From: "Vanessa Sollars" Date: Sat, 07 Aug 1999 17:16:33 MST Subject: archive:Last night in Eden Source: direct Title - Last night in Eden Author - Cerulean1 Rating - strong PG-13, or r Spoilers - so many I can't name them all...The end...fire...one breath...etc. Keyword - M&S relationship, light bondage, with S/M themes, pre-X-files Classification - C, R, Summary - a year before the events described in Anne Rice/Rampling's book, Exit to Eden, Scully joins The Club as a slave with the help of Martin Halifax. Fox Mulder, one year into training at the FBI academy, goes to The Club as well, as a guest. Mulder has to get back to the states before his classes start again and the two are torn away from each other. Sometimes fate decides to intervene and make things right again. Authors Note -I assume that the events in Exit to Eden happen in 1985, I also took a little creative license and changed Scully's year of birth to 1963...it has to work out that way. I suppose you could get away with just having a jist of what Exit to Eden is about, but it would help to read the passages that involve the layout and structure of The Club. NONE OF THE EVENTS IN THE BOOK HAVE HAPPENED! My friend complained that Lisa had left The Club to marry Elliott so I thought I stick this in there. Disclaimer - almost forgot. Nothing with in these paragraphs belong to me...'cept maybe one or two of the characters, and S's birth year. The Club and 95.5% of it inhabitants belong to Anne Rice, and her amazing writing...M&S belong to CC, 20th Century Fox, and 1013 productions. Martin Halifax belongs to Anne Rice as well. Okay, to make this easier...none of these belong to me...I am using them w/o permission. The storyline belongs to someone else too (its a lie...but hey can't be too careful) I have no money, I'm typing this on a friends computer...so if you must sue, sue my younger sister, she gave me the idea to write something like this... 'Nuf ramblings...ON WITH THE SHOW!! MULDER 1983 had been a pretty exciting year. Left Oxford and my evil ex-girlfriend for the FBI. Swept through the first year of training with my hands tied behind my back. It was there that I met him. Nice kid, into things I had only dreamt about. Sadomasochistic ritual that would have had my mother, the die-hard atheist, running for the bible reciting the Lord's Prayer. It was wonderful. And the next year I would never be able to do enough to thank him. He opened me up to things I had never thought possible. When training let up for a few months he took me with him to San Francisco. It was there that we entered The House. He's kept me blindfolded in the back seat of the rented stretch limo; my hands tied with a long strip of white leather behind my back. He led me with a hand on my shoulder into the basement and Martin Halifax's library. We talked, and within the hour, I think Martin fell in love. Whether he did or not doesn't really matter now, because the outcome is the same. I sat across the masochistic god himself in a large leather wing chair. The kid who'd brought me sat between my legs, he's head resting on my thigh as he dozed. I told Martin things I didn't even know I thought. Things that I would have, at any other time, condemned. He smiled and nodded, then woke my friend with a snap of his fingers. "Call Lisa. I think, maybe, she could do him some good if she's not to busy with the new slaves. We have a last minute guest on our hands. A two months stay in which he's free to leave as he chooses. Tell he it's a gift from me, a belated birthday present." Martin turned to me. "I don't do this often, it just seems that this place is to cramped for your style. The Club should help you work things out." "The Club?" I asked pitifully. I didn't want to go. My friend had told me that Martin sold slaves to that island in the Caribbean. I didn't want to be a slave...I had no desire to walk around an island naked for two months. "As a guest of The Club, and of its creator, Lisa Kelly. No pressure, you can leave if you wish, but I rarely see cases as...how should I put this Fox, as...held back as yours. You are open enough when alone with Ash over there on the phone, but you still think that in some ways fulfilling your fantasies is dirty. While I can't force you to do anything, and I would never dream of such a thing, I think going to The Club is going to be good for you." You just can't argue with that man. I was on a plane to a remote island called The Club before I even knew it. I arrived at the same time as the slaves. If that wasn't bad enough, I saw one of my old college professors within the crowd watching the slaves being taken off the ship. I wanted to leave, but figured I should stay a week just to make Martin, and Ash, proud. SCULLY I spent months begging my trainer to send me to this place. This hideaway where what my parents saw as rebellion was in every inch of the place. I was twenty-one, just turned, and my trainer, Martin Halifax did some finagling with some people there to get me a three month stay there, instead of the regular two year, or six-month. It was terrifying at first; being pushed gagged and chained through this utopia. Being touched and prodded and inspected like a piece of clothing or a new pet. I planned right then and there that when I went home that I'd apologize profusely to the dog I had bought my younger brother. I was smart, and calm enough to stay in-line, though one or two of the other slaves did not. The handler's were horrible...while I had experienced this kind of thing before; it had never been to this extent. While I was being given a speech on what The Club would be like, not really paying attention, I'd heard it before from Martin, I saw Him. He was tall, lanky, and dressed in a light gray business suit. He looked lost, and I could tell that he didn't want to be there. A guest forced to come to this place? I never though that happened. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad my eyes puffed up and I knew that the trainers and handlers could see the wetness spreading between my thighs. I hoped to God that they thought it was because of the speech. She didn't even look at the other slaves. Her leather clad form moved to me instantly, and told the man making the speeches, I think she called him Richard, that she wanted me. Sorry, can't return the gesture. I can safely say that most women are a turn on to me, but she just seemed wrong, somehow. Like there was something building inside her that she couldn't see, couldn't feel, but agonized over just the same. Or maybe it was just that that my mind was too occupied with the man I had seen walk by. She walked beside, and a little bit behind me, her hand on my upper arm. I remember little of the walk to her room, except that I said 'Yes, Madam' a lot. I wonder what it was, exactly, that she asked me. We didn't even enter her room completely. I could barely see in through the corner of my eye, but I knew that the man I had seen earlier was in there. A handler came and took be to the baths, I tried not to think of my trainer with that man...it made me jealous. She had him, I didn't, and I never would. Shit, I felt like a teenager with her head up her ass in terms of sexual frustration and lust. I must have dazed because the paddle hurt more against my backside then than at any other time. MULDER Lisa was a beautiful women, that was a given. Still, there was something about here that scared me away, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I heard her slave being taken away, and had to remind myself that no one was really hurt in this place. There was no literal pain. She smiled at me as she entered. "You must be Fox Mulder. I'm Lisa Kelly. Martin sent you didn't you?" I answered as best I could; the questions were shot off, rapid fire as she moved around the rooms. I finally butted in and asked if she'd take me around the grounds. We stopped by the arcade, the library, the tennis courts, the swimming pool, the docks. The place was immaculate, naked bodies walking around the grounds without any sense of false modesty, that I could tell. I could hardly hide my reaction to the place. As the sun made it's way across the sky, about seven, she took me to dinner and introduced me to Scott and Richard. I hated them. Some sort of projection of my high school math teachers. They were nice enough, but I saw in them something I left in the house I grew up in. Dinner was amazing, the best food I'd had since I was eighteen and was forced to pay for dinner myself. Lisa told me that I was like any other guest on the island. Push the button by the dresser in my room and a handler would come bearing slaves. I can't say that I was ecstatic, though in most circumstances I would have been. I like dark bedrooms in large towns, not tropical resorts. I walked Lisa back to her room on my arm. We didn't say a word to each other. I was brooding over something, probably the fact that I wasn't sure I had did well enough on my finals and should be studying for the next year, not taking an exotic vacation. We stopped in front of her door, and I said goodnight while she opened it. Then I saw her. She was on her knees, head to the floor, facing the door. Her hair, a bon fire around her face, framed her young features. She didn't look old enough to be at The Club, but I knew about the background checks that the place gave all its slaves. I couldn't keep my eyes of her; she seemed to glow in the dark room. I leaned down to Lisa's ear. "I want her. How long does it take for a slave to be worked?" "She's a special case, only here for a few months. That's one of the reasons I took her, I'm taking a vacation soon. I suppose I could have her ready in a week or so." "I want her now. Tonight. One hour. I don't care whether she's ready or not. I just want her." She stuttered for a minute, probably amazed that the passive young man she'd been leading around all day could be so pissed. "Okay. Just...I can't believe I'm going to say this, go easy on her. She hasn't been off the boat a complete day yet, and has no training at all here. I'll have a handler bring her to your room in a n hour." She turned away from me and entered her room. I only caught a slight glance at the red head again before the door clicked shut. I walked back to my room so fast I was almost running. My chest felt small, I could hardly breathe. I locked myself into my room and took a shower. I sat on the bed, naked, afterwards, watching the clock. SCULLY Lisa was pacing in front of me, as I stood tied to the leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. A whip was in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. She wore a silk rode, open in the front, and nothing else. "When he tells you to do something, you do it?" "Yes, Madam." "When he tells you to stop doing something you stop?" "Yes, Madam." "If you think he would like something done one way you do it that way, not the way he told you to? "No, Madam." She took a sip of her wine, then looked me over. I had been perfect; the whip hadn't flashed against my near perfect skin once. I think she was pissed off at that. She put the wine down on the table next to the bed and came up real close to me. "Behave. Do you understand? This man is fragile, he doesn't really want to be here. I do NOT want a bad report from you. Got it? He's lenient, so I shouldn't hear anything from him, should I?" "No Ma'am." She reached up and undid my arms. The whip struck my thigh as I brought my arms down. She didn't look mad, but I stayed perfectly still anyway. "Lay down on the bed." I moved to the bed and laid down on my stomach, the whip struck my back and I heard her tell me to roll over. When I did the blindfold came over my eyes immediately. The gag found it's way between my teeth, and a distinctly male hand grabbed my shoulder and pushed me toward the door. I had never been more aroused. I had no idea where we went, but the blindfold and gag were taken off my eyes when we reached his room. The handler, a tall blond man, with a birthmark circling his ear, hit my butt with his paddle and told me to go into the room and kneel just inside the door. I closed the door and went to go onto my knees when someone grabbed my right hand. I yelped in surprise, but tried to hide it. I became terrified that that would have him sending me back. Lisa would be pissed; I couldn't have that...I stopped breathing. "Don't kneel. Come with me to the bed." His voice was so calm, like a lover whispering in our ear after you've been together for months. And I didn't even know the guy. He made me sit cross-legged in the center of the bed while he went and lit the candles around the room. I couldn't keep the gasp back when I saw who was in the room with me. The man in the monkey suit. Except now he wore nothing, he was naked as the day he was born. I hoped he didn't ask me to move from the spot I was in, because I was sure that there was a growing wet spot there. MULDER She sat on the bed, cross-legged and flushed. She was staring at me like I was Christ reincarnate or something. He mouth was slightly slacked and her nipples were little pick pebbles against her milky skin. I could see the abrasions on her back from a whip. I felt sick to my stomach. I moved over to the bed when the candles were lit and mimicked her position on the bed, my own arousal obvious. "I thought maybe I could make you feel a little less uncomfortable. I know I'd hate being in a place naked while everyone else was dressed" I tried to smile, but the sick feeling hadn't left me. I couldn't imagine anyone whipping this perfect little body that was in front of me. She didn't answer. "You're not mute are you?" The smile came easily now, and she copied it, teeth and all. "No, Master " "Cut the master crap. My name Fox." I lifted her arm and looked at the gold band on her arm. "Dana." "No....Fox" "Better." She still didn't say anything. She just looked at me, her head cocked to the side. Maybe slaves weren't supposed to talk when with a guest. There had to be someway.... "Look, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. I just saw you in Lisa's room and had to meet you. Let's just pretend that we're at dinner or something." That got her attention. "I usually wear clothes when I go out to dinner." "Me too. I have a shirt you could put on while you here if it'll make you feel better." "No, I...I...I want you." Her breath was jagged. I smiled and leaned toward her. "I want you too, I really do" I licked her behind her ear and she shivered. My eyes closed, and I felt her clime into my lap. I fell in love. SCULLY The light came through the open curtains. He was still handcuffed to the headboard. I slipped out of the bed, knew I could get in trouble for it, and started looking for the handcuff keys. I found them on the dresser top, and as I picked them up I felt his eyes on me. I turned slowly to him and saw the smile on his face. I smiled, almost wickedly back at him and tossed the keys at him. I heard the knock on the door and looked at him, asking permission to open the door. The not-so-real-world was about to intrude. "Open it." He was fiddling with the keys and laughing. I wiped the smile from my face and walked toward the door, it shot open the minute I unlocked it. Lisa barged in, looked at me, his shirt half open on my shoulders, and Fox lying on the bed playing with the handcuffs. She looked back at me, a scowl on her face. "Take that shirt off and get on your knees, NOW!" I fell to the floor, the shirt slipping off my shoulders. "I liked her in that. Very, very, um...very naughty." I couldn't keep the smile off my face. "I've been trying to call you for hours. She was dew back with the other slaves over an hour ago. No one answered. What is going on?" "Her fault." I looked at him, saddened that he would say something like that, and Lisa started coming toward me. "I'm kidding! I took it off the hook before she came over." Lisa snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. "Out there, now. A handler will take you to breakfast." The tears welled up in my eyes, and with a glance back at Fox I saw him watching me leave. I also saw the promise in his eyes MULDER I worked it out with Lisa, and Dana became mine. I could have her with me whenever I wanted. For the next two months we basically lived together. We rarely left my room, where she walked around in one of my dress shirts, completely unbuttoned. I can't count the number of times we made love. We did it every way we could think of. I wouldn't let her use the whip, and I would never use it on her, but other then that...it was amazing. And then came our last night together. She was sitting on the bed, naked again. She was running a brush trough her hair and humming a song I'd never heard before. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "We leave tomorrow, don't we?" "What?" Her surprise shocked me, Lisa had said...looking at her face I almost cried. "We leave." "You're leaving tomorrow? I...no...you can't go." "Aren't you coming?" "I have a three month contract, I can't leave for another month. Stay here. Stay with me." "I can't, baby. I've got to get back to classes." "Where...where are you going to school?" "The FBI academy, in Virginia." For the first time in two months I saw her cry. The tears ran down her cheeks, and he bottom lip trembled, she was trying to hold it in. She pushed away from me and slammed her palm down on the button by the dresser. The handler that came to get her look surprised. In the past two months this was the only room where that button hadn't been used. I watched as she ran out of the room crying. I felt horrible, but made my self forget her. SCULLY He didn't see me as I watched the plane taking off. After I ran from his room screaming he didn't call for me again. I swore to myself that I'd find him though, sooner or later. To please my parents I went completely through medical school, and had I wanted to, I would have been able to practice. But I went to Quantico, the only academy in Virginia. And I heard the tales. Fox 'Spooky' Mulder and his aliens. Spooky Mulder and his intuition. Spooky Mulder, graduating top of his class. Very top. Fox 'Spooky' Mulder, who during the summer of 1984 had made me fall in love, and then he walked out on me. I couldn't get a hold of him, no matter how I tried. And them the little agent with the smaller brain interrupted my class and told me I had to go and see Section Chief Blevins. They asked me if I knew Fox Mulder. I lied. They asked me if I knew about the X-files, and I tried not to think of how 'paranormal' the feel of his phantom hands on my body was. They told me I was to break his heart by debunking his life's project. I went down into the basement, and remembered how dark his room had been the first time I had gone down there. I walked down the hallway and remembered running away from him. I knocked on the door and remembered Lisa knocking the first night I was with him. He spoke and I remembered him telling me about how my body was his temple and he wanted to worship me. I walked into the office and remembered his arm pulling me from the floor. He turned to face me and I remembered walking around the room in his dress shirt. I said my name and he showed no surprise. I nearly cried when he immediately went off onto his little paranormal speech. I smiled when I left, because I knew that I would be able to get him back. It wasn't that simple. I dropped my robe in his room, and he was a professional. He told me about his sister, but he made no mention of a two-month stint in the Caribbean. I spent months trying everything to get him to crumble and tell me that he remembered what we had had. And then it happened. I was attached by one of those stupid mutants we were always chasing and he came to my apartment for the first time. He some the spare bedroom. He saw all those toys we used. All almost direct replicas. I watched as he noticed that there was everything anyone would want in the way of a sadomasochistic love affair except a whip. I watched as his eyes teared up. I watched as he pulled himself together and walked away from me like I wasn't even there. MULDER It was her. Of course it was. Little FBI agent looking like she was playing dress up with Daddy's clothes. My clothes. But she wasn't the same. The toys were there, she kept teasing me, but she had joined the FBI, and people don't join the FBI to look for a lost two-month romance. Do they? I ignored her as best I could. She told me that it felt like old times, but she wasn't talking about the little basement office in the J Edgar Hoover Building. She was talking about a small room on a resort in the Caribbean that we had shared two months. She was talking about the last day I saw her when she asked me not to leave, just like she was now. With that same tone of voice, but the sultry way her voice had dipped EVERY time she talked then had to be hidden, but she didn't do a good job of it. She disappeared. She was taken by the things I had buried myself in to forget about her. I lied to her. The X-files weren't about my sister, while I missed her miserably, and I did feel responsible, the X-files were there to keep my mind off of her wearing my dress shirt. And then she was gone. Fling off to a place, I knew not where. She was gone for the same about of time she was holed up in The Club. I wonder if someone came and loved her for two of those months then left. That only made me jealous. I slipped up. I slept with her. Not my Dana, no, that idiot vampire wanna' be. And it made me feel dirty. I dated; I dated a lot since I left the Club. Manly men, Ash and I lived together for my last year in the academy, but he was killed in a shoot out at a bank robbery. I met Diana, and she was too pushy so I told her it was over and she flew off to Berlin. But then the one time fling with a women whose name slips my mind a lot. I should be dead. She came back. She was dying. They pulled her off life support. Her sister coaxed me into going to see her. I wonder if her sister knew. I told her that I loved her, not in so many words, but I told her. And she came back to me. I returned her cross, the one she hadn't been able to wear at The Club, but made her all the more beautiful. I didn't pick her up at the hospital when she was let out. She called me a jerk, a bastard...so many names that I couldn't keep track of them as they flowed through the bug I had had the Lone Gunmen put in her car. Her mother walked her to her apartment door, then turned and left. Her mother knew, I had told her earlier. I stood beside the door. It opened and she walked in. "Take those clothes off. A slave isn't allowed to be dressed." I reached over her head and closed the door. I had made sure to send her the easiest to remove clothes she owned. I ripped the sweater off her chest, and undid the clasp behind her back. Sweats, and panties off in a flash. "Muld-" "No talking." I brought the blind fold out of my jean pocket and covered her eyes with the padded leather. She was stiff, scared. I pushed her forward, and grabbed her wrists. I had moved the leather handcuffs from her guestroom to the living room and locked in place. "Have we been a good girl?" "Mulder-" "The answer is yes or no." "Yes" I cleared my thought, questioningly. "Yes, Master." "Do I have to tell you again, DANA?" "No, Fox." "Better. I'm sorry. I've been a bastard these last few years, but I had to force myself to forget you or I would have had a nervous breakdown. I couldn't believe that you had joined the FBI to find me. Did you?" "Yes, Fox" I moved around the room lighting the candles I had placed around the room. I moved as close as I could without touching her, and stripped. I stepped up to her and kissed her. Slowly, almost painfully slow. She relaxed and moaned. The paddle that was sitting on the coffee table next to her was immediately in my hand and I hit her across her rear end. She laughed, I did it again. It was as if nothing had changed. SCULLY We hid. Years of trying to expose the governments secrets during the day and exposing our secrets to each other at night in my apartment. I moved. Got myself a two bedroom, with a third, larger room, that we used as...as, um... a playroom. After my sister died, I moved again, and we just used the second bedroom as our sanctuary. Then it happened. Fox cracked. Went off the deep end. I forced him to back away about a year later, when it became difficult to watch him have flashbacks. We got married. At The Club. We used the library, so different from what it had been. Lisa laughed her head off when we decided to have the slaves that wanted to, attend the wedding. It was hilarious. My mother wouldn't come. Charlie gave me away because Billy wouldn't have attend out wedding weather in was I a church or not. Father McCue preformed the service, much to my surprise. I saw the ring on Lisa's finger, but her husband was no where to be found. He turned up after the reception with our wedding gift-a free stay at The Club at anytime during the next two years. Fox tried to talk me into taking our honeymoon there instead of Venice. We compromised on New Orleans. I still haven't figured out what Elliott and Lisa were grinning about. Martin Halifax, my old trainer, was Mulder's best man. He looked so old then, wearing the suit and tie, and being so respectable. Like your father's boss at a company picnic. Lisa and Elliott split the island at the same time we did, and said goodbye at the New Orleans airport. They went on to Dallas. Now, during the last minutes of the twentieth century...by true count, the big party was last year-we sit by the pool at The Club. Fox is flipping through the new book on this place. Elliott created it a year ago, the last in a series books on the place. From looking at the pictures and reading the captions, you wouldn't think that at this very moment people are fulfilling all there sexual fantasies. Its called, Last Night in Eden, and as I read over Fox's shoulder I see that the photo story mimics ours over our first stay here. And to think, this is our last night in Eden. The book is wonderful, but I've got to get Fox's mind off of it. I grab the book and throw it into the bag beside my chair. He gets the picture. "Love you, Dana." "Love you too. Come on, I have to call my mother and tell her we're coming home tomorrow." "Gotcha'. I 'll meet you up there in a few minutes. I want to return this to the library." He takes the book and walks toward the library in his jeans. His chest is burnt, and it hurts for him to wear a shirt anymore. He glistens from the sunscreen. I yell after him. "Hey Fox. Let's not go home. Let's go San Francisco." Sometimes it's nice to meet up with old friends, and old times. The slave that follows me around constantly smiles and hands me the cell phone from my bag. Maybe we won't go 'home' ever. Authors Note2: I wrote this while I was bored one afternoon and if you must flame me, go ahead. Feedback is appreciated!