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Date: 17 Sep 2001 19:03:32 -0000
Subject: Surrendering to Temptation (1/2) by Diandra Hollman
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Title: Surrendering to Temptation (1/2)
Author: Diandra Hollman
Rating: Strong R to mild NC17
Classification: SR
Spoilers: Possibly some for season 8
Keywords: SLASH, Mulder/Doggett romance, Mulder/Scully UST, 
          Scully/Doggett UST
Summary: "Finally, I reached the door to his bedroom. I froze, my 
          breath catching in my throat, as I took in the scene 
          before me. Mulder was lying in his bed; he was not 
          asleep, he was not hurt and he was not alone...."
Author notes: I wrote this after reading the comment on Gertie's 
          page "I would love to read a Scully-in-the-middle
          Mulder/Doggett story!" I'm not sure this is what she had 
          in mind, though...:)
Archives: I don't care where anybody puts it, as long as my name 
          is on it.

Surrendering to Temptation (1/2)
by Diandra Hollman

After knocking on Mulder's door for a third time to no avail, I 
was ready to give up. I had turned to leave when I heard a shout 
coming from inside the apartment. *Oh shit...* I frantically 
searched my purse for Mulder's spare key and unlocked the door 
quietly, not wanting to alert anyone inside to my presence yet.  

I placed my left hand on the doorknob, readying my gun in my 
right, and took a deep breath to steady myself. 

It occurred to me that the sound could have been my imagination. 
Even if it had been real, it could have come from a television or 
radio. Heck, it could have come from another apartment. 

Instinctively, though, I had known that the voice calling out in 
distress had been Mulder's. In an instant my mind had supplied 
countless possible scenarios from escaped convicts Mulder had 
helped catch to burglars to serial killers with a fetish for 
torturing their victims. I hoped it was just on of Mulder's many 
nightmares of his sister or his recent abduction; I could handle 
those.

I pushed open the door carefully and let my eyes sweep the room 
just in front of my gun. The room was empty. I heard the voice 
again - a long, tortured groan - and felt my stomach clench. The 
voice was unmistakably Mulder's, and it was coming from deep 
inside the apartment. I moved slowly in the direction it had come 
from, trying not to let myself think about what condition I might 
find him in. 

Finally, I reached the door to his bedroom. I froze, my breath 
catching in my throat, as I took in the scene before me.

Mulder was lying in his bed; he was not asleep, he was not 
hurt...and he was not alone. I watched his hips thrust into the 
body underneath him and felt the heat of embarrassment rise to 
my cheeks. 

My gun arm had dropped to my side, forgotten. I nervously returned 
the weapon to its holster and had turned to make a hasty retreat - 
thankful that Mulder was too occupied to notice me - when another 
groan stopped me in my tracks. The voice was definitely not 
Mulder's...and it was distinctly *male. *

I turned back to the couple on the bed. From where I was standing
it was impossible to see anything but Mulder, whose broad 
shoulders prevented me from seeing the person under him, but then 
long, slender hands reached up from the mysterious lump to grab 
the headboard. Arm muscles rippled as Mulder's rhythm increased.

I remember thinking: /Mulder in bed with another man? How will I 
be able to look him in the eye again? / I felt a sudden twinge of 
jealousy too. It had taken an alien abduction and near-death for 
me to finally realize how much I loved Mulder and how much I 
needed him in my life. I had never expected him to love me in 
return, but... I wanted to know who this man was who had found 
his way into Mulder's heart - as well as his bed.

Soon, Mulder reached his climax, arching his back and shouting 
something unintelligible before collapsing on top of his lover, 
sated. When he had sufficiently recovered his senses, he rolled 
off of the other man to lay beside him. 

The other man was lying on his stomach, offering me a view only of 
the back of his head, but it was enough. I would have recognized 
that short, spiky hair and well muscled back anywhere...it was my 
partner, Agent John Doggett. /Oh, God, / I thought. /What am I 
doing here? I should leave.../ But my traitorous body would not 
move and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Mulder rolled over on his left side, pulling Doggett into a 
spooning position against his chest. I noticed that, although 
Mulder had found release, Doggett, apparently, hadn't. I am 
embarrassed to admit that I had entertained a few X-rated 
fantasies involving my new partner. I had a bit of a crush on him, 
though I told myself it was just hormones and stress. But my 
imagination did not do justice to what I was seeing. He was 
beautiful. His face was flushed with passion, his lips parted as 
he gasped air into his heaving lungs. His eyes had a slightly wild 
look to them in his advanced state of arousal. 

Mulder threw back the sheet that had been covering them and set 
about soothing Doggett with soft kisses to his neck and shoulder 
along with gentle massages of his chest, abdomen and right hip and 
thigh. At first, Doggett whimpered and thrust his hips 
ineffectually at the air, as if begging Mulder to just hurry up 
and finish him off. But when he realized that Mulder would not be 
easily swayed from his course, Doggett's body went limp in 
surrender.

I should have walked away, given them their privacy, but I 
couldn't tear myself away. The temptation to watch these two 
beautiful men make love to each other was too great. So, I hid in 
the shadows of Mulder's hallway, telling myself that this was one 
sin I would not be mentioning in Confession.

Mulder gently nibbled and sucked on Doggett's earlobe until a 
groan rumbled from deep inside the man's chest. Then Mulder 
whispered something in Doggett's ear that made his whole body seem 
to tremble.

From what I had seen of Doggett in the field, it would have been 
difficult for me to imagine him being helpless in any situation. 
Yet, with Mulder pinning his arms to his chest with one hand and 
holding him firmly captive while inflicting the sweetest torture 
on his senses, Agent Doggett was reduced to a quivering, mewling 
man, desperate for the release Mulder could give him.

I tore my gaze from Doggett's face and let it travel down his 
body, following Mulder's wandering hand. I suddenly longed to 
replace that hand with my own. I wanted to run my fingers through 
the sparse hair covering the well-muscled chest and over that 
firm abdomen...

I forced myself to push away the thought...well, at least for the 
moment.

Then my eyes fell to the place I'm sure Doggett most wanted 
Mulder's attentions. His erection rose brazenly from its nest of 
dark brown curls, deep red, thick and heavy with blood. I felt my 
breathing speed up. I could almost *see* him throbbing, he was so 
close.

Finally, Mulder fluttered his fingers along Doggett's length in 
the barest of touches. Doggett gasped, his head falling back to 
rest on Mulder's shoulder, his Adam's apple working convulsively. 
Mulder smiled and wrapped his hand firmly around the penis, 
wrenching a noise from Doggett that was halfway between a moan and 
a sob. Mulder placed more soothing kisses on Doggett's neck, chin 
and cheek and murmured comforting words in his ear as he slowly 
stroked the man's arousal.

To hell with wishing I could touch Doggett, I wanted to *be* him. 
I wanted to lay in Mulder's arms as he drove me crazy with want 
before gently bringing me to a mind-blowing release. Jesus, I 
wanted *both* of these men...

Mulder's hand had started moving faster. His kisses had given way 
to gentle bites. Doggett's eyes lost focus and his hips began 
thrusting into Mulder's fist, meeting him halfway.

It didn't take much longer for Doggett to reach the edge, but then 
he seemed to hover there, on the thin razor blade between reality 
and orgasm. He seemed to struggle against Mulder's hold, trying to 
free his arms, but Mulder would not let him go. Instead, Mulder 
spoke into his ear again. Even from my position in the hallway, I 
could hear the words as clearly as if I had been in the room with 
them.

"Let go," Mulder said. "Just let go...it's okay. I'll catch 
you..."

And, with a hoarse shout, Doggett tumbled over the edge into 
ecstasy.

Mulder loosened his hold on Doggett, but didn't quite let go. He 
cradled the trembling agent in his arms, kissing his temple. After 
a while, Mulder reached for a Kleenex from his bedside table to 
clean the sticky residue of sex from Doggett's over-sensitized 
skin.

When Doggett returned to the living world and realized Mulder was 
no longer holding him immobile, he rolled onto his back. The men 
simply stared at each other for several long moments before 
Doggett inclined his chin slightly in invitation. Mulder readily 
accepted and for a long time the only sounds in the room were 
those coming from their loving kisses.

I noticed that Doggett's responses to his ministrations had not 
left Mulder unaffected. He had recovered from his recent lethargy 
and was sporting an, I must say, *impressive* erection. God, he 
was gorgeous! I felt my pulse race once more.

Doggett also noticed Mulder's, er, condition. Without a word, he 
let his still-quaking thighs fall open to receive his lover. 
Mulder kissed him gratefully, moving to cover him. Then he began 
spreading kisses over Doggett's neck and chest. 

Doggett mumbled something that sounded like "Don't think I can do 
a repeat performance tonight..." and then something about it 
being Mulder's turn now.

Mulder just shook his head and bent to suckle Doggett's left 
nipple. Doggett groaned in resigned frustration. I knew how he 
felt...Mulder could be so stubborn sometimes. Trying to reason 
with him was about as effective as beating your head against a 
wall. Well...maybe not. A wall has more give. I hoped Doggett 
would be able to handle Mulder's pace. Suddenly the words "erotic 
asphyxiation" came to mind...

After paying equal homage to the right nipple, Mulder resumed his 
leisurely path down Doggett's body, stopping briefly to swirl his 
tongue in the agent's navel. He skirted around the still-sensitive 
flesh between Doggett's legs to kiss his weakened thighs, then he 
helped Doggett bend his knees so that his feet were flat on the 
bed and his legs were opened wide. Then Mulder began placing 
delicate kisses and licks on Doggett's sac, rolling it gently in 
the fingers of his right hand while his left drew sensuous circles 
on Doggett's belly.

Doggett grunted and twisted his fingers desperately in the bed 
sheets as, amazingly, his recently spent sex began to rise. /Not 
bad for a guy in his forties, / I thought. /Hell, Mulder's not 
exactly a "spring chicken" himself and yet he seems to have the 
stamina of a twenty-year-old. /

Doggett's opening had already been stretched and lubricated by 
their earlier encounter, so Mulder forwent any more preparations 
and thrust himself to the hilt inside Doggett's rectum. Doggett 
sighed and arched his back, wrapping his legs around Mulder's 
waist.

Mulder set up a rhythm of long, slow, deep thrusts, moving his 
hand in tandem on Doggett's now fully engorged penis. Doggett's 
head thrashed back and forth on the bed and he panted heavily. 
Then he went still, his eyes rolling back in his head and his 
mouth falling open in surprise as he came a second time.

Mulder increased his rhythm then, pushing incessantly against 
Doggett's prostate. He pinned Doggett's hands to the mattress on 
either side of his head, intertwining their fingers. Then he 
levered himself up onto his knees to gain leverage and slammed 
again and again into Doggett's weary body.

Doggett, impossibly, arched his body off the bed, threw his head 
back and *screamed* as his body was once more thrown into a raging 
inferno of pleasure. Male multiple orgasm. I had heard about it 
before, but I had never actually seen it.

This time, Mulder let Doggett's climax pull him over the edge as 
well. He collapsed, spent, on top of Doggett, who was too far gone 
to notice the weight of Mulder's body. I briefly feared that 
Mulder had killed him with his affections. But then Mulder rolled 
off him, sat up in the bed and gathered the agent in his arms.

Doggett's head lolled weakly and came to rest on Mulder's 
shoulder. The poor man was completely sapped of his strength, but 
he wasn't exactly complaining...

Mulder held him, rubbing his back and cooing to him. Doggett tried 
to tell him something, but he just couldn't get enough breath to 
speak.

"Shh..." Mulder whispered, placing two fingers against Doggett's 
lips to quiet him. "It's okay."

Then Mulder pressed a tender kiss to his lover's forehead and 
continued to hold him, rocking slightly back and forth, until he 
fell asleep.

I wished I could stay. I wanted to be able to get up, walk into 
that bedroom and join them in contented slumber, nestled safely 
between their bodies. But I knew my place suddenly and with 
painful clarity. And it wasn't with them.

After one last lingering look at my partners - present and former 
- I slipped out of Mulder's apartment, quietly shutting the door 
behind me.

THE END

MULDER'S STORY:

I have no idea how it happened. It took a threat of being mowed 
down by a bunch of government thugs for me to even *trust* John 
Doggett. If anyone had told me then that I would fall in love with 
Agent Doggett, I would have thought he was crazier than I was. But 
one day, one of our many pissy "head-butting territorial" 
arguments ended with the two of us playing tonsil hockey. 

I thought for sure that Spooky Mulder had gone off the deep end 
this time. And I figured that maybe the X-files were taking their 
toll on Doggett's sanity too. I was in love with Scully. Of course, 
chicken that I am, I had only gotten the nerve to tell her once. 
And since luck is not on my side, that one time was in the 
hospital, so Scully assumed I was too hopped up on painkillers to 
know what the hell I was saying.

How could I be in love with two people at the same time? I wasn't 
even sure if either one would ever love me back.

As it turned out, Doggett did. He was confused and cautious at 
first, but...oh, hell, we both were. We were both walking into 
unfamiliar territory and it scarred the shit out of us. But 
eventually, we grew comfortable with our relationship and stopped 
being embarrassed over our feelings for each other.

I'll never forget the first time we made love. It was a Saturday 
night. On the bed in the seldom-used bedroom in my apartment. I 
wanted to give him so much to remember the night by that I think 
he's likely to remember nearly having a stroke. 

As I held him in my arms afterwards, rubbing his back and 
muttering a string of soothing nonsense in his ear, he attempted 
to speak. He looked like he had barely enough strength to breathe, 
but that didn't seem to stop him. The thing is he didn't have to 
say anything; I could see it all in his eyes. I saw confusion, 
exhilaration, doped-up happiness...and love.

I placed two fingers over his lips and said "Shh...it's okay." /I 
know. / And when he saw the same emotions reflected in my eyes he 
relaxed and allowed me to rock him to sleep.

That's when I heard my front door shut.

At first, I thought it was just me being paranoid, but then I 
caught a scent in the air that I had been too preoccupied to 
notice before. Scully's perfume. How long had she been there? Had 
she watched me make love to her newly appointed partner? I didn't 
know what to make of it, so I decided I'd think about it in the 
morning.

I got a glass of water and a washcloth and sat on the edge of the 
bed beside Doggett. I set the glass aside and cleaned the evidence 
of our encounters off of his body as gently as I could. After 
making a trip to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth, I began 
to wash the sweat from his body reverently. 

His eyes opened and he smiled sleepily at me. 

"Hey," I whispered, pausing in my ministrations to run my hand 
through his hair. "Would you like some water?" I had figured he 
might be thirsty after his exertions. 

He nodded. I picked up the glass, slipped my hand underneath his 
neck and lifted his head. I held the glass to his lips and let him 
drink slowly so he wouldn't choke. When he finished I lowered his 
head carefully and resumed stroking his hair. 

"Go back to sleep, okay?" I said quietly.

"Mmm..." He struggled to open his eyes and finally managed to say 
one word. 

"Stay."

I put the washcloth and glass on the bedside table and turned off 
the lamp. Then I climbed into bed beside him, gathering him in my 
arms. 

"I will," I breathed in his ear. 

Then I kissed him on the top of his head as he drifted to sleep. 
I soon followed.

THE END



Title: Surrendering to Temptation (2/2)
Author: Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Website: www.geocities.com/diandrahollman/thex_filesoutlet.html
Spoilers: Yeah, right...
Rating: NC-17 (Buh, bye kids!)
Classification: SR, absolutely no plot whatsoever.
Keywords: Mulder/Scully/Doggett romance, SLASH
Archives: I don't care, as long as my name is on it. E-mail 
          me and tell me so I know where to look for it.
Disclaimer: Obviously, Chris Carter would never allow me to 
          provide episode ideas - he'd have to change the 
          name of the show to "The X-Rated Files" :)
Summary: "I keep telling you, Scully, you have to be more open 
          to extreme possibilities."
Author's notes: In this universe, Scully was never pregnant. I
          just didn't feel like trying to juggle that 
          particular story element.
          Thank you to the people who have sent me feedback on 
          part one of this story, I loved reading your e-mails!
          *If you would like to send me feedback on this story,
          please send it to the e-mail address listed above. 
          Flames will be read, but might result in vicious 
          essay-writing (see essay on my website). Flames from
          Doggett-haters will be returned to sender.*


Surrendering to Temptation (2/2)
By Diandra Hollman

All Sunday I thought about what had happened the night before.
I finally decided I would pay a visit to Doggett and Scully at 
the bureau on Monday morning. I figured I could confirm my 
suspicions then.

They were in the "X-Files office", otherwise known as the 
"basement", going over some paperwork. Scully seemed a bit 
surprised and, dare I presume, a bit uncomfortable by my
presence. Doggett just smiled at me and went back to work.

I started my plans of putting Scully to the test. I wanted to 
know how much she had seen, how much she knew.

I stood behind Doggett and leaned over his shoulder - well 
into his personal space, but of course, he didn't mind - and 
asked him how they were holding up, what files they were 
working on, blah, blah, blah. I watched Scully out of the 
corner of my eye to see if my close proximity to her partner 
was getting any response.

She pretended not to notice, but I could see she was flustered.
I figured I would have to be a little more obvious to be sure.
So I began an intense massage of Doggett's neck and shoulders.

Doggett groaned in approval and leaned into my hands. The 
noise caught Scully's attention and her head snapped up in our
direction suddenly, as I had hoped it would. When she saw what 
I was doing, she turned away sheepishly, her cheeks turning a 
bright shade of red. 

That was enough to convince me she knew about Doggett and me. 
If she hadn't, I'm sure she would have been staring at me with
that look she gets whenever I do something she thinks is a 
sign I am totally off my nut.

"How long were you there?" The words were out of my mouth 
before I even realized I had spoken them. 

Scully turned back to face me. "Excuse me?"

"How long were you in my apartment Saturday night?"

Now Doggett's eyes were open and he had a confused expression 
on his face.

"I..." If Scully's face wasn't red before, it sure was now.

Doggett turned to her. "Scully?"

Scully took a moment to gather her wits, and then looked me in 
the eye and said: "I went to your apartment to check up on 
you. I hadn't heard from you in a long time, I was a little 
worried. I knocked, but apparently you didn't hear me. Then I 
heard you yelling and I panicked. I let myself in with the 
spare key."

She dropped her eyes again, unable to meet my gaze. There was 
a moment of silence before I asked my next question.

"How much did you see?"

Now she was in an awkward position. "It's none of my 
business-"

I interrupted her, speaking slower this time. "How much did 
you see?"

Scully's mouth opened and shut several times, but she remained
silent, her eyes pleading with me to drop the subject.

"I'm going to go get something to drink," Doggett mumbled, 
leaving the office quickly so Scully and I could be alone.

Scully started to get up and walk out after him. I blocked her
path easily.

"Mulder, please," she begged, trying to brush past me. I 
grabbed her arms, planting myself directly in front of her.

"Look at me," I demanded.

Several heartbeats later, she did.

There were so many emotions in her eyes that it was difficult 
for me to separate them, let alone identify any of them.

I could see fear. Of what, I wasn't certain. I saw confusion. 
But I also saw the one emotion she had yet to reveal to me. 
Love. She loved me. Suddenly nothing else seemed important 
anymore.

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just kissed her. It 
wasn't the violently passionate kiss I had once imagined our 
first kiss would be - I didn't want to scare her off - it was 
gentle and loving.

I broke the kiss after a minute and our gazes locked.

"I love you." There. I'd said it. I only hoped I got a better 
response this time.

"Please don't do this..."

Well, it was better than 'oh brother'. 

"Do what," I asked innocently.

"You and Agent Doggett..."

Ah! So that was it. She thought she had lost me to Doggett. 
Here I had thought that my love for these two would never be 
returned and now it was being returned by *both* at the same 
time! Why can't anything be simple?

"How do you feel about Doggett," I asked cautiously.

She sighed. "He's a good man. Good partner. Good friend..."

"Do you think you could love him?"

Her mouth remained frozen in an open position for a long time.
Her eyes widened. "You don't mean..."

I laughed. I couldn't help it, she was just so adorable! "I 
keep telling you, Scully, you have to be more open to extreme 
possibilities."

A smile started to creep into her expression in spite of 
herself.

"Don't worry," I reassured her as I hugged her to my chest. 
"We'll find a way to make this work."

*****
DOGGETT'S STORY:

That Weekend (an unspecified time later)
Day 1

More than a few times that weekend I found myself wondering 
what my old drill sergeant would have had to say about my 
behavior. I'm sure it would not have been pleasant to hear.

I had thought my recruitment into the X-Files division had 
been the strangest thing that ever happened to me, but that 
was just the beginning.

I'll confess, I had a bit of a crush on Agent Scully from the 
start. I would bet that some unconscious, hormone-driven part 
of my brain labeled her throwing water in my face as "playing 
hard-to-get".

And then I met Agent Mulder. If I had thought it was difficult
to win Scully's trust, then winning Mulder's was damned near 
impossible! Had it not been for the Lone Gunmen, I'm sure we 
would've died in that computer databank.

We argued more often than not. It was during one of those 
arguments that he threw me for a loop. We had gotten 
particularly vocal, both of us swearing up a blue streak, and 
finally we stopped and just stared at each other, nostrils 
flared, each waiting for the other to stand down.

When his hand started to move towards me, I anticipated a 
punch to my jaw and started bringing my arm up to block him. 
Instead, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and 
kissed me brutally, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

I figured either he had completely fallen off his wagon or he 
was trying to shock me into silence.

Anyway, one thing led to another and we became lovers. It was 
so unbelievable it was insane; me with another man... I just 
knew my grandfather was rolling over in his grave.

The weirdest part was, I still had the hots for Scully. 

Eventually, Mulder, Scully and I figured out that we all 
shared similar feelings. We were all in love with each other, 
whether we had admitted it yet or not. We took the time to 
just talk about our feelings - all three of us - and the 
possible direction of our relationship.

That weekend, Mulder and Scully stayed at my place. I think we
chose my house because *my* neighbors were not within earshot.

I got the impression that I was the only one who felt nervous 
that first night. None of us had ever been in a three-person 
relationship before, but I had one more handicap: as well as I
knew Mulder and Scully, I didn't know them nearly as well as 
they knew each other. I think they sensed that - they were so 
gentle with me, they made sure I felt welcome and comfortable.

It started out with all three of us standing at the foot of 
the bed. Mulder behind me kissing my neck and Scully in front 
of me holding my hand and spreading kisses from wrist to palm 
- surreptitiously unbuttoning the cuffs on my shirt.

I grabbed her behind the neck and pulled away from Mulder to 
kiss her mouth hungrily. She pulled away after a while and 
smiled at me - one of her rare smiles - as she began to remove
my belt. I felt my shirt slipping from my shoulders. It took a 
while for my clouded brain to realize that Mulder had removed 
it.

Soon, I was completely naked and then I felt *really* nervous.

Mulder - still behind me - pressed my back against his chest. 
Then he entwined his fingers with mine and wrapped both of our
arms around my chest, holding me securely. I was reminded of 
our first night together. This time, however, I was being held
at Scully's mercy. My eyes begged her to be gentle with me.

She knelt in front of me and I felt my already painful 
erection harden even further. I groaned.

She stroked my abdomen lightly, making soothing noises, trying
to reassure me. Her mouth followed the path her hand paved.

When she reached my erection, she paused briefly, then moved 
her hand over it in a caress that had only slightly more 
pressure than a soft breeze.

Then, suddenly and without warning, she engulfed me in her 
mouth.

I cried out. My head fell back on Mulder's shoulder and I 
began chanting a lot of mindless babble. 

"Oh, God...please...don't stop...'s so good..."

Then I was coming. Hard. It vaguely occurred to me that I had 
not given her a warning first, but I was too far gone to care.

Mulder shifted me in his arms to better support my dead 
weight. He was the only thing keeping me on my feet.

Scully was stroking my spasmimg thighs, waiting for me to come
back down to Earth.

I vaguely heard Mulder ask, "How did you do that?" I figured 
he was talking to Scully, but I never heard her answer. 

I didn't know that he was referring to until I felt Scully's 
fingers brush my still-very-erect penis. Whatever she had 
done, she had allowed me a sort of partial release. Orgasm 
without ejaculation. As a result, my penis was more sensitive 
than I ever remember it being before. Every slight graze of 
her fingers was pure torture.

Scully got up off the floor suddenly and fell backward to lay 
sprawled across the bed. I noticed for the first time that she
was naked as well, but I had no idea when or how that had 
happened. I didn't care either.

She was beautiful. Her pale skin was turning a shade closer to 
the brilliant red of her hair as her arousal strengthened. Of 
course, since I am a red-blooded male, I was all but 
hypnotized by her breasts. Her nipples were already deep red 
and drawn up tight, pointing skyward.

She smiled at my expression and drew her knees up, resting her
feet on the edge of the bed and letting her knees fall open 
unashamedly.

/Jesus,/ I thought. /We've barely even started and already 
she's gonna kill me!/

I gawked at the flesh she had just bared to me. The thought 
ran through my mind that she really was a natural redhead, but
at the moment that really wasn't important to me. She was 
already wet in anticipation, her nether lips spreading to 
reveal her dark pink channel. God, she was perfect.

Mulder supported me as I approached the bed. I knelt over 
Scully and began kissing her, taking my time, wanting to make 
her as frantic with need as I was. Her response was to wrap 
her legs around my waist and, using one hand to guide me and 
one hand on my ass to prevent me from escaping, she thrust me 
into her in one movement.

I choked on my breath. She was so hot and tight...I tried to 
move, but she wouldn't let me. She held me firmly and drew 
patterns on my lower back with her fingers until I thought I 
might die of pleasure right there in her arms. 

The next thing I knew, she had flipped us over so that she was
straddling me and began rolling her hips at a leisurely speed. 
She pinned my hands to the mattress next to my head, entwining
our fingers. Again, I was reminded of my first night with 
Mulder. I guess she really *had* been watching us.

That thought brought me even closer to my second orgasm of the
night. I was afraid I would be alone, so I bucked my hips, 
trying hard to hit her pleasure spots, but it was difficult 
since I couldn't use my hands and I had little leverage from 
my position.

She shook her head at my efforts and murmured "It's okay...
just let go...I'm fine."

I grunted and continued my attempts to bring her with me.

"Doggett, listen to me," she demanded. "I want you to let go."

Never let it be said that I would refuse a lady's wishes. 

I arched my back from the bed and shouted as light exploded 
behind my eyelids and I came so hard I was sure I would pass 
out. Actually, maybe I did. At any rate, the next thing I was 
aware of were the wet sounds of sex.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to see Mulder making love 
to Scully on the other side of the bed. /God, they are so 
beautiful,/ I thought.

I could tell that this time it was all for Scully's pleasure. 
Mulder was taking his time, driving her totally insane; 
something I'm sure he's been doing for years, but this time 
she wasn't complaining. I couldn't take my eyes from her face;
she was looking at Mulder with such a loving expression... I 
wonder if Mulder had seen a similar expression on my face 
earlier.

Scully was panting, her chest and neck were flushed, turning 
deep red as she neared climax. Her eyes closed and her mouth 
fell open as she came to the very edge...when Mulder suddenly 
stopped and pulled away from her.

I watched her expression change from breathless anticipation 
to confusion to pleading desperation to homicidal intention.

"What the *hell* are you doing?" she demanded.

By way of answer, Mulder turned to me and asked "Doggett, how 
do you feel about cunnilingus?"
 
******************

Mulder shifted Scully so that she straddled my face, then 
knelt behind her, thrusting back in her gaping sex. She 
groaned at the sensations the new angle created.

Mulder cupped the back of my head and coaxed me forward, 
urging me without words to use my mouth on her tight little 
bundle of nerves.

I kissed her gently and she gasped. I ran my tongue up and 
down the sides of the small bud, flicking the tip teasingly. 
Her hips jerked towards my face and she moaned.

She gripped the spindles of the headboard tightly, her muscles
flexing in time with Mulder's steady thrusts. With every in-
stroke, Mulder's sac bumped into my chin. I reached behind 
Scully to cup him as I went from teasing to suckling on 
Scully's engorged clitoris.

I'm sure Mulder had been in an aroused state since we first 
started and the addition of my touch was bringing him steadily 
towards a finish. I felt him try to hold back. He buried his 
face in Scully's shoulder and I heard a muffled "Don't...wanna 
come...yet."

Scully reached for my hand and guided it to a spot just behind 
Mulder's penis. "Just before he starts to come, press here. 
Like this..." She pressed my fingers firmly into Mulder's flesh 
and his hips spasmed against her. She reached back to rub his 
hip soothingly and murmured "It's okay. You can let go."

As he resumed his thrusts, I redoubled my attentions, now 
trying to give them both release. I sucked harder on Scully's 
bud, flicking my tongue over it at steady intervals. I rolled 
Mulder's testicles in one hand with an equally firm pressure 
and used my other hand to press a finger to the skin between 
his sac and his anus.

They both cried out and I grinned at my success, inadvertently 
causing my teeth to clamp down on Scully. She screamed as she 
fell abruptly over the edge into mindless pleasure. I felt 
Mulder's testicles draw up into his body as I knew Scully's 
orgasmically clenching muscles were pulling him over as well. 
I pressed two fingers into the spot Scully had shown me just 
before he let out a non-sensical shout and followed Scully 
into oblivion.

I slid down on the bed to avoid being suffocated as Scully 
collapsed bonelessly to the matress. I was careful to keep 
pressure on Mulder until the last of his spasms died off and 
he, too, collapsed, draping himself over Scully's back.

I lay beside them and gazed into their flushed and sweaty 
faces. I held Scully's hand, lacing our fingers together, and 
rubbed my other hand in small circles on Mulder's back as I 
waited for them to come back down from their high.

Mulder was the first to return. I smiled as he tried to focus 
his bleary eyes on me. He returned my smile with the lazy smirk
of a sated man. 

He pulled out of Scully, drawing a groan from both of them. I 
was happy to note that I had successfully followed Scully's 
directions. Mulder was still very much erect - painfully so 
from the look of it.

He leaned down to kiss me languidly. 

"Top or bottom?" he murmured against my lips.

I groaned. "Top..."

Mulder pulled away. When he returned, a condom had somehow 
appeared in his hand. He slipped it over me gently. "You're 
gonna have to take the back, I don't think I can handle that 
right now."

I had no idea what he meant until he handed me the tube of 
lubrication he had left on the bedside table earlier and sat 
back against the headboard, pulling Scully astride him. He 
thrust into her again, drawing another groan from both. Then 
he locked his eyes with mine as he cupped the perfect little 
globes of her ass and massaged suggestively.

/Oh God.../ My hand was shaking as I opened the tube; the 
thought of what was happening making me feel both incredibly 
aroused and incredibly nervous. I applied the cream liberally 
to my renewed erection and Scully's tiny, puckered hole. I 
stretched her carefully with my fingers before I knelt behind 
her, straddling Mulder's outstretched legs, and began pushing 
into her gently.

She gasped and clutched at Mulder desperately, digging her 
fingernails into his skin. I could tell she was a virgin to 
this particular kind of sex. I could see why Mulder didn't 
think he could handle it - she was so tight, I wasn't sure how 
long *I* could last and I wasn't as sensitized as he was.

Scully had gone perfectly still and was making whimpering 
noises against Mulder's shoulder.

"Shit...I'm hurting you," I managed to gasp. I began to back 
out, apologizing, when she reached back and grabbed my hip 
forcefully.

"Don't you dare," she growled.

Well, it's the thought that counts, right?

When I was finally completely enveloped inside her I paused. I 
was once again struck by how tiny she was. I was sure both me 
and Mulder inside her was too much for her to take; we had to 
be rearranging organs. But Scully is a tough lady and she can 
sometimes be determined to the point of bull-headed 
stubbornness. 

I could feel Mulder pressing against me through the thin wall 
of flesh separating us. I knew any movement on my part would 
force me to brush against the sensitive underside of his penis.
That would have been difficult enough for him under normal 
circumstances; in his ultra-sensitive state I was sure it 
would be damn near impossible for him to last very long. 

I pulled back slowly, drawing a gasp from Scully and a long, 
tortured groan from Mulder. I pushed back in just as slowly 
and felt Mulder begin to squirm. He gripped the headboard 
spindles and gasped for control.

Scully was no longer content to remain motionless while I 
pumped into her. She planted her hands firmly beside Mulder's 
and began to rock back and forth between us. Every forward 
motion brought Mulder as deep inside her vagina as possible 
and pulled away from me until I almost slipped out of her. 
Every backward motion did exactly the opposite. Her breathing 
turned ragged very quickly from the constant stimulation on 
both sides.

I reached my hand between her and Mulder and massaged the spot 
that would bring her to orgasm even faster. She shrieked and 
reached one hand back to grab me behind the neck as she arched 
and ground herself into my hand. Even in her awkward position, 
she kept on rocking back and forth, barely breaking rhythm. 

Mulder was the first to go. He arched his back  and cried out 
to a God he claims he doesn't even believe in as he exploded. 
His release triggered Scully's. She stilled for a moment before
the pleasure washed over her. Then she bucked uncontrollably 
and wailed an inarticulate sound and I knew she was gone. I 
held still inside her as she spasmed. Her muscles squeezed me 
mercilessly and before I even knew what was happening, I too 
had gone over the edge.

The next thing I was aware of was Scully's small hand gently 
removing the condom from my spent penis. Mulder had already 
fallen asleep. Scully retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom 
and used it to clean the sticky fluids from Mulder's groin and 
thighs. He groaned in his sleep, but otherwise didn't 
acknowledge her efforts.

She moved to sit by me on the bed and repeated the same 
process. I groaned as well. We made eye contact as she washed 
me, and I tried to convey everything I wanted to tell her but 
just couldn't say. I loved her. I would do anything for her. I 
would die for her. I felt my heart swell as I saw all of my 
feelings for her reciprocated one hundred percent.

When she had finished with me, she cleaned herself off. Then 
she threw the cloth over her shoulder carelessly. I would have 
laughed at her flippancy if I'd had the energy, but I was so 
drained I knew it wouldn't be long before I lost consciousness. 

Scully curled up next to me on the bed, reaching over to clasp 
Mulder's hand in hers. She pressed a kiss to my chest and told 
me to go to sleep.

As I said, I'd never refuse a lady, especially not Scully.

*****
That weekend
Day 2

I awoke to Scully's hot little tongue teasing my ear. I groaned
and reached to wrap my arms around her to encourage her 
attentions. I didn't get far before something pulled me back. 
I felt a pressure around my wrists anchoring me to the 
headboard. I thought it might be handcuffs, but they didn't 
feel like metal. I opened my eyes to complete darkness.

"What the hell is goin' on?" My voice sounded sleepy and 
confused even to my own ears.

"Trust me Agent Doggett," she purred. "You're gonna love it."

Her hand brushed over my stomach and she scratched her nails 
maddeningly through my pubic hair.

"I found it!"

Mulder's voice made me jump. I heard him enter the room as 
Scully abandoned her play and sat up on the bed. No matter how 
I feel about Mulder, at that moment I wanted to kill him for 
his interruption. 

I felt the bed give as Mulder lay down next to me. 

"You're awake," he said for no particular reason. Then he began 
nibbling on my neck and brushing his fingers along my ribs.

When Scully was ready with whatever it was she had sent Mulder 
to find she lifted my knees so my feet were flat on the bed and
spread my legs wide. I was completely exposed and vulnerable. 
I was also incredibly aroused. I trusted these two with my 
life, they could do whatever they wanted with my body - as long
as it led to a release of the aching pressure I was feeling.

I felt Scully place tiny kisses on the insides of my knees and 
thighs. Her hands slid under me and tilted my hips to better 
expose my ass. Then she spread my cheeks and I felt her rub 
KY-slickened fingers against my anus. I could feel Mulder's 
eyes on me as his hand drew circles on my clenching abdomen.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you," Scully murmured as she started to
push a blunt object inside me. Mulder's hand moved to my chest,
playing with my nipples. 

The thing was long, almost as long as Mulder, but not nearly as
thick. Scully was gentle as she guided it past the tight ring 
of muscles, pulled it almost all the way out and then pushed it
back in even deeper than before. As she did this, I felt the 
tapered end of it and realized that it must be a plastic dick. 
A dildo.  

I groaned. Then I felt Mulder's mouth close over one of my 
nipples and choked back a whimper. Scully finally got the 
entire thing pushed inside me. She paused as I gasped for 
breath - my uncertainty in the situation, the fact that I could
not tell what either of them were doing to me, making me spin 
out of control at a dizzying rate.

"Do you want me to stop," Scully asked softly as she brushed 
the hand not holding the dildo in place along my thigh. 

I wanted to say "Are you crazy?!" but all I could manage was a 
violent shake of my head and a breathless "Nuh..." I just knew,
even without the benefit of sight, that she was smiling at that 
moment.

I felt something wet slide across my abdomen. It trailed lower 
towards my penis and I realized that it was a tongue, although 
I wasn't sure whose tongue it was. Then a mouth surrounded my 
aching erection and I no longer cared who it was, just as long
as they didn't stop.

Scully had started a steady rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing
the dildo. I desperately wanted her to speed up, but I knew she
was afraid she would hurt me. I had long lost the ability to 
speak coherently anyway. I focused on the mouth that moved over
me in a similar rhythm. It had to be Mulder's. Surely I had 
learned the feel of his mouth by that point...and I was pretty 
sure Scully's tongue was not quite so limber. 

I gripped the chains holding me to the bed firmly. They were, 
in fact, handcuffs. I wondered vaguely why they were not 
scraping my wrists raw. 

I bucked into Mulder's mouth, inadvertently forcing the dildo 
deeper. I froze, feeling the oncoming of orgasm building up 
inside me. It took a while for my pleasure-addled brain to 
register the sudden loss of sensation as Mulder pulled away 
from me abruptly. I bucked my hips again, confused, and 
realized that Scully's hands had also abandoned me, although 
the dildo was still firmly planted inside me. 

I whimpered, knowing I sounded pathetic, but not caring. I felt
betrayed and I was frustrated as hell.

I felt Scully's naked form press up against my side. She placed
her warm little hand on the center of my heaving chest and 
positioned her lips so close to my ear that I could feel her 
breath. That alone was almost enough to drive me mad. 

"Tell us what you want, Agent Doggett," she whispered, making 
my whole body shiver.

"I..." Obviously, my brain was not quite up to intelligible 
conversation yet.

She shifted until she was leaning over me. The hand that had 
been on my chest began stroking my face soothingly. "Tell us,"
she cooed gently. 

I wanted to cry in frustration. I whimpered again, hoping they
would take pity on me and either finish me off or shoot me. 

"Shh...it's all right," she murmured. Easy for her to say.

I focused all my energy on speech, managing only one word. 
"Please."

"Please what?" she coaxed, and I wanted to scream. I started 
thrashing desperately. Scully pulled away from me as I went 
into what I can only describe as a tantrum. 

When I had calmed down, I felt Scully's fingers brushing my 
damp forehead. "Just tell us what you want, John," she said 
softly, sounding very much like a mother attempting to reason 
with her temperamental child.

"Co..." I swallowed, trying to catch my breath. "Come...I wa...
want to come." I felt completely drained of energy and hoped 
she wouldn't demand any more from me for the time being. 

She kissed me sweetly on the lips and breathed one word into 
me. 

"Yes."

Then her hand moved to the false dick still inside me. I heard 
a click and the dildo began to vibrate violently.

Scully's mouth covered mine roughly, swallowing my scream as I 
was thrown abruptly into what I firmly believed to be the most 
intense orgasm I had ever had in my life.

*****
SCULLY:

I gently removed the vibrator from inside Doggett as I covered 
his face with soothing kisses. Mulder busied himself with 
removing the fur-lined cuffs from Doggett's wrists and bringing
his arms back down to his sides. Then Mulder carefully massaged 
his arms to restore circulation, drawing a groan from him.

I untied the blindfold I had wrapped around his head earlier, 
while he was still sleeping. His eyes opened. They were still 
glassy and unfocused. I placed my hand on his cheek and turned 
his head towards me. He blinked several times before his eyes 
finally locked with mine. I smiled. 

"Are you okay," I asked, hoping I hadn't gone to far this time. 

He emitted something that sounded like both a sigh and a growl, 
closed his eyes and nodded, smiling the lazy smile of a man 
utterly contented.

I looked over at Mulder for the first time since he had brought 
me the vibrator. I had known what we were doing would arouse 
him, but I had not known to what extent. His breathing had 
deepened and his eyes had turned almost black with lust. His 
erection was nearly purple. I never knew this little amount of
bondage and domination would excite him so much.

He bent over Doggett and - with as much self control as he 
could muster - kissed, nibbled, and licked Doggett's neck 
gently. Doggett groaned and wrapped a hand around the back of 
Mulder's neck. But Mulder had apparently lost all interest in 
foreplay, and within seconds he had flipped Doggett over onto 
his hands and knees and buried himself in Doggett's spent body.
Doggett's breath hissed through his teeth as his back arched 
reflexively. I was getting ready to tell Mulder it was too soon
for this - that Doggett was probably not ready yet - until I 
saw the look on Doggett's face. He was completely lost in a 
haze of pleasure that seemed to have only been intensified by 
his recent climax.

Mulder growled appreciatively and latched his mouth on the back 
of Doggett's neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. 
Doggett responded by bucking his hips, thrusting wantonly into
Mulder. They looked, for all intents and purposes like rutting
animals. And the sight was arousing as hell.

I heard a loud, lustful groan and was startled to discover it 
had come from me. The sound seemed to get through to Mulder, 
breaking his trance. He looked at me with a knowing smirk as he 
reached down to stroke Doggett's newly revived erection. 
Doggett grunted and sped up his thrusts.

There was a challenge in Mulder's eyes. He knew I was 
responding to the sight of him fucking Doggett so 
enthusiastically, with so little abandon. He was daring me to 
do something about it - and I'm not usually one to pass up on 
a dare.

I ducked my head underneath Doggett's body and flicked my 
tongue over the tip of his penis, catching the drop of fluid 
that had collected there. He gasped and went utterly still. I 
licked him from base to tip several times until I could 
distinctly hear him panting. Mulder pushed at my shoulders 
until I let go of Doggett and sat up. Mulder held Doggett's 
hips firmly as he stilled his own, denying them both release. 
Doggett struggled for a few seconds and then moaned in 
exasperation. 

"C'mon, Mulder, you're killin' me here," he pleaded. 

Mulder laughed and then whispered something in Doggett's ear. 
Doggett got the same wild look in his eyes that I had seen in 
Mulder's earlier. He began squirming impatiently.

"Come over here, Scully..."

THE END
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