Author: Shawn Dorca
Category; Mulder/Scully Friendship/Sexual Situations, Kinky Sex Implied
Rating: R, no actual sexual descriptions, SERIOUS SCULLY KINK IMPLIED
Couples: Mulder/Scully, Mulder/Scully/Original Female Character
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of these characters except Julie Simms.
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Time Line: After the Biogenisis three episode thing, taking an interresting swing on things from there.
Author note: This includes implications of serious kinkiness and F/M/F sex. You are warned!
Dana Scully stood in the hospital waiting room, and, well, waited. Mulder was still being examined, and while she was a qualified doctor, she was in no emotional state to be part of it. Everyone who examined him immediately assumed he had been captured and tortured, and told her how lucky he was to have a partner like her to not only rescue him but provide professional care until the ambulance arrived.
"Agent Scully, thank god you found him in time, from what the doctors say any more of the treatment he received might have killed him." It was Assistant Director Skinner, obviously rushed out of bed at this ungodly hour to see to his agents. He was being as consoling as he could, talking about the full investigation of this incident he would launch, and how this time 'they' had gone too far. He believed the lie.
Or perhaps, not a total lie. Mulder really had been whipped, beaten and subjected to as many instruments of pain as an inventive mind could imagine. The lie was in the assumption of who did it. It was not Krycek, or the cigarette smoking man, or an alien/consortium experiment team that had tortured her partner for hours, torn him up so badly. She had done it, because she thought it might be fun and exciting.
Many people thought Mulder and Scully were in love, and had been for years. After all, how many people would go to central Antarctica, by using god knows how many favours, bribes, threats, and lies, to follow up a claim his partner, Scully, was there? Mulder had, and then Scully had chased off to Africa after a ghost of a lead when he was in a mental hospital, in hopes of curing him. They had gone so far above and beyond the call of duty for each other so often it had to be love, right?
Actually, no, it didn't have to be. It was both more than that and less, Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully thought, as she drank her coffee, cold so that at least the terrible flavour was reduced. Mulder had come closest to describing it, they were not complete human beings alone, they were two halves of a soul, each incomplete without the other. They had been sex partners from almost the first day, sharing and acting out their most secret fantasies freely, well before they had even really been friends. They were far, far, far too weird a pair to ever be just secret lovers.
"We have to try to maintain a professional relationship Scully." Mulder had said, after sex on an early case. She had come to his room to talk about the case, and, as usual, they had had sex. Their best work was done after sex, they always discussed the present case so much better under those circumstance. "I think that is how the rule is phrased, 'maintain a professional relationship'."
"Ok Mulder, so I charge you for it, how does $20 a time sound?" Scully still remembered saying. And she meant it, she would be able to look Skinner in the eye and say 'we have a totally professional relationship' if she was prostituting herself to him. It would even be legally accurate, just not true.
She could enjoy the sex that way, god alone knows she could enjoy someone wanting her for her body for a change. She was a woman who had been admired for her brain rather than lusted after for her body all her life. Always older men with power and authority, who had respected her and asked her advice as an advisor as much as hungered for her body. Men closer to her age were always intimidated by her brains, until Mulder. She was hungry for cock, just some mindless fucking from a young guy with stamina and an imagination.
Scully had gotten what she wanted, a good friend, a professional relationship and sex in any way and at any time she wanted. Katherine, her whore persona, was available to Mulder any time they were not on public show. Their lives revolved around their duty, woke each other up in the middle of the night with any idea or request that was work related, so off duty time was basically only when they were sleeping or at least in bed.
Katherine could take pleasure as her duty, her own and Mulders. He was her sole 'client', she was 'on call' at all times Scully was not. She did not want explanations or justifications beyond Mulder needing a woman. He could and did just walk in while she was working on a report, push her onto the motel bed and start pleasuring himself with her body. The no-talk, no explanations fucking allowed Scully to shut down her mind, the only way she had. There are many different methods of meditation, which suit different personalities. Being Katherine was Scully's, that was all.
Has Mulder been doing this all these years because he wanted to help me meditate? Did he allow me to whip him into the emergency ward because he thought it would allow me to relax? The short answer was, of course, yes. Mulder had agreed to Katherine's experiment with Sado-masochism, to being on the receiving end, and had not breathed the 'safety word' right up to whatever point he passed out from pain. How long was he unconscious before I realised, how far gone was I that I did not even notice?
"Scully, are you alright?" She turned to see The Lone Gunmen watching her anxiously. She really didn't need the stress right now, didn't need to invent a story about what she had been doing that weekend and how she had 'found' Mulder after deciding to investigate his 'disappearance.' They had gone to an isolated hut for the privacy, she had not wanted nosy neighbours calling the police about any 'strange sounds' they might hear. If they had maybe Mulder would not be in surgery right now, and Scully's career would probably be over. Mulder will get better Scully, he can take a lot.
Eventually she had gone to see Skinner, like going to visit your executioner to discus what axe he should cut your head off with. It was only early morning, she was his first appointment. He had been planning out who to call to get the manhunt for Mulder's 'torturer', and was really worked up about it. She half expected him to shoot or arrest her on the spot, but she said it anyway.
"Mulder wasn't kidnapped and tortured by Krycek, or anyone else. I wanted to try S & M and he agreed to let me be the domminant." Skinner was staring at her with his eyes bugging out, the blood running out of his face rapidly. Scully had been fortifying herself with the knowledge that as a doctor she could get other work. That assumed she was not going to be killed right here in the Assistant Directors office, which seemed increasingly likely. "I guess I got carried away."
"You GUESS you got carried away." She had never seen Skinner's face that shade of red before, or the veins in his neck bulge out like this. And then there was the tone of his voice... "Your ACTIONS put him in intensive care, do you know how many MAJOR PLAYERS are currently involved in this? Everyone from The Consortium to UFO conspiracy organisations to several foreign intelligence services, that's who."
"Foreign intelligence organisations?" Agent Scully could barely hear her own voice.
"Mulder actually had a lot of success convincing honest, patriotic individuals in govenment that we are covering up experiments with alien technology and genetics." The Assistant Director ran his hand over his head. He was calming down, explaining the situation was focusing him away from his anger. "It's just unfortunate that those individuals were all in foreign countries that could never be included in a cold war era conspiracy. Russia, South Africa, North Korea, Poland..."
"Poland, Poland has spies following the X-Files?"
"The licencing rights to any of the alien technologies could underight rebuilding their whole economy. And apparently they always had a world class bunch of spooks, small country surrounded by hostile major powers and all that."
The red headed agent was feeling confused about a lot of things, including whether to be angry that her sexual appetites were going to be in international intelligence briefings, or that the North Korean government seemed to respect her and Mulders investigative powers more than the United States Senate. Or that the only political elites that did not sell out the human race were the ones who never got the opportunity.
"So, for how long were you lieing to me about you and Mulder's relationship?"
"I never lied to you sir, I said we have a totally professional relationship, which, since I never had sex with Mulder without charging him money, was literally true."
"You think that prostituting yourself to your partner is within bureau guidlines?" The AD was going through a series of changes of expression and emotion, anger,humour, outrage, acceptance, and more ran over his face as he slumped into his seat. "Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, in your professional medical opinion, ARE YOU NUTS?!?"
"Agent Mulder never saw any difficulty with our arrangement either sir, and his..."
"His sanity was always doubtful, and he would do anything for you, hell he just let you torture him and you know how he can't stand pain." The AD interrupted her, back to plain old fashioned rage now. Actually she hadn't realised he had a problem with pain, he had endured so much ... endured, yes of course,poor, dear, guilt stricken Mulder would endure anything for her, she certainly would for him after all.
"I will have to go over this with legal advisors, but you are on indefintite medical leave starting now."
"Medical leave, sir?"
"You're crazy as a bedbug Scully. Incontestably bugfuck, in my non professional opinion."
"So tell me in your own words, Agent Scully, what you think of your relationship with Fox Mulder."
"Well I think the ass fucking is the best part, particularly when there is no warning. We always have two rooms, FBI accounting and all that, and I love it when he just walks in and helps himself." Scully warmed to the subject immediately, not noticing the stunned look on the shrinks face. "It's just so good to get to my room and suddenly feel a man behind me push me down and force his cock into my tight ass, no 'Hello Scully' or any of that, just a major assreaming that hurts like fire at the time and is painfull for days after, Mulder has a really big dick and sometimes I bleed for a long time after, it just hurts so good, though a few times he says it wasn't him, so probably it was just some guy who ..."
"I meant your overall relationship, work, that sort of thing."
"Have you read our medical files?" The agent was concerned that trying to explain the X-Files would have her committed in a straight jacket. How to explain their relationship without talking about alien abduction, fluke men, shape shifting bounty hunters, and the cigarette smoking man. "Because if you have not, it will be impossible to understand us if you have not."
Scully had, of course,visited her partner at every allowed visiting time. He was comming along well, in his specialist's opinion. There would be permanent scaring on his back, of course, but it would simply be a more spectacular example of what was already there. There should be no loss of motor functions or feeling in any part of his body. Of course, he was still too doped up to talk to her. His improvement was all that allowed her to sleep, or avoid Skinner bringing charges against her. He had not specified what she could actually be charged with, just 'I WILL THINK OF SOMETHING'.
"Yes Agent Scully, I have read your medical files, and Assistant Director Skinner has given me a summary of your work on the X-Files." The psychiatrist was a large woman with a quiet voice, and Scully wondered if it was deliberately done that was so as not to risk exciting the dangerous loon in the office with her. She fought the urge to laugh, was she that far into Mulder's paranoia or was her imagination totally out of control? "Given all that has happened to you over the years it is not surprising that you have developed a,shall we call it an unusual stress release mechanism?"
Unusual stress release mechanism, well what was unusual about it? Scully thought hard about it, really why was she unusual ? Ok, so she was a federal agent who investigates alien abductions, vampires, liver eating immmortal mutants... Ok so if you throw in artificially induced cancer, being abducted myself - possibly by aliens & a vast international conspiracy - my sisters murder and some of the other things maybe she was under unusual stress.
But really, what was so unusual about sex as stress relief? And keeping Katherine and Scully totally separate just made so much sense really, they were different parts of her life, after all. She tried to explain this to her psychiatrist, who nodded and took notes, expression carefully neutral. Occasionally she asked a question, "And how did Agent Mulder respond to this,rather unusual, request?" was about the extent or it. What was so unusual, the chicken feathers had come off eventually, after all, and so what if nipple clamps aren't usually attached to ...
"I said, Agent Scully, that I think we should continue this next time, I have quite enough for today." Still the neutral tone and expression, looking somewhat forced with the pale complexion, she hadn't been this pale at the start of the session, had she. Actually, Dr Taylor seemed to be rather more pale at the finish than at the end of every session with Scully, which was rather odd.
"I assure you, this was not my doing, and a full investigation is being conducted into the matter." C.G.B Spender, a.k.a Cancerman, aka the Cigarette smoking man, was smoking, this time with rage as well as Morley's. That he was here, with Krycek, trying to assure Scully and Skinner of their good intentions, was a measure of the infamy of the whole 'Mulder torture Affair'. That and the number of bodies turning up in the Potomac showing evidence of 'aggressive interrogation'. "Now I need to know why the FBI is putting so little effort into discovering who kidnapped and tortured one of its Agents. Or do you already know the identity of the sadistic bastard who so brutally..."
Spender stopped talking as he noticed the looks on the two FBI members faces, that and the way Scully had her hand part way up, like a naughty child facing an angry school principal. She had the nervous apprehension of the guilty child and Skinner the defensive parent look.
"Yes, agent Scully, do you have something to tell me?" Cancerman spoke in a tone amazingly reminiscent, to Scully, of her princial, Sister Maria, dealing with a school yard incident. She conrolled the impulse to suggest to him that, perhaps, he had gone into the wrong line of work.
"Agent Mulder was not kidnapped and tortured by anyone."
"Then perhaps you can explain why he is in hospital looking like a victim of the Gestapo?"
"We were playing and I guess I got carried away?" Scully said with a sheepish expression on her face. The sheer embarrassment of the situation came through in her downcast look and tone. "Looking back on it my relationship with Agent Mulder may not be as healthy and balanced as I have always felt."
"Well Christ Scully, if that's how you treat a lover I'm damn glad you never got to work on me!" Krycek commented, fear and amazment in his tone. After all, he was someone she really had a hatred of, and a real reason to try to break that way. "You'll never take me alive, that's for sure."
"Agent Scully, that was the most embarrasing incident of my adult life." AD Skinner was sitting back in his chair, a glass mug of Sangria in his hand. It was from the same jug that she was drinking from. Ingredients for Sangria, chilled red wine, cinnamon, fruit, and ice, had been taken from a small office refrigerator where they were kept on hand for after visits from Spender. "If you ever put me through anything like that again I will personally dump your bullet riddled body into the Potomac."
"I will be sure to keep that in mind sir." Scully, who, like Skinner, had downed her first mug in one gulp, responded. Sangria tastes like a fruit drink, but it is still red wine after all, and drinking wine by the beer jug has predictable effects. With their second drinks mostly gone, the jug was emptying rapidly, and neither would be of much use for anything else today. "Perhaps I should have detailed more of My and Mulder's relationship, it would clarrify what happened, or at least why."
"I think you have supplied enough blackmail material for one day, don't you?" He was looking through his mug at her, seeing her change shape and colour through the facets of the glass and the drink. "Although after the explanation of the geese and where they pecked their food from I don't see how many details could be left."
"I got the idea from Procopius, you know The Secret History, it has details of what the Byzantine Empress Theodora did for a living when she met the future emperor Justinian II." She was proud of her aquired historical knowledge, as a physics and Medicine student she was constantly kidded by the Arts students about having a narrow education. "I wanted to see if really put on a show like that, and what it would feel like. I am a scientist after all, it was a very important experiment."
"You will be the death of me yet Scully."
"Hi Scully, glad to see you're alright." Mulder seemed genuinely concerned, and a lot better than during her last visit. Of course, he was concious now, always a big plus in the health stakes. The red head had been convinced he would hate, or at least fear her, after all she had not been harmed in any way.
"I'm fine Mulder." Her standard response, though she was far from ok. Putting her closest friend and lover in this place by losing control worried her deeply. They were supposed to be having fun, he was not supposed to be enduring torture for her benefit alone. "Mulder, why did you fail to use the safety word, did you forget it?"
"You were having fun, I didn't have the heart to stop you. I won't be volunteering for this again though." He sounded apologetic but firm, he had never refused Katherine anything but there are always limits. Being Katherine had been a part of there relationship from the beginning, and often fun for him too. But he had been doing it for her benefit, and what had happened in the cabin was in no-one's best interrest. "Scully, you have a serious anger management problem, and a different form of therapy than 'Katherine and client' is obviously necessary."
Some people forgot that Mulder was a psychologist, and, arguably, the best that had ever worked for the Violent Crimes Unit. The man looking up at Dana Scully from the hospital bed was in full psych analysis mode, very focused. Having his attention was like staring into an industrial laser or possibly looking at a starving Leopard that was locked in a cage with you. It was very easy to remember Fox Mulder the Profiler under these circumstances.
"Why did you play my games all these years Mulder, looking back on it some of it has to have been unpleasant for you? What have I ever done for you that justified it all?" She had been thinking about it ever since calling 911. The more she thought about it the worse her previous behaviour seemed, and the more remorse she felt. Is Skinner right, am I nuts?
"Your my Scully, that justify's it. And don't think that sex with you was just a duty, you are absoutely sensational when you don't have a horsewhip in your hand." Smiling now, the dark haired man was doing his best to be disarming, in a 'relax, while the nice men in the white coats fit the straight jacket' way. Clearly he believed what he was saying, but by the same token he was watching her reaction to everything, modifying his verbal and non verbal responses appropriately.
"So, how can I possibly appologise for what I did to you?"
"You know me Scully, what do you think?"
"I've told you before Mulder, a threesome at Area 51 requires a higher security clearance than either of us will ever have. Besides, how do you know there are female test pilots flying Air Force UFO's?"
"Anyway that's why you have to help kill this story." The group were staring at her like she was crazy, not an unreasonable diagnosis really. Frohike was doing a reasonable job of controling his drooling. Langly and Byers seemed more stunned than anything else, that seemed to be a standard reaction to the tale. "So, will you help?"
"Your telling us that the greatest government coverup story since Roswell is really just you playing S & M games that got out of hand. Do you expect us to believe this, what are you covering up yourself Scully, how did they get to you?" This was the big problem with dealing with paranoid's, everything was a conspiracy.
"Well how do you expect me to prove it, bring in all my bondage and discipline gear and demonstrate on someone?"
"Well it might prove necessary, strictly in the interest of investigative journalism of course." Frohike said, predictable to the end. "And we may have to ask you to demonstrate that thing with the geese, where did you get them from anyway?"
"Melvin, Katherine did that for her reasons. I was always Scully, she was celebate, and I think Mulder is right, Katherine has to stop not being Scully before Dana winds up in a straight jacket. Anyway we only did S&M once, the equipment was borrowed from, hmm, lets call her a close friend."
"I think we should confirm your story with Mulder before taking action." Said Byers, clearly trying to be diplomatic, and not making too bad a job of it for someone with so little experience. The rather interresting expression on Scully's face when she described the equipment loaner's relationslhip to her and Mulder stirred more than the investigative journalist in him, but he controlled himself. "You have never lied to us before and none of us want to hurt a trusted friend, we don't have any to spare."
The man who had been her only friend and confidant for many years looked up at the short red head with a smile closer to his normal self. He lay on his back, which was the first time she had seen him able to do that since the session in the cabin. Holding her hand as she sat next to him, he first thought was that it was like old times, except she was not in the hospital bed next to his. Her second thought was concern that her nostalgic memories were of waking up in hospitals next to her closest friend after nearly dieing.
"We have to stop meeting like this, people are getting suspicious." Mulder said in his best movie cliche adulterer imitation voice. "Or at least paranoid as hell."
"While we're on the subject, I spoke to the gunmen this morning, they want to confirm with you before killing the 'Shock, Horror, Gasp, Mulder tortured and Government covers it up' story."
"Scully felt better at the sight of her partner, at the feel of his hand and the simple fact that he was near. 'No, I'm not hopelessly in love with him, whatever gave you that idea' ran through her head as she really noticed the effect for the first time. She wondered how long she had been ignoring the signals, how long she had been in denial.
Mulders' devotion to her, his willingness to endure anything for her happiness, had come clearly into focus since 'the cabin', but her reciprocal feelings were still a surprise. Well, a surprise to her anyway, she wondered about all the people who had assumed they were in love all these years, and how they felt when she always denied it. Did they think she was lying or naieve?
"Mulder, I've been thinking and you're right, I have to stop separating Katherine from Scully. Special agent Dana Katherine Scully is one woman not two, and Scully needs to have a love life." Her partner was watching her as she spoke,clearly wondering where this was headed. He had first raised the concept at her last visit the previous morning, before her promised visit to the gunmen. Was she going to cut off from him now, it might even be in her best interrest, if a radical change, but it would wound him deeply. "That mean Mulder and Scully have to start doing what Katherine and her client have been doing. Amoung other things."
"Gee Scully, let me get out of hospital before putting me back in the saddle." He said with a grin, and because that damn saddle would hurt his back, it usually did even without the injury. Why did his partner look so nervous, she had never been shy about asking for anything? Then it hit him, of course, that was Katherine, this is Scully, or should I call her Dana now?
Scully was nervous about a sexual request for the first time since highschool. That had worked out, and this would too, Mulder would never let her down in something like this. 'So tell him you coward' she said to herself, 'he will be still care about you.'
"I need a life, a love life, outside of the X-Files. I need you, never doubt that, but I need, we need, and outsider for balance." There, it was said, and the way Mulders expression changed the fear and disapointment at the thought of losing her, and the way he quickly covered it up, confirmed her opinion that she was right. "Julie Simms has asked me out on a date again, and I said yes. Mulder, she knows all about my relationship with you, and that it is not negotiable, that I would never end it. Please say this is alright, that you are ok with sharing my love with a woman we have both known for years,I know its sudden..."
"Scully, it's alright, I told you that she would be good for you five years ago, remember?" It was still clear in his mind, how the tall, coal black woman had finished her shower after sex with them and, very sincerely, asked his permission to 'romance your beautiful Dana'. He had seen the love, and the possibility of helping to heal his partners emotional scars, and agreed as long as he was not 'cut out'. "Julie has loved you for all this time, and I knew it, and I still brought us to her home and bed. It's not like you'd be dating Krycek or something."
Dana had thought about this for days, and Mulder's emotional needs had been a deciding factor in which of several alternatives she had taken. Now that she looked back on it, Julie had been after more than sex and friendship for as long as they had known her, but Mulder did not react to it as a problem. Whereas the men who had asked her out drew a very hostile response. Having met, and been betrayed by, the previous women in his life, and noting his refusal to be suspicious of them even in the face of evidence, she knew it was just Fox. He trusted women who had shared his bed, irrationally, and in defiance of his natural paranoia.
Julie had been the choice of her heart anyway, which was the deciding factor, but that the dark haired man had championed her cause made it workable for her. Dana had always refused to allow Scully a love life, and Katherine had been narrowly focused, so Dr Simms clear romantic attraction had not really registered. 'How did all these people put up with me for so long, one personality a workaholic nun and the other a whore.'
"So, its ok if I date a nice doctor?" Dr Julie Simms had a suburban practice, dealing with sick children, colds and flu, and a whole mundane world that was almost more alien to them than the real aliens her partner insisted she had nearly been turned into by the black oil. Mulder had gone to her with a sprained ankle, of all things, and Scully had picked him up for a nearby case after, getting Julie's home number at the same time, and the rest was history. Private history, given the knuckle dragging barbarity of bureau rules on gay relationships, and Virginia law on the subject. "Well it's not like my career will survive investigation by prudes anyway after what's happened, and she never kept her bisexuality a secret to her patients."
"Scully, it sounds like you don't think you can really love Simms, and this is too important to her to be casual about." Mulder had had a secret dream of getting Scully out of the dangerous paranoid, nightmare he had gotten her into, and Julie had been the mechanism. He had even suggested it to Scully right out 'go be a doctor, be a doctor while you still can' after their return from the burried flying saucer in Antarctica. He meant join Julie in a joint practice, a safe haven away from the madness of the Hoover building basement. "She could really be the one for you, don't just date her for a change of pace."
"Mulder, I would never hurt someone who loved me like that."
He was such a romantic in some ways, so cynical about so many things, but hoplessly idealistic about others. He had told her about the time after Spender had kidnapped him from the mental hospital, he had been delusional and thought he was free of the x-files and lived his deepest fantasy. Which turned out to be to settle down in a neighbourhood just like Dr Simms one, get married and raise a family. Dana determined to try, whether her FBI career continued or not, to make three people happy and save her sanity, by finding the love of a good woman.