Latex by Harrison Coin

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DISCLAIMER: XF is owned by Chris Carter, Fox, and 1013, not by me. I'm breaking a law or two by writing this story, but seeing as I already wrote something like eleven, one more isn't going to change things. :-) Cannibal! The Musical! and related songs and terms are property of Cannibal Films Ltd. and Trey Parker. I own Sarah and Jane. If CC wants to use them, he'll have to take this script I have...heh heh heh.

WARNING: NC-17. There's also drinking and sick funny movies (see above). You have been warned.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story is exclusive to AEA. Keep it that way. Cannibal! The Musical! really exists and it's funny without the effects of booze; it should be at Blockbuster sometime in '98, or on Cinemax or HBO somewhere as of now. Check out the Troma website (www.troma.com) for more info. I don't know if the FBI has a community service requirement, so bug them, not me, if you want to find out if that's true. And yet again my penchant for literary references pops up; this time think Ed McBain.

NOTE: This story references the story "Mulder and Scully's High School Renunion" so you may wish to read that first

Latex by Harrison Coin

Scully put her forehead against the cold surface of her desk. "Please tell me Skinner has cancelled the CSR."

"No chance. We're going to be sealing roads for fat cats tomorrow." Mulder sounded oddly amused, maybe he needed to get out of the house more.

"Agh. Three hours under the Washington sun in July. Just shoot me now."

"Well, there's good news. I'm throwing a party afterwards. Beer, food, and this great movie I found on cable..."

"I thought those were for private viewing."

"Veeeeeery funny. Maybe I'll go through your apartment sometime, see what sordid dirt I can dig up."

"If you go through my stuff, I will shoot you without remorse." Unless you read my journal, in which case I will suck every fluid out of your body, she added mentally.

Mulder laughed, and told her good night, thinking all the while that he was glad she hadn't found his AUDIO tapes....

"Hey there, sweet thang!"

"Sarah, um, hi. This is my partner, Dana Scully. Scully, this is Sarah, Fraud?"

"Nope, Forgery."

"So nice to meet you." Sarah?

"Fox, you rat bastard!" Scully's eyebrow went up when she noticed Mulder flinch.

"Jane...MMMPH!" Mulder had just gotten an extremely flirtatious kiss on the lips by a stunning brunette.

After Mulder had made introductions all around, the two women went off in search of the rollers they were using to lay down the latex sealant on the road.

"First name basis? Shall I assume this means we're working with...?"

"Yes, two old girlfriends."

Mulder was studiously avoiding looking at her face, and so missed the cocked eyebrow. Given that kiss she thought it was an old girlfriend and a current one.

"Jane's rather....direct."

"I gathered that." Scully remarked.

The two women came back with the rollers, while two burly thugs from Fraud hauled the five-pound tubs of sealant over. Already everyone was sweating through T-shirts and shorts.

Scully, out of the corner of her eye, observed the flex of Mulder's back muscles as he stirred the thick latex mix. She wondered what he looked like nude and flexing... Fodder for the journal, Dana, get to work.

She stifled a "Damn!" when she realized: until the latex was mixed, there was no work. Okay...she hadn't put on sunscreen. She got out a tube, and started rubbing herself down.

Slim, muscular legs, that was the first thing that caught Mulder's eye. The creme went on sort of greasy over them, slick and smooth. Her arms, thinner versions of her legs, came next, so creamy and defined, Good God...

Fox was jerked back to the present by the grunts and cries of four men working in tandem to get the lid off of the next tub. He studiously looked into the black-brown fluid and kept it there. The microphone gods were going to get one hell of a sacrifice tonight...

"Think she's gotten the old Mulder Maneuver?"

"No way. Sorry, but her rep precedes her, Virgin Queen, goes by the book. Must drive him nuts."

"That's why he wants her, Sarah, you know that!"

"No....doesn't look like it to me. I'd say we have a genuine case of frustrated mutual attraction."

"You're right. I can see his eyes from here."

"HIS eyes? You see her eyes? They'd been her fingers, he would have gotten a rubdown. But Mulder's not a good old boy, he can keep it in his pants."

"You think?"

"Yep. Hey, they've got a tub mixed, let's get to work."

An hour later, everyone was in a wet T-shirt contest. Mulder and Scully couldn't help noticing each other. Scully appreciated Mulder's sculpted torso, when he wasn't looking, of course. Which, goody, was most of the time.

That was because Mulder was doing his best not to look at Scully's body. Everything clung; Jesus Christ, if he had known these shorts were going to be so constricting he would have worn sweats. Yeah right, his mind sneered back at him.

Sarah and Jane, meanwhile, were merrily chatting away, discussing the latest computers and how useful they were to forgers. Scully mostly kept to herself until the break, and was even more taciturn after; Sarah and Jane had been discussing Mulder's anatomy. The adjectives "cute" and "thick" came up a lot.

Mulder, meanwhile, kept working, even though his back was screaming and sweat was getting into his mouth. He didn't know how obvious a boner would be in sweat-doused shorts, probably pretty much so.

"Mulder."

Mulder looked up. Oh, shit, there was Scully. He could feel his short arm rising to salute her.

"Doctor's orders, Mulder, go take a break."

"Well, I was figuring..."

"Now, Mulder." she said in a commanding tone, and seized the roller away from him. Meekly, he went over to the cooler and cracked a Dr Pepper.

"Man, oh, man, Mulder, I wish I had your assignment."

"You, Monohan? You don't even like slasher movies, let alone horror."

"Dumb slasher movies."

Monohan's partner Monroe piped up. "Is there such a thing as a smart slasher movie?"

"If there is, it's a case for the X-Files." Mulder cracked, and they all laughed. But it was a hard laugh; all of them were alumni of the VC task force, and the blatant bullshit of slasher movies infuriated them.

"Anyway, being around a woman like that...God, worth anything."

"Really, Monohan? Your wife know you feel this way?"

"Being married doesn't mean you can't look, Phelps. Shut up, Forbes." Monohan said before Phelps's sex-obsessed partner could get a word in.

"Yes, she is attractive, but she's also my partner. You know the rules, Monohan. I remember a very interesting lecture you gave the new Quantico students..." Monohan's line was to the effect that if you wanted to screw somebody, do it now, because the Bureau didn't give you a chance to in the future.

"Yeah, well, she keeps in good shape. Speaking of which, time to go back to work."

The after-service party had started off with everyone getting a beer out of Mulder's fridge. The place was clean, a miracle. Only Mulder and Scully had abstained, Mulder was the host and Scully didn't want to get drunk in close quarters with fellow FBI agents, and do something stupid, like tell Mulder what she felt for him.

Everyone had been drinking heavily and steadily since the start at three in the afternoon. After an entire case had been gone through, Mulder went on a beer run. He had come back just in time to be shoved into his closet by six shit-faced FBI agents with his partner.

Oh, shit, they both thought. There wasn't enough room for them to have any space, and so they had to stand body against body.

Okay, Mulder thought, I can handle this, and bit back a moan as he felt Scully's nipples through the cloth of his shirt and hers.

Scully was too busy wondering how she could both pretend to not know what the thing poking her stomach was, and how she could keep him from realizing she wanted him BAD. After five mintues, the door was mercifully opened, because Mulder had, as a safety precaution, hidden the beer, and they were thirsty.

For the rest of the evening, Mulder stayed across the room from Scully, so he wouldn't suddenly grab her, kiss her deeply and then get a judo throw that would probably break his arm in the bargain. Scully was glad Mulder was avoiding her; if she looked into his eyes and he spoke, she'd just go nuts.

And then the real festivities began. Mulder managed to get everyone crammed in his living room, and popped in Cannibal! The Musical! The besotted audience cheerfully sang along with "Juan Shwartz" as he belted:

"The sky is blue, and all the leaves are green.
My heart's as full as a baked potato
I think I know precisely what I mean
When I say it's a shpadoinkle day!"

It's her eyes that are blue, Mulder thought dreamily, cerulean. God, you could get lost in those eyes...

"Hey, Spooky, sling me a beer!"

Mulder flipped the offending voice the finger and literally chucked the beer at him.

Scully admired the play of his muscles as he threw the beer can.

Mulder thought, some time alone with her, that's all I'm asking for.

God, she wanted him. If she were drunk, she might actually be screwing him right now...

The movie ended, and the drunk agents staggered their way home. Scully stayed behind to help clean up when she heard a sound unmistakably like a moving car running into a parked one.

Phelps had utterly destroyed her car.

"Uh, Scully, how are you going to get home?" Mulder asked.

That gave Scully pause. Mulder didn't have a car right now, Frohike had borrowed it for some idiotic reason. And she didn't trust any other drivers around here right now.

"If it's not too much trouble, can I stay at our place for the night?"

"Um...I..Sure, no problem."

Sarah, guarded by a equally inebriated Jane yelled over to Scully. "Hope you got plenty of rubbers, girl, you're going to need them!"

Scully turned bright red.

She did have a 12-pack of Trojans in her purse...

"So..."

"So."

"There's a blanket in the closet for the bed if you want it..."

"It's July, Mulder, I think I'll be fine."

There was an ominous grind, and a sudden absence of noise made itself known.

"Don't tell me that was the..."

"Air conditioning. Fraid so."

Stuck in an apartment with a sweaty Mulder. Oh joy, this was going to be one hell of a night.

Scully woke up doused in sweat and flushed with lust. She was completely naked, although she didn't remember taking her clothes off. Slowly it hit her where she was, and then the door creaked open. Mulder was standing there. Sarah and Jane were half right, it wasn't cute but it was thick. And long. And very clearly aroused.

"You were talking in your sleep, Dana."

She didn't know what thrilled her more, his velvet voice or the use of her first name.

"Well, not quite talking. More like sighing, and moaning, and then you screamed and called out my name. I think I can guess what the dream was about, Dana..."

"Fox, shut up." Scully suggested, and then was over to him in two bounds and on her knees. Before he realized wat was happening, she had taken his head in her mouth.

Mmmmmm. Spicy and salty. She ran her tongue over the hypersensitive ridge of the head and was rewarded with a half-moan half-yelp. She took him in inch by inch, savoring his reactions, is every cry and groan.

His hands went through her silky auburn hair, holding her against his penis. She smiled a little, and slowly pulled back, tormenting him with sensation. Then she slowly slid back down again, keeping him on the verge.

After a few minutes of that, Mulder pulled her up, and lay her down on the bed. "Your turn." His voice slithered into her ear, and she moaned when she felt the first nip on her inner thigh. He traced little kisses and bites down both, and then his tongue touched her lips, parting like the flowers on a petal. He traced the area around her clit, and got a cry out of her. He got close, the teasing bastard, but he never quite touched it...

Oh, God. Mulder worked her clit slowly, returning what she had done to him tenfold. His tongue and lips were all over, oh, God, she was so close.

And then he stopped, and slid up her body, the friction almost unbearable. He rolled over so she was on top, and let her take it from there.

She took hold of his prick, and carefully guided it into her. She centered her weight and let gravity do the work, driving him deep inside her. Her knees were on either side of his hips. He pulled away as she did, and they came together and both nearly came then.

But they held back, wanting this to last. It got faster and more urgent until finally they couldn't take it any longer and came together, his seed filling her as her muscles tightened to squeeze out more.

Exhausted and hot, she rolled back to catch her breath.

"My God, Mul...Fox."

"Yeah...wow..." His eyes were glazed over, he clearly had fun.

His arm went around her, and she snuggled up against him, and both feel asleep.

"Mulder, what did we do last night?"

"You mean you don't remember, Dana?"

"Yes I remember, who could forget? It's the rest of our lives I'm concerned about."

"As a psychologist, I can tell you everything happens for a reason. Our mutual sexual attrraction is only the tip of the iceberg, the fact that we're not satisfied with boffing means there's something..."

"Underlying. Yes, Mulder, I know..."

"Why are you keeping distance from me?"

"What?"

"I'm calling you by your first name, Dana, but you're still calling me Mulder."

"Oh, shit, Fox, I'm sorry. It's just that..."

"You love me, but you're not sure if I love you."

Tears welled in Scully's eyes as she nodded yes.

"Dana...I've loved you forever. God, the first day you walked in..."

"Shut up and kiss me."

So he did. And they had a great life....

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