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Official Duty by Ryan Smith

This is very first piece, so go gentle? This has a definate Mulder/Scully/other touch, and has been one of my own personal dreams for a while. Any feedback is appreciated. This is naughty. If you fear that you aren't old enough to read it, then get your bad self out of here! It's NC-17 for a reason.

Oh, and Chris? I know that this isn't what you had in mind when you put them on the air. Just let me have my little fantasy and my fun.

Official Duty by Ryan Smith

I knew it, I thought, sitting crouched in the bushes. The leaves tickled me as I watched the federal agents' foreplay. I was getting hotter and tried to ignore it. I clicked into agent mode. "I told him, didn't I?" I said under my breath, "They -are- lovers." I snapped another photo. I could see the love between them in their gentleness with each other, and I almost felt sorry for the photos. -Almost-. They were breaking the rules, and that was my department. That man was right. They needed to be stopped.

I shifted my weight and accidentally snapped a branch near me. The hotel room became still.

"Mulder, what was that?" Shit, I thought, I'm done for now. At least I got the pictures. The man would be upset, however. The pictures of kissing and touching wouldn't be enough. I backed silently into the bushes, waiting for them to resume their activities. Imagine leaving all this work to a rookie...my thoughts ran into a curb. He flung open the door, the sheet around his waist not disturbing his erection and his gun drawn.

"Who's out here? I -seriously- suggest that you give yourself up now." A gun?! Shit, I thought. This day is just going from bad to worse. As he poked the bushes around him, I was carefully burying my surveillance equipment, including the camera. "What are you doing out here?" I turned to look up the barrel of his gun.

"Taking a leak?" I nervously suggested. He snatched the camera from my hands, sliding the strap up his arm, and with his other arm, clasped the back of my neck.

"Look what I've found, Scully." I tried to regain my balance as he flung me into the room and bolted the door.

"Looks like she got lost." She cooed, stretching herself out farther under the comforter of the four poster bed.

"She says she was just taking me leak."

"With all that photographic equipment?"

"I know. Pissing is a Kodak moment for me too."

She sat on the edge of the bed. "Why don't you tell us why you're -really- here, kid?"

I gulped. "I'm here on official business."

He opened my badge. "Agent Cassiopeia Williams. Why, this badge is bright and shiny. Don't tell me, you're a rookie, aren't you?"

"With cultured parents." She added.

They exchanged a conspiratory glance, and to my dismay, they didn't have to speak a word to plot the rest of our evening together.

"So, Cassie, this is Scully, and I'm Mulder, but you already know that much, don't you?"

I nodded. "I'm here investigating charges of misconduct. The film..." He was exposing every frame of my film to the light. It was all I could do to keep from crying. My whole night's work. All for nothing. "The film contained some not so friendly pictures. You two would have been formally charged and fired from the force."

Her lips were close enough to my ear that I could feel her breath on the inside of my eardrum. "But now you have no proof. Believe me, little one, we know that trick very well." Her tongue ran along the edge of my ear, as if to taste the fear leaking from my brain. She looked up to Mulder. He grinned.

He lifted me like potatoes and threw me onto the bed. Before I could get up, Scully had me pinned under her. I screamed, and they began laughing.

My tears ran unleashed now. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because, my dear, you still haven't realized." He was rummaging in their suitcases as she peeled my clothes off. I was too upset to fight with them anymore. "-We- sent you here. I was the man who made the telephone call. This is all our plot to put a little jolt into our sex life." He pulled out four sets of shackles, the type used on federal criminals. I cringed and tried to shrink away but she still held me pinned under her weight.

I, naked and crying, was silently chained to the four corners to the bed, using my appendages. "You know, this won't look good on your records." I blurted through the tears.

"Who's going to tell? You?!" She rose from my stomach to tenderly kiss his mouth.

"Your turn," He breathed into her. "She's your gift." I was excited and horrified at the same time. Excited?! My brain screamed at me. You're chained to a bed with two sicko federal agents. You can't shut your legs and there's a good, no make that, probable chance that you'll end up dead. And you're excited?!

She began kissing me down my chest, carefully avoiding any place that would have brought obvious pleasure. I must have shuttered, because she huskily added, "Looks like she goes both ways, Mulder."

"Open your eyes, Cassie. We would like some -great- pictures of this." I looked over to see him loading new film in my camera.

"You're creating evidence against yourselves?" My voice was coated in the inner conflict I felt. It seemed that nothing that night had gone according to plan. And now they were photographing my sexual assault.

"Almost. Except no one will ever see these pictures except us. Just a memento of our wonderful time together." Her tongue was running along my navel, and I must have bucked my hips in response. "Sensitive?"

Why was I liking this? This is -wrong-, right? I started crying again, apparently the reaction Mulder was going for.

"Oh dear." She moaned into my inner thigh. I shook as much as I could. "She's -all- wet. I mean, -all-." She licked the opening and a moan escaped my throat.

"You like this, Cassie? You like being strapped open and made love to? You like being afraid?" His voice was husky as he watched her eating me out. "May I, dear?"

"She's terrific. Knock yourself out."

He peeled off the sheet and thrust his cock into my slightly parted mouth. I involuntarily began sucking in response to how she was sucking on me. This whole experience would have incredibly intimate if I wouldn't have been chained to the bed. Imagine. Being invited to be some couple's third.

What?! My brain was screaming against my senses. I was getting more aroused with every lick against my clit, every suck on his penis. This is insane, Cassie. There's no way you can be liking this. These people are federal employees, not some couple you met in a bar. This is exactly what you were supposed to be taking pictures of. Besides, have you forgotten that you're being -assaulted- here? Oh shut up, I commanded at some part of me.

I could feel it soon. My muscles began contracting and I was pushed over the edge. As my vaginal muscles squeezed down on her tongue, he was also coming into my mouth.

"Oh Scully!" He screamed. "You were right. This is amazing."

She licked her fingers and her lips. "My turn." She leapt (cat motion, my brain incoherently thought) off of me and onto him. She was kissing him ferociously as she had him pinned to the floor. I could feel my insides start again, just like when I was taking those damn pictures. The pictures that had brought me here in the first place. Except, there was nothing but the cold air assaulting me where her warm mouth had been. I tried to shut my legs, hard. I pulled the shackles as tightly as I could, making a loud sort cracking noise. She spun around, her eyes glowing like icy fire.

"What do you want now?" Hr voice was stretched in her fury at my interruption.

"It's so cold...." She threw her comforter on top of me, leaving me to fend for myself. I watched them make love to each other, with all the passion two people in love could have.

I woke up in my office, my head resting on my desk. The case file was sitting on top of my desk, stamped closed on the cover. They were going to call me tonight. It promised to be interesting.

He pulled a long drag off of his cigarette. "So, she let them get away with assaulting her?" He looked questioningly up at his henchman.

"Yeah, apparently, she got off on it too, much to our dismay."

"Her pictures?"

"The film was destroyed, but we got the other he took....and our man's."

He took a drag as he looked at the pictures. "Well, Mulder, you got this one. Don't think it will be so easy next time. If I decide to give you a next time."