From: Isahunter@aol.com
Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1999 13:22:36 EST
Subject: "SO CRUEL" (1/1) by Isahunter


TITLE:  So Cruel (1/1)
AUTHOR:  Isahunter
RATING:  NC17
CATEGORY:  V
SPOILERS:  Up to "How The Ghosts Stole Christmas," S6.
ARCHIVE:  Yes, with my name and all headers attached
FEEDBACK:  Isahunter@aol.com
DISCLAIMER:  These characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen, and FOX.
No infringement intended.  No money is being made off of this story.
SUMMARY:  Scully gets some long-awaited revenge.

For all the men who ever said they'd help me write my sex scenes.  Thanks
guys, but I think I pretty much have it covered.

NC17! (graphic sexual situations) If you are under age, read no further.

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	"I know I left it in here somewhere."
	Scully grimaced at very sight of Mulder's disorderly desk, watching with
bored fascination as he shuffled around papers and files, adding to the chaos.
His apartment looked as if the Tasmanian Devil had blown through.  Sitting
down on the couch, careful to avoid the sticky remnants of a slice of pizza,
she groaned.
	"Mulder, it stinks in here."  He didn't even acknowledge her.  Not that she'd
expected him to.  "Wouldn't it be easier if you actually brought your work to
the office instead of leaving it here?"
	"Now there's an idea.  I forgot the file, Scully.  Do you really think I'd
subject myself to your interrogation on purpose?"
	She glared at the back of his head.  "Well, we all know how lonely you
are...how you only keep me around to avoid drowning in your paramasturbatory
illusions."
	He finally turned to look at her.  "I thought we agreed never to bring that
up again."
	She stared down at her hands.  They had agreed...agreed to forget that he
dragged her along on another of his stupid expeditions, by stealing her car
keys.  Agreed never to mention how they'd almost killed each other.  But even
that much she could forgive him for.  At least, that time, he had thought to
include her.
	Standing up, she sauntered over to where he stood.  "I'm sorry.  You're
right.  I won't mention it again."
	The scowl didn't leave his face.
	"Sit down, Mulder.  You're so tense."
	He still stood there.
	Putting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him down into the wooden chair
before his desk.  He sat rigidly, his entire body a block of stone.  Using her
fingers, she began kneading the knotted muscles in his neck.  Tension.  That
was what this was all about, wasn't it?  For one shining moment on Christmas
eve, they had shed their business personas and gleefully opened presents like
excited children.  But once they returned to the office, everything returned
to normal.  Back to the tension and glaring unrest that had so recently
painted itself over their relationship.  She knew what the catalyst had
been...that near kiss in the hallway all those months ago.  But that wasn't
the only cause.  The real reason had been slowly building, like a pressure
cooker, for years.
	Sliding his suit coat off of his shoulders, she worked her way down the solid
line of muscles.  He made no sound, gave her no encouragement, but she could
tell the massage was having its desired effect.  He let his head loll back on
his shoulders and gazed at her.
	"Do you really think I'd only stay with you because I was lonely?"
	She didn't want to answer him, because part of her suspected it was true.
Smiling softly, she shook her head.  "No, Mulder."
	Working her thumb against his shoulder blade, she was finally rewarded with a
deep rumbling groan.
	"Put your arms back," she said, pushing harder.  Knowing the human body like
she did had its advantages.  She knew just where to move to give him the full
benefit of a deep tissue massage.  The look on his face was damned near
blissful as he complied.  And he never saw it coming.
	With his arms slid through the slats of the chair, behind him, his only clue
that something was wrong came when he heard the distinctive sound of her
handcuffs clicking over his wrists.
	His arms jerked suddenly, with nowhere to go.  "What the--Scully, what are
you doing?"
	"Shhh."  She put her fingers to his lips.  "Just relax.  It's my turn to talk
now."
	She stepped around in front of him, noting the startling bulge developing in
his slacks.  So...Mulder liked being tied up.
	Reaching up to loosen his tie, she met his heavy-lidded gaze.  "I wasn't
really angry about the whole 'haunted house' thing, Mulder.  I mean, not the
way you thought I was.  I didn't mind a little adventure.  I just hate it when
you take me for granted...when you assume I'll tag along whether I want to or
not.  And when I didn't want to, you made sure I couldn't leave."
	"Scully, I didn't--"
	She put her fingers to his lips once more.  "Uh-uh.  Too much talking."
	Unknotting his tie, she let it slide between her fingers.  "You always assume
so many things about me, Mulder.  Like the fact that you seem to think I like
being left behind when you run off to the middle of nowhere."
	He looked like he was about to speak again, but thought better of it.
	"Do you really think I like worrying about you, not knowing where you are
or...who you're with?  Do you think I liked watching you run off with Diana,
only to take the blame when things went wrong?  Do you?"
	"No, I never--"
	Slipping the tie from his collar, she shook her head.  "I think it's about
time I silenced that sweet-talking mouth of yours, Mulder."
	He looked genuinely stunned, for once in his life.  But he wasn't about to
open his mouth.  Running her fingers over his lips, she took the choice away
from him.  Digging her fingernails into the flesh just below his jaw bone, she
caused him to flinch in pain...opening his mouth just enough for her to slide
the tie between his teeth.
	Unfortunately, he also bit her in the process.
	Shaking her sore fingers, she slipped around behind him and quickly tied the
gag into place.  "You'll pay for that one later, Mulder."
	When she stepped before him once more, his eyes were no longer glazed in
fascination.  This time his feral glare was almost frightening...or, it would
have been, if he hadn't been tied up.  With a little smirk, she turned and
started rummaging through the desk drawers.
	"Sometimes I wonder, Mulder.  The other agents call me Mrs. Spooky, but I
think you've taken that name to heart as well.  You expect me to sit at home
waiting for you like the little wife."  Finding what she was looking for, she
gave him satisfied smile.  "Well this is the last time you're ever going to
leave me behind, so I suggest you enjoy it."
	Pushing the drawer shut with her hip, she turned to him with seven rubber
bands hanging from her fingers.  "You can be so cruel to me sometimes, Mulder.
I think its about time for a little taste of your own medicine."
	Although he surely had no idea what she had in mind, he started struggling in
earnest, the cuffs making a horrible racket as they banged against the chair.
He didn't settle down in the least when she slid to her knees before him.  He
looked almost scared...but nothing could hide his still-bulging erection.
	Sliding her hands up the solid expanse of his thighs, she let them come to a
rest just inches from his groin.  "Did I ever tell you what it's like when
you're gone?  What agony I go through, hoping you're all right, praying you
aren't dead?  Denying the fact that you just might be with another woman?"
	His nostrils flared as he stared down at her, his eyes shadowed by his
furrowed brow.
	"When you come back, I don't know whether to kiss you or shoot you.  Have you
ever known that feeling, Mulder?"
	He appeared to swallow heavily, despite the gag in his mouth.
	"No, I didn't think you had."
	His whole body jerked when her fingers reached for his zipper.  His eyes were
wide with panic, and she could hear the pathetic sound of him trying to speak
past his gag.  The muffled words and shouts were almost enough to make her
giggle.
	Undoing the button and hook on his slacks, she pulled the fabric out of the
way to expose the gray cotton of his briefs.  Caressing the stretched cotton,
she wrung a moan from deep in his throat.
	"I never understand how you can try to kiss me one day, and ditch me on
another.  Do you want me, or don't you?  You have me spinning like a dog
chasing its tail.  How am I supposed to make sense of anything when you're
always running away from me?"
	His eyes glittered dangerously as he pulled at his cuffs once more.
	Running her fingers over the seams of his briefs, she sucked in a delighted
breath when he shifted his hips and his erection seemed to follow her
movements.  When she slipped her fingers into the side opening of his shorts,
he damned near sprung out into her hands.  He let out a tortured groan at the
feel of her fingers against bare skin.  Hot, hard, pulsating bare skin.
	She licked her lips.  "Sometimes I lie in bed at night and wonder what you
look like with a hard-on.  I'm not disappointed in the least."
	Her fingers teased him, sliding from the base of his cock to the head in one
slow pull.  He closed his eyes, as if unable to bear watching her.  Slouched
in that chair, with his pants open and his chest rising and falling in rapid
succession, he looked absolutely decadent.  Leaning closer, her breath
stirring the hair at the base of his cock, she licked away the drop of
moisture crowning the swollen head.
	She wondered if he was even aware of the keening sound coming from his
throat.
	While he wasn't paying attention, she slipped the rubber bands off of her
hand and let them fall into her lap.  Picking up one of them, she doubled it
and pushed it over the tips of her fingers.  "Do you know what agony is,
Mulder?  Do you know what it's like to want something so bad and not be able
to have it?"
	He opened his eyes, once again taking on a look a panic as he spotted the
band around her fingers.
	"I thought we might play a little game."  Until now her voice had been light,
teasing, but the sudden seriousness of her tone made him freeze against the
back of the chair.  He watched in an almost morbid fascination as she wrapped
her hand around his cock and slid the rubber band into place around the base.
"Must be careful to watch for those little hairs," she said, slyly.  "Ouch."
	His eyes grew wider as she picked up another rubber band and gave it the same
treatment, sliding it into place a little less than an inch from the first.
The bands were tight, snug, but not enough to be painful.  Not yet anyway.
But with the way she kept sliding her fingers up and down the length of him,
they both knew they would be soon.  On and on, she moved, to the next rubber
band, careful to keep from snapping them against his sensitive flesh, until
all seven bands were wrapped tightly up the length of his cock.  When she
finally met his gaze, he looked like he was about to pass out.
	"Now...I'm going to take these off of you, one by one.  But the trick is--I
can't use my hands."
	He closed his eyes on a shaky breath, and she could have sworn see saw
frustrated tears glittering in his eyes.  Must have been a trick of the light.
	Kneeling between his spread thighs, she gripped the sides of the chair and
leaned forward.  Pausing just short of her goal, teasing him with the heat of
her breath, making him wait.  And when her warm, wet mouth finally descended
on the head of his cock, he nearly screamed aloud.  Using her lips and tongue,
careful not to bite, she began to pull the doubled rubber band from the tip of
his erection.
	She could feel his body tensing below her, straining against the cuffs that
bound him.  Could hear his breath coming harsh and fast out of his nose.
Little whimpers sounded from his throat, but he didn't open his eyes.  Not
yet.
	Pulling the band out of her mouth, she tossed it away from her and started on
the second.  This one wasn't as easy.  She could feel the head of his cock
nudging the roof of her mouth, hitting the sensitive area of her soft palate
and threatening to make her gag.  Repressing the reflex, she wrapped her lips
around the band and tugged.  It moved a bit at a time, tangling over itself,
probably pinching him in the process.  But he didn't flinch or cry out.  His
whole body was braced below her, as if getting ready to jump off a bridge.
With just the slightest scraping of her teeth, she pulled the second band free
and tossed it to the floor.
	"Only five more to go."
	When he finally opened his eyes, his whole face was twisted in a scowl.  Yes,
he was in agony.  He finally knew how it felt.
	The next band slid off like the first two, made only slightly more difficult
by the fact that she had to remind herself to breath through her nose.  His
hips shifted restlessly as she moved on to the fourth.  He was moaning almost
continuously, through the gag, by the time she reached the fifth.
	Sitting back on her heels, she gazed up at him.  The salty taste of him in
her mouth, combined with his musky scent, was enough to make her squirm.  She
could feel the crotch of her panties getting wet, and she wanted nothing more
than to climb onto his lap and end their torture by fucking him senseless.
But she knew she'd rather deny herself than give him the satisfaction.  His
reprieve would come soon enough.
	His shaft glistened in the sunlight drifting through the window, wet with the
sheen of her own saliva.  It throbbed, taking on a slightly purplish cast.
The rubber bands around the base were growing tighter and tighter, and she
knew she had to hurry before he was in actual physical pain.
	The sixth band wasn't so easy to remove.  She had nearly the whole length of
his cock in her mouth, pushing hard against the back of her throat.  The fact
that he couldn't keep his hips still wasn't helping any, either.  They both
knew that the rubber bands, secured so tightly around his turgid length, would
not allow him to come until the last one was removed.  They acted as a
barrier, a vice-grip, the only thing standing between him and ecstasy.  And
the moment the last one was released...well, she almost smiled, despite having
him in her mouth.
	Taking her time, moving far too slowly for his tastes, she pulled and tugged
the sixth band up his shaft.  Her tongue swirled around the underside, teasing
the sensitive ridge, adding to the torment.  Her harsh breath stirred his
pubic hair, and he pulled at his cuffs once again.  She knew he wanted to grab
her head and pull it down hard on his straining cock, but he couldn't do it.
Instead, he began rubbing his cheek against his shoulder, trying to dislodge
the gag.
	Muttering non-sense against his tie, he glared at her.  His hips were
thrusting uselessly, unable to bring him any satisfaction.  A few seconds
later, the sixth rubber band pulled free.
	Releasing it from her mouth, she gazed at him once more, her chest painfully
tight against her throbbing heart.  Her breath came in fast bursts from her
nose, nearly as rapid as his.  She swallowed heavily, marveling at how
handsome he was in his misery.
	"Just one more, Mulder.  Do you think you can stand it?"
	The look he gave her was anything but kind.  In fact, if the eyes could
speak, she was pretty sure his just said, "Fuck you."
	She cupped his aching balls through the fabric of his shorts, causing him to
flinch.  She'd had him on the edge of coming for so long that he had to be
about ready to explode.
	Using his tongue, and still rubbing against his shoulder, he struggled to
push the gag out of his mouth.  She had to admire his persistence.
	"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?  How many years I thought
about you making love to me?"  She tilted her head to the side, catching his
attention at last.  "Do you know how long I've been planning this?  How often
I think about seducing you, and making your eyes roll back in your head in
pleasure?  Do you know what it does to me to know this is all I think about,
while you just run off and leave me all alone?"
	He just stared at her, his eyes wide with acknowledgment, as if he finally
realized just what she was saying.
	"Do you even know how cruel that is?"
	He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.
	"Are you in the least little bit sorry about it?"
	He nodded again, more emphatically.
	"Good.  'Cause this next part, Mulder, is all about forgiveness."
	She leaned forward once more, hearing the sudden intake of his breath,
sliding her mouth over the entire length of his solid cock.  She had to
concentrate hard to keep from gagging, had to work slowly and deliberately to
coordinate the movements of her lips and tongue.  Centimeter by centimeter,
the rubber band slowly started to roll up the expanse of his shaft.  His hips
stopped moving only to freeze in place, a good five inches off the seat of the
chair.  Almost imperceptibly moving upwards with every roll of the band.
Sucking hard, she had him caught in one long, tortured, continuous moan.  The
tie in his mouth finally fell away within the last few inches, giving way to
the most brutal of bestial shouts.  A stream of obscenities burst from his
lips, echoing in the silence of the room like gunfire.  And when the band
finally pulled away in her mouth, she wasn't prepared for the eruption that
followed.  He screamed, bursting into her mouth with the force of a rocket,
nearly causing her to choke in the process.  She tried to swallow, but she
couldn't possibly manage it all.  When she pulled back to look at him, she had
to wipe her mouth on the back of her sleeve.
	Gasping, his entire body still shaking under the impact, he met her gaze in
silent wonder.  She got to her feet, wiping off the knees of her slacks and
readjusting her clothing as if nothing had happened.
	"Scully, let me go now."
	She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his shoulders, and pressed her lips
to his.  He didn't restrain himself for a second.  No damned bee was going to
take this chance from him again.  He plunged his tongue into her mouth,
kissing her hard, realizing that this first kiss was seasoned by the taste on
himself in her mouth.
	After a moment, she pulled back and grinned at him.
	"C'mon, baby, take these cuffs off.  I want to make love to you, just like
you fantasized."
	Pushing her hand into her pocket, she grasped something inside and pulled it
out.  He was relieved to see the key appear in her hand...but that relief
quickly dissipated when she tossed the key on the desk.
	"Scully--let me GO."
	She merely grinned, stepping away, leaving him sitting there with his pants
wide open and his hands bound behind his back.  When she reached the door, she
smiled at the assortment of curses that followed her retreat.
	"I said I forgave for ditching me, Mulder.  But I never said I'd forgive you
for biting me."
	With that she left him sitting there, never telling him she'd be back
tomorrow.


END.
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We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me

We're cut adrift
But still floating
I'm only hanging on
To watch you go down...my love
                                --"So Cruel" by U2.

  (Song lyrics used without permission.  No infringement
 intended.  "So Cruel" is property of U2 and Island Records.)
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