From: "Agent Hollman" To: "XFNC17FF" Subject: [XFNC17ff] FIC: Surrendering to Temptation (part 1) Date: Sunday, July 28, 2002 7:03 PM Title: Surrendering to Temptation (1/2) Author: Diandra Hollman Rating: Strong R to mild NC17 Date Finished: 09/17/2001 Classification: SR Spoilers: Possibly some for season 8 Keywords: SLASH, Mulder/Doggett romance, Mulder/Scully UST, Scully/Doggett UST Disclaimer: Yeah, like CC would really sanction *this*... Summary: "Finally, I reached the door to his bedroom. I froze, my breath catching in my throat, as I took in the scene before me. Mulder was lying in his bed; he was not asleep, he was not hurt and he was not alone...." Author notes: I wrote this after reading the comment on Gertie's page "I would love to read a Scully-in-the-middle Mulder/Doggett story!" I'm not sure this is what she had in mind, though...:) Archives: I don't care where anybody puts it, as long as my name is on it. Surrendering to Temptation (1/2) by Diandra Hollman After knocking on Mulder's door for a third time to no avail, I was ready to give up. I had turned to leave when I heard a shout coming from inside the apartment. *Oh shit...* I frantically searched my purse for Mulder's spare key and unlocked the door quietly, not wanting to alert anyone inside to my presence yet. I placed my left hand on the doorknob, readying my gun in my right, and took a deep breath to steady myself. It occurred to me that the sound could have been my imagination. Even if it had been real, it could have come from a television or radio. Heck, it could have come from another apartment. Instinctively, though, I had known that the voice calling out in distress had been Mulder's. In an instant my mind had supplied countless possible scenarios from escaped convicts Mulder had helped catch to burglars to serial killers with a fetish for torturing their victims. I hoped it was just on of Mulder's many nightmares of his sister or his recent abduction; I could handle those. I pushed open the door carefully and let my eyes sweep the room just in front of my gun. The room was empty. I heard the voice again - a long, tortured groan - and felt my stomach clench. The voice was unmistakably Mulder's, and it was coming from deep inside the apartment. I moved slowly in the direction it had come from, trying not to let myself think about what condition I might find him in. Finally, I reached the door to his bedroom. I froze, my breath catching in my throat, as I took in the scene before me. Mulder was lying in his bed; he was not asleep, he was not hurt...and he was not alone. I watched his hips thrust into the body underneath him and felt the heat of embarrassment rise to my cheeks. My gun arm had dropped to my side, forgotten. I nervously returned the weapon to its holster and had turned to make a hasty retreat - thankful that Mulder was too occupied to notice me - when another groan stopped me in my tracks. The voice was definitely not Mulder's...and it was distinctly *male.* I turned back to the couple on the bed. From where I was standing it was impossible to see anything but Mulder, whose broad shoulders prevented me from seeing the person under him, but then long, slender hands reached up from the mysterious lump to grab the headboard. Arm muscles rippled as Mulder's rhythm increased. I remember thinking: /Mulder in bed with another man? How will I be able to look him in the eye again? / I felt a sudden twinge of jealousy too. It had taken an alien abduction and near-death for me to finally realize how much I loved Mulder and how much I needed him in my life. I had never expected him to love me in return, but... I wanted to know who this man was who had found his way into Mulder's heart - as well as his bed. Soon, Mulder reached his climax, arching his back and shouting something unintelligible before collapsing on top of his lover, sated. When he had sufficiently recovered his senses, he rolled off of the other man to lay beside him. The other man was lying on his stomach, offering me a view only of the back of his head, but it was enough. I would have recognized that short, spiky hair and well muscled back anywhere...it was my partner, Agent John Doggett. /Oh, God, / I thought. /What am I doing here? I should leave.../ But my traitorous body would not move and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Mulder rolled over on his left side, pulling Doggett into a spooning position against his chest. I noticed that, although Mulder had found release, Doggett, apparently, hadn't. I am embarrassed to admit that I had entertained a few X-rated fantasies involving my new partner. I had a bit of a crush on him, though I told myself it was just hormones and stress. But my imagination did not do justice to what I was seeing. He was beautiful. His face was flushed with passion, his lips parted as he gasped air into his heaving lungs. His eyes had a slightly wild look to them in his advanced state of arousal. Mulder threw back the sheet that had been covering them and set about soothing Doggett with soft kisses to his neck and shoulder along with gentle massages of his chest, abdomen and right hip and thigh. At first, Doggett whimpered and thrust his hips ineffectually at the air, as if begging Mulder to just hurry up and finish him off. But when he realized that Mulder would not be easily swayed from his course, Doggett's body went limp in surrender. I should have walked away, given them their privacy, but I couldn't tear myself away. The temptation to watch these two beautiful men make love to each other was too great. So, I hid in the shadows of Mulder's hallway, telling myself that this was one sin I would not be mentioning in Confession. Mulder gently nibbled and sucked on Doggett's earlobe until a groan rumbled from deep inside the man's chest. Then Mulder whispered something in Doggett's ear that made his whole body seem to tremble. From what I had seen of Doggett in the field, it would have been difficult for me to imagine him being helpless in any situation. Yet, with Mulder pinning his arms to his chest with one hand and holding him firmly captive while inflicting the sweetest torture on his senses, Agent Doggett was reduced to a quivering, mewling man, desperate for the release Mulder could give him. I tore my gaze from Doggett's face and let it travel down his body, following Mulder's wandering hand. I suddenly longed to replace that hand with my own. I wanted to run my fingers through the sparse hair covering the well-muscled chest and over that firm abdomen... I forced myself to push away the thought...well, at least for the moment. Then my eyes fell to the place I'm sure Doggett most wanted Mulder's attentions. His erection rose brazenly from its nest of dark brown curls, deep red, thick and heavy with blood. I felt my breathing speed up. I could almost *see* him throbbing, he was so close. Finally, Mulder fluttered his fingers along Doggett's length in the barest of touches. Doggett gasped, his head falling back to rest on Mulder's shoulder, his Adam's apple working convulsively. Mulder smiled and wrapped his hand firmly around the penis, wrenching a noise from Doggett that was halfway between a moan and a sob. Mulder placed more soothing kisses on Doggett's neck, chin and cheek and murmured comforting words in his ear as he slowly stroked the man's arousal. To hell with wishing I could touch Doggett, I wanted to *be* him. I wanted to lay in Mulder's arms as he drove me crazy with want before gently bringing me to a mind-blowing release. Jesus, I wanted *both* of these men... Mulder's hand had started moving faster. His kisses had given way to gentle bites. Doggett's eyes lost focus and his hips began thrusting into Mulder's fist, meeting him halfway. It didn't take much longer for Doggett to reach the edge, but then he seemed to hover there, on the thin razor blade between reality and orgasm. He seemed to struggle against Mulder's hold, trying to free his arms, but Mulder would not let him go. Instead, Mulder spoke into his ear again. Even from my position in the hallway, I could hear the words as clearly as if I had been in the room with them. "Let go," Mulder said. "Just let go...it's okay. I'll catch you..." And, with a hoarse shout, Doggett tumbled over the edge into ecstasy. Mulder loosened his hold on Doggett, but didn't quite let go. He cradled the trembling agent in his arms, kissing his temple. After a while, Mulder reached for a Kleenex from his bedside table to clean the sticky residue of sex from Doggett's over-sensitized skin. When Doggett returned to the living world and realized Mulder was no longer holding him immobile, he rolled onto his back. The men simply stared at each other for several long moments before Doggett inclined his chin slightly in invitation. Mulder readily accepted and for a long time the only sounds in the room were those coming from their loving kisses. I noticed that Doggett's responses to his ministrations had not left Mulder unaffected. He had recovered from his recent lethargy and was sporting an, I must say, *impressive* erection. God, he was gorgeous! I felt my pulse race once more. Doggett also noticed Mulder's, er, condition. Without a word, he let his still-quaking thighs fall open to receive his lover. Mulder kissed him gratefully, moving to cover him. Then he began spreading kisses over Doggett's neck and chest. Doggett mumbled something that sounded like "Don't think I can do a repeat performance tonight..." and then something about it being Mulder's turn now. Mulder just shook his head and bent to suckle Doggett's left nipple. Doggett groaned in resigned frustration. I knew how he felt...Mulder could be so stubborn sometimes. Trying to reason with him was about as effective as beating your head against a wall. Well...maybe not. A wall has more give. I hoped Doggett would be able to handle Mulder's pace. Suddenly the words "erotic asphyxiation" came to mind... After paying equal homage to the right nipple, Mulder resumed his leisurely path down Doggett's body, stopping briefly to swirl his tongue in the agent's navel. He skirted around the still-sensitive flesh between Doggett's legs to kiss his weakened thighs, then he helped Doggett bend his knees so that his feet were flat on the bed and his legs were opened wide. Then Mulder began placing delicate kisses and licks on Doggett's sac, rolling it gently in the fingers of his right hand while his left drew sensuous circles on Doggett's belly. Doggett grunted and twisted his fingers desperately in the bed sheets as, amazingly, his recently spent sex began to rise. /Not bad for a guy in his forties, / I thought. /Hell, Mulder's not exactly a "spring chicken" himself and yet he seems to have the stamina of a twenty-year-old. / Doggett's opening had already been stretched and lubricated by their earlier encounter, so Mulder forwent any more preparations and thrust himself to the hilt inside Doggett's rectum. Doggett sighed and arched his back, wrapping his legs around Mulder's waist. Mulder set up a rhythm of long, slow, deep thrusts, moving his hand in tandem on Doggett's now fully engorged penis. Doggett's head thrashed back and forth on the bed and he panted heavily. Then he went still, his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth falling open in surprise as he came a second time. Mulder increased his rhythm then, pushing incessantly against Doggett's prostate. He pinned Doggett's hands to the mattress on either side of his head, intertwining their fingers. Then he levered himself up onto his knees to gain leverage and slammed again and again into Doggett's weary body. Doggett, impossibly, arched his body off the bed, threw his head back and *screamed* as his body was once more thrown into a raging inferno of pleasure. Male multiple orgasm. I had heard about it before, but I had never actually seen it. This time, Mulder let Doggett's climax pull him over the edge as well. He collapsed, spent, on top of Doggett, who was too far gone to notice the weight of Mulder's body. I briefly feared that Mulder had killed him with his affections. But then Mulder rolled off him, sat up in the bed and gathered the agent in his arms. Doggett's head lolled weakly and came to rest on Mulder's shoulder. The poor man was completely sapped of his strength, but he wasn't exactly complaining... Mulder held him, rubbing his back and cooing to him. Doggett tried to tell him something, but he just couldn't get enough breath to speak. "Shh..." Mulder whispered, placing two fingers against Doggett's lips to quiet him. "It's okay." Then Mulder pressed a tender kiss to his lover's forehead and continued to hold him, rocking slightly back and forth, until he fell asleep. I wished I could stay. I wanted to be able to get up, walk into that bedroom and join them in contented slumber, nestled safely between their bodies. But I knew my place suddenly and with painful clarity. And it wasn't with them. After one last lingering look at my partners - present and former - I slipped out of Mulder's apartment, quietly shutting the door behind me. ****** MULDER I have no idea how it happened. It took a threat of being mowed down by a bunch of government thugs for me to even *trust* John Doggett. If anyone had told me then that I would fall in love with Agent Doggett, I would have thought he was crazier than I was. But one day, one of our many pissy "head-butting territorial" arguments ended with the two of us playing tonsil hockey. I thought for sure that Spooky Mulder had gone off the deep end this time. And I figured that maybe the X-files were taking their toll on Doggett's sanity too. I was in love with Scully. Of course, chicken that I am, I had only gotten the nerve to tell her once. And since luck is not on my side, that one time was in the hospital, so Scully assumed I was too hopped up on painkillers to know what the hell I was saying. How could I be in love with two people at the same time? I wasn't even sure if either one would ever love me back. As it turned out, Doggett did. He was confused and cautious at first, but...oh, hell, we both were. We were both walking into unfamiliar territory and it scarred the shit out of us. But eventually, we grew comfortable with our relationship and stopped being embarrassed over our feelings for each other. I'll never forget the first time we made love. It was a Saturday night. On the bed in the seldom-used bedroom in my apartment. I wanted to give him so much to remember the night by that I think he's likely to remember nearly having a stroke. As I held him in my arms afterwards, rubbing his back and muttering a string of soothing nonsense in his ear, he attempted to speak. He looked like he had barely enough strength to breathe, but that didn't seem to stop him. The thing is he didn't have to say anything; I could see it all in his eyes. I saw confusion, exhilaration, doped-up happiness...and love. I placed two fingers over his lips and said "Shh...it's okay." /I know. / And when he saw the same emotions reflected in my eyes he relaxed and allowed me to rock him to sleep. That's when I heard my front door shut. At first, I thought it was just me being paranoid, but then I caught a scent in the air that I had been too preoccupied to notice before. Scully's perfume. How long had she been there? Had she watched me make love to her newly appointed partner? I didn't know what to make of it, so I decided I'd think about it in the morning. I got a glass of water and a washcloth and sat on the edge of the bed beside Doggett. I set the glass aside and cleaned the evidence of our encounters off of his body as gently as I could. After making a trip to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth, I began to wash the sweat from his body reverently. His eyes opened and he smiled sleepily at me. "Hey," I whispered, pausing in my ministrations to run my hand through his hair. "Would you like some water?" I had figured he might be thirsty after his exertions. He nodded. I picked up the glass, slipped my hand underneath his neck and lifted his head. I held the glass to his lips and let him drink slowly so he wouldn't choke. When he finished I lowered his head carefully and resumed stroking his hair. "Go back to sleep, okay?" I said quietly. "Mmm..." He struggled to open his eyes and finally managed to say one word. "Stay." I put the washcloth and glass on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. Then I climbed into bed beside him, gathering him in my arms. "I will," I breathed in his ear. Then I kissed him on the top of his head as he drifted to sleep. I soon followed. THE END OF PART I Title: Surrendering to Temptation (2/2) Author: Diandra Hollman E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com Website: http://agenthollman.topcities.com/main/index.html Date Finished: 10/04/2001 Spoilers: Yeah, right... Rating: NC-17 (Buh, bye kids!) Classification: SR, absolutely no plot whatsoever. Keywords: Mulder/Scully/Doggett romance, SLASH Archives: I don't care, as long as my name is on it. E-mail me and tell me so I know where to look for it. Disclaimer: Obviously, Chris Carter would never allow me to provide episode ideas - he'd have to change the name of the show to "The X-Rated Files" :) Summary: "I keep telling you, Scully, you have to be more open to extreme possibilities." Author's notes: In this universe, Scully was never pregnant. I just didn't feel like trying to juggle that particular story element. Thank you to the people who have sent me feedback on part one of this story, I loved reading your e-mails! *If you would like to send me feedback on this story, please send it to the e-mail address listed above. Flames will be read, but might result in vicious essay-writing (see essay on my website). Flames from Doggett-haters will be returned to sender.* Surrendering to Temptation (2/2) By Diandra Hollman All Sunday I thought about what had happened the night before. I finally decided I would pay a visit to Doggett and Scully at the bureau on Monday morning. I figured I could confirm my suspicions then. They were in the "X-Files office", otherwise known as the "basement", going over some paperwork. Scully seemed a bit surprised and, dare I presume, a bit uncomfortable by my presence. Doggett just smiled at me and went back to work. I started my plans of putting Scully to the test. I wanted to know how much she had seen, how much she knew. I stood behind Doggett and leaned over his shoulder - well into his personal space, but of course, he didn't mind - and asked him how they were holding up, what files they were working on, blah, blah, blah. I watched Scully out of the corner of my eye to see if my close proximity to her partner was getting any response. She pretended not to notice, but I could see she was flustered. I figured I would have to be a little more obvious to be sure. So I began an intense massage of Doggett's neck and shoulders. Doggett groaned in approval and leaned into my hands. The noise caught Scully's attention and her head snapped up in our direction suddenly, as I had hoped it would. When she saw what I was doing, she turned away sheepishly, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. That was enough to convince me she knew about Doggett and me. If she hadn't, I'm sure she would have been staring at me with that look she gets whenever I do something she thinks is a sign I am totally off my nut. "How long were you there?" The words were out of my mouth before I even realized I had spoken them. Scully turned back to face me. "Excuse me?" "How long were you in my apartment Saturday night?" Now Doggett's eyes were open and he had a confused expression on his face. "I..." If Scully's face wasn't red before, it sure was now. Doggett turned to her. "Scully?" Scully took a moment to gather her wits, and then looked me in the eye and said: "I went to your apartment to check up on you. I hadn't heard from you in a long time, I was a little worried. I knocked, but apparently you didn't hear me. Then I heard you yelling and I panicked. I let myself in with the spare key." She dropped her eyes again, unable to meet my gaze. There was a moment of silence before I asked my next question. "How much did you see?" Now she was in an awkward position. "It's none of my business-" I interrupted her, speaking slower this time. "How much did you see?" Scully's mouth opened and shut several times, but she remained silent, her eyes pleading with me to drop the subject. "I'm going to go get something to drink," Doggett mumbled, leaving the office quickly so Scully and I could be alone. Scully started to get up and walk out after him. I blocked her path easily. "Mulder, please," she begged, trying to brush past me. I grabbed her arms, planting myself directly in front of her. "Look at me," I demanded. Several heartbeats later, she did. There were so many emotions in her eyes that it was difficult for me to separate them, let alone identify any of them. I could see fear. Of what, I wasn't certain. I saw confusion. But I also saw the one emotion she had yet to reveal to me. Love. She loved me. Suddenly nothing else seemed important anymore. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just kissed her. It wasn't the violently passionate kiss I had once imagined our first kiss would be - I didn't want to scare her off - it was gentle and loving. I broke the kiss after a minute and our gazes locked. "I love you." There. I'd said it. I only hoped I got a better response this time. "Please don't do this..." Well, it was better than 'oh brother'. "Do what," I asked innocently. "You and Agent Doggett..." Ah! So that was it. She thought she had lost me to Doggett. Here I had thought that my love for these two would never be returned and now it was being returned by *both* at the same time! Why can't anything be simple? "How do you feel about Doggett," I asked cautiously. She sighed. "He's a good man. Good partner. Good friend..." "Do you think you could love him?" Her mouth remained frozen in an open position for a long time. Her eyes widened. "You don't mean..." I laughed. I couldn't help it, she was just so adorable! "I keep telling you, Scully, you have to be more open to extreme possibilities." A smile started to creep into her expression in spite of herself. "Don't worry," I reassured her as I hugged her to my chest. "We'll find a way to make this work." ***** DOGGETT That Weekend (an unspecified time later) Day 1 More than a few times that weekend I found myself wondering what my old drill sergeant would have had to say about my behavior. I'm sure it would not have been pleasant to hear. I had thought my recruitment into the X-Files division had been the strangest thing that ever happened to me, but that was just the beginning. I'll confess, I had a bit of a crush on Agent Scully from the start. I would bet that some unconscious, hormone-driven part of my brain labeled her throwing water in my face as "playing hard-to-get". And then I met Agent Mulder. If I had thought it was difficult to win Scully's trust, then winning Mulder's was damned near impossible! Had it not been for the Lone Gunmen, I'm sure we would've died in that computer databank. We argued more often than not. It was during one of those arguments that he threw me for a loop. We had gotten particularly vocal, both of us swearing up a blue streak, and finally we stopped and just stared at each other, nostrils flared, each waiting for the other to stand down. When his hand started to move towards me, I anticipated a punch to my jaw and started bringing my arm up to block him. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me brutally, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I figured either he had completely fallen off his wagon or he was trying to shock me into silence. Anyway, one thing led to another and we became lovers. It was so unbelievable it was insane; me with another man... I just knew my grandfather was rolling over in his grave. The weirdest part was, I still had the hots for Scully. Eventually, Mulder, Scully and I figured out that we all shared similar feelings. We were all in love with each other, whether we had admitted it yet or not. We took the time to just talk about our feelings - all three of us - and the possible direction of our relationship. That weekend, Mulder and Scully stayed at my place. I think we chose my house because *my* neighbors were not within earshot. I got the impression that I was the only one who felt nervous that first night. None of us had ever been in a three-person relationship before, but I had one more handicap: as well as I knew Mulder and Scully, I didn't know them nearly as well as they knew each other. I think they sensed that - they were so gentle with me, they made sure I felt welcome and comfortable. It started out with all three of us standing at the foot of the bed. Mulder behind me kissing my neck and Scully in front of me holding my hand and spreading kisses from wrist to palm - surreptitiously unbuttoning the cuffs on my shirt. I grabbed her behind the neck and pulled away from Mulder to kiss her mouth hungrily. She pulled away after a while and smiled at me - one of her rare smiles - as she began to remove my belt. I felt my shirt slipping from my shoulders. It took a while for my clouded brain to realize that Mulder had removed it. Soon, I was completely naked and then I felt *really* nervous. Mulder - still behind me - pressed my back against his chest. Then he entwined his fingers with mine and wrapped both of our arms around my chest, holding me securely. I was reminded of our first night together. This time, however, I was being held at Scully's mercy. My eyes begged her to be gentle with me. She knelt in front of me and I felt my already painful erection harden even further. I groaned. She stroked my abdomen lightly, making soothing noises, trying to reassure me. Her mouth followed the path her hand paved. When she reached my erection, she paused briefly, then moved her hand over it in a caress that had only slightly more pressure than a soft breeze. Then, suddenly and without warning, she engulfed me in her mouth. I cried out. My head fell back on Mulder's shoulder and I began chanting a lot of mindless babble. "Oh, God...please...don't stop...'s so good..." Then I was coming. Hard. It vaguely occurred to me that I had not given her a warning first, but I was too far gone to care. Mulder shifted me in his arms to better support my dead weight. He was the only thing keeping me on my feet. Scully was stroking my spasmimg thighs, waiting for me to come back down to Earth. I vaguely heard Mulder ask, "How did you do that?" I figured he was talking to Scully, but I never heard her answer. I didn't know what he was referring to until I felt Scully's fingers brush my still-very-erect penis. Whatever she had done, she had allowed me a sort of partial release. Orgasm without ejaculation. As a result, my penis was more sensitive than I ever remember it being before. Every slight graze of her fingers was pure torture. Scully got up off the floor suddenly and fell backward to lay sprawled across the bed. I noticed for the first time that she was naked as well, but I had no idea when or how that had happened. I didn't care either. She was beautiful. Her pale skin was turning a shade closer to the brilliant red of her hair as her arousal strengthened. Of course, since I am a red-blooded male, I was all but hypnotized by her breasts. Her nipples were already deep red and drawn up tight, pointing skyward. She smiled at my expression and drew her knees up, resting her feet on the edge of the bed and letting her knees fall open unashamedly. /Jesus,/ I thought. /We've barely even started and already she's gonna kill me!/ I gawked at the flesh she had just bared to me. The thought ran through my mind that she really was a natural redhead, but at the moment that really wasn't important to me. She was already wet in anticipation, her nether lips spreading to reveal her dark pink channel. God, she was perfect. Mulder supported me as I approached the bed. I knelt over Scully and began kissing her, taking my time, wanting to make her as frantic with need as I was. Her response was to wrap her legs around my waist and, using one hand to guide me and one hand on my ass to prevent me from escaping, she thrust me into her in one movement. I choked on my breath. She was so hot and tight...I tried to move, but she wouldn't let me. She held me firmly and drew patterns on my lower back with her fingers until I thought I might die of pleasure right there in her arms. The next thing I knew, she had flipped us over so that she was straddling me and began rolling her hips at a leisurely speed. She pinned my hands to the mattress next to my head, entwining our fingers. Again, I was reminded of my first night with Mulder. I guess she really *had* been watching us. That thought brought me even closer to my second orgasm of the night. I was afraid I would be alone, so I bucked my hips, trying hard to hit her pleasure spots, but it was difficult since I couldn't use my hands and I had little leverage from my position. She shook her head at my efforts and murmured "It's okay... just let go...I'm fine." I grunted and continued my attempts to bring her with me. "Doggett, listen to me," she demanded. "I want you to let go." Never let it be said that I would refuse a lady's wishes. I arched my back from the bed and shouted as light exploded behind my eyelids and I came so hard I was sure I would pass out. Actually, maybe I did. At any rate, the next thing I was aware of were the wet sounds of sex. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Mulder making love to Scully on the other side of the bed. /God, they are so beautiful,/ I thought. I could tell that this time it was all for Scully's pleasure. Mulder was taking his time, driving her totally insane; something I'm sure he's been doing for years, but this time she wasn't complaining. I couldn't take my eyes from her face; she was looking at Mulder with such a loving expression... I wonder if Mulder had seen a similar expression on my face earlier. Scully was panting, her chest and neck were flushed, turning deep red as she neared climax. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she came to the very edge...when Mulder suddenly stopped and pulled away from her. I watched her expression change from breathless anticipation to confusion to pleading desperation to homicidal intention. "What the *hell* are you doing?" she demanded. By way of answer, Mulder turned to me and asked "Doggett, how do you feel about cunnilingus?" ****************** Mulder shifted Scully so that she straddled my face, then knelt behind her, thrusting back in her gaping sex. She groaned at the sensations the new angle created. Mulder cupped the back of my head and coaxed me forward, urging me without words to use my mouth on her tight little bundle of nerves. I kissed her gently and she gasped. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of the small bud, flicking the tip teasingly. Her hips jerked towards my face and she moaned. She gripped the spindles of the headboard tightly, her muscles flexing in time with Mulder's steady thrusts. With every in- stroke, Mulder's sac bumped into my chin. I reached behind Scully to cup him as I went from teasing to suckling on Scully's engorged clitoris. I'm sure Mulder had been in an aroused state since we first started and the addition of my touch was bringing him steadily towards a finish. I felt him try to hold back. He buried his face in Scully's shoulder and I heard a muffled "Don't...wanna come...yet." Scully reached for my hand and guided it to a spot just behind Mulder's penis. "Just before he starts to come, press here. Like this..." She pressed my fingers firmly into Mulder's flesh and his hips spasmed against her. She reached back to rub his hip soothingly and murmured "It's okay. You can let go." As he resumed his thrusts, I redoubled my attentions, now trying to give them both release. I sucked harder on Scully's bud, flicking my tongue over it at steady intervals. I rolled Mulder's testicles in one hand with an equally firm pressure and used my other hand to press a finger to the skin between his sac and his anus. They both cried out and I grinned at my success, inadvertently causing my teeth to clamp down on Scully. She screamed as she fell abruptly over the edge into mindless pleasure. I felt Mulder's testicles draw up into his body as I knew Scully's orgasmically clenching muscles were pulling him over as well. I pressed two fingers into the spot Scully had shown me just before he let out a non-sensical shout and followed Scully into oblivion. I slid down on the bed to avoid being suffocated as Scully collapsed bonelessly to the matress. I was careful to keep pressure on Mulder until the last of his spasms died off and he, too, collapsed, draping himself over Scully's back. I lay beside them and gazed into their flushed and sweaty faces. I held Scully's hand, lacing our fingers together, and rubbed my other hand in small circles on Mulder's back as I waited for them to come back down from their high. Mulder was the first to return. I smiled as he tried to focus his bleary eyes on me. He returned my smile with the lazy smirk of a sated man. He pulled out of Scully, drawing a groan from both of them. I was happy to note that I had successfully followed Scully's directions. Mulder was still very much erect - painfully so from the look of it. He leaned down to kiss me languidly. "Top or bottom?" he murmured against my lips. I groaned. "Top..." Mulder pulled away. When he returned, a condom had somehow appeared in his hand. He slipped it over me gently. "You're gonna have to take the back, I don't think I can handle that right now." I had no idea what he meant until he handed me the tube of lubrication he had left on the bedside table earlier and sat back against the headboard, pulling Scully astride him. He thrust into her again, drawing another groan from both. Then he locked his eyes with mine as he cupped the perfect little globes of her ass and massaged suggestively. /Oh God.../ My hand was shaking as I opened the tube; the thought of what was happening making me feel both incredibly aroused and incredibly nervous. I applied the cream liberally to my renewed erection and Scully's tiny, puckered hole. I stretched her carefully with my fingers before I knelt behind her, straddling Mulder's outstretched legs, and began pushing into her gently. She gasped and clutched at Mulder desperately, digging her fingernails into his skin. I could tell she was a virgin to this particular kind of sex. I could see why Mulder didn't think he could handle it - she was so tight, I wasn't sure how long *I* could last and I wasn't as sensitized as he was. Scully had gone perfectly still and was making whimpering noises against Mulder's shoulder. "Shit...I'm hurting you," I managed to gasp. I began to back out, apologizing, when she reached back and grabbed my hip forcefully. "Don't you dare," she growled. Well, it's the thought that counts, right? When I was finally completely enveloped inside her I paused. I was once again struck by how tiny she was. I was sure both me and Mulder inside her was too much for her to take; we had to be rearranging organs. But Scully is a tough lady and she can sometimes be determined to the point of bull-headed stubbornness. I could feel Mulder pressing against me through the thin wall of flesh separating us. I knew any movement on my part would force me to brush against the sensitive underside of his penis. That would have been difficult enough for him under normal circumstances; in his ultra-sensitive state I was sure it would be damn near impossible for him to last very long. I pulled back slowly, drawing a gasp from Scully and a long, tortured groan from Mulder. I pushed back in just as slowly and felt Mulder begin to squirm. He gripped the headboard spindles and gasped for control. Scully was no longer content to remain motionless while I pumped into her. She planted her hands firmly beside Mulder's and began to rock back and forth between us. Every forward motion brought Mulder as deep inside her vagina as possible and pulled away from me until I almost slipped out of her. Every backward motion did exactly the opposite. Her breathing turned ragged very quickly from the constant stimulation on both sides. I reached my hand between her and Mulder and massaged the spot that would bring her to orgasm even faster. She shrieked and reached one hand back to grab me behind the neck as she arched and ground herself into my hand. Even in her awkward position, she kept on rocking back and forth, barely breaking rhythm. Mulder was the first to go. He arched his back and cried out to a God he claims he doesn't even believe in as he exploded. His release triggered Scully's. She stilled for a moment before the pleasure washed over her. Then she bucked uncontrollably and wailed an inarticulate sound and I knew she was gone. I held still inside her as she spasmed. Her muscles squeezed me mercilessly and before I even knew what was happening, I too had gone over the edge. The next thing I was aware of was Scully's small hand gently removing the condom from my spent penis. Mulder had already fallen asleep. Scully retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom and used it to clean the sticky fluids from Mulder's groin and thighs. He groaned in his sleep, but otherwise didn't acknowledge her efforts. She moved to sit by me on the bed and repeated the same process. I groaned as well. We made eye contact as she washed me, and I tried to convey everything I wanted to tell her but just couldn't say. I loved her. I would do anything for her. I would die for her. I felt my heart swell as I saw all of my feelings for her reciprocated one hundred percent. When she had finished with me, she cleaned herself off. Then she threw the cloth over her shoulder carelessly. I would have laughed at her flippancy if I'd had the energy, but I was so drained I knew it wouldn't be long before I lost consciousness. Scully curled up next to me on the bed, reaching over to clasp Mulder's hand in hers. She pressed a kiss to my chest and told me to go to sleep. As I said, I'd never refuse a lady, especially not Scully. ***** That weekend Day 2 I awoke to Scully's hot little tongue teasing my ear. I groaned and reached to wrap my arms around her to encourage her attentions. I didn't get far before something pulled me back. I felt a pressure around my wrists anchoring me to the headboard. I thought it might be handcuffs, but they didn't feel like metal. I opened my eyes to complete darkness. "What the hell is goin' on?" My voice sounded sleepy and confused even to my own ears. "Trust me Agent Doggett," she purred. "You're gonna love it." Her hand brushed over my stomach and she scratched her nails maddeningly through my pubic hair. "I found it!" Mulder's voice made me jump. I heard him enter the room as Scully abandoned her play and sat up on the bed. No matter how I feel about Mulder, at that moment I wanted to kill him for his interruption. I felt the bed give as Mulder lay down next to me. "You're awake," he said for no particular reason. Then he began nibbling on my neck and brushing his fingers along my ribs. When Scully was ready with whatever it was she had sent Mulder to find she lifted my knees so my feet were flat on the bed and spread my legs wide. I was completely exposed and vulnerable. I was also incredibly aroused. I trusted these two with my life, they could do whatever they wanted with my body - as long as it led to a release of the aching pressure I was feeling. I felt Scully place tiny kisses on the insides of my knees and thighs. Her hands slid under me and tilted my hips to better expose my ass. Then she spread my cheeks and I felt her rub KY-slickened fingers against my anus. I could feel Mulder's eyes on me as his hand drew circles on my clenching abdomen. "Tell me if I'm hurting you," Scully murmured as she started to push a blunt object inside me. Mulder's hand moved to my chest, playing with my nipples. The thing was long, almost as long as Mulder, but not nearly as thick. Scully was gentle as she guided it past the tight ring of muscles, pulled it almost all the way out and then pushed it back in even deeper than before. As she did this, I felt the tapered end of it and realized that it must be a plastic dick. A dildo. I groaned. Then I felt Mulder's mouth close over one of my nipples and choked back a whimper. Scully finally got the entire thing pushed inside me. She paused as I gasped for breath - my uncertainty in the situation, the fact that I could not tell what either of them were doing to me, making me spin out of control at a dizzying rate. "Do you want me to stop," Scully asked softly as she brushed the hand not holding the dildo in place along my thigh. I wanted to say "Are you crazy?!" but all I could manage was a violent shake of my head and a breathless "Nuh..." I just knew, even without the benefit of sight, that she was smiling at that moment. I felt something wet slide across my abdomen. It trailed lower towards my penis and I realized that it was a tongue, although I wasn't sure whose tongue it was. Then a mouth surrounded my aching erection and I no longer cared who it was, just as long as they didn't stop. Scully had started a steady rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing the dildo. I desperately wanted her to speed up, but I knew she was afraid she would hurt me. I had long lost the ability to speak coherently anyway. I focused on the mouth that moved over me in a similar rhythm. It had to be Mulder's. Surely I had learned the feel of his mouth by that point...and I was pretty sure Scully's tongue was not quite so limber. I gripped the chains holding me to the bed firmly. They were, in fact, handcuffs. I wondered vaguely why they were not scraping my wrists raw. I bucked into Mulder's mouth, inadvertently forcing the dildo deeper. I froze, feeling the oncoming of orgasm building up inside me. It took a while for my pleasure-addled brain to register the sudden loss of sensation as Mulder pulled away from me abruptly. I bucked my hips again, confused, and realized that Scully's hands had also abandoned me, although the dildo was still firmly planted inside me. I whimpered, knowing I sounded pathetic, but not caring. I felt betrayed and I was frustrated as hell. I felt Scully's naked form press up against my side. She placed her warm little hand on the center of my heaving chest and positioned her lips so close to my ear that I could feel her breath. That alone was almost enough to drive me mad. "Tell us what you want, Agent Doggett," she whispered, making my whole body shiver. "I..." Obviously, my brain was not quite up to intelligible conversation yet. She shifted until she was leaning over me. The hand that had been on my chest began stroking my face soothingly. "Tell us," she cooed gently. I wanted to cry in frustration. I whimpered again, hoping they would take pity on me and either finish me off or shoot me. "Shh...it's all right," she murmured. Easy for her to say. I focused all my energy on speech, managing only one word. "Please." "Please what?" she coaxed, and I wanted to scream. I started thrashing desperately. Scully pulled away from me as I went into what I can only describe as a tantrum. When I had calmed down, I felt Scully's fingers brushing my damp forehead. "Just tell us what you want, John," she said softly, sounding very much like a mother attempting to reason with her temperamental child. "Co..." I swallowed, trying to catch my breath. "Come...I wa... want to come." I felt completely drained of energy and hoped she wouldn't demand any more from me for the time being. She kissed me sweetly on the lips and breathed one word into me. "Yes." Then her hand moved to the false dick still inside me. I heard a click and the dildo began to vibrate violently. Scully's mouth covered mine roughly, swallowing my scream as I was thrown abruptly into what I firmly believed to be the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. ***** SCULLY: I gently removed the vibrator from inside Doggett as I covered his face with soothing kisses. Mulder busied himself with removing the fur-lined cuffs from Doggett's wrists and bringing his arms back down to his sides. Then Mulder carefully massaged his arms to restore circulation, drawing a groan from him. I untied the blindfold I had wrapped around his head earlier, while he was still sleeping. His eyes opened. They were still glassy and unfocused. I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his head towards me. He blinked several times before his eyes finally locked with mine. I smiled. "Are you okay," I asked, hoping I hadn't gone to far this time. He emitted something that sounded like both a sigh and a growl, closed his eyes and nodded, smiling the lazy smile of a man utterly contented. I looked over at Mulder for the first time since he had brought me the vibrator. I had known what we were doing would arouse him, but I had not known to what extent. His breathing had deepened and his eyes had turned almost black with lust. His erection was nearly purple. I never knew this little amount of bondage and domination would excite him so much. He bent over Doggett and - with as much self control as he could muster - kissed, nibbled, and licked Doggett's neck gently. Doggett groaned and wrapped a hand around the back of Mulder's neck. But Mulder had apparently lost all interest in foreplay, and within seconds he had flipped Doggett over onto his hands and knees and buried himself in Doggett's spent body. Doggett's breath hissed through his teeth as his back arched reflexively. I was getting ready to tell Mulder it was too soon for this - that Doggett was probably not ready yet - until I saw the look on Doggett's face. He was completely lost in a haze of pleasure that seemed to have only been intensified by his recent climax. Mulder growled appreciatively and latched his mouth on the back of Doggett's neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. Doggett responded by bucking his hips, thrusting wantonly into Mulder. They looked, for all intents and purposes like rutting animals. And the sight was arousing as hell. I heard a loud, lustful groan and was startled to discover it had come from me. The sound seemed to get through to Mulder, breaking his trance. He looked at me with a knowing smirk as he reached down to stroke Doggett's newly revived erection. Doggett grunted and sped up his thrusts. There was a challenge in Mulder's eyes. He knew I was responding to the sight of him fucking Doggett so enthusiastically, with so little abandon. He was daring me to do something about it - and I'm not usually one to pass up on a dare. I ducked my head underneath Doggett's body and flicked my tongue over the tip of his penis, catching the drop of fluid that had collected there. He gasped and went utterly still. I licked him from base to tip several times until I could distinctly hear him panting. Mulder pushed at my shoulders until I let go of Doggett and sat up. Mulder held Doggett's hips firmly as he stilled his own, denying them both release. Doggett struggled for a few seconds and then moaned in exasperation. "C'mon, Mulder, you're killin' me here," he pleaded. Mulder laughed and then whispered something in Doggett's ear. Doggett got the same wild look in his eyes that I had seen in Mulder's earlier. He began squirming impatiently. "Come over here, Scully..." THE END Don't worry...there *will* be a sequel! Title: Surrendering to Temptation II Author: Diandra Hollman E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com Website: http://agenthollman.topcities.com/main/index.html Rating: NC-17. Definitely. Classification: S R Keywords: MSR, DSR, Mulder/Scully/Doggett romance, Slash, SMUT! Spoilers: Not a chance Disclaimer: You really think Chris Carter would have let his characters do this on prime time television? ;P Archive: Let me know first so I can see it! :) Summary: Doggett, Scully and a bed. Mulder, Doggett and a shower. Mulder, Scully and some ice cream. What do you get when you put all of this together? A really demented romance? Yeah, probably... ;) Continuation of Surrendering to Temptation. Mulder, Scully and Doggett explore their relationship together. No real plot. Just pure, smutty, fluff. ;) Dedication: To my SHODDS sisters. I know this is not a typical DSR story, but, hey, this works too, right? ;) To Lisa, for sticking with me and nagging me consistently to finish these stories. ;) To the person who invented the winking emoticon, because obviously I would be lost without it! ;) Just kidding... To Neige, for getting me to go back to this story when all my energy was going into my DoggettTorture series...again, sorry! :) And to everybody else who has sent me feedback and support; you have reminded me why I love writing! Thank you! :) Author's Notes: My biggest fear with this story is that I've tried too hard to cater to so many genres at once that *nobody* will like it. It contains MSR, DSR, MDR and MDSR (it's a new category...I created it. ;)) But I've already gotten dippers complaining that the story contains slash and slashers complaining that the story contains het! :::bashes forehead on desk::: So, here's my plea to readers: please please *please* try to remain open minded! If you can't do then, then please don't read this story and *please* don't flame me for it! :::falls to knees on the floor::: I'm begging you here! :::pause::: Oh, get your mind out of the gutter! ;P This is the sequel to Surrendering to Temptation. You can find that story on my site, listed above. :) Surrendering to Temptation II By Diandra Hollman **cue Chris Carter saying "last time on the X-Files"** I looked over at Mulder for the first time since he had brought me the vibrator. I had known what we were doing would arouse him, but I had not known to what extent. His breathing had deepened and his eyes had turned almost black with lust. His erection was nearly purple. I never knew this little amount of bondage and domination would excite him so much. He bent over Doggett and - with as much self control as he could muster - kissed, nibbled, and licked Doggett's neck gently. Doggett groaned and wrapped a hand around the back of Mulder's neck. But Mulder had apparently lost all interest in foreplay, and within seconds he had flipped Doggett over onto hands and knees and buried himself in Doggett's spent body. Doggett's breath hissed through his teeth as his back arched reflexively. I was getting ready to tell Mulder it was too soon for this - that Doggett was probably over-stimulated and needed more time to recover - until I saw the look on Doggett's face. He was completely lost in a haze of pleasure that seemed to have only been intensified by his recent climax. Mulder growled appreciatively and latched his mouth on the back of Doggett's neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. Doggett responded by bucking his hips, thrusting wantonly into Mulder. They looked, for all intents and purposes like rutting animals. And the sight was arousing as hell. I heard a loud, lustful groan and was startled to discover it had come from me. The sound seemed to get through to Mulder, breaking his trance. He looked at me with a knowing smirk as he reached down to stroke Doggett's newly revived erection. Doggett grunted and sped up his thrusts. There was a challenge in Mulder's eyes. He knew I was responding to the sight of him fucking Doggett so enthusiastically, with so little abandon. He was daring me to do something about it - and I'm not usually one to pass up on a dare. I ducked my head underneath Doggett's body and flicked my tongue over the tip of his penis, catching the drop of fluid that had collected there. He gasped and went utterly still. I licked him from base to tip several times until I could distinctly hear him panting. Mulder pushed at my shoulders until I let go of Doggett and sat up. Mulder held Doggett's hips firmly as he stilled his own, denying them both release. Doggett struggled for a few seconds and then moaned in exasperation. "C'mon, Mulder, you're killin' me here," he pleaded. Mulder laughed and then whispered something in Doggett's ear. Doggett got the same wild look in his eyes that I had seen in Mulder's earlier. He began squirming impatiently. "Come over here, Scully." I jumped at the sound of Mulder's lust-deepened voice. I watched as his hand moved once again to Doggett's erection and I suddenly understood...I felt my breathing quicken exponentially as my arousal kicked up several notches. I managed to squeeze myself between Doggett and the mattress, letting my legs fall to the outside of his. Doggett reached one hand between us towards my center, but Mulder halted his movement, replacing Doggett's hand to where it had lain beside my head. "Let me..." he murmured. I felt Mulder's hands on my thighs then, urging me to open my legs wider. I complied and felt his fingers brush my aroused flesh. I was embarrassingly far beyond the stage where teasing would do anything for me, yet Mulder seemed intent on teasing me into insanity. I reached for his hand and tried to tell him without words that I wanted more. Fortunately, he is a smart man; he knew better than to piss me off. Hey, I shot him once before, I'm sure I wouldn't hesitate before doing it again if he pushed me hard enough. I felt his fingers plunge into me without further delay. I sighed and began rolling my hips in concert with his thrusts... *********** DOGGETT: I was sure I would lose it when Scully wedged herself under my body. I was already being driven mad with the feel of Mulder holding so goddamn still inside me...I swear, the man is a freakin' sadist! I nearly came just watching Scully gain pleasure at Mulder's manual manipulation. I whimpered, reminding them that I had been neglected. Scully responded by pulling my face to hers and plunging her tongue in my mouth, effectively silencing me. Mulder brought his hand - now slick with Scully's juices - to my erection, spreading the moisture over it. My groan was muffled by Scully's mouth. When he was satisfied with his little torture session, Mulder placed me at Scully's entrance and, thrusting his own hips into me, pushed me inside. I nearly lost it that instant. Feeling myself inside Scully and Mulder inside me at the same time was almost too much for me to take. I wondered if the sensations had been so incredible for Scully earlier - when both Mulder and I had been inside her. Scully suddenly got an evil little twinkle in her eye and reached up to pinch my nipples, causing my hips to jerk reflexively. "You keep doing that and this won't last much longer," I groaned. Scully gave an exaggerated pout and said "Then we'll just have to do it again, won't we?" I felt my pulse accelerate. Mulder broke the spell by pulling almost all of the way out of me and pushing back in with a snap of his hips. The movement drove me impossibly deeper inside Scully. I heard her moan in unison with my strangled gasp. I felt Mulder's hand rub gentle circles on my back. "Too much," he asked simply. I shook my head, incapable of coherent speech at that point. "Okay, I'm gonna let you be in control," he whispered, backing out of me slightly. After a moment of uncertainty, I pushed back against him, feeling my own erection slip out of Scully as I was fully impaled by Mulder. I grunted and moved in the opposite direction, back into Scully, and felt Mulder slide out of me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I also knew Mulder would be right behind me. I just hoped we wouldn't be leaving Scully behind. I tried to reach between our bodies to stroke the little bundle that would send her flying, but found I was shaking too much to be able to support myself on only one arm. Mulder saw my dilemma and reached under me to do it himself. I moaned gratefully and returned my focus to the incredible pleasure of being so exquisitely trapped between my lovers. I heard Scully groan and felt her thrust up at me as Mulder pushed her closer to insanity. I gave up trying to hold back. I began thrusting frantically, the pleasure building faster than I ever thought possible due to the constant stimulation from both sides. My orgasm hit me with blinding speed, knocking the breath from me. I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing my own voice scream as if from a great distance. I felt like I was spinning out of control, but I wasn't afraid. I knew I was safe. Mulder and Scully wouldn't have it any other way. I felt Scully's muscles clamp down on me viciously and heard her let out a small cry as she reached her own climax. A second later, I felt Mulder pulse inside me as he, too, went over the edge. The last thing I remember is collapsing on top of Scully as, for the second time already that morning, my vision faded to black. ******* MULDER: I knew it was too much for him to handle so soon, all at once. Damn stubborn bastard... /Look who's talking,/ a little voice in the back of my mind teased. Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have pushed him, but damn if watching Scully's little domination role-play didn't turn me on! Just remembering him - all flushed and sweaty, thrashing helplessly and begging Scully to let him come - brought a familiar tightness to my groin. /Easy there, buddy, or you might kill him yet./ But what a way to go... I pulled out of him slowly, even though he wasn't consciously able to appreciate my efforts to minimize his discomfort. I removed the condom I had been wearing and threw it in the nearby wastebasket. I was ready to pull Doggett's unconscious body off of Scully so she could breathe, but one look at her face changed my mind. Her arms were wrapped securely around him, one hand alternately stroking his hair and massaging his neck. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, continuing to hold him deep inside her. She kissed his forehead, humming contentedly, and smiled at me. I smiled back and leaned over to kiss her. "I'm gonna go take a shower," I whispered. "Hmm..." she murmured, her eyes closing. I was a bit reluctant to leave the warm bed quite yet - not to mention the warm bodies *in* the bed - but I was starting to feel uncomfortably sweaty and sticky, and a hot shower sounded very inviting at the moment. I walked into the bathroom before I remembered I wasn't in my house and my shaving kit was in my bag - which was in the bedroom. I opened the bathroom door again and was about to walk back out to retrieve the bag when I heard a loud groan. I peeked around the door cautiously. Doggett had woken up and he and Scully were sharing a deep, slow kiss. He was still inside her, and as I watched Scully's hand traveled down his back to rest on his ass, pressing him deeper and causing them both to moan in pleasure. I decided my shower could wait. ************ SCULLY: I watched Mulder walk into the bathroom, my eyes trailing over the muscles in his back to linger on his ass. I didn't have time to get a really good look, though, before he disappeared, the bathroom door closing softly behind him. Doggett chose that moment to wake up, letting out a loud, contented groan as his awareness returned. He levered himself up on his elbows and smiled down at me. God help me, but I love that man's smile! But I didn't have time to fully appreciate that either before his lips were on mine, his kiss lazy but full of passion. I felt him twitch where he was still embedded deep inside of me. I skimmed my hand down his back to his ass and pulled him in even deeper. We groaned in unison at the sheer pleasure the movement brought us both and I felt his spent penis come back to life, filling me deliciously. He reached down to tilt my hips up, pressing them tightly against his own. I drew my legs up and hooked them securely around his waist to keep him there. He finally broke our kiss and brushed his lips against my ear. "Dana," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine at the sound of his sexy, rasping voice. "You're so beautiful..." I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a breathy "I...ungh..." I was already beyond coherence. He pressed soft, wet kisses to my neck and shoulders, unable to reach any further down the way I was holding him. His hand slipped under me and he coaxed me to arch my back up off the bed, thrusting my breasts forward, offering them up for him to ravage. And ravage them he did... I gasped as his lips closed over my left nipple, sucking greedily, his tongue swirling maddeningly. My hands abandoned their task of holding his body captive in favor of clutching his head to my breast. I ran my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, my hands straying occasionally to tug on his ears gently and run over his jaw, feeling the slight rasp of morning stubble. A rumble started somewhere in the vicinity of my chest, emerging from me as something akin to a purr. I felt so drunk with love...I never wanted the moment to end. Doggett dragged his hips back, pulling out of me in a long, slow, torturous movement. I tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back the whimper that rose in me at his retreat. He suckled on the sensitive skin of my throat in what was probably an attempt at distraction. Then he pushed back inside me, just as slowly, and just as torturously. I cried out with what little breath I had at the incredible sensations he was creating in me. I realized suddenly that, despite the number of times we had had sex the night before and already that morning, this was the first time we had actually made love. That realization alone pushed me closer to climax. But having Doggett make love to me was so wonderful that I didn't want it to end, so I tried to hold back the inevitable as long as humanly possible. Doggett's hips moved in sensuous circles, pressing upwards at the point of deepest penetration to hit that one spot that drove me to madness and I found I was no longer capable of staving off the inevitable. I vaguely noticed that Doggett's mouth had abandoned me entirely. He was hovering above me, his gaze locked on my face. His eyes had transformed from their normal bright blue to indigo with passion. My mouth opened and closed several times as I tried to speak. I wanted desperately to let him know what I was feeling when I looked so deep into those eyes. Three words finally spilled out. "I love you." They seemed horribly inadequate, but it was the best I could do at that moment. By way of reply, Doggett crushed his mouth to mine. I was sure I could have exploded from the intensity of his kiss without the addition of his steady, powerful thrusts into my body. The combination made me thrash against him as my arousal reached the point where it became almost painful. He broke the kiss and reached for my hands, lacing our fingers together and pressing them to the mattress beside my head. It had become a familiar gesture...one that was apparently a turn on for all of us. I was teetering madly on the edge of a cliff, waiting to fall over in a blinding release. And then it happened. "John..." I whispered just before I felt the coiled tension in my abdomen snap, spreading throughout my body. I closed my eyes and saw sparks flash behind my eyelids as I rode out what I was sure had to be the best orgasm I had ever had. It went on for so long that I vaguely remember thinking, /Shouldn't it be over by now?/ Then everything went black. ******** DOGGETT /Oh, God...she's unconscious/ was my first thought when the spasms milking me stopped and Dana went suddenly still. I forced my hips to stop thrusting - which at my arousal level was quite a challenge. "Dana?" She didn't answer. She didn't even move. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. She was out like a light. While that thought stroked my ego a bit, it also made me want to cry in frustration at the desperate throbbing between my legs that demanded relief. "Dana...honey. Can you hear me," I pleaded as I brushed her hair back from her sweaty face. My only answer was a soft snore. She was fast asleep. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry in frustration. As difficult as it would be, I knew I had to stop. My body screamed at me to finish what I had started, but I just couldn't do that with her unconscious. It wouldn't be decent. I gritted my teeth and pulled out of her, gasping as cool air met the sensitive skin that, until that point, had been kept warm by her body. I was at the bathroom door in record time. I heard the water begin running just as I opened the door and saw Mulder through the glass shower door. I closed the door and moved to stand over the toilet. I knew Mulder would be able to see me, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around my aching erection, still slick with Scully's juices. I could almost imagine I was still inside her. I choked back a groan, still wanting to be discrete so I wouldn't make Mulder uncomfortable. I began pumping my hand steadily until I was almost to the point I had been at just before Scully passed out. Then I felt a hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me mid-stroke. This time I couldn't hold back the frustrated whimper that rose in my throat. I opened my eyes to see Mulder leaning out of the open shower door, gazing at me intently. "Mulder, you are a sadistic bastard, you know that?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before I really had a chance to consider them. The asshole gave me a broad grin before he tilted his head to the side briefly in an inviting gesture and said "Get in here." I knew I didn't really have a choice. He would not let me go until I stepped into the shower with him. Not that I wasn't willing, but I was a bit pissed at being once again denied release. My chest would not stop heaving, my skin was flushed, and I was pretty sure my eyes were wild and unfocused. I stepped into the shower shakily, hearing him shut the door again behind me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the warmth of the water flowing over me and trying to force myself to relax. I felt Mulder step behind me and wrap his arms around my chest, pressing his body to mine. I felt his own erection nudge against the small of my back and groaned. "Shh..." he whispered in my ear. "You're over-stimulated. Just relax." "I'm tryin'," I gasped. His hands began stroking my chest as he softly kissed my neck and left shoulder. His right hand strayed down to my abdomen, just resting there, pressing ever so slightly - a warm, soothing presence. "Breathe..." he murmured. He began taking deep exaggerated breaths himself until I was unconsciously mimicking him. My racing heartbeat gradually slowed to a more normal rate. Then the hand resting on my abdomen smoothed upward and began circling my right nipple. I groaned. Mulder's other hand gripped my jaw and tipped my head back before he crushed his lips to mine. This time his tongue in my mouth muffled my groan. I grabbed the hand holding my chin and tried to bring it down to my throbbing erection, but Mulder stubbornly shifted it to the side and instead began stroking my thigh. I tried to arch my back and bring his own erection closer to where I wanted him to be, but he refused to loosen his grip. I broke the kiss to gasp out "For God's sake, would you just fuck me already?" He laughed at my impatience. "Believe me, John, I'd love to, but all the condoms are in the bedroom." I opened my mouth to tell him to forget the damn condoms, but stopped when I remembered why they were a necessity. Scully. Vaginal and anal sex don't exactly mix, and we didn't want to give her any infections. "Besides," Mulder continued. "You're bound to be getting sore in that area..." He reached between our bodies to rub his fingers against my anus gently, drawing a hiss from me as he touched the tender opening. He was right - all of our marathon sex was finally catching up to us. I wanted to cry in frustration. "Then stop teasing me and turn up the cold water tap." He chuckled. "No. I can think of something better...turn around." When I hesitated, he grabbed my shoulders and gently forced me to turn. Before I could question him, he had wrapped one hand behind my neck and drawn me in for another deep kiss. "Spread your legs," he whispered against my lips. This time I didn't hesitate, but my eyes questioned his as I moved to comply. When he was satisfied with my position, he gave me a brief, mischievous, smile and knelt on the shower floor in front of me. I gasped as I realized his intentions. Without breaking eye contact, Mulder reached one hand between my legs to gently cup my testicles. I hummed contentedly. He massaged them carefully before he leaned in and delivered small, delicate kisses and licks to the aching skin. I wove my hands through his hair in encouragement and squeezed his shoulders lightly. He looked up at me for a moment, smiling slightly, before his eyes closed and he ran his tongue up the underside of my penis and took the tip into his mouth. I moaned, my fingers clenching in his hair, as he sucked gently on the head, his tongue flicking the small indentation underneath. God, what that man could do with his tongue! His hand continued to massage my sac and I knew it would not be long before I came. After several more swirls of his tongue he began to take me deeper into his mouth. I grunted as I tried desperately to keep myself from thrusting my hips. I closed my eyes and let my head tip backwards, the water flowing over my hair as I concentrated on the pleasurable sensations Mulder was creating. Then Mulder took me into his throat. My eyes snapped open and I gasped as I felt the tight, rippling muscles squeeze the head of my penis. No one had ever deep-throated me before. I was so close... "Muh..." I swallowed, trying to hold off the inevitable for long enough to get the words out. "Mulder...gonna co...come." Instead of backing out of firing range, Mulder responded by reaching one hand back to stroke my perineum while the other continued to roll my scrotum. Then he started to hum deep in his throat, sending vibrations up and down my cock. I shouted his name as I came, pumping down his throat in long spurts. When the world stopped spinning and came back into focus, Mulder was standing in front of me with a cocky grin on his face - no pun intended. I growled and reached out to grab him behind the neck and pull him into a kiss. He came willingly and I groaned into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. The water was starting to get cold and I was starting to drop off into an orgasm-induced sleep. I shivered and let myself slump against Mulder, my head resting on his shoulder. He shifted to turn the water off and then ruffled his hand through my hair. "Hey. Stay awake for a minute. I'm not gonna carry you to bed." I made a disappointed sound but didn't raise my head. "Come on," Mulder continued, pulling open the shower door and reaching for a towel. I stood passively as he dried us both. I was starting to feel the weight of unconsciousness drag me down. Mulder caught me before I could crash into the shower tiles and helped me back into the bedroom. I flopped onto the bed, barely registering the fact that Scully was no longer there before my eyes slipped shut. I was vaguely aware of Mulder pulling the sheets up over me. I felt his lips brush my cheek gently. He whispered something to me just before sleep took over my mind. I couldn't be sure, but it sounded like he said "I love you." *********** MULDER I stayed with Doggett until his breathing evened out in deep sleep. I loved to watch him while he slept - he looked so young and beautiful. Seeing him like that just made me want to crawl in beside him and hold him - maybe wake him with a few gentle kisses while I thrust inside his sleep-warmed body. /Not this time buddy,/ I reminded myself. /Let him rest./ The erection that had been growing ever since I had pulled Doggett into the shower with me was beginning to throb insistently. I tried to ignore it and instead wandered the house looking for Scully, who had mysteriously disappeared from the bedroom. I found her in the kitchen, eating ice cream straight from the carton. "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" I teased. She looked up, startled, and swallowed guiltily. "Where's Doggett?" "Asleep." I leaned down to kiss her beautiful smiling lips. She gasped into my mouth. Whether from the sudden heat on her ice cream frozen tongue or because she could taste Doggett on mine, I couldn't be sure. I broke the kiss and smiled down at her. She offered me her ice cream laden spoon and I took it readily, my eyes never leaving hers. There was a definite sparkle there that I was sure I had never seen before. Maybe I'd seen the slightest hint of it on those rare occasions when she let out a genuine laugh, but never to the extent that I saw it in that moment. She was happy. She looked - excuse the cliché - like the cat that got the cream. I felt my chest puff up with pride at the thought that I had had a hand in that. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she put down the ice cream carton and spoon and placed her hands on my shoulders. Then she leaned in for another kiss as her hands ran down my chest, teasing my nipples briefly, and headed steadily south. By the time she got to my recently-neglected erection, it was weeping slightly. She wrapped her hand around it - gently but firmly - and as I pulled away from her mouth to gasp she whispered, "Hmm...this feels friendly," against my lips. I tried to respond with something witty, but all that came out was "Uuuunnnggh..." /Oh yeah, that was brilliant./ I rolled my eyes inwardly. The next thing I knew she was standing next to me and pushing me into her chair. Then she straddled me. It didn't matter that she was sitting on my thighs - far enough away that I could only feel a hint of the warmth emanating from her center - it still reduced my breathing to ragged gasps. I stared blindly at the kitchen ceiling as she began licking and sucking on my neck, nipping lightly at my Adam's apple. My hands fluttered along her back. I wanted so badly to touch her, but I was afraid to break the spell. So I just lay back and let her take control. I trusted her implicitly. "Mulder." /Huh? Wha...?/ I tore my gaze from the ceiling to see her smiling impishly at me, brandishing a spoon once more filled with ice cream. I felt a smile creep its way onto my lips before I opened my mouth and let her feed it to me. She pulled it out of my mouth a moment too soon - letting a little bit of the ice cream dribble down my chin. She clucked her tongue like a mother would scold her little boy and leaned in to lick up the spill. I moaned at the feel of her tongue on my skin and whimpered when she pulled away suddenly. I opened my eyes cautiously to see her re-load the spoon and bring it back to hover above my chest. By then it was mostly soup. A drop of the liquid rolled over the side of the spoon and dangled there for a moment - seemingly frozen in time - before it fell onto my left nipple. I gasped at the sudden cold, feeling the sensitive skin pucker. She held the spoon above my right nipple, causing me to squirm. I was entirely too aroused for this much teasing... I watched the growing drop of ice cream on the bottom of the spoon in fascination, panting helplessly. I watched it grow heavy with its own weight, ready to fall onto my suddenly straining flesh. At the last moment, Scully leaned in to catch the drop on her own tongue. She smiled up at me wickedly. I groaned, unsure if I was relieved or frustrated. Before I had the chance to figure that one out she lifted her hips - positioning herself over my straining erection. She paused for a moment or two. However long it was, it was too long for my taste... I grabbed her hips and tried to force her down, but she batted my hands away, flashing me another wicked smile. She was enjoying torturing me a little too much. "Impatient, are we," she asked teasingly. I moaned. "Scully..." I didn't care if I sounded like a three- year-old. I was getting desperate. I was beginning to feel sympathy for Doggett, remembering the similar way she had teased him earlier. I wondered if my begging turned her on as much as his begging had turned me on. "What, Mulder," she asked innocently. I had an advantage over Doggett though. After watching teasing routine on him, I knew what exactly she wanted to hear. "Take me," I whispered. "I want to be inside you...I want to come in you." I heard her breath hitch and watched as her eyes darkened. I cried out as she sat down on me abruptly, plunging me inside her in one thrust. She was so hot and tight... I wasn't sure how much longer I would last. I could feel her juices trickling down to soak the inside of my thighs and coat my sac. A whimper was ripped out of my throat, only to be muffled when her lips clamped over mine, her tongue plunging deep inside my mouth. I tried to return the kiss, but found that I was too far-gone to focus on the task. I was no longer capable of exerting any control whatsoever. Which was fine by me. She had taken control of me from the moment I stepped into the kitchen and I had gladly handed over the reigns. She rocked herself back and forth leisurely on my lap. She had all the time in the world. I knew she was not going to come this time, but I didn't feel guilty about it. She had taken her own pleasure so many times in the last twelve hours that she probably would not be able to do it again for a while. "Scully," I gasped between kisses. "Please...faster..." She laughed softly. "Slow and steady wins the race, Mulder." I groaned. "If it doesn't...kill me first!" Another laugh. "You'll live, trust me." "I wouldn't...bet on that..." I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on me suddenly. My head fell back as I gave a sharp cry. I lifted my hips off the chair, pumping into her with a newfound strength borne out of half-crazed passion. The chair had begun to squeak rather loudly, but I barely noticed it in my frenzy. She grunted with the effort of squeezing the overworked muscles around me while simultaneously trying not to be thrown on the floor amid my thrashing. And then I was coming, screaming her name as warmth flooded me and I pulsed deep inside her. I gradually floated back down to earth, feeling her warm lips brushing over my eyelids, my cheeks and finally my lips. Our kiss was more gentle this time - lovingly reverent. After several moments she pulled back and lay her head on my shoulder, snuggling comfortably against me. I sighed and wrapped my hands around her shoulders, holding her tight. "I love you," I whispered. "Mmmm," she murmured contentedly. After a couple minutes of silence she sighed and said "I suppose I should put the ice cream back in the freezer." "No, don't move yet," I pleaded, loathe to lose the warmth of her soft body draped over mine, my penis still cushioned inside her. She made a small noise of acquiescence. We both jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat nearby. I turned my head to see Doggett standing in the kitchen doorway - hair mussed and eyes half open as if he had been woken prematurely from a deep sleep. He looked so much like an overgrown kid it was adorable. "Can't a guy get some decent sleep around here," he asked accusingly. THE END - STTII