Uninvited Guests
Disclaimer: The characters of Mulder and Scully do not belong to me. They are the property of Chris Carter and 1013 Productions, at Fox. I'm not making any money from them, just playing with 'em for a while. No infringement is intended.
Warning: This is an NC-17 story for adult sexual situations and language. Also contains homoerotic sexual scenes. If you are under 18, please go somewhere else for your reading entertainment.
Author's Note: Thanks to Sinister for her beta skills.
Summary: Mulder comes home to uninvited guests who want him to pay for something he's done.
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Fox Mulder's apartment building
10:03 PM
Mulder was exhausted. He and Scully had just finished a case involving a psycho who enjoyed torturing his male victims, then severing their penises. Needless to say this was a case that left Mulder a little shaken. Thank God the son-of-bitch is in hell right now so he wouldn't have to worry about him escaping and trying to find his ass. A clean shot between the eyes. Mulder figured that wasn't enough suffering considering what he did to those poor bastards. Well, at least he was gone. As soon as they had put this one to bed, all Mulder wanted to do was go home, take a shower, maybe eat something and go to bed himself.
Mulder's legs felt like lead as he lifted them up the stairs to his apartment. He dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. After he closed the door, he leaned against it for awhile with his eyes closed. Home sweet home, he thought. This was the only place where Mulder could go to regenerate. It wasn't much, but it was his and his alone. No one to bother him. No one to demand anything of him. No one to question him. No one. But his fish.
Flicking on the light switch, he opened his eyes and looked over at his fish. Leaning off the door, he walked over to the tank, peeling off his coat and throwing it on the couch.
"Did I feed you this morning? Ya' hungry?" he said aloud as he picked up the fish food and shook some in the tank. "Maybe just a little won't hurt, in case I didn't."
Mulder placed the food back on the shelf and rubbed his face, as if to rub away the days stress. He then stretched himself, letting out a loud groan. As his arms were in the air, he took a sniff of his underarm. Grimacing, he said, "Man, I need a shower."
Mulder proceeded to undress. Toeing off his shoes, he walked to the bathroom. He was just about to remove his shirt when his phone rang. He went over and picked up the receiver.
"Mulder," he answered, yawning.
"Mulder it's me. I'm sorry to bother you, but there's something else concerning the last killing that Dyer did."
Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands, Mulder asked, "What's that, Scully?"
"I don't think he did this one alone."
"Christ, Scully what are you talking about? We found no evidence that anyone else was involved with this but Dyer."
"I know that Mulder, but remember the landlord of his apartment building? The guy who was having surgery when we came by to ask questions?
"Yeah."
"Well, he came in to give his statement and he said that he saw a man leaving Dyer's apartment on the night of the murder."
Mulder felt the headache building in his skull. "Scully, what makes you think that this guy had anything to do with the murder? Maybe he was just a visitor who knows nothing."
"We don't know that for sure. This guy might be an accomplice."
"Or he might not. Scully, we already got the guy and he's dead. With all the killings, there was only evidence that convicted one person, I mean, one psycho. If anyone else was involved I doubt that this person is going to continue where Dyer left off."
"I hope you're right Mulder, but I'm going to do some checking to find out more about this guy."
"Do you need me?"
"No Mulder. You sound exhausted. I'll check on my own and keep you posted."
"Well, if you're sure you don't need me...."
"No. I'll talk to you later."
Mulder hung up the receiver and rubbed his hands over his face. He didn't give a second thought to what Scully had said. He proceeded to the bathroom where he pulled his shirt over his head and removed the rest of his clothes, dropping them on the bathroom floor. Stepping naked into the tub, he closed the curtain and turned on the water. After adjusting the temperature, he stood for awhile letting the spray flow over his head and body. Then he reached for the shampoo, squeezing a small bit onto his palm, rubbed his hands together then massaged it into his scalp. He wanted so much to be able to wash this case away from his mind and body.
With the sound of the running water and being totally absorbed in his shower, Mulder did not hear the sounds being made at his front door.
On the other side were two men. One was tall, about 6'5" and the other about 5'10". The taller man was digging into a bag that was on the floor. He pulled out a lock picking device and was about to place it at the lock, when he was stopped.
"What the fuck are you doing?" the shorter one said, grabbing the other by the wrist.
"What?" he said, pulling away. "I'm opening the door so we can go inside and wait for the fuck to come home."
"Idiot, how do you know that he's not in there waiting to blow our heads off? You just can't pick someone lock and go right in."
"Then what are we supposed to do?"
"First we have to make sure that he's not home by knocking on the door."
"Knocking on the door? What if he answers-- then what are we gonna do?"
"If he answers, all we have to do is make believe that we are at the wrong door and walk away. Then we can wait for another opportunity."
The shorter man knocked on Mulder's door. After the third knock, they were content with the fact that he wasn't there.
Mulder, of course, was unable to hear the knocking in the shower.
The taller man continued his work on opening the door. After only a few minutes, he was successful in picking Mulder's lock. He dropped the device into the bag, then picked the bag up. He stood aside and let the shorter man pass him to turn the knob and enter the apartment. He then followed.
Immediately, they heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. "Shit, he's here. What the fuck do we do now?" the taller man asked, panicking.
"Calm down," the shorter man assured, "we'll just wait until he gets out the shower. It will be a bit sooner than we expected, but we're ready."
The taller man nodded and quietly closed the door behind him, walking over to stand near the fish tank. While the shorter man turned out the lights and sat down on the couch. Waiting.
Mulder was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. He combed his hair back with his fingers and turned off the faucet.
The two men both stared in the direction of the bathroom, then glanced at each other.
Mulder pulled back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel. Stepping out of the tub, he briskly rubbed the towel on his head, then wrapped it around his waist. As he walked out of the bathroom he noticed that the lights were out in the living room. He knew that they were on when he went in. Maybe a power failure, he thought, but the bathroom lights were on and so was the fish tank. He fumbled in the dark to find the light switch. When he found it and turned it on, he swung around to find a man sitting on his couch.
He and the intruder stared at one another. Then he glanced around for where he put his gun. When he saw that the seated man didn't have a gun, he quickly moved over to the desk, where he had left his.
On seeing this, the shorter man glanced at his partner, who had moved to a hiding place. As Mulder got to the desk to get his gun, the taller man was behind him with the barrel of his gun at the back of his head. Mulder heard the gun cock behind him and refrained from any other motion. He turned around slowly with his hands raised. He locked eyes with the man on his couch. His eyes were saying, 'Do I know you?' He was an interesting looking guy. Blonde spiked hair, leather jacket, white tee, blue jeans and black biker boots. He wore a little too much jewelry for Mulder's taste; about 3 earrings in one ear and 4 in the other, 1 nose ring, 2 neck chains, a bracelet and God knows how many rings.
Mulder turned to look at the other man, who was holding the gun to his head. Looking up, he noticed that this guy also was adorned with too much face jewelry. His dark hair was long and tied back in a neat pony-tail. Like the other guy, he also wore a leather jacket, jeans, tee and boots. The hand that was gunless had numerous rings like his partner.
"Agent Mulder, were you really going to use your gun on an unarmed man?" the shorter man asked, spreading his arms apart.
/He knows my fucking name. Who the fuck is he?/
The water from the shower mixed with the sweat of tension was running into Mulder's eyes, stinging them. He squinted as he demanded to know their identities.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my apartment?" Mulder's voice was cold and edgy.
"That's the $64,000 question, isn't it?" the shorter man replied, stretching his arms across the back of Mulder's couch, with his foot resting on his knee. He motioned so the taller man could remove the gun from Mulder's head. As he removed it and slowly moved from behind him, Mulder glared at him, then turned his attention back to Mr. Comfortable.
"Agent Mulder, allow me to introduce myself and my partner. I'm the 'audience/director' and my partner," he said, moving his hand in an introductory manner, is 'the motivation'," he said with a broad, sinister smile.
Mulder's face was one big question mark.
"And you, Agent Mulder-- you are 'the performer'."
"What the fuck are you talking about? WHO ARE YOU? AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?!!!!!" Mulder roared, stepping towards the seated man.
The shorter man glanced at his partner and he was immediately was behind Mulder, with his gun positioned at his head again. Mulder turned to eye the man, then stared at the man in front of him.
In an extremely even tone, the shorter man began to explain a few things to Mulder. "As you can see Agent Mulder, the gentleman directly behind you, the one with the gun to your head, is my protection or bodyguard, if you will. Any signs of my life being threatened, and my friend here will do something to you that you won't like."
Mulder glared back at the man, swallowing hard.
He continued: "All you have to do is watch the pitch of your voice and how you approach me, and everything should be okay."
Mulder took a deep breath and bit his lip. He asked again in a calmer tone: "Who are you and why are you here?"
The shorter man motioned for the taller man to remove the gun once more from Mulder's head. "Weren't you listening Agent Mulder?"
Closing his eyes as if to quiet the rage that was inside him, Mulder made another attempt to get a straight answer. "I don't understand."
"And they call you brilliant?? Agent Mulder, you are going to do a performance here tonight. A performance for me and if you feel that you are not up to it, then my friend here, (he motioned to the other guy) will give you a little motivation."
Mulder was feeling a slow build up of fear in his stomach. This was a serious situation. Proceed with extreme caution. "Why?" he asked in a whisper, then swallowed.
"Because I want to, that's why."
Mulder was getting no where fast. "At least tell me how you know my name?"
"Oh, you're famous. Didn't you know that? Everyone knows the great special agent for the FBI - the X-Files - Fox Mulder. Your investigative genius is known throughout the land. So is how you always got your man-- or alien, I should say."
Mulder glanced over at the other man, who was now leaning against a wall near the front door. He never took his eyes off Mulder.
Mulder put his hands over his face, and brought them up to the top of his head, and through his still damp hair. Just then his phone rang. Mulder looked at the phone, then at the seated man, who was now leaning forward on the couch.
"You got an answering machine?"
Mulder nodded.
"Then let it answer."
After the fourth ring, the machine came on. All eyes in the room were staring at it.
[This is Fox Mulder. There is no one here to answer your call so please leave a message.]
BEEP
[Mulder it's me, are you there? Pick up.]
On hearing Scully's voice, Mulder felt a large knot in his stomach. He actually winced.
[Okay Mulder if you're not there, I'll try your cell phone]
CLICK
Mulder took in a deep, strained sigh and chewed on his lip. The seated man noticed the worried expression on Mulder face.
"So, who is she? Your girlfriend?" he asked grinning.
Suddenly he was aware that his face had given too much away. "No, just someone from the office I hardly know."
"Yeah, right, someone with your home phone number and your cell phone number. You're a liar. She's your girlfriend."
Mulder was about to protest again, when his cell phone rang. This time, all eyes were centered on his coat.
Mulder did look worried this time. He knew that if he didn't answer his cell, that Scully would be over here before he knew it. He had to try to persuade them to let him answer it.
"If I don't answer it, she's going to come over here."
"So.......the more the merrier, I always say."
/Oh My God/
"NO! If she comes here she's going to mess everything up. I know her, she'll get on your nerves and won't cooperate. She may even call the police." Mulder prayed that this convinced him.
"Shit-- and this bitch is your old lady. I don't want her here. Answer the phone and tell her," he ordered.
Mulder sprinted for his coat, which was still lying on the couch next to the asshole, but the phone had been ringing about 7 times. By the time Mulder finally got it out and pushed the answer button, it had stopped. Mulder was shouting in the phone.
"Scully...Scully....hello, Scully!!!! SHIT! She already hung up!" Mulder pressed the 'end call' button and threw the useless piece of shit on the couch next to the asshole, almost hitting him. He was raking his hands across his head, when he noticed the taller man getting up.
The shorter man jerked his head to sit him back down. He watched as Mulder began to pace his living room floor. "Don't worry Agent Mulder, I can handle your girlfriend," he said, leaning back on the couch seemly pleased with himself.
Mulder stopped his pacing and glared at him. His eyes were filled with daggers as he slowly walked towards him, not concerned about the other asshole.
"You fuckin' bastard, you put one hand on her and I'm going to fuckin' kill you." Mulder hissed this threat in a low, deadly tone. He had managed to get close enough to the shorter man to loom over him, before the taller man grabbed him by the arm, so hard that he almost dislocated his shoulder.
Mulder tried to break free, but it was useless, the guy had a death grip on his upper arm that was causing him excruciating pain. In all the commotion, Mulder's towel had fallen from his waist and was now lying on the floor, at his feet. He was now standing completely naked in front of his two uninvited quests. When he attempted to lean down to pick it up, his body was jerked up.
The taller man glanced over at his partner to see if that was the right thing to do. In turn, the shorter man smiled at him, then lecherously explored Mulder's body with his eyes.
"Not so fast, Agent Mulder. An interesting situation has arisen," he said continuing his leering gaze.
Mulder closed his eyes briefly and swallowed heavily. He avoided any eye contact with this man. He tried to summon up all of the self-control and courage that he had, tried to push down the unbearable embarrassment he was feeling. Tried to quiet the trembling that was over taking his body.
The shorter man now stood up for the first time to face Mulder. Being only about 1 or 2 inches shorter than Mulder, both men stood practically eye to eye. Mulder now had an unwavering stare going on into the other man's eyes. In return, the other man was holding his own. He was now in Mulder's face, almost touching noses. Mulder tried to stay as still as his trembling body would let him.
Just when he thought that the other man was going to back down, he felt a cold grip on his penis. Mulder gasped, taking in a deep breath and closed his eyes. The man continued to stare into his eyes, and when Mulder closed them, he yanked on his penis, so that he would open them again, and it worked. Mulder's eyes popped opened and stared into the other man's eyes again.
/God, please get this fucker out of my face and off my dick./
Mulder was determined to stand his ground. He knew that he didn't have the power in this situation, but he would be damned if he was going to let this freak win this round.
The shorter man saw that Mulder was not backing down anytime soon, so he stared for a moment longer, then released his grip on his penis and backed up. Mulder unclenched his jaw, but did not release his gaze.
The shorter man looked at the towel that was at Mulder's feet and picked it up. He held it up to Mulder's face. "Is this what you want, Agent Mulder?"
Mulder just glared.
"You'd better answer me if you want this."
Mulder's lips twitched. "Yes."
"Well, you know what, Agent Mulder-- you're not going to get what *you* want tonight. I'm going to get what *I* want and I don't want you to have this," he said as he threw the towel on Mulder's desk, right on top of his gun. He motioned for the taller man to release his grip on Mulder's arm. The man released it with a jerk.
Mulder winced slightly and tried to massage the pain away.
The shorter man was now back on the couch, again with his arms spread along the back and his leg resting on his knee. Mulder thought that this made him look as though he were the master of his domain, and he knew it. Once again, Mulder saw the lecherous gaze that made his skin crawl.
/What the fuck did this asshole have in mind?/
Mulder didn't really want to think about it, because he was sure that his mind would think up worse things than this fuck would probably do. At least he prayed that would be true. This time though, he found it difficult to hold his stare. He decided to look at the floor with his hands at his sides, and prayed that his trembling didn't show.
"Agent Mulder, come to me," he ordered, gesturing with his head.
Mulder stood his ground. He glanced over at the taller man to see if he was moving. When he looked back at the shorter man, he saw that he was motioning his partner to get up. Mulder then made a move towards the seated man, but moved extremely slow.
"Agent Mulder, I'm sure that you could move faster than that." He jerked his head towards Mulder and the taller man grabbed him at the back of his neck, squeezing it and pushing him down on his knees before his partner.
Mulder groaned as the man released his neck and backed away. He lifted his hand to rub his sore neck, when he noticed the man before him loosening his belt. Mulder's eyes widened and a tremendous lump formed in his throat and stomach. He almost felt faint. Although he had never fainted before in his life, Mulder figured that there was a first time for everything. This included what seemingly was going to happen to him.
Just as the shorter man was about to pull down his zipper, a knock was heard at the door. Mulder swung his head around muttering, "Oh God, it's Scully!"
The shorter man looked down at Mulder. "So the girlfriend has finally arrived. Go ahead, let her in so this party can begin." Hearing the words that he just said, he added, "I'm a poet and didn't even know it." He was laughing at his own cleverness.
He might as well had said nothing for all that Mulder heard. He knew that he had to keep her from getting involved in this. Looking up at the man in front of him, he tried to convince him that he could still get Scully to leave willingly. "We don't need her. I can still get rid of her. I can talk to her--please, let me try." Mulder was begging. The man looked into his eyes.
"Do you want this?"
Mulder remembered what he had said before about he not getting what he wanted tonight.
"No....I kinda want her to stay, but it's up to what *you* want. Like I said before, she's just going to cause a whole lot of trouble if you let her in. My girlfriend is a bitch, what can I say?" Mulder took in a deep breath and waited for his decision.
"I hate bitches. Go on, get rid of her. But remember-- if you even make an attempt to tell her to get help for you, I will invite her in and *she* will be the *life* of the party," he snarled.
Mulder let out that breath and thanked God inwardly as he rose to answer the door before Scully used her key. He grabbed the towel on his desk, but was verbally stopped.
"You don't need no fuckin' towel, I'm sure the bitch has seen your naked ass."
By the time Mulder had let go of the towel, he had managed to drag his gun, which was under it, a little closer to the edge of the desk.
/Stupid fucks don't have a clue/
Mulder reluctantly answered the door completely nude. Scully had been calling him and had put her key in the lock, when he opened the door.
Scully looked up into Mulder's face in shock. "Mulder what's going on? I called your machine, no answer.....then your cell, no answer.....and then you don't answer your door. And now I find that you're here."
Scully was understandably upset, but he had to get rid of her, before asshole changed his mind.
Mulder tried his best to hide his nakedness behind the door. "Scully this is not a good time," he said, gesturing his eyes and head towards his living room. The taller man interpreted this movement as giving himself and his partner away, so he decided to jab his gun into Mulder's ribs from behind the door.
Mulder cried out in pain. "Mulder what's wrong? Are you in pain? Let me in." Scully tried to push the door open, but Mulder wasn't allowing it.
"Scully, please, I can't talk to you right now."
"Mulder do you have someone in there with you?"
Mulder looked down into Scully's eyes, and she looked back into his and found fear and worry, but her interpretation of why was totally different than the truth. "Mulder, do you have a woman in there with you?" Scully knew that this seemed totally ridiculous concerning Mulder, but what else could it be? And she also noticed that he didn't seem to be wearing very much.
Mulder figured that this sounded like a good explanation for his situation, so he decided to play alone with it. He nodded sheepishly.
Scully stared wide-eyed at Mulder and tried her best to control the laughter that she felt building. "Really, Mulder?! Well, that's.....great.....for you....I guess. I'm sorry I had to bother you, but I think you should hear this bit of news that I have."
Mulder glanced behind him, then looked back at Scully. "Please Scully, I really have to go," he said trying to close the door, but Scully's entire body was preventing this.
"Mulder, it's about the guy I thought was Dyer's accomplice. He is his lover and he is also a psycho. Very jealous and vengeful, if anything were to happen to Dyer. I don't know if he actually assisted Dyer with the murders though. He maybe trying to find you to get some revenge for killing his lover." Scully pulled out a folder that contained a photograph. She handed it to Mulder. "Here Mulder, this is a photo of the guy. His name is Chris Wagner. He's also known to hang around with a tall man, but there's no information on his identity."
Mulder stared at the photo in his hand, stared into the face of the man who was now sitting in his living room, on his couch, preparing to do him great harm. The hand that Mulder was holding the photo with began to shake uncontrollably. Before Scully could notice, Mulder thanked her, pushed her slightly and slammed the door in her face. From behind the door, Mulder said that he would call her tomorrow.
Scully started to knock again, insisting that he open the door, but thought better of it. Mulder had *company* and knowing how rare this was, she really didn't want to mess this up for him, so she left vowing that she would call him tomorrow. She was happy that she had warned him and had given him a picture of the psycho. At least now he could look out for him.
Scully walked away down the hall, unknowingly leaving her partner in serious danger.
Mulder heard Scully walk away, leaving him to his unknown doom. The photo that Scully had given him was behind his back. He prayed that they didn't hear the conversation that he had with Scully, even though the tall asshole was right behind the door. Mulder was about to find out that his prayers were not answered.
"She gone?" he asked.
"Yeah," Mulder said, still leaning against the door.
"Why are you still standing there? Get your ass over here," he said from the couch.
Mulder glanced at the other man, who was watching him and saying nothing. He hoped that it would stay that way. As he moved from the door, Mulder dropped the photo on the floor, hoping that 'couch man' wouldn't see it. Mulder figured that it would be worse for him if they knew that he knew their identities.
When he came to stand in front of the seated man, behind him the taller man was picking up the photo. He looked at it and handed it to his partner.
Mulder closed his eyes tight, to block out the image.
The shorter man looked at the picture of himself. "Where the hell did this come from?"
Since Mulder never heard this man speak he was hoping that maybe he was mute and that he wouldn't be able to tell his partner anything. If that were true, it might leave it open for Mulder to make up something-- but that idea was all too soon vanquished. Not only could the guy talk, but he certainly wasn't stupid and even if he had been mute, he definitely would find some way to communicate any deceptions on Mulder's part to his partner.
"It came from the girlfriend or whoever she was," the taller man said. "She had information about you. She even told him your name." He was now glaring at Mulder, who was looking at the floor.
The shorter man looked up at Mulder. "Is all of this true? Did she tell you about me?"
Mulder felt like panicking. He didn't move or answer, which he would soon find out was a big mistake. "Agent Mulder, I know that you heard me ask you a question!"
Mulder raised his eyes to look at the shorter man, but still didn't offer an answer. He in turn motioned to the taller man, who grabbed Mulder by the hair and pulled him backwards to the floor where he laid on his back gasping in pain. He did not let go of his hair as his partner spoke to him.
"Agent Mulder, I am not going to repeat myself. Now-- if you are a masochist, then by all means keep up this behavior and I can assure you a very unpleasant and painful existence."
The taller man did not let up on Mulder's hair, and Mulder knew for sure that from the pain that he was experiencing, the guy must have had a clump of his hair and skin in his hand. Mulder tried to talk through his agony.
"Please, tell him to let go and I'll answer you."
The shorter man glanced at his partner and he let go of Mulder's hair, pushing his head hard. Mulder winced, grabbing his head and periodically checking his hand for blood.
"Well, go on. What did she say? And for your sake, know that my partner will know if you're lying to me. He hates when anyone lies to me," he threatened, leaning over Mulder.
Mulder sat up, trying to hide his nakedness by drawing up his legs and wrapping his arms around them. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, he began to speak, trying his best to control his voice. "She told me that your name is Chris Wagner and that you were the lover of Raymond Dyer, the man who tortured and murdered 7 men." Mulder waited for the aftermath that was sure to come after this bit of information.
Sure enough, Wagner (as he will be referred to now) was looming over Mulder and shouting, causing him to tumble backwards.
"What the fuck do you mean by tortured and murdered? Ray didn't do no such thing! Those fuckin' assholes were S&M freaks. They wanted Ray to do all kinds of shit to them. They wanted to be hurt."
Mulder knew that he would regret saying this but he had to. "Did they want to be killed? Did they want their dicks to be cut off? He stared up into Wagner's face, daring him to answer.
Wagner looked over at his partner, who shrugged his shoulders. Then he looked back at Mulder. "What's this shit about cutting off penises?"
Mulder leaned up again. He tried his best 'psychologist' voice. "Chris, Ray cut off the men's penises after he tortured them, then left them for dead." Mulder studied the face of the man before him, and saw the disbelief in his eyes, then the rage that was building. Mulder then added, "I'm really sorry."
Wagner glared at him, then got to his feet. "You're sorry? You have yet to know what it's like to be sorry, but you'll soon find out." He walked over to his partner and whispered something in his ear, then the taller man left the apartment.
Mulder stared wondering what was about to happen. He could feel his fear rising and panic setting in. Wagner now was removing his jacket, seemingly ignoring him. He knew that the last thing that he said had upset him, so he felt that he should explain some more, before Mr. Motivation returned. It was worth a chance. He couldn't be in anymore trouble than he was in right now.
Swallowing, he began, "Chris-- it's okay to call you Chris?" No acknowledgment from the man who was now sitting back on the couch, with his face in his hands. "Okay. Chris, you have to believe me when I say that I'm sure that Ray didn't mean to hurt any of those men."
/Careful now, Mulder/
"He was just confused and a little angry." Mulder watched for signs of a slow boil, but all Wagner did was stare straight ahead, so he continued. "Chris, Ray did do those things and he had to be stopped, you do understand that don't you?"
Finally he got a reaction. Wagner eyes were now on him.
"You killed him," he said coldly, with the glare still intact.
"Chris, I had no choice. He came at me with a knife. I had to defend myself or he would have killed me."
"Better you than him. He should have fuckin' killed you and I would have *him* now instead of your sorry ass, but sometimes you have to settle for the substitute when you no longer have the original. Get up!" he ordered.
Mulder saw the look in his eyes and he didn't know if what he said made things better or worse. He got up and stood naked once again before Wagner. Wagner moved back to sit on the couch. "Where were we before your bitch girlfriend interrupted?" he sneered, eyes devouring Mulder's cock." Oh yeah!" He beckoned Mulder with his finger and began to unbuckle his belt.
Mulder once again stood his ground and didn't move, and this time there was no one with a gun to his head. /Where the fuck did tall ass go anyway?/ He hoped straight to hell. Mulder figured that if he was going to make some kind of attempt at getting out of this mess, he might as well do it while he and couch ass were alone. And there didn't seem to be a gun any where in sight. Except for the one on his desk covered with a towel.
Wagner stopped undoing his belt to look up at him. "I called you, Agent Mulder. Get over here, now!" he shouted.
Mulder's demeanor was calm and rigid. "Where's my motivation?" he asked looking around the room. "Without motivation," he added, "I ain't doin' shit."
"Oh, the motivation will return any minute now, but I thought that *I* could motivate you in the meantime." Wagner continued to open his pants.
/This jerk didn't have a weapon in sight. How the hell did he think that he was going to get me to do anything?/
"With what? Did he leave you his weapon?" As Mulder spoke he was inching his way towards the desk where his gun laid, waiting for him.
"No, he didn't, because I have my own. Wanna' see it?" he said in an eager tone.
When Wagner leaned down to go in his jacket pocket for his weapon, Mulder took this opportunity to leap towards his desk. He snatched the towel and threw it in Wagner's face. By the time Wagner grabbed the towel off his face, Mulder had retrieved his gun and had it pointed at Wagner's head.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Both men swung their heads towards it. Mulder prayed that it wasn't Scully. He motioned for Wagner to go and see who it was, while keeping the gun on his every move. Wagner got up and asked who it was. His partner answered.
"Unlock the door and step back." When he did so, Mulder shouted for him to enter.
The taller man opened the door and came in, immediately seeing the situation. He made a lame attempt for his gun. "Oh no you don't, asshole. Put your hands in the air." When he had done this, Mulder motioned for Wagner to go and sit back down on the couch, with his hands under his ass. Mulder stepped back so that he had better access to see both men. He then turned his attention back to the partner.
"Lower one hand and slowly take out the gun." Mulder nervously looked from one to the other, as he kept his gun on the standing man. When he finally had his gun out of his jacket, Mulder told him to put it on the floor and kick it over to him. Mulder held his gun in one hand, then bent down to pick up the gun, only taking his gaze from his guests for a second. He put the gun in his desk drawer. "Put your hands on top of your head and sit on the floor," he ordered Wagner's partner. The two men glanced at each other, then looked back at Mulder, who was trying to find something to throw over his lap. He didn't want to put down his gun in order to put on his sweat pants, so he settled for a blanket that was in a near by chair, and sat down. After being able to cover his nakedness for the first time in a while, Mulder was beginning to feel some control again.
He looked over at Wagner's partner. "Where did you go?" He glanced at Wagner, who just stared as if to say that he was on his own now. "Don't fuckin' look at him, I asked you the goddamn question. Answer me before I blow your fuckin' head off!" Mulder screamed, cocking his gun.
Reluctantly, he answered: "I went to move the car, so no one would get suspicious."
"Now I want some more fucking answers. What is all this shit about? Why the fuck are you here?"
As Mulder unexpectedly heard Wagner's voice, he moved the gun in his direction.
"Come on Agent Mulder, you're not that stupid are you? Don't you know that this is all about revenge, payback for what happened to Ray. For what you did to him." He glared at Mulder, then continued. "Don't think that just because you feel you've got the upper hand now that this is all over, because it's not. It's only just beginning."
Mulder stared at him. /What the fuck was this cocky son-of-a-bitch talking about?/ Mulder tightened the grip on his gun. He decided that it was time to call in the cavalry, or should he say --Scully. He would tell her to contact the authorities.
Mulder called Scully on his speed dial. While he was doing this, he failed to realize that Wagner had moved one hand from under his ass and had it on his jacket, which was lying next to him on the couch. His partner saw what he was trying to do, and decided to create a diversion. The tall man began to get up from the floor. Mulder quickly reacted by aiming his gun at him and shouting for him get back down. The diversion worked, because Mulder didn't notice when Wagner found his weapon. When Mulder glanced back at him, he quickly put it under the jacket and placed his hand back under himself. Mulder was further distracted because he didn't understand why he couldn't get Scully. Her cell was turned off. He had dialed her machine and was about to speak, when he saw a red laser beam aimed at his chest. He looked up and saw that Wagner had obviously found his weapon from his jacket, that he stupidly left next to him on the couch.
/Christ, why didn't I get rid of that damn jacket? How could I had forgotten that he had a weapon in there?/
Mulder figured and hoped that he would get the opportunity to scold himself later, that is if he were able to remain alive.
"Agent Mulder, hang up the phone and place your weapon on the floor." Mulder obeyed with no argument. They had him again. He prayed, but only for a while. He hoped that Scully would realize that the hang-up was him. Hopefully, she would call him and again when she couldn't reach him, she would come. This time he would let Scully try to save him as she had done so many times before. He knew that Scully was strong and that maybe she could get the best of these assholes and get him out of another mess. Or they could do it together. Together they could fight against evil and win, as they had done before. Hopefully all of this would happen before he was either maimed or killed-- or both.
Dana Scully's apartment
2:13 am
Scully was exhausted. After telling her partner her news and finding that he obviously wasn't that tired, she decided to go home and get some rest. She turned off her cell, but left on her machine. In case she got any calls, she would be able to listen and answer them. She had no idea that she would be so tired that she wouldn't hear the phone ring.
She had been in bed, but was having a restless sleep. She kept thinking about how strange Mulder was acting and the fact that he had a woman with him, especially after he had said that he was so tired. Did he have a date with this woman? Where did she come from all of a sudden? Who was she? And why didn't he tell her? There were too many questions. This did not feel right at all. In her tossing and turning, Scully thought that she heard the phone. She was awake, and decided to check to see if she had any messages. Groggily she padded to her machine in the living room. Yep, there was one message. She pressed the play button, but heard nothing, just breathing and the faint sound of a voice in the back ground. She rewound it and played it again. It sounded like a male voice saying hang up and put something.....she couldn't understand the rest. Could this had been Mulder? She dialed *69 to find out who called, but they said that the number was unlisted. It still could have been Mulder, because he had an unlisted number. She decided to call him. Since she figured that he must be at home, she called there.
Mulder was there all right....
Tall man was now standing and walking over to Mulder's desk to get his gun out of the draw. Mulder was still sitting with the blanket around him. When tall ass walked past him to go to the desk, Mulder glanced up at him and he returned a deadly, cold glare that left a chill down Mulder's spine. He got his gun and cocked it, then stood next to Mulder waiting for further instructions.
Wagner had picked up Mulder's gun and removed all the bullets, making sure that it would be useless. He then placed the bullets in his jacket pocket and put the gun, on the shelf near the fish tank. He stared at Mulder for a long moment. Mulder didn't stare back, he just cast his eyes down towards the floor.
"Mulder, come over here," Wagner ordered, in a much too calm tone.
Mulder glanced sideways at tall ass, then rose from the chair, bringing the blanket with him.
"Agent Mulder, drop the damn blanket and get over here." His tone was more forceful now. Mulder figured that he should try not to make this psycho angry. He'd do his best.
Mulder released the blanket and let it fall to the floor. An unbearable chill overtook his body and he trembled, as goose bumps emerged all over his skin. Taking in a deep breath, he padded naked towards Wagner and stood there motionless, glaring at him, throwing daggers once again into his eyes.
"Kneel down and sit on your heels." Mulder did as he was told.
Wagner continued to watch him, trying to read Mulder's face, but by this time Mulder had his mask firmly in place. The one that he wore most of the time, the one that showed no emotion, that read nothing. It was making Wagner frustrated.
"Agent Mulder, tell me one thing before we begin. Why were you assigned to this case? It wasn't exactly an X-File, was it?" he asked, awaiting his answer.
Mulder unclenched his jaw so that he would be able to speak. "The case had gone on for a long while and was deemed unsolvable. With that and the fact that it wasn't your ordinary murder scenario, they decided to let me take a crack at it." Mulder's voice was flat and filled with venom.
"Yeah, the Boy Wonder-- give it to him, he can solve it. Too bad for Ray. If it wasn't for you, he would still be alive."
/Yeah, alive to continue killing, you sick mother fucker!/
Mulder could hear the anger building in Wagner's voice. He tried to remain calm and unflinching.
Wagner stood up and looked down at Mulder. "I think it's time to begin the show." He gestured for his partner to come over. "Motivation, I believe you'll be needed. Now Agent Mulder, or should I say, the star of our show, please take your place at center stage." Wagner waved his hand towards the couch. Mulder got up and sat on his couch, with his hands attempting to cover his very exposed genitals. His stomach was lurching and he fought the desire to throw up. That overwhelming feeling to faint had returned. He tried to keep breathing in an effort to remain conscious. He wished that whatever he was going to have him do, he would have him do it quickly, so he could live and Mulder could hunt him down and kill him. Along with his tall ass partner.
Just then the phone rang. "Shit, who the fuck was that now? Too many fuckin' interruptions! Pull the shit out of the wall!" He motioned for his partner to do it. In mid ring, he pulled the chord until it popped from the wall.
Mulder knew that it was Scully, but he tried not to panic. He knew that she would be on her way now.
/Please God, let me be right/
Wagner remembered the cell phone, went over to Mulder's jacket and took it out. He looked for the 'off' button and pressed it, turning off the phone. "Now, no more interruptions," he said, throwing the phone on Mulder's desk. He looked at Mulder again and sneered, "Spread your legs apart." He went to sit in the chair that Mulder had occupied moments before so he could get a good view of Mulder's performance.
Mulder took in a ragged breath, let it out, then chewed on his bottom lip. He glanced up at tall ass, who was staring down at him, gun in hand.
"Agent Mulder, do you need motivation so soon?" Tall ass made a move as though he were going to motivate Mulder.
Mulder swallowed hard, then slowly separated his legs, keeping his hands where they were. "Good, now pick up your penis with your right hand. You are right handed, aren't you?"
No answer.
"Agent Mulder!" he shouted.
Mulder, slightly startled, nodded without looking up. He willed his right hand to move to grasp his cock.
/This sick bastard wants me to masturbate in front of him. Shit! Maybe after I make myself cum, he'll leave and it'll be all over. I'll do it and do it quick. I'll close my eyes and pretend that they're not there. Yeah. I can do this. I have to be able to, if I want to be alive when Scully finally shows up./
Suddenly tall ass walked over to the bag that they brought and rummaged through it for something. Mulder kept his head down, but moved his eyes to see what he was doing. Tall ass pulled out a tube. Mulder knew exactly what it was, and why he had taken it out of the bag. He walked over to Mulder and offered the tube to him. Mulder didn't acknowledge his existence.
"Agent Mulder, this will make it a little easier for you, but if you don't want it..." Wagner jerked his head for his partner to put it back. Mulder thought about it and decided that this might make him get off quicker, ending this, so he released his penis and extended his right hand, without looking up. Tall ass looked over at his partner, who motioned for him to give it to him. "Put some in the palm of his hand," he ordered from the chair. Mulder turned the palm of his hand up and a small drop of the lubricant was placed in it. Tall ass put the tube back in the bag, closed it and resumed his position near the couch, gun back in hand.
Mulder remained frozen with the lotion on his hand. Only the voice of Wagner brought him back. "Go ahead, Agent Mulder. Rub it on. I want you to make yourself nice and hard."
Mulder had no idea what his expression was as he was speaking because he refused to look at him, he just knew that it would probably make his skin crawl and his stomach turn.
Mulder suddenly felt as though he was in some weird nightmare. Was this really happening? Was he really sitting naked on his couch, in front of two strange men, who were asking him to masturbate? No, not asking-- forcing. Reality soon came crashing down, when Mulder felt a sharp pain across the side of his head. Apparently while he was day dreaming, Wagner told his partner to wake Mulder up the hard way. The blow caused him to fall over to the side, he leaned up holding the side of his head.
"Agent Mulder, why do you continue to disobey and make things like this have to happen to you?"
Mulder gave both psychos a quick glare, then bowed his head. He rubbed his hands together, then once again willed his right hand to grasp his cock. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and began to slowly slide his hand along his shaft. He remembered his mission and began to move his hand quicker.
"Hold on there, Agent Mulder. What are you trying to do? You've got to go slow. Remember nice and easy wins the race and I don't want this race to be over too soon."
/Christ, why does he have to talk? Why can't he just let me do this my way? Every time he opens his mouth, I'm painfully aware of my situation. The embarrassment, the humiliation, the shame... Maybe that's the point. Maybe this is part of his sick game. He has to make this as uncomfortable and unbearable for me as he can. It's up to me to not let it get to me. Not let this break me. The problem is I'm not too sure how to prevent that from happening./
"Agent Mulder, put your feet up on the couch and spread you legs." Mulder reluctantly obeyed. "Now, continue to stroke your penis with your right hand, while your left hand massages your balls."
Mulder couldn't get his left hand to react. It seemed to be frozen or paralyzed. He felt himself begin to hyperventilate. He tried to breathe.
After noticing that Mulder was not moving, Wagner motioned for his partner to motivate him. He placed the gun at Mulder's temple causing him to breath faster, as if he were having some kind of attack.
"Agent Mulder, do you want to die?"
Mulder sat biting on his lower lip, stifling a whimper.
"Answer me Agent Mulder or so help me, I'm going to order him to blow your head off!"
"No, I don't want to die, but I can't do it like this. I can't." Mulder fought back the urge to cry and release all the tension that was threatening to destroy him.
"Agent Mulder, I told you before that this was going to be done my way, not yours. Either you straighten your ass up or you are going to die, like Raymond." His words had a deadly seriousness. This fuck was not going to give him an inch. "So what's it gonna be Agent Mulder, touch yourself or die? It's your call." Wagner sat back in the chair, waiting for Mulder's response.
Mulder's response came in the form of him spreading his legs on the couch and moving his hand up and down on his shaft, while the other hand massaged his balls. Wagner smiled and nodded his head in approval. He glanced up at his partner, who smiled back as if to say 'You did it. You've got him'.
Mulder threw his head back, with his eyes shut tight. He tried desperately to block out any awareness of their presence. Slowly, Mulder actually began to feel the familiar sensations of his pending orgasm. He willed it to come to the surface. He continued his assault on his own body. I fine sheet of sweat was covering his skin. He stroked and squeezed, making himself moan and writhe on the couch. He sucked on his lips, breathing in short gasps. He was now totally oblivious towards the two men, but they were certainly not oblivious towards him.
Wagner was enjoying Mulder's performance so much that he, too, had began to fondle himself while his partner stood and watched. Even though Wagner had started after Mulder he still managed to bring himself off before him. As he was recovering and cleaning himself up, he noticed that Mulder looked like he was about to cum. He motioned for his partner to go and put a stop to it.
Given the fact that he had his eyes shut and was concentrating on his performance, Mulder was totally unaware that tall ass was trying to stop him. He placed the gun at his head and was shouting for Mulder to stop, but he didn't. He couldn't. Wagner ordered his partner to slap him. Tall ass positioned himself in the front of Mulder and hauled of and practically slapped the shit out of him.
Mulder, needless to say, was quite shaken when he finally opened his eyes. His eyes darted back and forth between the two men in confusion and fear. "Why?" Mulder asked trying to catch his breath. "Why did he slap me?" Mulder's hand was on top of the hand print that was now on his face.
"It's simple Agent Mulder, we tried to make you stop, but you wouldn't, so my friend here gave you a little motivation to stop."
Mulder had finally stopped trembling. "I don't understand, why did you want me to stop, I thought you wanted me to......" He was embarrassed to actually say the words.
"No, Agent Mulder. If you recall, I told you to make yourself nice and hard." He looked at Mulder's painfully hard erection. "By the looks of things, I believe that you were successful."
Mulder was beyond embarrassment and humiliation. He just wanted to die. He secretly wished that tall ass would put him out of his misery. Why didn't this fuck want him to orgasm? Was this more of the torture? Or did he have something else in mind?
/God please end this. I can't take much more. And where the fuck is Scully?/
Dana Scully's car
2:47 am
After not being able to contact Mulder, Scully decided that she needed to give him another visit. so she got dressed and went down to her car. At first, she didn't think that was wise, especially if he had company, but here lied her problem: She had known Mulder for more than 4 years. Not once during that time has anything like this ever happened. It was simply NOT Mulder. Oh, she believed that people could change, but not like this. Not this suddenly. Mulder was completely exhausted when he left her. How could he have had a date, unless he actually forgot about it, and didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings-- so he went through with it.... Now that sounds like Mulder.
/ And what's with the pushing me out the door? And slamming the door in my face? I realize that I was intruding, but something didn't seem right with the way he acted./
Scully had a gut feeling that something was very wrong, and she was not going to rest until she got back to his apartment and actually saw the bimbo. Unfortunately the gods were against her this morning. The main road that she usually took to Mulder's place was washed out because of the heavy rains over the past few days. Now she had to take an alternate route that would take over 30 minutes. She hoped that her instincts were wrong and that Mulder was right now sleeping in the arms of his lover. Safe and sound.
Mulder's apartment
3:05 PM
Mulder was on the couch, watching in horror as the tall man was beginning to undress. Wagner was now holding his gun on Mulder. He informed Mulder that he'd gotten his penis nice and hard for a purpose. It seems that tall ass needed to be fucked and that he would be the chosen one.
"Agent Mulder, now don't go getting soft on us. My boy here really needs a good fuck," he said, slapping his partner's ass.
/I don't believe this shit is happening to me. He wants me to fuck somebody's ass! This is a fucking nightmare! I REALLY don't think I'm going to be able to do that, gun or no gun. My God, what if Wagner wants to fuck my ass next? Shit! What the fuck am I going to do? Maybe I could try to get one of their guns away from them. I'd probably die trying, but at least this hell would be over/
Mulder's head was reeling and unfortunately with the anxiety and fear he was experiencing, his erection was fading. /God he's going to make me masturbate again!/
Mulder had to think of something, because that was just not going to happen again. He looked and saw that tall ass was down to his undies. He decided to ask to go to the bathroom, there he would get himself hard again, in private.
Mulder got up from the couch. Immediately Wagner swung around aiming the gun at him. "Where the fuck are you going?"
"I need to use the bathroom." He glared at tall ass, then added, "I'm sure that he doesn't want me peeing in his ass."
Wagner grimaced, glanced at his partner, then back at Mulder. "Go ahead, but make it snappy. I don't want to have to come in there after you," he said, keeping the gun on Mulder as he passed, in case he was thinking on trying something.
Mulder quickly got in the bathroom and closed the door. /Why didn't they put windows in this damn place?/ Even though he didn't have a stitch of clothes on, trying to escape like this was better than enduring what he knew was about to happen. /And why didn't I have a phone installed in here? Stupid to think about this stuff now, I have to try and get hard again and fast/
Mulder sat on the toilet seat, and thanking God that he had it covered with a soft rug material. He began to stroke himself again, spreading his legs apart. He needed to try and relax. He was so scared, that he was finding it very difficult to concentrate. /Come on, Mulder-- relax. Just close your eyes and think of all those dirty movies in your collection. All the sucking and fucking./ Talking to himself like that seemed to be working, because he was feeling aroused again. He continued to fondle himself, trying to remember not to cum, or it would be all over, along with his life.
"Let's go Agent Mulder, get out of the bathroom now!" Wagner shouted.
Mulder hoped that he was hard enough. He emerged from the bathroom and both men immediately noticed Mulder's bobbing cock. The staring made Mulder even more embarrassed that before, if that was possible.
"Well it seems like somebody is ready," Wagner said as he guided Mulder towards his partner, who was now as naked as he was.
That queasy, sick feeling was returning to Mulder's stomach again. God-- he didn't want to do this, but he didn't exactly want to die either. But would they really kill him? He decided that he would not fuck willingly. He'd put up a fight or something and see just how far he could go, without getting himself killed in the process. After all, Wagner was now holding the gun on him, not tall ass.
Tall ass had his ass over the arm of Mulder's couch, waiting for Mulder to enter him. Wagner had moved Mulder to stand behind his partner. As Mulder watched, Wagner was preparing his partner's ass for penetration with some lubricant on two of his fingers. He manipulated his fingers in his ass, until he thought that he was ready. Wiping his fingers off with a towel, he turned to Mulder. "Okay, Agent Mulder. He's ready for you."
Mulder looked at this guy's ass, with the lotion oozing out and panicked. He began to back up, shaking his head from side to side. When he hit the wall, he slid down to the floor and bent his head in his lap.
"What the fuck is this?" Wagner asked. He pointed his gun at Mulder's head. "Get the fuck off the floor, Agent Mulder."
Mulder continued to shake his head, muttering to himself. Really pissed now, Wagner pulled his head up by the hair and placed the gun near his face. "You'd better get your ass up, mother fucker, before I blow your goddamn face off!"
Mulder squeezed his eyes shut. "I can't do this, I can't-- please don't make me!"
Wagner was just about to drag Mulder to his feet, when he heard a knock on the door. All three men froze and stared. Another knock came, then a voice.
"Mulder are you there? It's me, Scully." Wagner roughly let go of his hair. Mulder closed his eyes and lifted his head up as if to say, 'Thank you, God.'
Wagner glared at Mulder. "What is your bitch girlfriend doing back here? I'm going to fuckin' get rid of her ass!" He got up to go to the door, gun in hand. Tall ass was standing now, still naked, also holding his gun. As Wagner went to unlock the door, Mulder yelled, "Scully they have guns!" Then he tackled Wagner, knocking him to the floor. Immediately, tall ass went over and struck Mulder in the face with the butt of his gun, sending him slamming against the wall, semi-conscious.
Wagner got up and went after Scully, telling his partner to stay with Mulder. He opened the door and ran down the hall, but Scully was no where in sight. Wagner figured that she ran off and probably wouldn't be back. He turned back around and was greeted with a hard blow to the face from Scully's gun. He went down like a sack of shit. Scully bent down to put cuffs on him and placed his gun in her pocket. She stood up with her gun positioned in her hand.
/Did I hear Mulder say something about *they* have guns? If so, there's another gun toting asshole walking around./
Scully quietly walked back to the apartment, and found the door open. She raised her gun and leaned against the wall right outside the door.
Inside, Mulder was now fully conscious and sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, and his legs drawn up. Tall ass had his gun on him. "We're going to wait a few more minutes, and after that, if Chris isn't back, you're going to fuck me without him."
/Yeah, I'm going to fuck you all right, asshole./
Through the crack in the door, Mulder could see Scully standing against the wall, with her gun raised. Thank God he didn't get her. Somehow he knew that he wouldn't. He glanced at tall ass, who was still staring at him, to make sure he didn't try anything else. Mulder knew that he had to try to distract him somehow so Scully could get a crack at him.
"You know, I don't think that we should wait any longer for your partner," Mulder said. He glanced at tall ass, who was now looking at him like he was an alien. "My cock can't wait any longer," he lied. From out in the hall, Scully's eyes nearly popped out at what she just heard her partner say. /What the hell was going on?/
"So *now* you want to do this? Before you refused. Why, all of a sudden, have you changed your mind?" Tall ass asked suspiciously.
"Is that really important? The fact is that now I want to fuck you," Mulder said with false conviction.
Tall ass stared at Mulder for a moment, to try and read his face to see if he was being sincere. Mulder held his expression in check, giving nothing away. Tall ass then stood and motioned for him to come over. He waited for Mulder then he turned to lean across the arm of the chair again. He still had the gun in his hand, and informed Mulder that he wouldn't hesitate to use it if he did anything to harm him. Mulder stood closely behind him, then glanced towards the door at Scully.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Give it to me," he said with his head hanging down on the couch. With that, Scully peered inside. She couldn't believe her eyes. Mulder was standing naked behind another naked man, who was bent over the arm of a couch. Mulder frowned at Scully and motioned for her to shoot him or something. Instead, Scully turned her gun around and hit the man in the head, with the butt. He slumped down on the couch.
"Mulder, go get your cuffs and put them on him before he comes to." Mulder obeyed padding to his desk to get the cuffs, but before he opened the drawer, he grabbed the towel from the desk and replaced it around his waist, covering his semi-hard cock. Then he took the cuffs out, and roughly yanked tall ass' hands behind his back, and locked them securely.
"Where's the other asshole?" he asked as he took the bullets out the pocket of his jacket and put them back in his gun.
"He's cuffed and unconscious in the hallway," she said as she noticed the cut on Mulder's face.
"I wish I had the pleasure," Mulder said, smirking.
"Mulder, your face is bleeding. Let me take a look at that," she said, raising her hand to investigate the cut.
Mulder winced and jerked away from her hand. "Scully, I'm fine. It's just a cut."
"Mulder, maybe it needs stitches," she said still trying to take a look at it, but Mulder was adamant and moved out of reach. Scully gave him a look. "Well at least go in the bathroom and clean it, then put on some antiseptic ointment before it gets infected.
Mulder smiled at her and nodded, before disappearing into the bathroom.
"Mulder!" Scully yelled.
Mulder popped his head back out the door. "Yeah?"
"And please put some clothes on before you catch your death. I'm going to call in so they can come and pick up the trash," Scully announced as she began to make the call.
"Yes, mom," Mulder said flushing a little, before darting back in the bathroom.
Scully looked up holding the receiver and glared at the doorway where Mulder had been standing.
After Mulder had closed the door of the bathroom, he looked at the cut in the mirror. /It doesn't look too bad/ He loosened the towel from his waist and let it fall to the floor. Then he turned on the sink's faucet, adjusting the water's temperature to just below scalding. First he washed his hands to get that crap off them, then he soaked his wash cloth under the water, and rubbed soap on it. He applied the cloth vigorously to his genitals, scrubbing until it almost hurt. When he felt that he was sufficiently cleansed of any remaining evidence of his experience, he rinsed the washcloth and applied it to the cut. Wincing a little as he cleaned it well, he rinsed the cloth again and laid it across the sink, then shut off the faucet. He bent down to pick up the towel and dried himself off. Dropping the towel again, he opened his medicine cabinet and took out a tube of antiseptic ointment. Carefully he dabbed some on the cut, which was beginning to swell. After replacing the tube, he took a Band-Aid from it's canister, tore it open and laid it over his wound, discarding the wrapping in the trash.
Mulder then put on the tee and sweats that were hanging behind the door. He glanced at himself in the mirror, raking his hand through his hair. Before leaving his reflection, he noticed his face. He looked truly exhausted and beaten. He wondered how he looked to Dr. Scully. He tried his best to put on his mask of indifference. He did not want Scully to see any signs of being affected by this experience. When he thought that the mask was in place, he opened the door and stepped outside.
By the time Mulder had gotten out of the bathroom, Scully had seen to the removal of his unwelcome visitor and was closing the door behind the officers that had taken him away. As Mulder came into the room, she looked over at him, then went to sit on the couch. Seeing her sitting in the exact stop of that asshole was a little disconcerting.
/I gotta get new furniture/
"They said that they'll get your statement later." She was staring at him. "Mulder, are you all right? How's the cut?" she asked with serious concern on her face.
"I'm fine, Scully," he said, moving over to slump in a chair, rubbing his hands over his face.
Scully got up and crouched down next to Mulder's chair. She placed a hand on his knee and he flinched, not realizing that she was there. He moved his hands away from his face and looked into Scully's worried eyes.
"Mulder?" she asked in the calmest voice that she could. "Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?" Her hand still resting on his knee.
Mulder was fighting the impulse to get up and run. Not from Scully, but from his embarrassment at having her see him like that. Not only naked, but semi-erect. He drew in a deep breath and let it out, rubbing his face again. Then he looked at her.
"Scully, I'm just too tired to go into it right now," he said, throwing his head back.
"You do look exhausted, Mulder," she observed, patting his knee before removing her hand and standing. "You definitely need to get some rest. We can talk later," she said, smiling softly.
He managed a weak smile back at her and nodded. Scully was making her way towards the door.
"Scully."
"Yeah, Mulder?" she said, turning with her hand resting on the door knob.
"Thanks." This time his smile was strong and heart warming.
Scully opened the door, then turned to Mulder again. "Just get some rest and I'll talk to you this afternoon." She winked and closed the door behind her.
Mulder signed deeply and lifted his tired body out of the chair. He walked over to his couch and froze, then he turned and reluctantly went into his bedroom, muttering curses. He threw himself on the bed and slept.
That afternoon around 1:30pm, Scully drove back to Mulder's apartment. She parked the car in his lot and walked to the neighborhood Chinese Restaurant. She placed her order at the takeout counter. After paying for the food, she walked back around the corner to his building. She got to his door and put the bag of food down on the floor, so she could get her key to open the door, not wanting to disturb Mulder if he was still asleep. When she got the door opened, she bent down to pick up the food. She held the package with both arms, bumping the door closed with her hip. She quietly made her way to his kitchen, where she put the food on the table. She looked around at the unwashed dishes and the discarded empty containers. She decided to do a little straightening up before she prepared the food.
In the bedroom, Mulder was restless. He tossed and turned on the bed. He felt like he was in a hotel, because of the unfamiliarity of the bed. Suddenly he sniffed the air.
/Chinese food? Do I smell Chinese food?/
He popped open his eyes and scanned the room. He sat up in the bed and looked towards the bedroom door. Mulder slowly got out of bed and went to the door, peeking his head out. He noticed that his kitchen light was on and he knew that he'd left it off...
/Who the hell was this? Am I ever alone in this house?/
Mulder tiptoed to his desk where he'd left his gun. Quietly he opened the draw and took it out, checking the bullets. He then raised it and moved towards his kitchen. Without warning, Mulder jumped in the doorway and yelled "Freeze," pointing his gun.
Needless to say, he almost scared his partner to death. Proof that it completely spooked her was her dropping one of his glasses on the floor. The loud sound of glass breaking startled him also. Both agents stood trying to catch their breaths and slow down their pulses.
"Scully," he managed to say between breaths. "Christ, I didn't know it was you."
Holding her stomach, Scully panted, "Who did you think it would be, Mulder?"
Placing his gun on the counter, Mulder leaned down, running his hands through his hair. "I don't know Scully. Maybe there could've been a slight possibility that I could have had a return visit from my uninvited quests!" Mulder's tone was dripping with sarcasm. He looked at Scully and saw that she was also pretty shaken up, then he noticed the bag of food on the table.
/She brought me food? Chinese food? And I'm treating her like shit./
Mulder's demeanor softened and his face relaxed. Leaning up from the counter, he kneaded the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, then warily walked over to Scully. "Scully, I'm sorry," he said into her eyes.
Scully looked up into his, smiling. "No Mulder, it's me who should be sorry. I shouldn't have snuck in here like this, especially after what you've been through." She stooped to pick up the broken glass and Mulder gently grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"No, I'll get that Scully. After all, it was my fault that you dropped it." Mulder got a dustpan and a hand broom to sweep up the shards. Then he dumped it in the garbage. When he turned around, Scully was taking the cartons of food out of the bag and placing them on the table. She glanced at Mulder.
"I got your favorites: Lo Mein, Streamed Dumplings, an order of chicken and broccoli and Wonton soup for myself. Get some plates and utensils."
Mulder eagerly obeyed, getting the items and placing them on the table. He watched as Scully made him a plate. "Scully, how did you know that I would wake up starving?" he asked, taking the plate full plate from her and sitting down at the table.
"Common sense, Mulder. It's been more than a few hours since you last ate and I knew that you probably wouldn't feel like cooking anything when you did wake up," she said, taking the lid off the soup container and joining him at the table.
Mulder scooped a fork full of Lo Mein into his mouth. "Scully, I don't deserve you," he confessed after swallowing. "You know, I think this is the first time that I've ever actually sat and ate at this table," Mulder realized.
Scully just shrugged and sipped a spoon full of soup.
"Scully, is that all you're going to eat? Here," he said, grabbing another plate and putting some chicken and broccoli on it.
"No, Mulder, this is all I want. Really," she said, pushing the plate away. I brought it for you."
"Yeah, I know Scully, but you should really eat more. After all, you have to keep up your strength for rescuing me." He pushed the plate back in front of her, adding a dumping. "Do you want some soy sauce?" He was tearing a packet open.
"No Mulder." She watched as he ate as if he didn't have a care in the world. His statement about her needing strength to rescue him didn't escape her either.
/He's feeling very vulnerable now, and he's trying to cover up his feelings-- as usual-- with humor and denial. He went through some kind of hell last night and he should talk about it./
"Mulder, how are you feeling?" As Mulder opened his mouth to answer, Scully interrupted: "And don't tell me, 'fine'. I know you went through something last night and I think we should talk about it," she said, having finished her meal and pushing away her plate.
Mulder had lost his appetite. He got up from the table, taking his plate and scraping the leftovers back in the containers. He then put the plate in the sink, opened the refrigerator and took out a beer.
"You want one?" He asked holding out the can to her.
Scully shook her head, never taking her eyes off him. Mulder shrugged, closing the fridge and taking his beer to the living room, leaving Scully at the table.
When Scully came into the living room, Mulder was sitting in a chair, holding the opened can and staring straight ahead. Scully went to sit on the couch, watching him and waiting until he was really to speak.
He tipped his head back against the chair and let out a sigh that was loud enough for Scully to hear. As he stared up at the ceiling, he began to talk.
"Scully," he said, not looking at her. "You want to know what happened here last night?"
"Yes I do, Mulder. Was he involved in the murders with Dyer?"
Mulder turned his head to look at her. "I don't think so, Scully. He seemed to be quite upset when he found out the truth of what his lover had done." He brought the can to his lips and took a sip.
There was a brief moment of silence before Scully asked another question. She tried to ask it as gently as possible. "Mulder, what exactly did they do to you?"
Mulder took a deep breath and another sip of beer. He cast his eyes towards the floor, but looked as though he wasn't seeing it. "They wanted to humiliate and embarrass me, Scully." He swallowed hard. " And I have to say that they were successful. They robbed me of my dignity by keeping me naked. They shamed me, by making me......masturbate in front of them." Mulder took a large gulp of beer, finishing the can and crushing it in his hand. Biting his lip and not meeting Scully's gaze, he continued: "When you came in, he wanted me to......fuck him. I guess you came just in time, to stop me from having to experience that." Mulder kept his eyes down, fiddling with the crushed can in his hand. "But you know what the worst part is? They destroyed my only salvation; my home and.........my couch. How can I ever sleep on that thing again?" Mulder gave a side glance at the couch, but made sure not to make any eye contact with Scully. He then slouched, defeated, in the chair, pouting, throwing the can and missing the container with a loud bang.
Scully assumed that most of the night's events must have taken place on his couch. She felt so sorry for him. She knew how much that beaten up old thing had meant to him.
/My God, what Mulder had endured. It could have been worse. Much worse. But this was bad enough. The shame and humiliation that he must have felt. He was violated. How could he look at this room now without seeing what happened here? Or lay on that couch (the place where he slept) without remembering? Maybe with time he might be able to block it out. He was good at that. I'll just let him know that he's not alone, that I'll be here for him./
Scully once again got up to kneel beside Mulder. She took his hand and held it as she spoke. He closed his eyes and accepted her touch.
"Mulder, those assholes might have done all of these terrible things to you, but they weren't successful." Mulder opened his eyes and looked down at Scully with a puzzled expression. Scully continued, rubbing her thumb on inside of his palm. "Mulder, you are still here. You're not dead. The memories of all the stuff you had to endure will grow dimmer with time, but you've managed to stay alive through it all, and that was the goal. You did what you had to do to stay alive. They would have succeeded if you had not done what they wanted. Wagner wanted a reason to kill you, to get revenge for Dyer. He was probably counting on you to not cooperate so that he could kill you."
Scully leaned up and held Mulder's face between her hands and looked into his eyes. "Do you understand me Mulder? They didn't succeed, you did. You can get a new apartment or a new couch, but you could never get your life back after they have taken it." Scully slowly saw understanding fill Mulder's eyes.
He did understand. Hand it to Scully to find a rainbow at the end of a storm. He realized that she was right. He had survived when they wanted him dead. Maybe they robbed him of a few things temporarily, but at least they hadn't take his life.
Mulder put his hands over Scully's, and took them away from his face to rest them on his chest. He looked at her with appreciation and admiration. She always seemed to know just what to say to bring him back from despair. He could count on her to understand what he needed to hear. Mulder finally spoke with tears in his eyes.
"Scully, you are so right. Thank you so much for making me see. Those bastards didn't get me, though I think they thought they did. I'm still alive," he said with renewed strength. "I know I'll eventually get over all the stuff that happened last night." He glanced at Scully for confirmation.
"That's right, Mulder, you will. The main thing is that you didn't let them kill you," she said, squeezing his hands.
Mulder kissed the top of Scully's head and brought her to her feet. They gazed into one another's eyes for a moment, then fell into an embrace. Mulder squeezed her softly and whispered, "Thank You."
Scully tilted her head up to his ear, "You're very welcome."
The End