Author's Notes: This one's for Sam 'n Emma 'n Poly for all the fun we had whilst queuing! Additional Note: Do not write to tell me that the Fourth of July is on a Tuesday this year. I don't care. I need it to be on a weekend, so I decided that it is, at least in this AU. Take it or leave it. Thank you. Category: NC-17 for m/m fun and a threesome; light bdsm Disclaimer: They're mine! All MINE!!! CC and consorts - eat your hearts out!!! Just kidding. No rights, no infringement, no money - but lotsa fun! My addy is: gaby@gaby.slashcity.tv My home is at: http://gaby.slashcity.tv Summary: Our AD and his pouty best friend realize that home is where the heart is... *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* In The Lioness's Den *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* by Gaby Chapter 7: Ship of Fools Mrs. Davis! Mulder stares at me in shock, and I look back blankly. Now what? Does she know what we did? How could she? Then again, we're talking about Mrs. Davis here, and if Mulder is right about her connections to the Smoker who knows how she gets her information... "I was wondering...could I have a word with your husband, maybe?" Mulder swallows convulsively, and he blanches. But Scully rescues him. Sort of. "He's not here right now." "But he hasn't left the house since last night," Mrs. Davis replies. Well, then. So she *does* spy! Scully is unfazed. "Well, I didn't say he left. I merely said he isn't here right now. Look, Mrs. Davis, my husband has a very demanding job, and he's had a rough week. He's sleeping at the moment." Well, at least she was right about the rough week. And the very demanding job. And I'm sure that Mulder would be sleeping right now, exhausted as he is, when his heart rate wouldn't go a million miles a minute, afraid of what might come next. "Would you like to leave a message?" There is silence. Apparently Mrs. Davis fights an internal battle whether to just barge in and take a closer look at sleeping Mr. Brady herself or not. Not that she would stand a chance against our Redhead, mind you. "Well, since he is a security consultant," Mrs. Davis begins, and I have to grin. The concept of Mulder being a security consultant is just too funny. Mulder gives me a dirty look, knowing full well what I'm thinking. "Someone broke into my poor aunt's house yesterday, and she is very upset. I thought your husband might be willing to take a closer look at the house and give her some advice regarding security." I bite down on my pillow, trying hard not to laugh out loud. Mulder smacks my upper arm and gives me another dirty look. "Look, Mrs. Davis, my husband is a very busy man. I don't think he finds the time to do any outside jobs." Mulder nods frantically. I look at him blankly, so he leans over to whisper in my ear. "That old woman knows me! Just imagine, me coming to her door, saying I'm here to do some security consultation!" Right. I forgot about that little detail. "Don't worry," I whisper in return. "Scully won't let you down." He nods, not at all reassured. Then he suddenly grins at me. "But *you* could go! She doesn't know what Mr. Brady looks like! And while you keep her occupied, *I* can sneak in and take a closer look at her safe!" He beams proudly. I shake my head frantically. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" "Why? It'd be perfect! That way I could get the proof I need." He's giving me those hurt puppy dog eyes, knowing full well that I can't resist them. "No, Mulder. No way. It's against the law! I bailed you out once. I'm already in deep shit when this comes out. No way in hell will I be a part of *that* little scheme of yours!" I'm practically yelling at that point, and Mulder looks at me in alarm. We don't want Mrs. Davis to hear any of that. Or Scully, for that matter. Speaking of which... "Help you with what?" Mulder and I turn around and look at our beloved Scully, standing in the doorframe, arms crossed, frown firmly in place. "Nothing." Mulder looks at her innocently. Scully glares at him sternly, so he meekly adds, "Milady." Scully nods. "You boys are up to something. I already told you that I'm angry with you for not telling me. Don't make it any worse!" "It's nothing, really," I reassure her, and Scully nods again. I think she bought it. After all, good ol' reliable AD Skinner wouldn't lie, would he? "Good. Huddle together, boys, you're in for a treat, then." Scully leaves the room, and Mulder and I shuffle closer, until we lie next to each other. "Thanks, Betty," Mulder says. "I promise it's gonna be okay. Just this one last time. Then I have the evidence I need, and we can go to Scully with it." I shake my head adamantly but before I can open my mouth to tell Mulder off, Scully returns. She kneels down between our spread legs and gingerly strokes our butts. "What a beautiful sight," she murmurs. "By the way, Schmolly, I told Mrs. Davis that you would think about that consultant job. I'm sure you've heard what we talked about. I just thought it would be better if *you* explained to her why you don't have the time to go visit that old aunt of hers." Oh yeah, smart move, Scully. Mulder merely nods, and grins at me. I can see 'we'll see about that' written all over his face. Guess I really have to have a talk with him when we're back at work... Right now I'm distracted by the most wonderful sensation on my butt, though. Scully massages some cooling gel on our rear ends, and both Mulder and I bliss out. Nice, that. She speaks to us softly, murmuring little endearing nonsense words, caressing and stroking our butts. I sigh and close my eyes in contentment. Very nice, that. Then I feel Mulder's hand on my head, the back of his fingers stroking my face, the tip of his index finger playfully poking the tip of my nose. I smile without opening my eyes, and reach out to caress his hair. Scully whispers encouragingly, telling us how much she enjoys watching her two beautiful boy toys. It is so nice here. I think I could fall asleep just like that. Not that I want to. It's much too wonderful to be worshipped that way, by these two gorgeous individuals. But only for this one minute...only one...only one... ***** I wake up with a start, and look around, disoriented. I'm lying in a bed, I think. It's way too dark to see anything. Why the hell is the room moving? I can't still be drunk, can I? And what is that sound? Or that smell, for that matter? Then it hits me. We're on a boat. Mulder and I. Somewhere on the Atlantic. Gathering evidence. I groan and sink back into my pillows. Of course he managed to talk me into going to that poor old woman. It was a nice, 79-years-old lady, and I actually did give her quite a few really good tips regarding security. I'm sure Mulder won't be able to break in again. And yes, I distracted her enough so that Mulder was able to rummage around in her house to find 'evidence' of...whatever. And no, he didn't actually find anything (like *that* was a big revealing surprise!) so I thought this nonsense was finally over. I have no idea why I helped him, and I certainly have no idea why I'm on that boat now. Somehow he dug up some new trails, and apparently the sister-in-law of the cousin of the hairdresser of the neighbor of the uncle of the boss of the former prom queen of the high school that Mrs. Davis went to has a beach front house where Mrs. Davis is supposed to meet the Smoker. Or something like that. I didn't even listen to half of what Mulder was saying. Why in hell is he able to boss me around like that, anyway? I used to be the toppy one when he started to work for me. Somehow that has changed, and I have no idea how or why. And it irritates the hell out of me! Anyway, this house has high security, so Mulder ingeniously decided to take a peek from the water front. So, that's why we're on this boat. Did I mention that this is more a yacht than a simple boat? I don't know jack about these things but I'm sure it has cost a fortune. Did I mention that this boat is Mulder's? Does it surprise you? Thought so. I remember that he promised me that this would be it. He either finds his proof or he gives up. I already told him several times that this is all a big hoax but he just ran ahead, certain he'd find a way to get to the smoking man. Silly Fox, my Fox. I just hope that whatever it is he hopes to find is in that house so we can get out of here. I'm fumbling for the light switch on the night stand, trying to find my glasses at the same time. It's been a week since Mrs. Davis showed up at our door step, and I wish Scully wasn't at that stupid medical conference in Denver. It would be better for Mulder to feel a firm hand right now. Weekends spent running wild does not an obedient sub make. Well, it'll be over one way or the other after tonight. I sigh. Just when I turn on the lamp on the nightstand, the door opens and a dejected Mulder enters. He's carrying enormous night- vision binoculars. "You were right," he says, and it almost breaks my heart to see him like this. "I've spent hours observing the house. There's nothing there. It was a hoax. My source is probably laughing his ass off right now." He hangs his head and sighs, heart-broken. "I'll tell Scully. And I'll also tell her that you tried to talk me out of it. Don't worry, she'll go easy on you." "Listen to me, Fox, this is *not* what I'm concerned about right now." Mulder looks up at me, and raises a mocking eyebrow. "Well, okay, so I'm a little concerned," I admit, thinking about that playroom in the basement. I shake myself mentally. We've all decided to meet Wednesday evening to spend some time together since she's out of town this weekend, and next weekend will be spend at the Scully family Fourth of July barbecue. Enough time to suck up to Lady Enigma, I hope. I watch Mulder closely, trying to determine how bad he feels. Well, there is only one way to make him feel better. I think. "Come here, Fox," I say, leaning up against the wall and opening my arms. He looks up in surprise but smiles warmly. After a second, he jumps on the queen-sized bed and crawls up to me, snuggling into my embrace. "We're gonna be fine. Scully will understand," I murmur, not at all sure myself. He nods hesitantly. "She's a lot like my boss, our Scully is, you know," he says. "Really?" I raise a mocking eyebrow. "Oh yeah," he nods. Mulder sits back up, straddling my thighs. "She can be a mean son of a bitch." My eyebrow raises higher. He shrugs. "Well, you know what I mean. They both know how to tan my hide. One of 'em even literally." He grins, and I smile back. "Maybe I should give this some serious thought," I muse, and Mulder gives me a dirty look. Then he continues, as if nothing had happened. "Both of them are the only people that I respect and listen to. Sometimes." It takes me a second before I start to laugh. Listen to. Like hell. But...he respects me? Wow. I mean, I guess I always knew that on some kind of subconscious level, but hearing it out loud... "And trust, of course," Mulder adds, and that totally blows me away. I stop laughing. We look into each other's eyes. After a second he gives me a cheeky grin, trying to ease the tension. "Most of the time they're just really irritated by me, though." "Ain't that the truth," I retort, glad that the easy banter is back. "Oh yeah. My boss would really chew my ass out right now if he were here!" "Oh, and he isn't?" Mulder distracts me by placing little kisses along my jaw. "No," he murmurs between pecks. "My lover is." I freeze. Lover! Apparently, Mulder feels my body stiffen, and he sits up. When he looks into my eyes, I can clearly see he is scared that he has said something wrong. He swallows uncertainly, giving me a hint of a shy smile. He desperately tries to read my face. I'm still in shock. Lover! Then I grab his head with both of my hands and force our lips together in a crushing kiss. Mulder laughs into my mouth. "Easy, big guy. I'm not going anywhere!" He disentangles himself and strokes the side of my face. "Have you ever been jerked off by another man?" He looks at me tenderly. I shake my head mutely. "Well, then we'll have to remedy that!" He reaches for my cock but I grab his wrist and push him back. He stares at me, giving me a blank look. "Clothes. Off. Now," I croak desperately. Mulder grins and jumps off the bed. "Now you're talking! A man after my own heart!" He is naked in ten seconds flat and re-joins me on the bed, straddling my thighs again. Two naked bodies, both of them with already half- erect cocks. Mulder reaches out but then his hand hovers over my penis teasingly. "May I?" he asks in mock politeness. I growl and grab his own cock, squeezing it warningly. He laughs and wraps his hand around my erection. "Okay, big guy, let go. This is for you. Sit back and enjoy." Oh-kay... I lean back and close my eyes, concentrating on the skillful fingers sliding up and down my cock. Mulder's other hand cups my balls and gently massages them. When I open my mouth to moan, his lips descend on it and I feel his tongue sliding inside. The kiss is slow and sensual. No frantic groping, high school style. Mulder is an experienced lover, and I realize that he totally focuses on this one task, just the way I'm used to when it comes to the Special Agent I know from work. For him, there is only me and my body right now, and he totally and absolutely worships it. No doubt about it. His hands and mouth leave no inch uncovered or unattended. He teases my nipples into hard little nubs before trailing his tongue down to my stomach, dipping the tip of it into my navel, making me squirm. Mulder chuckles and sits back up. "You want something?" I open my eyes and look at him. He wears a big grin, and his eyes gleam with excitement. Since I'm not wearing my glasses I can only see his fuzzy image but I just know that his entire face glows. "I want you," I reply hoarsely, and reach out for him. Mulder grabs my hands and places them on the bed. "No. No touching. You just lean back and enjoy. I told you that this is for you." I sigh. Who is he kidding? If this is really for me then why aren't I allowed to touch him? *This* would give me pleasure as well, you know! All kinds of coherent thought leave me when Mulder starts to stroke my cock again. He alternates between fast and firm, and slow and teasing. Then there are those kisses! Mulder gives me chaste little pecks on my cheeks, nibbles at my Adam's Apple, dives in for some deep tongue battling. It is mind-blowing! Usually I would freak just thinking of somebody else jacking me off. It's not as if I hadn't done it a million times myself, and I didn't really mind Scully doing the honor, but Mulder is the first man. It's even different to doing it yourself while your best high school friend watches, and you're both trying to see who's gonna finish first. This is the real thing. And I love every second of it! It doesn't take long and I come all over Mulder's stomach and chest, my hoarse cry swallowed by his mouth. I can feel him giggling against my lips, and I open my eyes slowly. He sits back on his heels and looks at me with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "I take it that you had a good time?" I still try to get my breath back and merely nod. He grins even wider. "Good." Then he slowly trails his right index finger through my seeds on his chest before licking it clean with slow, measured strokes of his tongue. I stare at him, mesmerized. Mulder knows damn well what kind of reaction that brings out in me, and he watches me through half-closed eyes. I swallow convulsively, staring at his luscious, kiss-swollen lips. He smiles leerily and picks up more of my come on his finger, holding it up like an offer. "Want some?" I stare at him in disbelief and shake my head frantically. I mean, yeuch! No way in hell! Mulder just shrugs and licks his finger clean before getting up and leaving the room. A second later he comes back, his body clean. I realize that he has a wash cloth in his hands and begins to clean me up as well. "Thank you, Fox. That was..." I desperately search for the right words. He gives me another grin while he gently wipes my cock. "Terrific? Mind-blowing? Awesome? Extraordinary? Spectacular?" I laugh out loud. "All of the above, smart ass!" He smiles, and throws the cloth on the floor. "Let's snuggle, big guy!" He climbs back into the bed and lies down. I spoon up behind him and wrap an arm around his waist. "You are a very special person, Walter Skinner," he says softly. I'm stunned into silence but somehow he seems to read my mind, so he elaborates. "I bought Samantha here because of Scully. She loves the ocean. Navy brat and all, I guess. Of course I know my way around boats and such but I've never been particularly fond of them. Usually, I get terribly sea sick. But I haven't even felt the slightest bit queasy while you were aboard with me." He turns around a little, solemnly looking over his shoulder into my eyes. "You were my anchor just now, Walter. I know this sounds sappy, but I'm positive that I would've done something incredibly stupid if I had been alone when I found out that this was all a big hoax." He gives me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before snuggling back into the embrace. I'm dumb-founded. The only thing I can think of is holding him tighter, so I do. After a few minutes he seems to be asleep but my mind is going a hundred miles a minute. I thought this would be the trip from hell, and I'm sure that the consequences will definitely be hellish, but it turned out to be a big revelation. Not only on Mulder's part though I have to admit that what he told me completely blows my mind. But I also realized how very much he means to me. I couldn't let him go on that trip alone if my career depended on it. Which it probably does. Mulder chuckles softly, and I jump. "Can't sleep, big guy? You sure think loud enough to wake the dead!" Before I can answer, he turns around in my arms and gently forces me on my back. Then he slowly licks his thumb until it is wet, all the while locking eyes with me. I just can't get enough of Mulder in erotic mode! He releases his thumb with an audible plop, and his hand disappears under the covers. A second later his thumb is right where it belongs - up my butt. We both sigh contentedly, and he snuggles down on my chest. I use one of my hands to cup one perfectly rounded butt cheek while the other hand rests on the back of Mulder's head, my fingers lightly stroking his hair. I just can't believe what a treasure I hold in my arms. Fox Mulder. My lover. ***** I'm late. It's Wednesday evening, and I'm late. Damn! Well, what was I supposed to do? Stand up in the middle of the conference, and tell the director that I'm sorry but I have to go now because I have an appointment with my Domme, and national security has to wait till tomorrow? Right. That would've gone down smoothly. My car comes to a screeching halt in front of the garage, and I can see both Scully's and Mulder's car parked in it. Great. Mulder, who couldn't be on time if his life depended on it, is already here. I'm not. Somebody please shoot me. I get out of the car and grab my overnight bag. Before I'm even close to the front door, it is opened and Scully looks at me expectantly. "I'm so sorry. I really tried to be on time but-" Scully interrupts me by holding up a hand. "Have you eaten yet, Walter?" she asks calmly. Huh? I shake myself. Come on, I really expected her to be angry! My response is a blank look on my face. Scully smiles slightly. "Food, Walter. You remember? Yummy things to munch on?" Oh. Right. I knew that. "No, I'm sorry. The conference-" "It's okay, Walter. Relax. I'm not gonna bite you!" Scully winks. "At least not yet." She gives me a truly evil grin and waves me inside. Once inside the house, I drop my bag and shrug out of my jacket. Scully walks towards the kitchen and I follow her. There is some left-over lasagna that she throws into the microwave. God, I'm hungry! "I'm really sorry-" I begin again, but shut up when Scully gives me a stern look. "I know that you are a busy man, Walter. Don't apologize for something that you had no control over." She walks up to me and gives me a quick kiss that completely takes me by surprise. She smiles and starts for the door. "Now, eat, get rid of your clothes, and join us in the playroom." Scully is already halfway out of the kitchen when she finishes the sentence, and I stare at her back in disbelief. The playroom? The playroom??? She turns around and looks at me evenly. "I think we have some serious matters to discuss. Don't you, Muffin?" With another poignant look in my direction, she turns around and leaves the kitchen. The microwave dings. I'm not hungry anymore. ***** I enter the playroom, trembling slightly. And that isn't because I'm cold. Though I'm naked I sweat heavily. Scully came back after checking up on Mulder in the playroom to keep me company while I ate though I suspect she just wanted to make sure that I actually did eat. After that she sent me upstairs to get undressed and take a shower. All the while Mulder was in that basement. My mind was playing nasty tricks - I was picturing poor Fox tied to the whipping post, ball gag in his mouth, nipple clamps firmly in place, his entire body red and welted after a mean session with the paddle or strap or cane or whatever Scully likes to use. Of course I know that our Lady Enigma would never really hurt Mulder - or me. But still! You can't imagine the relief I feel when I see Mulder. He's rummaging through one of the cupboards, gloriously naked. There isn't a welt in sight on his body. Thank God! Though Scully probably just waited until I'm here as well. Kill two birds with one stone, or some such. Mulder gives me a big grin and walks up to me. "Hey, Muffin! You look delectable today," he exclaims and looks at me leerily. I smile hesitantly. When I feel a small hand on my back, I jump. Scully gives my shoulder a quick kiss. "Relax, Muffin. I think you know that it was just a matter of time before you learn your first lesson here, don't you?" I nod slightly. After all, I knew that what Mulder and I did was a big no-no. And I had enough time to prepare myself mentally. And I'm sure that Mulder told her it was all his fault and that she should go easy on me. But still! Scully realizes that I'm not any calmer so she slowly rubs my arms. "I should've done this earlier, I think. Well, today's the day, so just relax. Okay, Muffin?" I nod hesitantly. Scully looks into my eyes searchingly. "Do you trust me?" I nod vigorously. Scully isn't satisfied. "I need you to say it, Muffin." "I trust you, Milady. Totally and absolutely." Scully smiles. "Good." Then she steps aside, and Mulder moves forward, grabbing my right wrist. Before I know it, there is a cuff fastened around it. I stare at it blankly and realize too late that Mulder prepares my left wrist as well. He holds my hands, squeezing them slightly, smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry. You'll enjoy this," he promises. I give him a doubting look. Mulder fastens my wrist cuffs to a bar that hangs from the ceiling. I stare at him blankly but he gives me another reassuring smile and whispers, "Trust me, Walter. You'll really enjoy this. We're doing this for you." Oh yeah? Mulder leans in and gives me a quick kiss. "I haven't told her yet, Walter. We'll do that next weekend. She won't make a scene when her mom's nearby." He steps back, speaking in a loud voice again. "Ready, Milady." Scully, who was at the other side of the room while Mulder prepared me, walks up to me with some kind of torture instrument, I'm sure. While I stare at that thing in her hand, Mulder tugs on some kind of pulley, and my hands are raised high in the air. I'm still standing with both feet firmly on the ground, but my body is stretched. My breathing quickens. "Okay, listen to me, Muffin," Scully says. I look at her and swallow. "Do you remember this?" She holds that thing under my nose and I shake my head, no. Scully raises her eyebrow. "Really? I showed it to you when we did the initial tour, Muffin." I take a closer look. Nope. Don't recognize it. Then again, I'd probably not recognize my own car right now. "It's a suede flogger. See?" Scully trails the flogger gently over my chest. Feels nice, that. My breathing slows down a little. "I know you're still a little scared about the whole BDSM part of our relationship, and I promised to ease you in. Unfortunately you forced me to punish you before I had the opportunity to show you how erotic all of this can be. I intend to remedy that now." Oh. Sure. I knew that. I give Scully a shy smile and nod. She smiles in return. "Good." She walks around me, taking up position behind me. "Do you remember your safeword, Muffin?" "Yes, Milady." "Say it out loud, please." "Red, Milady." "Good. I don't think you're gonna need it but I want to be sure. Now, just relax and give yourself up to the sensations." I nod. I wait. Nothing happens. After a few seconds, I crane my neck, trying to look over my shoulder. Which is kinda hard because my raised arm is in the way. "Muffin, I told you to relax. You're not relaxed," Scully says gently. "Why don't you try to close your eyes? I don't think you're ready for sensory deprivation yet so I won't blindfold you, but I think closed eyes might help you focus a little." I nod again. "I'll try, Milady." Scully gives me a quick kiss on my bare back, and strokes her hand down my spine. She can feel my clenched muscles there and sighs. "Schmolly, I think we'll need your expert touch," Scully says softly, as if not to disturb the peace and quiet in this playroom. My eyes are closed, but I open them in surprise when I feel a wet warmth on my flaccid cock. Mulder is starting to suck me off! While Scully's hands are rubbing my back soothingly, Mulder caresses my thighs. He gently licks my shaft which swiftly goes erect, and nibbles my balls. I sigh contentedly and close my eyes again, hearing a faint snicker from the general direction of my crotch. Little bastard. Apparently, my back muscles are relaxed enough because Scully stops caressing me and steps back. After another moment I feel the first gentle stroke with the suede flogger. It isn't more than a light kiss, and I can hardly feel it. Soon there is a pattern emerging - my Lady Enigma covers every inch of my body, starting with my shoulders, down my back, over my butt and thighs, right down to my ankles. She concentrates on this side of my body, though. The front is Mulder's territory. He doesn't really do anything, except gently licking my cock and stroking my chest with his hands, teasing my nipples. When the flogger starts the second round he backs off, and I moan. Soon I know why he at least stopped tending to my cock, though. Scully uses the flogger with more force now, and my body keeps jerking forward, in Mulder's direction. There is a stinging bite to this flogger which is a very bizarre sensation for me - it is painful, but not. I remember Mulder telling me about his endorphin rush during heavy play. Not that this is heavy play, not by a long shot, but since I'm totally new at this, the flogging draws some strong reactions from me. It's nice and warm and cozy, and I'm dimly aware that what should be pain is actually pleasure, and I realize that the entire back half of my body is slowly burning up, and I'm sure it's red and slightly swollen by now but I feel great and elevated and aroused and - Mulder suddenly deep throats me and I cry out hoarsely. He keeps caressing the rest of my front with his hands but this is the first time since his initial gentle sucking that he goes down on me again, and he immediately does the deep throating thing! Just one long and hard suck, and I'm leaking terribly, I can feel it, I'm close to coming, and Mulder squeezes the base of my shaft, and releases my cock, and I whimper in frustration and - Scully uses her hands to gently stroke and caress and rub my back and my butt, and she blows on the heated skin softly, and - Mulder kisses me hard, forcing my lips open, and I can taste my own pre-cum on his tongue, and I don't know whether I should love it or hate it, since it tastes kinda funny, and then he literally takes my breath away with another deep kiss, and I feel my brain shutting down because of lack of oxygen, and - Scully's hands are gone, and Scully is gone, and I don't know where she went, and I want to open my eyes to look for her but I still have Mulder, and Mulder's lips on my lips, and Mulder's hands on my chest, sliding up and down and around my nipples, and then suddenly he's gone as well, Mulder himself, and his lips, and his hands, and I want to scream, and I'm just about to open my eyes, frustrated about being left on the brink like this when suddenly - Arms wrap around my neck, and legs wrap around my waist, and my cock slides inside my sweet heaven, my Scully, my Lady Enigma, and she gives me a searing and deep kiss before whispering into my ear, "Don't open your eyes yet, Muffin, just give yourself up to the sensations," and then she dives back in for another kiss, and I shut my eyes even tighter, determined to never open them again. My back is burning up, and Scully's heels are digging into my hot ass, and her arms are so tightly wrapped around my slightly swollen shoulders, and my strained arms are aching immensely - but I've never felt better in my entire life! I can't do much more than stand where I am right now. Scully and I are locked in a tongue battling kiss, and she rocks up and down, my cock is sliding in and out, and I'm totally and absolutely blissing out. Suddenly, there is a slight change of pace in her motion but I don't really care, and I keep my eyes closed. When she moans louder, I am tempted to take a little peek, though. I've been wondering how she manages to keep herself in that position all by herself anyway; after all, I can't hold her with my arms chained to the ceiling. So I guess Mulder must be helping her, holding her. Then I feel her lips leaving my mouth, and I moan in protest. "Look at me, Muffin. Look me in the eyes," she whispers breathlessly, fighting hard to keep some control. I open my eyes with effort. Yup, Mulder is standing behind her, just like I suspected. But that's not all. Suddenly I realize that Scully is being penetrated from both sides. So, that was what made her change the pace. Mulder's arms wrap around the both of us, and we actually find some kind of rhythm, and within another minute, we're all coming explosively. I've kept my eyes locked with Scully's who now is barely able to hang on to me, and if it weren't for Mulder who is still clinging to me she probably would just slide off me. Poor Fox is exhausted as well so it is actually I who keeps us up- right. Or, more precisely, my aching wrists. Ouch. Our breathing is still rapid and shallow but our minds slowly begin to function again. More or less. The only thing I can manage is a muttered mantra of "thank you, thank you, thank you." Scully smiles warmly and wiggles a little which makes my little Walter jump to life again. I don't believe that this is actually possible! Mulder eases out of Scully and gently sets her down. Still panting heavily, hair slick with sweat, he lowers the pulley, and Scully unfastens the wrist cuffs. We stare at each other for a moment before simultaneously dropping to the floor, landing there in a tangled heap of limbs. For a moment nobody says anything. "My kingdom for a bed," Mulder croaks at last. I can't help myself, I start to giggle hysterically. After that mind-blowing session down here, I'll never leave this room again. Ever. "Massage table," Scully offers. Right. Two people might be able to lie down there. If that. "Okay, but I'm on top," I declare. That earns me a tired slap on my chest. I'm not sure from whom. My eyes are closed. Too exhausted to keep them open. "Guess we'll stay right here, then," Mulder states mournfully. "Guess so," I second. "Whatever," Scully adds, yawning. I feel her head on my chest, and I wrap an aching arm around her. "Just for a minute or so," she murmurs but I can feel her drifting off into the land of sweet dreams at the same second. "Hmm," I state, hazily realizing that I'm lying on my back, and that I would probably have a hell of a time getting up later on. I don't really mind though. There are much more important things right here, right now. Like, my Lady Enigma in my arms. And Fox, my lover, half on top of me, already snoring softly. And his thumb up my butt. THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN. Feedback, suggestions and comments: You betcha! Love it! Need it! Gimme, gimme, gimme! (as long as it's friendly...) Send it to Gaby!