Infernal Chase by Harrison Coin

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DISCLAIMER: The X-Files and all related characters are property of Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013. I'm infringing on copyright by writing this story, but I haven't been nailed yet...

WARNING: NC-17 Hot sex with only a little plot.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Ahhh. back to my randy old ways. I hadn't really gone all out in a while writing these stories (you see them in big clumps, I write them one at a time), so I decided, let's have a little fun. Just don't get on my ass about plot details... I tip my hat to Diorana, the author of the Wine series, my personal favorite series. See if you can spot it, reference hunters! And no, I wouldn't watch Melrose Place if it were a choice between that or being shot.

Infernal Chase by Harrison Coin

"Hidden somewhere in Agent Scully's apartment is a disk."

"Who is this?"

"That does not concern you. What does is the disk. Go, find the disk. Enjoy yourself."

"Why are you telling me?"

Only a dial tone answered him.

"Somewhere in Agent Mulder apartment is a disk. You have an hour to find it, open it and call this number to tell me the contents." The man rattled off a number that Scully just barely managed to get down.

She was left just as Mulder finished dialing her number.

Scully wasn't answering. Damn.

Okay, it was time to be a jerk. If an ominous voice calls you up and tells you to go fetch something, you do it. But not before running past the Lone Gunmen...

He left for Scully's apartment, checking to make sure her key has still on the ring.

As Mulder drove off, Scully pulled into a parking lot across the street. Too busy trying to fit into the space between a Yukon and a Jimmy with her Japanese compact, she never saw him leave.

"Mulder? Mulder?" She kicked the door instead of knocking. After about five minutes and a few yelled complaints, she used her key to get in. Hopefully Mulder wasn't watching any of his movies...

No, this apartment was clearly empty. And filthy. He really needed someone to look after him. Fantasies, Dana, that's what your disks are for.

The disks were her own little innovation, they let her release her sexual frustration, her longing for Mulder, without compromising their friendship.

Oh, bullshit, Dana, admit it, you're afraid he'll turn you down.

Enough of this. She began by scanning every pile of books, magazines and documents in the room. After going through a very large stack of porno mags, she was about ready to give up when she noticed one on the floor.

She picked it up by the spine, and a black matt disk fell out.

Wonderful, how many disks did Scully have, anyway?

He needed to be looking for something that was out of place, something that looked like it fit in, but didn't. Sighing, he flipped through her diskfile again.

Then he noticed a plastic flap in the back being held up by something. He pulled back the flap, and saw a pile of neat, unlabeled disks.

They could be empty. They could be junk. Her sex fantasies...

Okay, down boy, not the time. He knew he was really attracted to his partner, but this was getting to be too much. His dreams were getting more and more detailed. He was starting to get a boner just from seeing her. It was like a schoolboy having a crush on his teacher, it was genuinely idiotic. Or was it something deeper?

Time enough for psychoanalysis, Mulder. Get back to work.

He booted up her computer and popped in the first disk.

Good God, I don't believe my eyes, they thought simultaneously.

Can she really do that with her tongue? Mulder wondered.

Can you honestly use pudding that way? Scully thought.

Doesn't the FBI have rules on how you use their handcuffs?

Is it even possible to DO that in a hammock?

Interesting use of velvet and silk

What the hell is the Lick Trick?

Whoa, they both thought. It hit them, the attraction they felt was mutual. They wanted each other. It was just a question of how to act on it.

I have to get out, now, before Mulder comes in and catches me. Scully packed up...but took the disk.

Mulder debated taking Scully's disk. But he didn't need to. He was going to have enough trouble sleeping as it was without more of this compounding the problem.

Neither of them recalled that today was Thursday.

BRAAAP-BRAAAP-BRAA...*

Goddamn alarm, he was going to shoot it one of these days. Okay, get up go to work and finish off that damn paperwork. Mulder got under the hot blast of the shower, firmly keeping Scully out of his mind. She'd been IN his mind all last night, and he needed some space right now.

What was he going to do? He wanted to act, but at the same time he didn't want her to know that he'd violated her privacy. Just walk up and kiss her deeply? Or just act as if nothing's wrong?

She doesn't know I know. So I'll keep it quiet, ask her out for coffee or something Saturday. So I can spend tonight tossing my apartment for my disk.

He wondered if that disk had been stolen and was going to be used for blackmail. Well, they had a real surprise coming if they sent that disk to Scully. She wouldn't be furious, they'd be too busy screwing.

He soaped down the rest of his body, and put some shampoo in his hair.

She had spent all of last night reading Mulder's stories and journal entries. Some choice quotes stuck in her mind...

"Is it love? Lust? Forbidden fruit? Am I simply looking for the first woman that comes along, or am I looking for something deeper? Until I know the answers to these questions, I've got to keep my true feelings under wraps."

"God, I want her. I feel like such an asshole sometimes, stealing little looks, checking her out when she's not looking."

As for the other quotes, well...if all went according to plan, Mulder would be acting on them soon.

She was smiling when she walked in. Not a breezy, perky smile, but one that seemed to say: I know your secrets, Fox. This was going to be a looooooong day.

Mulder had worn full-cut trousers, and mentally perpared himself for a long, tedious day. He wasn't going to look at Scully. Not once. Period.

She settled down across from him, since the FBI hadn't been gracious enough to grant them a second desk, and they both got to work. Checking budgets, mowing through paperwork, even aroused, they had gone through more than half the pile by lunchtime.

When they came in from lunch, they discovered that VC had, in their usual prank manner, taken the unfinished stuff, so they had five hours. With nothing to do.

Mulder smiled as he wondered just what Skinner was going to do to them. It was all just budget stuff, actually...maybe he'd make them do it.

Sure enough, Skinner called, and told them he was making the VC boys do the rest of the paperwork. Since it was just checking subtraction and addition, he ordered only one agent to do it.

"So?" Scully asked with a raised eyebrow.

"So some poor bastard is going to be locked in here tonight doing our paperwork. I wonder if this is Skinner doing payback for the prank they pulled on him on April Fool's Day."

"Oh, God, that's so funny. I'd never say it to his face, but that eight was just a riot."

Some joker in VC had stuck a decal of a very large 8 on the pate of a sleeping Skinner. He had reprimanded the entire department.

The image of the massive eight on Skinner's head just overpowered them, and they began laughing, a deep basso counter to chimes in the wind.

God, she's beautiful when she smiles.

He gets even sexier when he laughs.

This is going to be a long four hours, they both thought. Mulder tried to get into a case of SHC that had been reported, but he just couldn't do it. He took out a Conan novel and began reading. Scully got out one of her guilty pleasures, a romance novel. They read in silence for a while.

"Scully?"

"Hm?"

"How can you read those, seriously?"

She laughed again. "I don't read them seriously. I read them because they're funny! These things get so ridiculous. Listen to this: 'she caressed his bulging pectorals, his manly muscles heightening her need...', oh stop cringing, it gets worse. 'His little kisses tickled her alabaster skin, and his hand surfed through the blonde waves of her hair...'"

" 'The blonde waves of her hair'? Ouch. I knew a guy in Oxford who wrote like that. He always said he was majoring in physics for a reason."

"Yeah, well, anyone can write these. They're just soap operas, really, with more graphic detail..."

"You watch soap operas?"

"Ever now and then. Stop laughing, Mulder. It wasn't just porno movies I saw in that video collection of yours!"

"Okay, okay, I admit it. I'm addicted to Melrose Place, it's a riot. They do the strangest stuff. There's a thing with a Scrabble board that's really great."

So THAT'S where he got it. She'd have to remember that.

"And why do you read those?" she asked, pointing to the Conan novel.

He looked at the cover. It showed Conan, the most masculine human real or fictional, ferociously beating the living shit out of a big sea monster.

"Guilty pleasure. These things have the same formula every time. Conan gets job, meets evil wizard, gets threatened by evil wizard, kills evil wizard and ninety thousand thugs, gets laid or at least checks out a chick along the way."

Scully cocked an eyebrow. "You read a lot of these."

"They're the male version of the romance novel. Complete escapism."

"The male version of a romance novel? You mean to tell me men don't read romance novels?"

"They don't. I do not know any guy out there who has read a romance novel. Do you?"

"No. But guys watch soap operas."

"Of course they do! They start watching so they can talk to their girlfriends about something neutral, and they get hooked. You know Louie, the new guy?"

Louie was the new security guard, a muscular and powerful thuglike man who read Charles Dickens to relax and talked in a smooth cultured voice. The FBI had a tendency to get security guards who didn't fit the norm, thus making for a lot of fun among the guards when sone stereotype was invoked.

"What about him?"

"He's watching One Life To Live, and says that since his girlfriend dumped him, he's only going to watch until a kidnapping plot is finished..."

"Poor man. He's hooked for life!"

They both had big smiles on their faces, the humor and fun flooding the dank basement office like light.

After a few more observations on the difference between women and men when it came to entertainment, they went back to their books, an occasional snicker or reading of a section floating on the air. Finally, Scully looked up and saw that it was five.

Mulder was absorbed in a scene of mayhem and bloodshed when he heard Scully close the door, her heels rapping off towards the stairs. He looked up from the book...and saw his disk.

Oh, shit.

There was a label on it. He picked up the disk, and read, in her neat precise handwriting:

8:00, my place. DON'T BE LATE

He showed up a minute early, checked his watch, and then knocked.

Scully answered the door...in her business suit. Okay, so she wasn't going to screw him. He was in trouble. He was wearing sandals, jean shorts and a plain white t-shirt.

One look at the inside of the apartment told him otherwise on sex. Incense, candles, low lighting, the works. Not quite sure what to do, he sat down on the couch, noting an open bottle of wine, chilled but as-of-yet untouched, on the coffee table. So far neither had spoken a word.

She sat down next to him, her hand on his thigh. She slid her hand slowly upward...

"Oh, to hell with this!" they both exclaimed and slammed into each other. Mulder slid her blazer off and pulled her blouse over her head without bothering to undo any buttons. She was even more direct; she tore open his shirt, running her hands over his torso, feeling the ridges and valleys. Before he could drop to her breasts, she lowered her head to his crotch, and undid his pants with her mouth. His penis shot up, throbbing.

She slowly pulled the shorts off his body as she began tickling his member. She kicked her pumps off, taking hold of it at the base and running her tongue up the bottom and over the head, and then circling the ridge the head made as it connected to the shaft. He played with him for a while, trying to see how deep she could get the moans with just her tongue. Then she took the head in her mouth, tongue flicking all over it, and then the rest of him, so suddenly he jerked in surprise. She set the rythm that way, slow on the way out, fast on the way in, her tongue going all over, creating delicious friction for him. Later, she realized that the rumbles he had been releasing, in combination with the fact that he was on a hair-trigger, were what pushed her over the edge. She put on the suction, and heard a cry out as he released in her mouth. She swallowed, taking it all in. She came up with a smile on her face, and was taken by surprise when Mulder pushed her back and spread her thighs before she could so much as say anything. And then he started, and she gave over control to him.

He knew she was halfway there already. The trick was stretching out the other half for as long as he could. He nipped her inner thighs, and she gasped. She felt his lips curve as he moved in, his hand following right along, a deadly duo.

He ran his tongue along her lips, using the very tip to pry them apart, while his hand slid steadily upwards, massaging her smooth creamy abdomen, her ivory breasts, pinching a pink nipple lightly. His tongue explored inside of her, thrusting in like a piston and then going limp to explore, drawing back almost painfully slowly. She grabbed his head and pressed him closer, wanting him to go even further.

He obliged, putting her on the razor's edge, and then drawing back. Her clit hadn't gotten much attention...He flicked it with his tongue and her moan was lower and more drawn out than the rest. Smiling, he focused in on the clit, making her cry out.

His hand had gone down to her ass, and now slid up to the little patch of skin between vagina and anus, and kept his finger there, unmoving, rigid.

Finally, he could stretch it out no more, and clamped down hard ont he clit with his lips and sucked. She let out a quiet cry and rammed her mons into his face, spasming in orgasm.

As he came up to her level, she felt a pole digging into her thigh. Mulder apparently didn't take long to recover, she thought, and grinned. Her grin dropped into an O of pleasure as Mulder slid in, going fast, loving the sensations of her soaked, tight vagina.

She came before he did, thanks in part to his depletion making him like a battering ram. She grabbed his hips and moved him in little swirls and curlicues that apparently did a lot for her, judging by the muscles that clamped down on his manhood. Those same muscles clenched again and he exploded, feeling as if a little ball of pleasure had slid through his penis, had gotten stopped int he head, and then had burst out.

They went to the bedroom, both noting little scratches and bites they had given the other. They settled down next to each other, holding and grinning.

She planted kisses all across his chest, feeling him twitch. He looked down at her and said "Any questions?"

"What IS the Lick Trick?"

His grin took on a secret undertone. "Better demonstrated than told." he whispered, his voice rubbing her ears with velvet as he slid down, and parted her thighs again.

Before she could object to more oral sex, his tongue flicked out like a whip and lightly slid over her clit. She heard his breath as he counted to five and did it again.

"Well, somewhat stimulating...Ah, make that very, oh...mmmm, more. Ah, Mulder. MULDER!!!" She cried out as an intense orgasm overtook her, wracking her body.

And once again, against the senstive skin of her inner thigh, she felt him smile.

Songbirds twittered. Mulder slowly came back to consciousness, hearing the songbirds. His cheek was against Scully, her head lying on top of his slightly. One hand was linked with hers, the other cupping her rear. She had one hand around his penis.

Sensory input to the effect that he was covered with dried fluids and that his entire body ached slowly made him shift, thus waking up Scully.

"Mmmm."

"Morning, Dana."

She adjusted her position, putting both arms around him in an embrace. He did likewise, and he felt her lips form a familiar cresent against his pectoral.

"My body aches everywhere."

"Mine too, Fox. I suppose we have to get up soon."

"I guess."

Finally, they broke the embrace and stretched, hearing the pop of joints as they settled back into place. Mulder walked into the living room, and came back in saying: "The wine's warm, flowers wilted, and we'll be scraping wax off your table for weeks."

"Shut up and kiss me." Scully suggested.

He took the suggestion.

END

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