Title: "Rendezvous" (1/1)

Author: Touchstone

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Classification-: Implied MSR

Rated: NC-17

Catagory: Mulderbation

Spoilers: None, well, maybe a *very* slight one for "Small Potatoes"

Summary: A different kind of Mulder torture. 

Disclaimer: Not mine, but if Scully doesn't want Mulder, I'll take him.
Mulder, Scully and the X-Files are property of 1013, FOX, DD, GA and CC.

Archive: Anywhere is fine, just keep name attached, thank you

Author's notes: Thank you to my wonderful beta, *THE* Grammar Goddess,
Samanthaj3 and to Aly, for always being willing to perv with me and showing
me the light!! A big hand of appreciation to Mike G. for his encouragement
and enthusiasm. My apologies to Mulder, for leaving him in the constant
state of arousal for weeks at a time, poor guy. 

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"When I think about you, I touch myself."
The Divinyls 
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Alexandria, VA
42-2630 Hegal Place
Apartment #42
7:00 PM EST


The keys jangled in his pocket as he stepped off the elevator and headed
towards his door. The hallway was barren. It always seemed that no matter
what time of day he came home, no one was ever there to greet him. Not the
neighbor that snored too loud, not the couple that fucked so hard they shook
Mulder's walls and certainly not the old woman who always gave him nasty
looks. Even the rats had better things to do than welcome Fox Mulder home
from a hard day of work. His dark trenchcoat swirled around his legs as a
hand searched his pocket to retrieve his keys. When he finally pulled them from
the depths, they fell to the ground with a clatter. 

"Shit," he muttered as he bent to get them, hitting his head against his door as
he did. "Fuck!" He promptly let himself in, rubbing his sore head with one hand
while tossing his keys on the dining room table with his other. 

The perfect end to the perfect day. 

The most frustrating day from hell. At least it felt that way to Mulder. Then
again, it seemed like every day spent resisting his attraction to Scully was the
longest day in hell. He had wanted her for so long, he lost track. Images of her
occupied his every waking thought and most of his non-waking as well. Thinking
straight in her presence had become as increasingly difficult as had concealing
the constant hard-on he carried around all day. Some days he thought he might
come in his pants just watching her move about their confining office in her short
skirts. He had even begun walking ahead of her, for witnessing her ass wiggle as
she walked in her heels would cause his arousal to become completely unbearable.
Sometimes, Mulder would imagine taking Scully from behind, shoving her against a
wall of the JEHB, pushing her skirt up and sinking his hard cock deep inside her
warmth. There in the darkness of the basement hall, Mulder would mark Scully with
his scent as he came deep within her. 

He sighed as he made his way through the darkness of his apartment. Mulder and the
darkness were old friends. After spending many hours lying in the stillness of his
apartment while the rest of the world slept peacefully, he was acquainted with the
loneliness that often accompanied the nights. As Scully had once said, "Darkness
hides a multitude of sins". Mulder certainly had his sins, most of them thoughts of
a very naked Scully and himself in some compromising positions. Very unpartnerlike
thoughts filled his head as he began to strip off his clothes. His trenchcoat
landed with a heavy thud on the end of his couch as he headed straight for the cold
shower he needed so desperately. 

The frigid water beat against his back as Mulder stood and took the abuse. He rolled
his head from side to side, trying to persuade the knot in his neck to let loose.
The tension building in his body for the past 7 years was starting to affect his
health as he found himself plagued with more headaches and sore muscles. He quickly
ran the soap over his body before the water got to a bone chilling temperature.
Mulder's eyes closed as he saw Scully standing in front of him. She was naked and
wet with nipples hard as diamonds. He couldn't resist just a little touch. He reached
out to her, to caress her breas- 

"Dammit!" Mulder's hand slammed into the shower wall and not Scully's creamy breasts.
He knew before he opened his eyes, she wasn't there with him, but warm and safe in
her own apartment. She was never *there* with him. Only in his dreams did he share
with her how he felt and how much her presence affected him. Only in these fantasies
of his was he brave enough to sport an erection and proudly inform her it was all
because of her. Resigned to his solitude once again, he turned off the water and
grabbed a towel. He knew the routine. It hadn't changed in about 2 years, and it
wasn't going to tonight. 

After drying off and pulling on some jeans, Mulder headed for his kitchen to quiet
the steady growl in his stomach. He grimaced at the leftover Chinese food, but
pulled it from the refrigerator and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from a drawer. The
light from the television flickered while Mulder sat on his couch staring blankly
at its screen. He shoveled the noodles into his mouth, occasionally wiping his chin
with the back of his hand. The news anchor informed Mulder of the world's events.
Nothing changed. They reported the same crimes, the same accidents and fires every
day. Only the names and places changed, never the actions. Just like him and his
partner. The cases changed, the locations changed, but the actions between them
never did. Always the same frustrating shit. 

With another deep sigh, Mulder stood and walked to the television. Such a difficult
choice..."Touch Me Tender" or "Triple Play Tammie"? With the decision made, he
pushed the XXX-rated entertainment into his VCR and pressed 'play'. Now loud moaning
joined the blue glow that surrounded Mulder in his living room. Having watched the
movie more than several times, it was engraved in his memory. Mulder knew where all
the 'good' scenes could be found. He lay back on the cool leather, his bare feet
resting at one end. He didn't even bother facing the television. 

"Oh, god, yes! Fuck me harder!" 

Did women really talk like that? Mulder couldn't picture the quiet and reserved
Scully screaming, "fuck me harder", then again, she always kept him guessing. He had
never made a woman scream like these men did and idly wondered where his
inadequacies lay? Not big enough? Didn't last long enough? 

The weight of his impending nightly fantasy forced his eyes closed. 

"Mulder," her voice was moist in his ear. "Mulder, fuck me harder." She sounded hot,
her voice alone enough to make his body quiver. Mulder's right hand, to which he had
become so acquainted , began its nightly trip South. After grazing through the
sparse hairs on his chest and over the toned muscles of his stomach, his hand came to
rest on the button of his jeans. This was the time when he usually made the deal with
himself. This would be the last time, no more impure thoughts of Scully. No more
thoughts about the swell of her breasts under her white shirts and no more thoughts
of whether or not her satin bras matched her panties. Mulder knew he would lose the
battle and quite possibly the war as well. Deftly, his fingers undid the button of
his jeans and then slowly slid under the silk of his boxers. His cock twitched and
began to harden with a life of its own as his fingertips brushed the tip. Jesus, his
cock anticipated the touch of his own hand. How sad had this become? 

He glanced at the screen just as a woman with watermelon-sized breasts was giving
her co-star a blow job. 

"Oh, yeah, just like that," the well-endowed man grabbed his partner's head and
pushed deeper into her mouth. Mulder turned and faced the ceiling. How long since a
woman had given him head? Fuck, years at a least. Mulder always felt like the blow
jobs he had received had been something the women felt like they had to do, not
something they enjoyed doing. Scully would enjoy it, he thought, she was a control
freak, she would love having him at the mercy of her sweet mouth. A loud moan came
unwillingly from Mulder as the vision of Scully's red head, bobbing up and down
between his legs made him twice as hard. His fingers tightened their grip, his hand
began to slowly move up and down his shaft just as Scully's mouth did. It felt good,
felt so good to touch himself while envisioning Scully holding him between her berry
lips. Her lashes tickled his tip as she ran her tongue along the length of him, up
one side and down the other. The heat and wetness of her mouth encompassed him
entirely. She stopped briefly, as did Mulder's hand, and looked up at him shyly
through wisps of auburn hair. 

"God, Mulder," she purred, "you taste incredible, so salty and sweet at the same
time." He ran his hand through her hair, but found his own cock there instead. Images
of Scully licking and sucking him flickered through his mind as he tipped his head
back and closed his eyes once again. Coherent thoughts escaped him as he ran his
other hand over his chest, pausing to pinch a nipple. Scully slid her fingers along
his ribcage, teasing him with the tips of her nails, his skin twitching in response.
Scully slid herself up Mulder's torso, leaving a trail of wetness behind, chilling
Mulder's heated skin. Teasingly, she positioned herself over his mouth. While his
hands held her in place, his tongue worked magic on her. He took her clit between
his full lips and rolled it around slowly while his tongue dove out for a taste
every so often. Scully's hips rocked back and forth settling into the rhythm of
Mulder's tongue. Her hands ran up her body, caressing her breasts as she watched
Mulder indulge himself. He deserved to taste her, to smell her, to see how wet she
was for him. The essence of Scully filled Mulder's senses while his dick waited
patiently for his mouth to finish. Mulder's nose, the tip wet from Scully's arousal,
took in her musky scent, making him twice as hard. Scully began to shake, watching
and hearing Mulder enjoy his feast was enough to push her into the abyss of passion.
Putting her hands on Mulder's chest for support, she came. Two of Mulder's fingers
darted in and out of her as his tongue, now tasting completely of Scully, licked her
entirely. As she came with his mouth on her, Mulder thought maybe there was a God
after all, for he was on the most heavenly high. 

The moaning on the TV increased in volume as Mulder's hand increased in speed,
slapping his abdomen with every downward stroke and tugging his reddened tip with
every upward stroke. He enjoyed the titillating feeling of riding the edge of the
plateau as much as the orgasm. How long he could hold off the mounting pressure was
a game he enjoyed playing with himself, hoping the endurance might come in handy some
day. 

"Faster, deeper, oh, yeah, FUCK me harder!" The no-name porn star directed her co-star.
Funny, Scully was saying the same thing to Mulder as she now pumped up and down on him,
impaled on his thick shaft. Mulder's hands gripped her hips, slamming her to him with
a never-ending desire. Deep inside Scully was where his dick belonged. 

"God, Scully," Mulder moaned aloud, his breaths had become short and raspy. His hand
had become moist from his own fluids, his eyes closed as he felt the pressure begin
to build, his balls tightening with the familiar rush. His boxers strained against
his erection. He hadn't even taken the time to pull them down, wanting to feel the
gratification as soon possible. 

"Oh, Mulder," Scully became to scream. "You are HUGE!" A smile began to graze his
lips as Scully's moans of satisfaction filled his ears. 

"Scully, you feel so fucking great," he whispered to her in return. She graced him
with a wicked grin and picked up the pace, pounding onto Mulder with a demanding
force, her breasts bobbing in front of Mulder with each thrust. 

She was breathtaking. Her hair surrounded her face while her eyes were glazed over
from her sexual high. Mulder's hand went faster and faster, each stroke bringing
him closer to coming, closer to ending this charade he played nightly. 

Scully leaned back, but her head fell forward. "I'm coming, Mulder," she called to
him. She spoke inaudible words as her muscles began to clench around his cock,
pulsing around him. Mulder's hands tightened their hold on her hips as he began to
thrust up into her with a new energy. 

"Oh, yeah, Scully, come for me." Hearing his name come from her lips as she came was
the biggest turn-on. 

Then she came again. Hard. 

"Muuulllldeeeerrrr!" She collapsed forward onto him, her breasts pressed against him
as her heavy breaths caressed his neck in a post orgasmic bliss. 

Mulder's hand, growing tired, gave a few final tugs before he came, his fluid spewing
up and over his hand, soaking his shorts. 

"Scullleeeee," Mulder groaned as his hips gave their last jerky strokes into his
orgasm. 

He lay there for several minutes while he caught his breath, his formerly hard cock
resting flaccid against his body, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. He had lost
the battle again. Some day he would tell her of his desire and need for her. It had
not been that day, and probably wouldn't be the next. Mulder sighed heavily as he
began to stir and get off his couch. 

Another day, another hand job. 

After cleaning up, Mulder plopped on his couch in defeat. He barely heard his ringing
cell phone over the groans and moans of the video still playing. 

"Mulder." 

"Mulder, it's me." She sounded beautiful. Her voice was warm and soft. His eyes shut
as each one of her words began to breathe life into his limp cock, the swelling of
another hard-on growing steadily. 

"What's up, Scully?" He sighed. 

"I ahh," she paused, "I was just thinking about getting some dinner and wanted to
know if you might want to join me?" Mulder's eyes shot open. Scully was inviting
*him* to dinner? It wasn't unheard of, but certainly not an everyday occurrence. 

"That sounds great, Scully. What were you thinking of getting? Chinese?" 

"Actually, why don't you head over, and then we can decide." This statement caught
Mulder even more off guard. Scully wasn't one for being indecisive. Something was
wrong. His mind made its way through the fog of his orgasm quickly, ignoring his
current erection as well. 

"Scully, is everything ok?" 

"Yeah, Mulder, everything's fine. I was just thinking that we never talk. You know,
talk talk." 

"Talk talk?" He muttered in return. "Ok, sure, I'll be over in 15." 

"See you then." 

He hung up the phone and smiled to himself. This was new. Something was up, Mulder
tried not to get his hopes up too high. Could Scully be as tired of the tension as
he was? Could she want to put an end to this game they had been playing for 6 years?
Mulder wasn't a blind idiot, he knew Scully loved him, but waiting day in and day out
for her to figure that out that they belonged together had been torture. Mulder
pulled his gray tee shirt over his head and stood up. Clicking off the VCR, Mulder
hoped it would be the last time he would need that particular video. He grabbed his
leather jacket from the back of his chair and glanced around for his keys. 

"Damn, where did I put them?" He spotted them on the dining room table on his way to
the door, with a smile on his face for the first time in weeks. As Mulder stood
outside his door to lock it, his neighbor arrived home, nodding acknowledgement to
Mulder. It wasn't much, but Mulder was on a high. Maybe this was a sign, things were
beginning to look up. On his way to the elevator, Mulder pulled the ringing cell phone
from his pocket. 

"Mulder." 

"Mulder, have you left yet?" 

"Yeah, Scully, on my way." He replied almost sheepishly. 

"Hurry." 

Oh yeah, things were definitely looking up. 

In more ways than one.

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The End



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