DATE: March 9, 1999

TITLE: THE INTRUDER

BY: Jill Anne Michael (You wish you knew my real name!)

Keyword: Scully/ Hmmmm

RATING: NC-17 or WORSE

Summery: SEX SEX and More SEX! Oh and for those who have weak stomaches now is your chance to turn away! This is only for mature and non-prude audiences!!!!

Archive: Wherever you wanna put it, just let me know! =)

Spoilers: If you can find it, all hats off to you and I would be surprised, this story doesn’t consist of any!

Disclaimer: "Neener! Neener! Neener! Neener! They’re all mine, I tell you, and you can’t have any of it! HA HA," Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.

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It was late; 1:35 a.m. to be exact, and time seemed now to hold a chilly halt on the wall clock as Scully’s eyes lazily grazed upward. She had been working a full tonight on a file with Mulder, but he was no where to be found in her apartment. He had left long ago to catch up on sleep. Sleep was sounding so inviting. She pulled herself up from the slumped position that she entangled herself in on the floor next to her couch, and acceded into her bedroom. Dazed as she was she could still manage to yank her clothes from her tired body. She hurt all over. Even her fingernails were hurting. They should be. Mulder had somehow talked his way into having her actually sticking her fingers in the muddy ground today to dig up the remains of what he believed to be bones of an extraterrestrial life form of such. Of course it turned out to be yet a prank amongst the Cigarette Smoking Man and the rest that seem to think that they could throw them off track ever since they actually were in Antarctica last year serving witness to an amazing ordeal of events.

"I am too tired for this shhhh"; she breathed out loud, but cut herself off shortly when she heard a knock at the door.

"Who the hell is knocking at this hour", she questioned silently. " Couldn’t be Mulder".

"Mulder? Is that you?" Cocking her head to one side.

She wasn’t yet presentable to show herself at the front door if it was. Knowing that he had the keys he could enter at any moment. She had already turned out the light in her bedroom, which only had the slight candescence of the crescent moon above flickering through her bedroom window. She could faintly determine that at the end of her bed was her robe. She hurriedly grabbed for it and walked carefully to the exit of her room, hands feeling the wall for the switch of the light. Pushing it upward a bright flash of light screamed through the air and everything went black. Before her eyes had time to adjust to the non welcoming flash of light that instantaneously went back out, she felt a cold hand grab hers and another around her gaping mouth. She pulled back as hard as she could only to be met with a vehement throw onto her bed.

"Oh G-D! Please leave me alone!" She yelled but was quickly blocked from uttering another sound escaping her throat.

Whoever was here, was not going to let her get away that easily by a small plea such as that one. She will have to do better than that.

"Shhhhhhh……." The person admonishingly stated, "I’m not going to hurt you. Just lie still and you may actually enjoy this," His hand began to work quickly to untie the mauve satin robe that Scully was able to lace over herself before the intruder got into her bedroom. He pulled out a syringe encasing a small dosage of liquid ecstasy and shot it into her left arm, injecting her with one swift push.

"Yeah, you’ll hate me now for this, but by the end of the night you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee it," he laughed stoically.

All she could make out of the person above her was that of a man above six feet tall.

He was wearing a black turtleneck, black jeans or fitted Dockers, and of all things a black ski mask, leaving his eyes visible in the moonlight. Those piercing azure orbs blazing with such intensity than it could have cut her like a knife. Luckily he didn’t seem to have one. Or did he?

"G-D. I hope not," she pleaded to herself.

There was an eerie feeling that she knew his voice somewhere before. But she couldn’t place it. She had to think of something fast. If she didn’t act now, she new then it would be too late. She pulled her leg back carefully and as quickly as the light fusing out earlier she flung her left foot out to the intruder and kicked him solidly against his stomach hurling him backwards onto his ass.

"Damn woman!" He shook his head violently and pushed himself back up. By then Scully had managed to roll off the bed and run for the living room only to bump forcibly into yet another intruder who was what seemingly standing there like he was waiting for her, knowing that the other would fail in seizing her.

"Where do you think you are going Agent Scully," the other man blurting out as he tightly grabbed hold of Scully by the back of her forearm twisting her around to meet him face to ski masked face.

"What do you want from me," she gasped in agony as he pulled her closer to his torrid body. He wasn’t hurting her so much as the grasp of his hand tightening around her wrist now. It was the thought of being raped, or abducted again or possibly both.

"Oh I think that if you search deep in the back of your mind, you will no doubt know what it is that we want. But if you can’t ponder that, then surely our actions will help your imagination," he chuckled deviously, pulling her back into the bedroom where the other man was now sitting on her bed.

The drug started to exhibit signs of inducement, and her heightened adrenaline rush was making the ecstasy work with a double effect.

"Why can’t I scream? Oh shit! Where the hell was Mulder when I need him?! This is so like him to not be here when shit like this happens," thinking as she was mentally kicking him in the head.

"So Black. What do you think? You found her first, so it’s your toss," he nonchalantly said while holding Scully with both of his arms wrapping around her torso. She struggled to be free but that only tightened his grip.

"Hmmmm. Tough decision. Lay her down and let me take a look at her since I was so unexpectedly and rudely interrupted," Black licking his lips and holding out a black silk blindfold. He inched is way towards Scully with skepticism, making sure that she wasn’t going to kick him again. He knew of her temperament, so he made sure that the other man was holding her tightly enough to extend his arms out.

"Oh no! Please don’t. I can’t do this!" She shook her head left to right vigorously trying to detour him away from using a blindfold. If she was going to be raped by these men then she at least wanted to see whom it was in order to imbed into her brain.

"Please stop. It will only make things worse. I don’t want you to be afraid," the other man whispered into her ear when she finally stopped shaking her head. For some deranged reason she felt a warm spasm in the pit of her stomach as the man hinted.

She stopped. Her head was spinning vertiginously. She fell limp into the arms of the strong man behind her. Black now was able to carefully tie his opponent’s head with the blindfold.

"G-d she smells magnificent!" the other man thought as he helped her down to the bed so that Black could examine the beauty of Scully’s elegant figure. She breathed slightly heavier than usual. He felt his hands trembling just thinking of how he wanted to kiss her, taste her, devour her with every bite that was available to him if Black didn’t do it first. He hoped that he would let him go first. But he knew better than to steal his partner’s first stab at Scully’s vulnerability.

"Hey Red," he sung amusingly. By now he was sitting at the edge of the bed watching his partner standing in reverie.

"Huh?"

"You want to watch? Or do you wanna join in on the fun?" He persuaded , pulling his shirt over his head, carefully not to pull the mask off as well.

"Ummm, I would love to. It’s okay though. Go ahead I’d like to watch," Red stated back to his relentless partner.

"’I’d like to watch’ Oh man, what are these men gonna do. Put on a show for each other?" She sardonically thought. Red began to take his pants off, and walked over to admire every feature the shadows cascaded over her.

Scully could hear the zipper from a distant. Her senses were getting a little clearer now that she had to solely rely on her hearing and smell. She felt the warm minted breath of Black as he closed in on her face. She was nervous, but more than anything she couldn’t help but muse about the man named Red kissing her. There was something cold about Black’s eyes when she saw them. Obviously he was not to be trusted. But Red? Something was honest, trustworthy, and sexy within those hazel eyes. She felt safe with him. Her heart sank deep within her chest as she thought about him kissing her lightly on her lips. Not even a kiss. More like a brush with an angel’s wings.

"Sweet Jesus Dana?! What are you thinking?!" She tormented herself in that rather eluding thought. "What the hell did he stick in me?!"

Even though she was veiled, she could feel a searingly muscled hand making his way up her delicate cool skin. His breath was heating her face and soon practically sweating the last of her foundation that she had carefully applied early in the morning. As Black made is way to her sweet chamagned colored lips he feverishly kissed her hard. Surprisingly, she was more in awe than anything else.

Wasn’t kissing supposed be passionate? We’re two people who were emotionally and physically meant to be together, be kissing. Tongue lapping over tongue, lips massaging the other pair, breathing in sync.

She tried to fight it but she was kissing back. Her arms had been pinned back above her head. Her legs had been spread open just wide enough to have Black lay himself between her bare thighs. She was exposed. For both to see. But Black had blocked the divine view Red had of her so cautiously chosen when he had pulled up a chair to sit and watch.

There was a slight moan breezing past Scully’s lips as she opened her mouth wide to invite Black’s tongue in for a welcome visit. She felt a metal ball slick over the tip of her tongue. The ring in Black’s tongue grazed fiercely, exploring her mouth. His deep throat movements inside her made him that much more aroused, and Scully could feel it poking between her silky crème colored thighs.

In the chair sat Red. His pants were stripped away. And only his red satin boxers were left dressing his lower body. He was immensely aroused by the fact that he is watching Scully trying to prepare herself for the biggest fuck of all time. He smiled at himself.

"Oh this is gonna be good. Mmmmmm…." He thought reverently. He was a bit unaware by the fact that his hand had made its way down under his boxers. He was stroking himself as attentively as Black was doing to his opponent right now. Scully had been behaving so far in the eyes of Red. He watched how her fingers clenched Black’s hand and his other fingered individually into her warmth. Her toes curling at every small slow thrust into her.

"Oh my G-d! Oh my G-d!" she screamed in her head. This was hell. Pure and utter fiery hell. This man’s fingers were tress passing on the most sacred of all places within a woman’s body. She whimpered out a "stop", but he didn’t seem to listen. She knew he wouldn’t cease. He knew that she enjoyed this as much as he was going to enjoy fucking the sensibility out of her mind.

"Damn Dana! You’re so wet. Terribly non-understanding when you are being forced to let us use your body. Tell me Agent, you want this?" He was rather sharp with his words in a manner Scully should try to avoid. If she said no then all hell would break loose. Or had it already?

"Yes…. Yes I do, but please be gentle," she replied in a more sensuous voice.

Red stood up with his hand now sliding onto his hip. His other had matched the opposite hip and with one swift jerk they were off of his body. The mask he wore was still on. Luckily the opening for his mouth was certainly wide enough to kiss Scully. Kissing Scully wherever needed the most attention. He dipped down onto the bed next to Scully’s head. Black had managed to finally tear himself away from stealing what was rightfully Red’s turn, even from the beginning. And it was Red who had conjured the idea to come here in the first place.

Red bent down to kiss her.

"Damn… her mouth is already open. I bet she has been waiting for a fucking opportunity like this," he bemused. "I know I would too," considering the same thought in his mind.

Just like Scully dreamed. His lips grazed over the bottom lip caressing it. Brushing her lips with an angel’s wings. Her hands were free, but not for long. Red quickly locked her wrists together only to find that she wasn’t resisting. He couldn’t take a chance for her to pull off his mask or slip her blindfold off giving his identity away, even though he wanted her hands to explore his waiting body.

Black got up and walked over to his pants that were tossed onto the floor besides the bed. He pulled out another black silk blindfold and got back onto the bed. He relieved Red’s hardened grip over Scully’s wrists and began tying them together so that she would’t use her hands to free herself, if there was ever a vulnerable moment.

He moved to her right and whispered into her ear just enough so that she could only hear, "I won’t let you go."

"Good. I don’t ever want you to," lustfully answering into his ear.

He kissed her more intensely. His tongue was gentler than Black’s. She could feel a hundred butterflies flapping their newborn wings underneath her breasts. Some must have moved because she now felt her stomach feel the same warm sensation colliding with a small trembling that had begun. She was exasperated having two mysterious men making love to her. And she was enflamed by the power that these two men held with their bodies pressing up against her small frame.

Red couldn’t handle it any longer. He wanted to be inside her. But he didn’t want to rush anything, whereas Black was all game for a quick ride in the park. He remembered that he was face to face with her. He raised himself and rested on his knees, one on each side of her face. Facing the other man who watched Red with a quizzical stare in his eyes, He guided her tied wrists to his hardened cock and breathed, "Take me whole."

She did obediently. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and slowly took in his tip, making every attempt not to gag herself. He leaned against her. Sucking in his breath, he managed not to fall over as she deepened her movements. As she took her time licking his length, Red looked up and towards Black who had finally managed to take off his pants and briefs.

Her legs where still spread. His hips slowly thrust downward, pushing his erection deep into her wet flesh. She gasped for air as she almost spit up nothingness. Red pulled out quickly to let her breathe. He eased himself down besides her quivering body. Black was rougher that he had anticipated. He slid his finger over her bottom lip and traced it. He yearned to feel the crevice of her mouth. She kissed it to Red’s amazement, opening her mouth and sucked in his index finger, only to intensify his desire to be inside her. Black moaned between his teeth and pushed deeper into her until all of his muscles in his body were fully contracted, He new he wanted this to be a quick one so that Red can have his turn at this magnificent creature.

His rhythm quickened against Scully’s own speeding hips. He pulled out of her before he felt a wave of heat pour over his glistened body. He kept the movements steady along his shaft as swiftly as he was being inside her. Pumping with his hand, he came with such intensity that his body pulsated and withdrew every drop of life onto her heaving tummy.

He breathed heavily, backing away to invite Red his turn at this erotic game of sweet torture between the FBI agent and the masked men. She was tense. Moaning profusely below Red, she felt the bed shake as she stretched her legs out to relieve the tightness of her muscles. Before he would completely give access to Red, he looked around for a towel or tissue. He found one of Scully’s small wash cloths on her nightstand, gently wiping the reminisce of himself off of her torrid skin. Black stepped back and sat down in the same chair that Red had used, while eyeing them voyeuristically, as Red toyed with Scully’s body.

Red wanted to pay her dearly for her amazing lack of fear now that he was being allowed to touch her. It almost seemed that she knew from the beginning, first ramming into him, when this fiasco started, that she was ravenous for this attention, and from him. He eased his face down between her legs, trailing small damp kisses left by his full lips. Albeit, not forgetting her flushing voluptuous developed breasts. He laid his tender hands on each breast, feeling her shudder underneath each palm. Her nipples hardened with the circular motions of added pressure he so willingly pushed upon her. His left hand left an opening between his thumb and index, teasing her nipple, and he could swear that she was in a litany of whispering a name that he recognized exuding pass her lips. He spied at her reverent expression coming over her face as he danced his tongue over her nipple and tasted the sweet bitterness of her skin. She was perspiring, though not excessively, as was his partner earlier in the evening. Cupping both breasts and pressing them together, he kissed them over and over again to satiate his hunger. Suckling on her right one, he pressed his hips into her. He wanted nothing more to be inside her now, though promising himself that he would indulge in a little foreplay before taking the plunge into her.

He felt her arms flare downward only to be caught in mid air, least expectantly by Black. He figured to play it safe and surveillance her up close in case of something like that happened. He had moved the chair much closer to the bed to be near them, Red would bring her to the brink of oblivion, as he had made his way down between her wary legs, and felt his way around her center carefully with his right hand. He opened her slightly with his index, and flicked her softly at her clitoris. The slightest touch was too exhilarating for her. She gasped for air, suddenly feeling Red’s tongue working aggressively around her.

"Oh Red… don’t stop please," she begged as she arched her upper body and encompassing her legs around his shoulders. She felt another set of hands tracing over each of her cheeks. Black couldn’t resist touching her again. He leaned in to sniff her slight musk scent and dipped his tongue once again into her mouth, while at the same time Red was slipping his tongue in and out of her moist center. He shifted his hands from her breasts and forced them underneath her ass to pull her even closer to his mouth.

He couldn’t help feel like he had gone to heaven. She was alive. He was alive inside of her and he had yet to make her explode with pleasurable pain. Oh yes, he knew that he wanted to hurt her, but not in an excruciating way. More like in an orgasmic swirl of shooting stars that fill the sky in the middle of nowhere where two lovers meant to be one, but could never be. He felt her twist in a fantastic burst. She was coming within him, and he wouldn’t let her go for one second, savoring every spasm she encountered. He lifted her up more with his hands making love to her clitoris, devouring her with his lips and tongue until she fell back in exhaustion.

"Step back Black. It’s my turn to violate her," he ordered with a sensual tone in his voice, taking one last lick of her wetness before he scooted himself upward to meet her mouth once more.

Black reluctantly sat back down in the chair and watched with devilish eyes. For a moment you could see a hint of a luminous red shade his eyes carried as he lustfully stared down at Scully. Red ignored his partner’s ravening glare, and proceeded to extend Scully’s left leg and lift it upward over his shoulder. If he was to embrace her wholly, then he wanted to be as deep as possible and relish her every quiver. He guided his cock slowly inside her, listening, as each breath she took in was short and animated. He rose and fell into her with every slow thrust into her pelvis. She hungered for his lips once more with the brush of her angel. He satiated her with one long passionate kiss against her lips, dragging himself out and teasing her with the head of his cock along her wet lips of her center. He rose up to guide himself in once more.

"Don’t stop. I need to taste you again," she pleaded pruriently. She forgot her wrists were still tied together by that damn blindfold. She wanted to feel his back, his face, his tummy, and his ass. But another man’s hands held her firmly down making her remember that she was still their slave for the wee hours of this morning.

"No, not yet Agent Scully. You haven’t shown your worthiness to me yet." Red declared as he pulled out from her. He backed away for a minute to catch his breath. He was in full vertigo now with all that was happening. He could not fully grasp that he was inside the most beautiful, intriguing, and most dangerous female that he has ever laid his eyes and hands on. He wanted to scream up to the heavens and let Him / Her know that if he dies now he will die an immensely content man.

"Hey Red? What do you have in mind?" Black asked having no idea what the other was going to do, until he saw Scully being pulled up into a sitting position. Red had her now with one hand interlacing her hair with his fingers.

He drew her close and whispered so softly it tickled her ear, "I will reward you with, well, almost anything you want from me if you can do this for me."

"And what is that sir?" She smiled not knowing what was around the corner.

He stared back at Black, assuring him with a look ‘that I can take care of it from here’. Black drew himself back into the chair and watched once again what his scrupulous partner’s move would be next. He cocked his head to the left as he sat in jealousy, while Red meticulously turned Scully over onto her belly.

"Oh damn! How can he do that in front of me? That bastard. I knew I shouldn’t have let him go second," beating himself inside his brain. He was going to be tormented watching this man fuck her every which way possible and he was not invited for the quick ride anymore. He pushed back the chair and stood up. His body had an oiled shimmer essence; he needed a shower. He was too angry now to even try to stay and watch his partner bask in the heavy aroma of lust in the air with him and what was their victim, or so he thought sarcastically. He knew when he wasn’t wanted and at that moment he could have pulled out his .45 that he had tucked away in his holster buried in the pile of clothes on the floor, and just shoot them both. Jealousy was a fearful emotion to toy with, and he knew better to act upon it. It would bite him back hard in the ass if he played it out.

He snatched his belongings quietly and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Scully and Red didn’t even notice at this point. Or did they?

"What was that," she chirped as Red pulled her hips, motioning her to kneel in front of him.

"Oh that was Black. I think he wants me to finish you off alone," he seductively replied. His hands preyed upon her ass pushing each cheek to give him access to what would be his final blow to this scandalous fantasy.

They heard the shower head turn on. If they were lucky, Black would take a long cold shower, to wash away any grudges he held towards Red and Scully for that matter.

"So mystery man, you wanted me to prove to you that I am worthy of receiving a ki…." Her sentence cutting short as Red slipped the head of his cock between her moist lips and shoved inside her into deep juicy pools of vaginal wetness and muscles tightening around him. He threw his head back and groaned slightly too loud to be discrete of how he really felt. Trying to with hold this overwhelming jocular mood that he was feeling, he fell down lightly over Scully’s back and pressed into her with swift slow rhythmic movements, moaning softly now into her left ear.

"Mmmm…. Stay with me Scully. Don’t break the rhythm. I want us to come together," he breathed catching his breath with every thrust. His right hand now moved towards her belly and slid down to meet with her clitoris. He wanted everything to be perfect.

"W..A..I..T.." She called out.

"No… I told you don’t…break…the… rhythm…I know you have been tremendously deprived of what your body is crying out for. So don’t tell me to wait. I want you… You want me… Just go with it Agent," and with that he tilted her head to the right and licked the nape of her neck with one long stroke and beat her feverishly from behind. His index worked attentively over her clitoris, making her quickly cry out in that pleasurable pain that he so desperately wanted her to savor.

Her moans turned into cries of his name and he stood back up holding her ass forward while the other still manipulating her lips and clitoris. She couldn’t believe how unbearably wet she was as he was slamming his body weight against her small figure. He felt perfect though; almost complete having her scream out his name is sweet surrender.

But he wasn’t quite finished yet.

Trust was there and he wanted to test it. "I’m going to free your hands, but only if you swear on what is dearest to you, that you will not and I repeat, will not use them anywhere near your face or mine. Understand," commanding as he laid over her, blanketing her entire body.

"I swear to my father’s ashes spread over the ocean’s body that welcomed him back home and my sister’s spirit that fills the void in my life when fate knew that we were never meant to be separated," she willingly vowed to the intruder that preyed over her.

"Then I know that I can trust you completely, as you have with me."

He used his free hand to unravel the sash and she steadied her hands ahead of her at about two feet apart to better her mount on the bed. Beginning to propel his cock in her wetness again, there was no turning back and they both knew it. He could feel her muscles tense up once more with his length teasing her inner lips as he drove himself in the and out of the depths of her swollen center. She held in a breath that was itching to be let out. Preparing for the next blow coming from behind, she waited for it to come so that she could let it out. Pounding into her she let out a fairly decent moan that was desperately knocking against the back of her throat. He cried out softly a sweet praise of how beautiful she was and that he would imbed this night in his mind for all of eternity.

Her hips moved in a circular motion and invited him in deeper inside the oblivion that he so eagerly awaited to fall into, which he took hedonically. He sat up and slowed his pace. She wasn’t going to be relieved anytime soon. He was enjoying this all too well, and she knew it. She didn’t care. She hadn’t been fucked with such passion in all of her life. Though she wished she had by the man that shared the basement office at the FBI head courters.

Wetting her lips to taste any reminisce left from his dick that was claiming her mouth earlier, she blurted out, "Red stop please."

He halted and fell to the left side of her back and asked in a hoarse voice, "what is it?" He was a little peeved and stunned that he had actually stopped what he was going to consummate.

"I have instilled my complete trust into you and you to me, I am so hungry to taste you again and I can’t seem to function without that. My head is whirling in all different directions," she was far from exhaustion but she was also cordially inviting him for a change of pace. "Let me lay back down."

"Alright, I’m game for anything," countering a response with a tug pulling upwards at the corners of his mouth. He stepped back and watched her lay carefully down with her head resting on the pillows up against the headboard. She waved for him to bring himself up to her mouth, but when she felt the way he had positioned his body over her she was not satisfied. Her hands glided along the length of his supple thighs that were enclosed on each side of her head.

"No…" she sighed. "Turn the other way," offering him as he lifted his right leg and pivoted the opposite direction. He didn’t actually consider this at any time during the morning. Surprised that Dr. Dana Scully could even be turned on by such a kinky act of sexual deviance. He pressed his weight against her, but not enough to squish her eloquent body. Before he could spread her lips apart she had engulfed his erection into her salivating mouth. With one intake she felt him slam his hips into her and move in and out swiftly just enough for her not to gag. He was finally able to focus on her enflamed clitoris. He poked her lightly with the tip of his tongue and drifted it back and forth never forgetting the taste of her sweet liquid. The hint of his own was there and he thirsted for more. His thirst became almost unbearable. He admittedly enjoyed his taste almost as much as she did. She wrapped her hands around the roundness of his ass and pulled him in closer, and pushing him away once more, but this time to lick the underside of his scrotum. That was all she needed to do to send him into an animalistic mode of lust. He slipped a finger inside her hole, then two, pressing each one deeper and wiggling them around frantically and sending his tongue to forage on its own. Within minutes the two were on the brink of ecstasy. She dipped the head of his cock back into her mouth; with one hand massaging his balls and the other guiding him from behind, while he continued to lick her with long forceful strides with his lavished tongue. They could feel each other’s hips encircling and suddenly they caught the shooting star together flying high into the grace of the heavens coming simultaneously, motioning in all directions that their hips could take them. The moaning was fierce and delicious. As their bodies fell back into the earthly bed, he removed himself from her. Their bodies were covered with a sheer gloss of perspiration. He laid down fitting his body into her. How well they fit together. She felt so safe and sated with this stranger. The intruder. Life was wonderful. It would be better though if she could see the face that matched his body. That magnificently toned radiant body that she could only feel for only a few brief moments. She had promised that she would not reveal who he was by tearing away the blindfold or mask. But G-D how her hands trembled at the thought. He turned her head slightly over and delivered a heated wet kiss on her lips, as he promised. His tongue traced the outer part of her bottom lip and suckled it savoring the little drips of come that were still there. She had the same yearning for his lips. She pressed her tongue back into his mouth, quenched her desire of tasting both of them in his mouth, exchanging soft puffs of breath remembering that they were both still alive.

They didn’t hear the door close lightly behind them earlier. Black had made his exit out the front door. Shaking his head in what seemingly appeared like defeat, he staggered out of the building, not realizing that he left his mask in Scully’s bathroom. He hesitated to take the midnight black four-door sedan that he and his partner, whose lack of commitment to teamwork, came here with in the first place. Damn he hated that man! But he also knew not to screw around with him coming under the realization that he could, and having done once or twice in the past fall victim to those gorgeous hazel eyes. Luckily, Red has never shown that he knew how undeniably indurate Black’s cock became every time he asked him for a favor or two. Like this night’s most recent succor.

"If only she wasn’t in the picture," murmuring to himself as he took his first unwillingly step forward for a long walk to his home. Home, yeah right. He had no home to go to, no family, and no real lover. "What a fucking joke!" Sniggering to himself as he passed under a dimly lit street lamp, shadowing his tuckered out body, and mustering in to the thick gray fog hovering over the cold darkness that enveloped his presence.

Red opened his eyes, suddenly realizing that the sun was inching its way above the other apartment buildings across the street. He kissed her softly on the forehead one last time as he pulled himself away reluctantly from her searing body. How long was he asleep? He never fell asleep. He slowly got up seeing that she was slowly writhing where his body once was and looked around for another pillow, which he noticed dangling from the end of the bed. Hurriedly he grabbed for it and tucked it underneath her arm. She embraced it tightly. He hovered over her in awe. She was such a lovely person, even with her entangled copper locks of hair and her slightly bruised body with the activity she was, well not so forced into.

He thought that he could take a quick run into the bathroom to wash his face and then leave her dreaming the morning away with thoughts and queries of what had transpired only a few short hours before. Before he tended to himself, he wanted to dress Scully and fix her bed to make it look the least bit conspicuous to her. When he finished, he quietly turned on the water as to not wake her, and slipped off the black mask. Within minutes he had washed his face, dressed, and headed out the door. It was so calm in her apartment a pin dropping on her Asian rug had the slightest hint of a ping.

Red headed for his car. He opened the door with caution as not to wake anyone. He eased himself in and closed it. He turned the keys bringing the sedan to life, driving away he coundn’t helping to wonder if he had left something behind.

1:37 p.m.

"Bbbbeeepppppp! Bbbbeeepppppp!" Scully’s phone rang crashing into her wonderland of dreams. She shot up from her pillow, freaking herself at the sight of blackness all around her. She laid trembling hands over her eyes feeling something silky veiling them. Peeling it off she started searching around finding her bed neatly arranged with her tucked underneath her goose down. Her head throbbed immensely. She threw the blanket off of her and saw that she was wearing nothing but a white night shirt and matching panties. She found her phone seated on her nightstand. She picked it up, answering groggily into the receiver, "Scully".

"Hey Scully, it’s Mulder. I haven’t heard from you all morning. You sound exhausted. You stay up late last night working on the Peterson case?"

"Uh yeah. I think I must have dozed off at about 5 or so. I feel like I have been hit straight on with a semi," she mumbled as she got up to head for the bathroom. She needed some Excedrin.

"You should take it easy then. It’s Sunday. Why don’t you sit home and relax. We can work on the case tomorrow," sounding apologetic for calling her when she was working so hard on that horrendously stupid case that was no where near what they would call a x file.

"I’ll be fine. So why did you call me," switching ears to hear better.

Mulder chirped, "just thought you like to see your partner kick some ass in basketball with the boys in forensics."

"I would love to Mulder, but…." Grabbing her forehead, leaning against the doorway into her bathroom.

"But you have a splitting headache. Yeah I’ve heard that line before," he taunted. "Go get some rest."

"Thanks. See you tomorrow. Good luck," she offered as her hand found the door to the medicine cabinet.

"Luck? Who needs luck? It’s skill baby! BYE!"

With that they both hung up their phones.

She managed a week smile. She found her pills, popping them into her mouth, and drank some water that was in her a water bottle on the bathroom counter. Out from the corner of her eye, something caught her attention. She walked over to a small pile of black cloth, bent down with a groan breaking her lips. Kneeling down she picked up one of two articles. She studied it for a few moments, taking in the musk scent. She turned it inside out and saw to letters etched in black ink on the tag "A K"

"What the…" she thought out loud "Kryceck?"

Her head tilted, while her imagination began to start working in overdrive. She picked up what she thought would be another mask, which turned out to be. She smelled that one as well. This one had a slightly different hint of musk scent. She turned it inside out and saw a small patch sown in.

Her head jerked back and felt her face flush considerably when she saw a small red basketball on the inner fold of the item she held in her hand.

She gasped, "M..u..l..d..e..r.." shaking her head in utter disbelief.

The End!!! =)~

So how did I do for my first Fan Fic. Please feel free to send all comments to the email address located at the top! I really appreciate some really honest constructive criticism good or bad. Thank you for your time!

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