, and pants."

Mulder swallowed, wanting to tell the voice where he could shove 
his commands, but he didn't want Scully to die because of his 
stubbornness.  Actually, he didn't want to die either.

BOOM.

Mulder undid his tie and threw it on the ground.  Reached down 
and removed his shoes and then his socks.  Undid his belt.

"Agent Scully, help him take the rest off."

Scully sighed.  They'd been taken hostage by a voyeuristic sex 
fiend.  Just great.  She stepped forward and her small fingers 
began to undo his buttons.  She worked quickly, trying her best 
to ignore the proximity, the heat from his body, the way his 
muscles rippled under the shirt. Tried to ignore the way his eyes 
kept sweeping over her body, drinking her in.  Told herself that 
she was imagining the veiled lust in his eyes, that he was just 
responding to the sight of an almost-naked, painted woman taking 
his clothes off for him.

BOOM.

"Pull his shirt off."

She complied, avoiding his eyes, as she pulled the shirt loose 
from the pants, pushed it off his shoulders, let her hands run 
down his arms as she urged the shirt to the floor.

BOOM.

He couldn't help his arousal.  The nearness of Scully, her 
fingers working at his buttons, helping him shrug out of his 
shirt... he had imagined this happening so many times, but never 
quite like this.  And then an electric shock ran through him as 
she leaned too far forward, as her breasts brushed against his 
now-bare chest.

BOOM.

Scully gasped slightly and jumped back.  She hadn't meant to move 
that close to him.  She looked up in his eyes, but they were 
dark, far away.  She quickly looked down again.

"Don't be shy, agents.  Scully, take his pants off."

BOOM.

She cast a desperate look around the room before blinking and 
reaching down to fumble with the button and undo the zipper.

His breath was coming out raggedly as he watched her unzip him.  
Hoped that she would somehow not notice that he was growing hard.

"Touch her hair."

BOOM.

He responded immediately.  Couldn't help himself.  His fingers 
reached out and gently stroked her hair.  He wondered what the 
hell was going on, but the marvel of being able to stroke her 
hair, the shock that she was slowly pulling his pants down... it 
was all too much.  His usually logical brain was on sabbatical, 
and he was left to contend with the dizzying situation without 
logic.

BOOM.

She watched him step out of the trousers, his fingers still 
playing with her hair.  Noticed that he, too, was wearing black 
silk boxers.  Fought the urge to mutter something about great 
minds thinking alike.  Remembered that he'd worn similar boxers 
before.  This was simply too weird for words. Weirder than 
flukemen, weirder than frogs falling from the sky, weirder than 
aliens abductions.  Weirder than any situation she had ever been 
in.

She looked up into his eyes and saw the conflicted desire there.  
Wondered if he could read a similar expression her face.

BOOM.

"Kiss her, Agent Mulder."

Mulder hesitated only a moment, tried to disguise the passion in 
his eyes as he leaned forward, brushing her lips with his.

 "You can do better than that, Agent.  Scully, help him out."

Scully couldn't believe her actions.  She felt as though she had 
lost control of her body as she reached around his neck, pulled 
him close.  Pressed her naked body against his.  Deepened the 
light, gentle kiss.  Gasped as his kiss became rougher, 
passionate, as his tongue demanded access to her mouth.  She lost 
the fragments of sanity she'd been hanging on to so frantically.

BOOM.

Her mouth opened beneath his, her tongue reaching out, pulling 
his close, just has her body pulled his close.  She could feel 
his hardness against her.  She ignored the voice in her head that 
was calmly pointing out how insane this was.  She didn't care.  
She'd wanted him for so long that she'd take him any way she 
could get him.

"Touch her, Agent Mulder.  Everywhere."

BOOM.

Mulder didn't need to be told twice.  Without disengaging from 
the kiss, his hands began to run up and down her back.  He cupped 
her ass through the black silk, ran his fingers through her hair, 
kneaded her neck.  She shivered as his fingers traced her sides, 
and she dug into his back with her nails.

BOOM.

"You too, Scully, touch him."

She was way ahead of the voice as her hands began to explore 
every crevice of his back, shoulders, and neck.  His fingers 
slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, and then he pulled 
his mouth from hers, gasping for breath.  They panted, staring at 
each other in shock and delight.  He played with the elastic 
waistband as he held her close to him.

"Take the underwear off.  Both of you."

BOOM.

Scully hesitated momentarily.  This was the last scrap of 
clothing on her.  The red rose that had been painted so 
meticulously on her would be exposed, and she knew what was 
coming next.    And at that thought, voyeur or no voyeur, she 
decided that what was coming next was all right.  She quickly 
removed the underwear, stepping away and leaving the black silk 
discarded, forgotten in an instant.  

Mulder watched her, transfixed, and then quickly followed suit.  
They stood before each other, completely naked, both aroused 
beyond words.

BOOM.

"Touch her breasts, Mulder."

He reached for her and she moaned as his fingers touched her, 
stroking her breasts in sheer wonder.  His touch became rougher 
as he first circled her nipples, and then pinched and teased them 
into hard peaks.  He reveled in the moans he elicited from her as 
he squeezed and tickled, pushed and pulled.  His touch was 
torture and pleasure.

BOOM.

"Use your mouth, Mulder."

He bent quickly, trailing kisses down her neck.  His lips burned 
between her breasts and she cried out as he took her left nipple 
in his mouth, sucking hard.  His left hand teased her other 
breast, while his right hand moved up and down her spine, sending 
tingling sensations all over her body.  Her fingers tangled in 
his hair as she moaned.  His teeth nipped at her breast and 
gasped.  Then he changed position, taking the right nipple 
between his lips.  She rocked against him, her body language 
telling him to do what he and she both wanted, needed.

BOOM.

"Lay down, Agent Scully."

Scully pulled gently away from Mulder and knelt down, trailing 
kisses down his torso as she did.  Then she stretched out on her 
back.  The floor was shockingly cold, and she gasped, goosebumps 
springing up all over her body.

"Touch her Mulder.  Make her warmer."

Mulder knelt down.  "This is insane," he whispered to her.

"I know," she whispered back.

"I'll stop if you want me to... we'll figure out something else."

BOOM.

"No.  I want you."  Her statement rattled him to the core, and he 
could hold back no longer.

Gently, he pushed her legs apart and knelt between them.  Stopped 
for a moment to admire the painting of the rose.  Then, his 
fingers stroked her inner thighs, making her shake.  He was hard, 
aching to be inside her.  He kissed her stomach and his fingers 
played between her legs, finding her wetness, slipping first one, 
then two into her.

BOOM.

Scully cried out.  It had been so long.  She wanted him so badly.  
Her hips bucked, pushing his fingers deeper.  He slipped a third 
finger into her exquisite moistness and her muscles constricted 
around him.  His thumb found her clit and began stroking it.  She 
was moaning his name over and over as she twisted and strained 
against him.  

BOOM.

It was crazy- the sound of her calling out "Mulder, Mulder!" was 
almost enough to send him over the edge.  So many nights he had 
dreamed of this, but had never allowed himself to believe that it 
would come true.  He needed to be in her.  To be one with her.  
Now.  He pulled his hand away from her, and she cried out, 
feeling suddenly empty.

He moved up, kissing her passionately, positioning himself 
against her wetness.

BOOM.

"Agent Mulder.  You are not allowed to climax until she does."

"That's' gonna be tough," Mulder gasped into her mouth, and to 
his surprise she laughed.  He looked into her shining eyes and 
knew more certainly than ever, in this ludicrous situation, that 
he loved her.  He could see the sentiment reflected her eyes.

He began to move, sliding into her very slowly.  They moaned in 
unison.  He edged ever deeper into her.  He claimed her mouth 
again.

BOOM.

The agonizing moments creeped by, and then he was finally buried 
within her completely.  He lifted her up in his arms so that she 
was sitting on him.  She wrapped her legs tightly around him, 
mimicking the way her inner muscles were wrapped around his 
hardness.  He groaned, panting her name.  He wasn't sure which of 
them moved first, but there was natural, rhythmic movement 
between them, being generated by them and at the same time 
controlling them.  

BOOM.

His lips met hers again, his tongue sliding into her mouth, 
wanting to explore every part of her, wanting to taste her, want 
to tell her that he loved her.  His left arm wrapped around her 
to hold her close to him, while his right hand slipped between 
them.  He wanted to pleasure her as much as possible, but he was 
also afraid that she would drive him over the edge before she 
reached orgasm.  He needed to stimulate her... somehow, he 
managed to find her clit with his right hand without breaking 
their cadence.  She cried out, as he flicked her clit in time 
with his thrust, arching her back and tossing her head.  She 
screamed his name over and over.

BOOM.

She was nearing her limit.  She wanted to cry from the pure 
pleasure of sensation.  For some reason the movie title "The 
Unbearable Lightness of Being" floated through her head.  That 
was exactly how she felt right now.  She felt so incredibly good 
that she wasn't sure she could stand it for another second.

BOOM.

Mulder was moving faster, forgetting the situation, the confined 
room, the black light, the voice of the unknown observer.  All 
that existed was Him and Her and This Moment.  He'd hear a song 
from the musical Rent that repeated the lyric "No day but today."  
His thoughts centred around that lyric and he moaned out "No day 
but today, Scully. Oh god!"

BOOM.

"No day but today, Mulder." she managed to groan back to him.  
They moved faster and faster, outpacing the clock.

BOOM.

"Oh god Mulder!"

BOOM.

"Scully, I love you!"

BOOM.

With a scream, Scully came. Her whole body shuddered with its 
immensity.  Every muscle tightened as she threw her head back.  
He nipped and sucked at her exposed throat and suddenly rode on 
the coattails of her wave of ecstasy and climaxed too.

BOOM.

Scully felt like she was floating.  She was alive and she was 
exhausted.  She clung to Mulder as though she were afraid he 
would disappear if she let go for even a moment.  He held her to 
him, cradling her and rocking her like a child, making no move to 
withdraw.  They were connected in body the way they had been 
connected in spirit for so long.  There was no way this could be 
more perfect...

"Bravo, Agents."

Except for the fact that they still didn't have any idea what was 
really going on.

BOOM.

"I love you, too," she whispered into his chest, and then she 
looked up at him with wide, luminous eyes.  He bent his head down 
and kissed her gently, his fingers stroking her back, not wanting 
to let this moment end.

"Get up."

BOOM.

Scully broke the kiss and sighed.  Then she gingerly lifted 
herself off him.  She stood and helped him up.  They regarded 
each other quizzically for a moment, and then Scully began to 
laugh.  The masterfully crafted neon patterns that had been 
painted onto her had rubbed off on him.  His arms, chest, and 
stomach were covered with the paint.  They were both glowing 
brightly beneath the black light.  He laughed too, and then 
pulled her close to him protectively.  For once, she was more 
than content to let him hide her.

BOOM.

"Time to go back to sleep, Agents.  This has only been a dream."

Mulder and Scully looked at each other, and then gasped 
simultaneously as they saw grayish gas pouring into the chamber.  
What the hell was going on?

BOOM.

They both stumbled and dropped to their knees, unable to see 
straight or think clearly.  In seconds they were unconscious.

BOOM. 

BOOM.

BOOM.

XXX

After the agents had been removed from the room, cleaned up, and 
returned to their apartments, a telephone call was placed.

"Well, did you enjoy the show?" a voice asked through the 
speakerphone of the Lone Gunmen's hideout.

"God, Scully, is so hot," Frohike replied.

"Next time, we want to paint her," Langley added.  "It's not fair 
that you get all the fun."

"I'm glad the web camera worked so well," Byers put in.  "I've 
never had a clearer picture from one before."

"Thank you for helping me set it up," the voice said.

"Thanks for letting us in on it," Frohike replied.  "You're sure 
they're going to think it was all a dream?"

"Of course," the voice replied.  "There is no other logical 
explanation, and they would be too embarrassed to ask each other 
what really happened."

"I don't get what's in this for you," Byers said.  "Why did you 
want to do this in the first place?"

There was a pause.  "I have my reasons.  Besides, I like to 
watch."  With that, Walter Skinner hung up on the Lone Gunmen and 
smiled to himself.  Undoubtedly, there would be a next time.  
This had gone too well for him not to play with them again.  He 
sighed and leaned back, picking the telephone up once more and 
dialed a florist.

"I'd like a single red rose sent to the home of Dana Scully," he 
said into the telephone.  That would really make her wonder.  He 
gave the florist the address and then smiled to himself.  The 
agent was so beautiful, and he'd had such fun painting her body.  
Would she recognize the significance of the rose?  Would it make 
her ask Mulder about the experience?  Or would she keep quiet, 
leaving her musings to herself?  Whatever happened, he'd been 
watching.  He did love to watch.

XXX

"Did you save that video Langley? I'm gonna wanna watch it over 
and over."

"Yeah Frohike," The blond Gunman replied.  "And it's set up so 
you can paste your head over Mulder's."

Byers rolled his eyes.  He hadn't really wanted to be part of 
this, but Frohike had insisted.  His colleagues retreated to the 
kitchen, and Byers pondered for a moment before coming to a 
decision.  He casually walked to the computer and pressed a few 
buttons.  The video file of Mulder and Scully's escapade was 
"accidentally" e-mailed, and Byers, satisfied, walked away.

XXX

BOOM.

Scully shot out of bed, shaking.  What the hell?  She looked 
around.  Looked at her body.  She was clad in pajamas, lying 
beneath the sheets of her bed.  There was not a trace of paint on 
her.  Had it all been a dream?  But it had been so very real.  
She shook her head, trying to clear it. 

BOOM.

The clock!  But no, it wasn't the clock.  It was someone knocking 
on the door.  She slipped out of bed, grabbed her gun, and padded 
over to the door.  She glanced out the peephole, but saw no one.  
She opened the door cautiously and looked around.  Just as she 
turned around, something caught her eye.  She looked down and saw 
the single red lying in front of her door.  Her body quivered 
involuntarily.  It had to be a coincidence.  Last night had to 
have been a dream.  There was no other logical explanation.  But 
then again, she had also said goodbye to logic while wrapped in 
his arms... if she really had been wrapped in his arms at all, 
and not wrapped in a vivid, twisted fantasy.  She picked the rose 
up and walked back into her apartment, locking the door behind 
her.  She hadn't made it three steps before-

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

She spun around.

"Scully?  Let me in!" Mulder's voice called out desperately from 
the other side of the door.  She quickly undid the lock and let 
him in.

"Mulder? What is it?" she demanded.  She couldn't help but 
wonder... had his lips really ravaged hers last night?  He looked 
distracted.

"Did you dream last night, Scully?" he asked, glancing 
questioningly at the rose in her hand.

She started.  How could he know?  "What do you mean?" she asked 
warily.

"I mean, did you wake this morning and debate whether you 
experienced a dream or a bizarre reality last night?"  He was 
staring at her intensely.

She returned his gaze unsteadily, but didn't say anything.

"Check your e-mail Scully.  There's something you need to see," 
he told her, guiding her by the small of her back toward the 
computer.  She followed the cue and walked over.

Scully picked her glasses up and slipped them on as she accessed 
her e-mail account.  She glanced over at Mulder and saw that he 
had put his glasses on too.  Her mind thought for a moment about 
the two of them wearing black silk last night, and then she 
pulled herself back to the present as she opened an anonymous e-
mail that had been sent to both her and him.  What did he want 
her to see?

She virus-scanned the attachment on the e-mail and then opened 
it.  She could feel Mulder's intense gaze on her as a video 
popped onto her screen, and she saw herself standing naked in the 
tiny room, the black light making the body paint glow.

She gasped and inadvertently dropped the rose onto the floor. She 
turned to stare into Mulder's deep, passionate eyes as the audio 
on the file kicked in.

BOOM.


The End