Title: "Rendezvous" (1/1) Author: Touchstone Feedback: touchstone@us.inter.net Classification-: Implied MSR Rated: NC-17 Catagory: Mulderbation Spoilers: None, well, maybe a *very* slight one for "Small Potatoes" Summary: A different kind of Mulder torture. Disclaimer: Not mine, but if Scully doesn't want Mulder, I'll take him. Mulder, Scully and the X-Files are property of 1013, FOX, DD, GA and CC. Archive: Anywhere is fine, just keep name attached, thank you Author's notes: Thank you to my wonderful beta, *THE* Grammar Goddess, Samanthaj3 and to Aly, for always being willing to perv with me and showing me the light!! A big hand of appreciation to Mike G. for his encouragement and enthusiasm. My apologies to Mulder, for leaving him in the constant state of arousal for weeks at a time, poor guy. ******************* "When I think about you, I touch myself." The Divinyls ******************* Alexandria, VA 42-2630 Hegal Place Apartment #42 7:00 PM EST The keys jangled in his pocket as he stepped off the elevator and headed towards his door. The hallway was barren. It always seemed that no matter what time of day he came home, no one was ever there to greet him. Not the neighbor that snored too loud, not the couple that fucked so hard they shook Mulder's walls and certainly not the old woman who always gave him nasty looks. Even the rats had better things to do than welcome Fox Mulder home from a hard day of work. His dark trenchcoat swirled around his legs as a hand searched his pocket to retrieve his keys. When he finally pulled them from the depths, they fell to the ground with a clatter. "Shit," he muttered as he bent to get them, hitting his head against his door as he did. "Fuck!" He promptly let himself in, rubbing his sore head with one hand while tossing his keys on the dining room table with his other. The perfect end to the perfect day. The most frustrating day from hell. At least it felt that way to Mulder. Then again, it seemed like every day spent resisting his attraction to Scully was the longest day in hell. He had wanted her for so long, he lost track. Images of her occupied his every waking thought and most of his non-waking as well. Thinking straight in her presence had become as increasingly difficult as had concealing the constant hard-on he carried around all day. Some days he thought he might come in his pants just watching her move about their confining office in her short skirts. He had even begun walking ahead of her, for witnessing her ass wiggle as she walked in her heels would cause his arousal to become completely unbearable. Sometimes, Mulder would imagine taking Scully from behind, shoving her against a wall of the JEHB, pushing her skirt up and sinking his hard cock deep inside her warmth. There in the darkness of the basement hall, Mulder would mark Scully with his scent as he came deep within her. He sighed as he made his way through the darkness of his apartment. Mulder and the darkness were old friends. After spending many hours lying in the stillness of his apartment while the rest of the world slept peacefully, he was acquainted with the loneliness that often accompanied the nights. As Scully had once said, "Darkness hides a multitude of sins". Mulder certainly had his sins, most of them thoughts of a very naked Scully and himself in some compromising positions. Very unpartnerlike thoughts filled his head as he began to strip off his clothes. His trenchcoat landed with a heavy thud on the end of his couch as he headed straight for the cold shower he needed so desperately. The frigid water beat against his back as Mulder stood and took the abuse. He rolled his head from side to side, trying to persuade the knot in his neck to let loose. The tension building in his body for the past 7 years was starting to affect his health as he found himself plagued with more headaches and sore muscles. He quickly ran the soap over his body before the water got to a bone chilling temperature. Mulder's eyes closed as he saw Scully standing in front of him. She was naked and wet with nipples hard as diamonds. He couldn't resist just a little touch. He reached out to her, to caress her breas- "Dammit!" Mulder's hand slammed into the shower wall and not Scully's creamy breasts. He knew before he opened his eyes, she wasn't there with him, but warm and safe in her own apartment. She was never *there* with him. Only in his dreams did he share with her how he felt and how much her presence affected him. Only in these fantasies of his was he brave enough to sport an erection and proudly inform her it was all because of her. Resigned to his solitude once again, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He knew the routine. It hadn't changed in about 2 years, and it wasn't going to tonight. After drying off and pulling on some jeans, Mulder headed for his kitchen to quiet the steady growl in his stomach. He grimaced at the leftover Chinese food, but pulled it from the refrigerator and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from a drawer. The light from the television flickered while Mulder sat on his couch staring blankly at its screen. He shoveled the noodles into his mouth, occasionally wiping his chin with the back of his hand. The news anchor informed Mulder of the world's events. Nothing changed. They reported the same crimes, the same accidents and fires every day. Only the names and places changed, never the actions. Just like him and his partner. The cases changed, the locations changed, but the actions between them never did. Always the same frustrating shit. With another deep sigh, Mulder stood and walked to the television. Such a difficult choice..."Touch Me Tender" or "Triple Play Tammie"? With the decision made, he pushed the XXX-rated entertainment into his VCR and pressed 'play'. Now loud moaning joined the blue glow that surrounded Mulder in his living room. Having watched the movie more than several times, it was engraved in his memory. Mulder knew where all the 'good' scenes could be found. He lay back on the cool leather, his bare feet resting at one end. He didn't even bother facing the television. "Oh, god, yes! Fuck me harder!" Did women really talk like that? Mulder couldn't picture the quiet and reserved Scully screaming, "fuck me harder", then again, she always kept him guessing. He had never made a woman scream like these men did and idly wondered where his inadequacies lay? Not big enough? Didn't last long enough? The weight of his impending nightly fantasy forced his eyes closed. "Mulder," her voice was moist in his ear. "Mulder, fuck me harder." She sounded hot, her voice alone enough to make his body quiver. Mulder's right hand, to which he had become so acquainted , began its nightly trip South. After grazing through the sparse hairs on his chest and over the toned muscles of his stomach, his hand came to rest on the button of his jeans. This was the time when he usually made the deal with himself. This would be the last time, no more impure thoughts of Scully. No more thoughts about the swell of her breasts under her white shirts and no more thoughts of whether or not her satin bras matched her panties. Mulder knew he would lose the battle and quite possibly the war as well. Deftly, his fingers undid the button of his jeans and then slowly slid under the silk of his boxers. His cock twitched and began to harden with a life of its own as his fingertips brushed the tip. Jesus, his cock anticipated the touch of his own hand. How sad had this become? He glanced at the screen just as a woman with watermelon-sized breasts was giving her co-star a blow job. "Oh, yeah, just like that," the well-endowed man grabbed his partner's head and pushed deeper into her mouth. Mulder turned and faced the ceiling. How long since a woman had given him head? Fuck, years at a least. Mulder always felt like the blow jobs he had received had been something the women felt like they had to do, not something they enjoyed doing. Scully would enjoy it, he thought, she was a control freak, she would love having him at the mercy of her sweet mouth. A loud moan came unwillingly from Mulder as the vision of Scully's red head, bobbing up and down between his legs made him twice as hard. His fingers tightened their grip, his hand began to slowly move up and down his shaft just as Scully's mouth did. It felt good, felt so good to touch himself while envisioning Scully holding him between her berry lips. Her lashes tickled his tip as she ran her tongue along the length of him, up one side and down the other. The heat and wetness of her mouth encompassed him entirely. She stopped briefly, as did Mulder's hand, and looked up at him shyly through wisps of auburn hair. "God, Mulder," she purred, "you taste incredible, so salty and sweet at the same time." He ran his hand through her hair, but found his own cock there instead. Images of Scully licking and sucking him flickered through his mind as he tipped his head back and closed his eyes once again. Coherent thoughts escaped him as he ran his other hand over his chest, pausing to pinch a nipple. Scully slid her fingers along his ribcage, teasing him with the tips of her nails, his skin twitching in response. Scully slid herself up Mulder's torso, leaving a trail of wetness behind, chilling Mulder's heated skin. Teasingly, she positioned herself over his mouth. While his hands held her in place, his tongue worked magic on her. He took her clit between his full lips and rolled it around slowly while his tongue dove out for a taste every so often. Scully's hips rocked back and forth settling into the rhythm of Mulder's tongue. Her hands ran up her body, caressing her breasts as she watched Mulder indulge himself. He deserved to taste her, to smell her, to see how wet she was for him. The essence of Scully filled Mulder's senses while his dick waited patiently for his mouth to finish. Mulder's nose, the tip wet from Scully's arousal, took in her musky scent, making him twice as hard. Scully began to shake, watching and hearing Mulder enjoy his feast was enough to push her into the abyss of passion. Putting her hands on Mulder's chest for support, she came. Two of Mulder's fingers darted in and out of her as his tongue, now tasting completely of Scully, licked her entirely. As she came with his mouth on her, Mulder thought maybe there was a God after all, for he was on the most heavenly high. The moaning on the TV increased in volume as Mulder's hand increased in speed, slapping his abdomen with every downward stroke and tugging his reddened tip with every upward stroke. He enjoyed the titillating feeling of riding the edge of the plateau as much as the orgasm. How long he could hold off the mounting pressure was a game he enjoyed playing with himself, hoping the endurance might come in handy some day. "Faster, deeper, oh, yeah, FUCK me harder!" The no-name porn star directed her co-star. Funny, Scully was saying the same thing to Mulder as she now pumped up and down on him, impaled on his thick shaft. Mulder's hands gripped her hips, slamming her to him with a never-ending desire. Deep inside Scully was where his dick belonged. "God, Scully," Mulder moaned aloud, his breaths had become short and raspy. His hand had become moist from his own fluids, his eyes closed as he felt the pressure begin to build, his balls tightening with the familiar rush. His boxers strained against his erection. He hadn't even taken the time to pull them down, wanting to feel the gratification as soon possible. "Oh, Mulder," Scully became to scream. "You are HUGE!" A smile began to graze his lips as Scully's moans of satisfaction filled his ears. "Scully, you feel so fucking great," he whispered to her in return. She graced him with a wicked grin and picked up the pace, pounding onto Mulder with a demanding force, her breasts bobbing in front of Mulder with each thrust. She was breathtaking. Her hair surrounded her face while her eyes were glazed over from her sexual high. Mulder's hand went faster and faster, each stroke bringing him closer to coming, closer to ending this charade he played nightly. Scully leaned back, but her head fell forward. "I'm coming, Mulder," she called to him. She spoke inaudible words as her muscles began to clench around his cock, pulsing around him. Mulder's hands tightened their hold on her hips as he began to thrust up into her with a new energy. "Oh, yeah, Scully, come for me." Hearing his name come from her lips as she came was the biggest turn-on. Then she came again. Hard. "Muuulllldeeeerrrr!" She collapsed forward onto him, her breasts pressed against him as her heavy breaths caressed his neck in a post orgasmic bliss. Mulder's hand, growing tired, gave a few final tugs before he came, his fluid spewing up and over his hand, soaking his shorts. "Scullleeeee," Mulder groaned as his hips gave their last jerky strokes into his orgasm. He lay there for several minutes while he caught his breath, his formerly hard cock resting flaccid against his body, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. He had lost the battle again. Some day he would tell her of his desire and need for her. It had not been that day, and probably wouldn't be the next. Mulder sighed heavily as he began to stir and get off his couch. Another day, another hand job. After cleaning up, Mulder plopped on his couch in defeat. He barely heard his ringing cell phone over the groans and moans of the video still playing. "Mulder." "Mulder, it's me." She sounded beautiful. Her voice was warm and soft. His eyes shut as each one of her words began to breathe life into his limp cock, the swelling of another hard-on growing steadily. "What's up, Scully?" He sighed. "I ahh," she paused, "I was just thinking about getting some dinner and wanted to know if you might want to join me?" Mulder's eyes shot open. Scully was inviting *him* to dinner? It wasn't unheard of, but certainly not an everyday occurrence. "That sounds great, Scully. What were you thinking of getting? Chinese?" "Actually, why don't you head over, and then we can decide." This statement caught Mulder even more off guard. Scully wasn't one for being indecisive. Something was wrong. His mind made its way through the fog of his orgasm quickly, ignoring his current erection as well. "Scully, is everything ok?" "Yeah, Mulder, everything's fine. I was just thinking that we never talk. You know, talk talk." "Talk talk?" He muttered in return. "Ok, sure, I'll be over in 15." "See you then." He hung up the phone and smiled to himself. This was new. Something was up, Mulder tried not to get his hopes up too high. Could Scully be as tired of the tension as he was? Could she want to put an end to this game they had been playing for 6 years? Mulder wasn't a blind idiot, he knew Scully loved him, but waiting day in and day out for her to figure that out that they belonged together had been torture. Mulder pulled his gray tee shirt over his head and stood up. Clicking off the VCR, Mulder hoped it would be the last time he would need that particular video. He grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair and glanced around for his keys. "Damn, where did I put them?" He spotted them on the dining room table on his way to the door, with a smile on his face for the first time in weeks. As Mulder stood outside his door to lock it, his neighbor arrived home, nodding acknowledgement to Mulder. It wasn't much, but Mulder was on a high. Maybe this was a sign, things were beginning to look up. On his way to the elevator, Mulder pulled the ringing cell phone from his pocket. "Mulder." "Mulder, have you left yet?" "Yeah, Scully, on my way." He replied almost sheepishly. "Hurry." Oh yeah, things were definitely looking up. In more ways than one. ******************************************* The End Feedback always welcomed at touchstone@us.inter.net