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WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING
BY XANTHE
 
"What's wrong with him?" 
"I don't know." 
"Well you're a doctor!"
"I've never been a practising doctor, Mulder. And anyway, even 
if I was, you can't just take one look at an unconscious person 
and know what's wrong with them." 
"Well examine him or something then!" 
"I'm trying. Sit him up a bit will you." 
Hands under his arms and the feel of hot breath against his 
cheek. Finger against his eyelid, pulling it back and a hazy flash 
of red hair and blue eyes before it was dropped again.
"Drugged." 
"Are you sure, Scully?" 
"Yes. And some sort of muscle relaxant too. Look at him. He's 
all floppy." 
"Truth drug?" 
"Maybe. What now? " 
"Well they've gone. But we're locked in. I suppose someone will 
find us at some point. Just sit and wait?" 
"Nothing else we can do."
Silence for a while. 
"It's damned hot in here." That was Scully.
"Yeah - shit, look at him. He's wearing a coat and jacket and 
everything. Do you suppose we should, I don't know…undress 
him or something?" 
"Hmmm, this a wet dream of yours, Mulder? Undressing your 
comatose boss?"
"How well you know me, Scully! No, seriously, let's get the coat 
and jacket off him and loosen that tie. Poor bastard's sweating 
and he's gone a rather unattractive pink color. Doesn't suit him 
at all!" 
"Any excuse!" 
Fingers on his shoulders again, someone pulling his coat off, 
then his jacket. Couldn't move his arms to help, just lay there. 
So hot. Dying for a drink! Another hand at his neck, undoing his 
tie, then the top buttons of his shirt. Scully's fingers - no, wait, 
Mulder's! A man's fingers, long, caressing his neck slightly as 
the top button was undone, fingertips lingering a bit too long 
against his jaw.
"Are you sure he's going to be okay?" Jacket placed under his 
head which lolled against the wall.
"I have no idea. I hope so, Mulder. He just saved our lives." 
"Yeah. Why does he bother?" 
"Don't know. Thankless task. We're always creating mayhem 
and upsetting him. Really he should have just sat back and 
watched those men drug us instead." 
"Too damn noble." 
"Good job he can't hear us, Mulder. He'd be blushing!"
I can hear you, he thought. I can hear every word. God, it's like 
those horror stories about caesarean sections that go wrong. 
Women being cut into when they were wide awake, but unable 
to scream or protest or do anything. He hoped they'd stop 
talking about him and whoever it was who was running their 
fingers over his hands had better stop right now or he'd…do 
absolutely nothing. Nothing he could do.
"Mulder? What are you doing?" Incredulous tone. 
"Nothing!" Guiltily. "Just looking at his hands, Scully. My aunt 
used to be a palm reader you know. I bet we could tell a lot 
about him by taking a look at his palms." Hand picked up now, 
fingers tracing a pattern along it, gripping his fingers and 
waggling them.
"This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed at 
home…"
"Mulder stop it! Put the poor man down!" 
"Oh come on, Scully. We could be here for hours. And don't 
you think there's something rather…appealing about having him 
all at our mercy like this? I mean usually he's the one in charge, 
but this time…" 
"Mulder! That's obscene. And do you mean "appealing" or 
"arousing".
"Speak for yourself, Scully!" 
"Oh come on, Mulder. Everyone at the bureau knows you're 
bisexual. It's an open secret."
It was!!???? Since when? he wondered, feeling uneasy about 
the direction this conversation was going in.
"Just because I'm bisexual, doesn't mean I've harbored 
fantasies about my boss. I mean what a cliché!"
"You've got to admit he's pretty attractive though!"
 
Scully thought he was attractive?
 
"Yeah, he sure is!"
 
Mulder thought he was attractive?!?
"Especially with his shirt undone like that…" 
"You thinking what I'm thinking, Scully?" 
"Well why not? He'd never know. He's unconscious. And it 
would be nice to find out exactly what he looks 
like..underneath!"
Shit. No. This couldn't be happening to him.
"Isn't it against the Hippocratic oath or something?" 
"I have no idea, Mulder. But it is VERY hot in here. Look, if we 
take some of our clothes off as well then if he wakes up we can 
just tell him we were trying to cool him down." 
"Some of our clothes, Scully?" 
"Well you're an attractive guy as well, Mulder. I wouldn't say 
no…" 
"Now she tells me!"
"But we just look, Mulder. Just to satisfy our curiosity. Nothing 
more." 
"No. Absolutely not. Nothing more, Scully. Just looking."
Rustling sound. Then fingers on the buttons of his shirt. STOP, 
he wanted to roar, but no words came out, not even a moan or 
a flickering of an eyelid. Shirt tugged out of his trousers, 
someone holding him up while someone else stripped it off his 
back. Whistle of appreciation.
"Hmm, very tasty. How often do you suppose he works out, 
Scully?"
"Every five minutes by the look of him. When does he get the 
time?" 
"I dunno. Toss you for the trousers?" 
"Who cares about the trousers? Toss you for the boxers?" 
"Scully! We're not going that far are we?" 
"Well, we may never get another opportunity…"
Fingers on his shoes, then his socks. Didn't they realise he was 
ticklish? It was unbearable, he couldn't move a muscle and they 
were slavering over him like a pack of ravenous wolves or 
vultures or something. When he woke up he was going to…he 
didn't know what he was going to do to them but he suspected 
that it involved his fists and a lot of pain. Theirs.
"It's not fair, Scully. I mean, really. We're just taking advantage 
now. And although we could explain taking his shirt off, I think 
we'll be hard pushed to explain removing his underwear if he 
wakes up! I think we should stop right here." Regretful sigh.
"You're right, Mulder. It would be just…well voyeuristic, wouldn't 
it?" 
"Yes. Definitely. And you haven't taken anything off yet. 
Remember you said…?" 
"Okay. Here we go, my blouse, your shirt. How does that 
sound?" 
"Fine by me. After all, it is VERY hot."
More rustling, some giggling. Shame he was unable to open his 
eyes - this was something he wouldn't mind seeing. Oh yes, 
something he wouldn't mind seeing at all! Which of them? 
Scully, in a little black lacy bra and Mulder, his long, lean body 
stretched out beside her…mmm, in fact both images were quite 
nice. 
"It's so hot it's making me sleepy." Someone threw themself 
down next to him, close, too close. Feeling of a head on his 
chest. 
"Mulder!" 
"Well, there isn't a pillow. And he's nice and solid. Here, you try." 
"Oh well…I suppose it wouldn't do any harm would it?" 
 
Another head, this time on his shoulder.
"Well this is comfy, Scully."
"Very." 
"Poor Skinner. I mean, he really does deserve looking after 
doesn't he? Volunteering to get abducted in our place like that." 
"Yes. He's a sweetheart. Too good for us really. We've never 
really…thanked him have we?" 
"We haven't, no, Scully. Just taken him for granted. Over and 
over again." 
"Never told him what his support really means to us." 
"No. Never."
"And now, maybe it's too late, Mulder."
"Oh don't say that. That's bringing a tear to my eye." 
 
Head on his chest moving. Brief touch of lips against his.
"Mulder! What are you doing now?" 
"Saying thank you, Scully. I mean, like you said, it might be too 
late. Maybe he won't recover."
If I do, he thought to himself, I promise you that you'll pay for 
this. Both of you.
"Mulder that's a dreadful thing to say. I mean, hopefully the 
effects of the drugs will wear off in a few hours." 
"But if they don't, Scully. If he just fades away without us ever 
having a chance to show him how much we really…well, care 
about him?" 
"Yes. It would be sad." 
"So…" 
A firmer press of lips against his, unfamiliar stubble against his 
chin. His lips worked open and a tongue pressed inside. 
"Well don't hog him, Mulder! It's only fair that I say thank you to 
him too!" 
"Alright, Scully. Honestly, girls! They can be so demanding." 
"Unlike our poor comatose one here. He's never demanding. Or 
complaining. Really, a complete saint to have put up with us for 
as long as he has. He deserves more than kisses." 
"He does, Scully." 
Light tapping of fingertips on his chest. Another mouth pressed 
against his, sweeter, lighter. Scully!
While her mouth was attached to his lips, he felt a different set 
of lips against one of his nipples. If he could have done, he 
would have gasped.
"Poor, poor thing. When do you suppose someone last really 
well, loved him?" Scully's voice. "I mean, that business with the 
call girl. So sad. " 
"Yeah." Mulder's voice now. "He should have phoned us. We 
would have comforted him when his marriage broke up. Silly 
man!"
"Too repressed. The strong, silent type." 
"Very silent!"
"Which is nice really. I mean, I think this is what he'd want but 
he just doesn't know how to ask for it, does he, Mulder?"
"You're right, Scully. We're doing him a favor really. If he were 
awake, he'd thank us for this." 
 
I WOULD NOT!!!!!! He screamed silently. 
"He probably hasn't had sex for years." Scully's voice. 
"Probably. Not since the call girl I expect." 
"What a waste!"
"A complete waste." 
Gentle lips on his face, his head, firmer ones against his 
stomach, licking at his chest hair, biting at his nipples.
"And really, Mulder, what nicer way to thank somebody for all 
their help and support over the years, than to well…comfort 
them when they're ill." 
"Indeed, Scully. To offer them succour. Emphasis on the 'suck' 
part of that word."
"My thoughts exactly, Mulder." 
 
A pause and then a sudden mad scramble for his belt.
"I got here first, Scully!" 
"You cheated! I had further to leap!"
"You can have his boxers. Promise." 
"Oh alright." More kisses on his head again. "Are we doing the 
right thing, Mulder?" 
"I think we are, Scully. 
His belt was undone, his fly was being unzipped and he couldn't 
move a muscle, couldn't raise a finger to stop them. Damn 
Mulder. And damn Scully too. Every atom of his soul cried out 
for this torment to stop but he couldn't speak. Someone was 
pulling his trousers down and he could feel a mouth on his inner 
thigh, hot and moist.
 
"Hold it right there, Mulder. You promised me his boxers." 
"I know! Just taking a little taste of his fine, manly legs….aren't 
they long! And look at these muscles…!" 
"Very impressive. Now out of my way unless you want my butt 
in your face." 
"Well actually, I wouldn't mind." 
"Now you mention it, neither would I! Tell you what, you get 
your trousers off too and I'll just undo my skirt, slip it off. There! 
We're all equal in the undressing stakes now." 
"You're not! You've still got your bra on!" 
"Alright, Mulder. You win. There….how's that?" 
"Very nice. Very, very nice. Could I play with them….?" 
"No. Not yet. I've got something I want to play with first."
Soft fingertips against his boxer shorts. Peeled down, slowly 
and gently. Two heartfelt sighs.
 
"It's lovely." 
"Quite perfect, Mulder."
"Just what we could have hoped for. But…oh, Scully. Those 
muscle relaxants…?!"
"Don't worry, Mulder. I think, if we're lucky and work VERY 
hard indeed, we might just be able to get a reflex reaction in a 
certain area…" 
"Who's first then?"
"Me. But you know I think it's only fair we take our underwear 
off. If he wakes up it would look better if we were all three of us 
naked, wouldn't it?" 
"Um, no, Scully, I don't think it would. Never mind though. He 
probably won't wake up." 
"Here we go then. There."
"Hmm…very nice." 
"You too! I never realised you were so well hung, Mulder!" 
"You're making me blush!"  
"No point being coy now. Not after what we've done. You get 
back down there and while I see if I can get some movement 
out of him, you see what you can do for me." 
"Oh, Scully. That sounds like heaven!"
 
He tried to clench his fists and grit his teeth and think of algebra 
and 1970's sitcoms and being hideously wounded in Vietnam 
but it was no use. As soon as that warm, wet mouth descended 
on him his resolve went out of the window. He could hear all 
these noisy sucking sounds, punctuated by some little groans 
from Scully. Her sucking became more enthusiastic in time with 
her moans. Ease up, Mulder! he shrieked inside. Every time 
Mulder's tongue did something particularly exciting, Scully 
seemed to forget what a delicate part of his anatomy she held in 
her mouth and he could feel the tips of her teeth against him. 
Damn, was he getting…hard!? Damn, damn, damn. They 
weren't going to arouse him. They weren't. This was a totally 
horrible situation and he was getting no pleasure from it 
whatsoever!
"Looks like he's enjoying himself." Mulder's voice.
"Hmmm…" Scully.
"Me too…" 
"Stop talking, Mulder, just keep licking." 
"Yes, Scully. Hey look, isn't it my turn soon?"
"Soon…" 
He wished he could roll over. Anything to get away from that 
delicate little tongue as it darted its fiery, delicious caress all 
over his erect cock. Still, perhaps it would be better if he just 
went with it and allowed himself to come. Otherwise…oh shit, 
otherwise Mulder would be wrapping his tongue around his cock 
next. AAAGHHHH!
"Don't make him come, Scully. I want a go."
"Alright, Mulder. Your turn. And while you're doing that, I'll do 
you…" 
"Thank you, Scully." 
"Well, fair's fair."
Another mouth. Not much different to be honest. Close his mind 
off and imagine it was still Scully. Actually Mulder was rather 
good at this. Just as good as Scully…
"He's coming…." 
"So are you…" 
"I am?"
"Whoooooshhhhh…..!"
Hot fluid all over his thighs. Mulder's….?! Why did that image 
excite him? 
"Out of the way, Mulder. You've had your fun. There's 
something else we can do with him while he's still hard. Oh, and 
you can set about that playing you were talking about now!"
Mouth torn away, pressure of two thighs against his hips, one on 
either side, then someone lowering themself on top of him. Hot 
pressure against his cock, sliding in….shit, this was good. This 
was really good…Scully panting and moaning and he was going 
to…come.
"There. That was nice. Hmm…very nice." 
Two bodies flopping down on top of him, hands caressing him 
with wanton abandon now, gentle little kisses up and down his 
chest, strong fingers playing along his jaw.
"I hope he realises that we really, really care about him, Scully. I 
mean we wouldn't just USE him." 
"Oh yes. Let's hope he knows that we love him, Mulder 
because we do." 
"We do. We really do. And in fact, we'd be happy to, any time 
he wants."
"If only he understood that!" 
"If only." Sad sigh. "He's so handsome. Isn't he Scully?" 
"Yes….Soooo handsome. Our little man."
"Our big rampant man." 
"Yes. Our huge, strong, protective, gorgeous, handsome brute 
of a man." 
"Our…no, I think you've said it all, Scully."
Peace. Two soft heads on his chest. Really this was rather nice, 
all this comforting and being loved and adored and such nice 
things being said about him. A man could get used to this 
treatment. 
 
"How is he?"
"He'll be awake soon."
Bright light. 
"Wh….where am I?" Words sounding very strange in his dry 
mouth.
"You're okay, sir. You're in hospital. You were drugged." Two 
big hazel eyes staring at him upside down. No the right way up. 
Coming into focus. 
"How are you feeling, sir?" Two blue eyes next to the hazel 
ones. Very concerned, very tender.
"I'm fine…." Cough. 
"Here. Water." A strong hand holding a cup of water to his lips. 
Mulder gently leaning him forwards so that he could drink.
"Thank you, Mulder." 
"Another pillow, Sir?" 
"Thank you, Scully." Scully tenderly squeezing another pillow 
behind his back.
"We were very worried about you. You've been out cold for 
over 24 hours," Mulder said, frowning. 
"24 hours?" God, that long? And…his memory flooded back 
and he stared at his two agents, looking bemused. He 
remembered kisses and mouths and tongues and….
"Anything wrong, sir?" Such innocent hazel eyes.
"I'm not sure." It couldn't have happened. Could it? 
"You're very pale, sir. Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'll be fine, Scully. Those drugs the men gave me…." 
"Yes sir. Powerful hallucinogens. I expect you had strange 
nightmares." 
"Or some very interesting dreams!" He looked suspiciously at 
Mulder who had said this.
"Hallucinations…?" He queried. 
"Yes. Common side effect of this sort of drug. And they shot 
you full of it." Scully clucked and shook her head sadly. 
There. He knew there had to be a rational explanation. But if 
that were so it meant that in his head he had the capacity to be 
aroused by….Shit. He clamped down on that thought with a 
ruthless self-control. A bit late for self-control now, Walter, he 
thought to himself, feeling ashamed.
 
"Well, if you're okay, we'd better leave you to get some rest." 
Mulder was saying, rearranging the flowers in the vase next to 
the bed. 
"Anything you want, you just call us. You know where to reach 
us." Scully gripped his hand in hers for a second and smiled 
brightly. 
"Okay…I am a bit tired…." 
He closed his eyes and felt sleep start to claim him. Stupid man, 
he thought to himself. Of course they didn't, of course they 
hadn't - really! It was absurd. His two finest agents draping 
themselves over his naked, drugged body! It was madness. 
Just a drug induced hallucination….
 
"Do you think he swallowed that, Scully. The whole hallucination 
thing?"
"Let's hope so, Mulder. Or you and I could find ourselves out of 
a job." 
"It was such fun though! Shame it had to be a one off." Heavy 
sigh.
"Yes it is. Unless one of us is brave enough to broach the 
subject with him?" 
"Are you kidding, Scully!? I want to stay alive!"
"Well, I suppose I could always get hold of some more of that 
drug. Maybe next time he calls us into his office for a meeting. 
Or we could get him round to your apartment on a pretext…" 
"It would be for his own good. Because we love him. And 
because he just finds it so hard to ask for what he needs…"
The voices disappeared off down the corridor. He sat up, 
opened his mouth to scream at them to come back so that he 
could murder them with his bare hands and then closed it again. 
Shut his eyes, snuggled back down in the bed and smiled to 
himself.
THE END.
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