TITLE: ISLAND MENAGE AUTHOR: DONNILEE E-MAIL: Donnilee@snet.net WEBSITE: http://donnilee.tripod.com RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: M/S/SK - M/SK - SC/SK - MSR KEYWORDS: Hetero, slash, anal, threesomes. WARNING: This fic contains threesome sex between Mulder, Scully, and Skinner. It contains one scene with anal sex and one scene with M/Sk slash. If this is not your cup of tea, go elsewhere. You've been warned. SPOILERS: NOT A ONE. SUMMARY: Mulder, Scully, and Walter find themselves on an island after a nasty plane crash. Hidden passions flare up under the stress. DISCLAIMER: All characters used from the show, The X-Files are the property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox Broadcasting. No copyright infringement intended. No money made here. THANKS: To my beta reader, Cratkinson, for whipping out her fine-tooth comb. I appreciate it! XXXXXXXXXX PART 1 (PG-13) SOUTH SHORE ISLAND IN THE ATLANTIC DAY ONE I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. My mouth was dry and my eyes felt crusty. I could tell I was lying in sand by the feel of things. I experimented with trying to open my eyes and groaned loudly as the sun hit me full force. I closed my eyes and rolled onto my side. It was then I realized I was horribly sunburned, lobster sunburned. I had to get out of the sun. My red hair was hanging in clumps but I wasn't going to worry about that right now. I sat up and nearly fell over again with a wave of dizziness. A cursory check of my body didn't reveal any broken bones or big lacerations. I had a few scrapes and bruises, even a cut here and there, but nothing serious. I looked up and down the beach. There was debris everywhere. I saw Walter first and my heart raced. I forced myself to my feet and staggered down the beach, the sand hampering my progress. My legs felt like jelly and as though they would collapse any minute. "Please let him be alive, please let him be alive," I chanted softly as I made my way toward him. He was alive but unconscious. I rolled him onto his side after a quick external exam. He choked and spewed some seawater from his mouth and then gagged. "Walter, can you hear me?" "Scully?" he croaked. "Yeah, it's me," I said, feeling a wave of relief shoot through me. I wasn't alone. I helped him lever up into a sitting position. His feet were still in the water and the tiny waves were lapping at them. He scooted back in the sand. He looked at me and said, "Anyone else?" "I don't know. I just woke up and found you." He nodded. I helped him stand and we looked up and down the beach. He shaded his eyes and looked out over the water. "What's that?" He pointed to a lump about thirty yards out. "Oh my God!" I shrieked. We both grabbed pieces of wood about three feet long that were still floating and began making our way into the surf. Fortunately, it was pretty calm now, unlike the last time we'd been in the water. Adrenaline served me as I paddled as hard as I could. Walter swam up behind me and rolled the body over. "Mulder!" I gasped. I began to fumble, feeling panic rip through me. "Help me!" Walter's voice cut through my panic. "I've got him. You make sure his head's out of the water." We clumsily swam back to shore, me holding Mulder's head up and having abandoned my makeshift surfboard. Walter was weak too, I could tell, but he only grunted once as we hauled Mulder onto the beach. He never was one to complain. I canted Mulder's head back and blew into his mouth. Nothing. I straddled his hips and braced my hands under his breastbone and pushed up hard. His body heaved and water spewed out of his mouth. I leaped off him, shouting, "Roll him, roll him!" We did and he puked what looked like a gallon of water but was probably much less. He gagged but then didn't appear to be breathing. I lay him on his back again and said, "Don't you leave me now, you bastard." I sealed my mouth over his, pinching his nose and breathed forcefully into his mouth. This time his chest rose and fell. I felt for a pulse and he still had one. Thank God. Three more breaths and he wheezed and began breathing on his own. I leaned back and didn't even realize I was crying until Walter reached across Mulder's body and wiped a tear from my cheek. "He'll make it. Takes more than a hurricane to kill him." I felt a sad smile grace my face. "We have to get out of the sun," I croaked. God my throat was parched. "We need water." "First things first," he replied. He got to his feet and helped me drag Mulder up the beach to a stand of palm trees with shade. We laid him down and he said, "You stay here, I'm gonna scout around." I nodded, not knowing what else to do. We had been on a small eight-seat plane with three other agents and a pilot. The storm, a hurricane following the Gulf Stream, was supposed to stall and go aground, so it had been determined it was safe for us to fly. We'd been headed to Miami, flying over the Atlantic, when the storm turned into shore. We were ahead of it and had no problems, until it decided it didn't like the shores of South Carolina and reversed its course, heading back out to sea, picking up speed and wrath as it headed due south. I'd been in turbulence before, but this was like being tossed around in a tuna can when that storm hit us. The pilot tried to fly above it, and then tried to fly below it and then just plain tried to outrun it. We had crash-landed on the water and a life raft had blown up. We'd gotten everyone inside it using our seats as floating cushions. Unfortunately, there was no way to tell which way was up, let alone north, south, east and west. It was so dark I didn't even know if it was night or day. Then the storm caught our little life raft and tossed us like chicklets around in the waves. The last thing I remember was freezing cold water embracing my body and somehow getting a hold of a seat cushion A half-hour later, Walter returned. "I found the other three agents farther up the beach. They're all dead. I haven't found the pilot." I nodded, feeling tears threaten again. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "We need some shelter and I have good news on that front." "Oh?" "On my way up the beach, I found a sign that says 'The Sands'. I think this is one of the Bermuda islands. Most of the building is intact, so I'm hoping we'll find food and some beds in there." "That is good news. Let's go. We'll need to make a stretcher for Mulder." Just then Mulder moaned and opened his eyes. He immediately closed them again. "Hell, I'm in hell, right?" he croaked. I felt relief fly through me again, not realizing how tense I'd been. I leaned over him. "You gave us a scare." "Mmm, I'm good at that. Where are we?" "Walter thinks we're on one of the Bermuda islands." "I always wanted to vacation here." We all chuckled and then Walter helped me get him on his feet. He was weak but there didn't seem to be any major injuries. He kept coughing, and I suspected there was still some water in his lungs. We were all soggy and in torn clothes, having been wearing dress clothes when we took the flight. A convention on law enforcement techniques in Miami. We'd been invited and Skinner had said we'd better go to appease the brass. We hadn't been to any continuing education events in years and the Bureau frowned on that. We finally agreed it was better than team-building seminars and agreed to go. We were surprised to find out he was going too. One of the other agents, Patrick Riley, said his brother- in-law owned a small plane and would be happy to fly us down. I wondered if we'd taken a commercial flight if we would be here now. Well, we were alive and that was what was important, I reminded myself. We trudged up the beach at Walter's direction and finally came upon the building. It looked more like a mansion but I imagined that they rented out cottages and bungalows. It had been built to withstand hurricane winds but the cottages surrounding it apparently hadn't. Closer examination revealed the house was brick, painted white. It was February, not a big tourist month. It was warm, nonetheless, I guessed about 65 degrees and hotter in the sun. We trudged up the steps, dodging planks, wood bark, coconuts and various foliage that was scattered everywhere. Mulder asked when we got inside, "Where are all the people?" Neither of us had an answer for him. I was getting a really bad feeling. The hotel turned out to be a treasure trove. We found freezers full of food. The freezers were no longer working as there was no electricity, but most of the food was still good. We cleared out an area in the lobby using brooms and tools we'd found around. We proceeded to set up a table and drag out some coolers we found. We scavenged all the ice that was left and dumped it in the coolers and loaded them with as much meat as we could, mostly lunch meats that would keep longer. We found bowls and filled them with whatever fruits and vegetables we could find. We could survive here for a while. Walter came downstairs after checking things out above and said, "Many of the rooms are a mess. Windows blown out and such. But there are two rooms that could be cleaned up without much trouble." Two rooms. That meant … I didn't want to worry about that right now. "I need a bath," I said. Mulder smiled. "I think that's out, but there is still water in the kitchen. So they must have electricity somewhere to run the pump. We could probably wash up and rinse off in those big stainless steel sinks." "Sounds good," Walter replied. Mulder nodded toward the kitchen door. "You go first." Walter had reached the bottom of the stairs and stood next to Mulder. I approached them and took Mulder's hand in my left, and Walter's hand in my right. "I'm glad you guys are with me," I said softly. They both smiled. "We'll be all right," Walter said. Mulder nodded. "I can't even tell you how happy I was it was your face I saw when I opened my eyes." I smiled and felt tears threaten again. He leaned over and kissed my forehead gently. "Go get cleaned up. You'll feel better. Hey, those sinks are big enough to be a tub for you." I chucked him on the shoulder and he cringed in mock pain. "Ow, geez." "You deserved that," Walter said blandly but I could see the corners of his mouth turning up. "What next?" I heard Mulder ask as I disappeared through the swinging doors into the enormous industrial sized kitchen. Walter answered. "Let's find some towels and clothes." I was hanging my head over the sink and water was pouring over my hair when I heard the doors open. Mulder said, "Hey Scully. We found some clothes and towels. I don't know if they'll fit, but I'll leave them here." "Oh good. Where are all the people? I mean, I know the resort isn't open this time of year, but there would still be staff, wouldn't there?" He cleared his throat. "Mulder?" "Walter and I are finding them everywhere. We're taking them outside and away from the building. When we find some tools, we'll have to bury them. We figured we'd see if there are any kind of funeral services on the island." I shut off the faucet and wrapped my hair in a towel. "How many are we talking about, Mulder?" He swallowed and I watched his Adam's apple bob. "We've found eight so far, and we figure there are quiet a few more." "Oh shit. How come they weren't protected in here?" "They weren't in here. Just one was. When we took him out back, we saw others and started looking. There was a skeleton crew here, apparently doing renovations. I have a feeling the place was closed. Looks like they ran out into the storm, trying to salvage stuff and got caught out there and couldn't make it back. Most of the cottages are destroyed, just foundations and piles of wood now." "Shit." "Yeah, not pleasant." "If we find a funeral home or something like it, they might have embalming fluid and caskets." "That's what we were thinking. Then we wouldn't have to bury them until we figure out who they all are. But we can't wait too long. They need to be kept cool." Scully suggested, "There's a walk-in freezer in the kitchen. Why don't we see if we can put them in there. It's not a long-term solution but it will stop decomposition for a while." "Good idea, yeah. Well, let me finish in here so I can help you." "Take your time." He exited, his feet shuffling. I could tell he was dead tired and his body hurt. Mine ached in places I'd forgotten I owned, so I supposed his must as well. I used one of the washcloths he'd found to wipe all the salt and grit off my body. Then I saw he'd found some linen pants with an elastic waist in a light yellow color and a gauzy blouse. Cool and practical for this place in the summer, but a bit less than needed if you weren't moving around and heating up. Then I saw there was a cardigan sweater there too. Bless his little heart. I scrambled into the clothes, leaving my wet underwear and bra with the rest of the heap. The pile included my dress slacks, which were torn to shreds and my white blouse, which was now brown and had only two of the six buttons it started out with. I threw them in the garbage can and figured I was gonna be commando and free and easy for the rest of this trip. The boys would just have to deal with it. Fortunately, the sweater covered the obvious fact that I had no bra on. I went outside the front door and saw the guys coming back up the front steps. "My turn?" Mulder asked. I nodded. His eyes raked over my body. "Not a bad fit," he commented. I smiled. "Nope, just had to roll the cuffs on the pants a bit. Otherwise they're perfect." "Good, I'll be back." He went over to a chair in the corner and picked up a pile of clothes he had evidently found for himself. I saw there was still more there. Must be for Walter, no doubt. "Want to go scouting for other facilities?" He shook his head. "Not until we can all go together. We don't really know for sure where we are. I'm not comfortable splitting up yet. None of us is at top speed." "No, I'm feeling pretty beat up myself." "Exactly. I think for now, we need to stick together. Also, I don't want to take any chances. You never know when some hidden injury will flare up. We all took quite a beating. It's amazing we are all alive." "Yes it is. Why us, do you think?" "As opposed to the others, you mean?" I nodded sadly. He shrugged. "We never can answer that question. My personal belief is that when it's your time to go, it's your time to go. If it's not, God finds a way to save you." "You believe in God, sir?" He smiled. "Does that surprise you?" "A bit, I guess. I never really thought about your religious affiliation." "I don't have one really. My parents were Protestants. They made me go to church until I was about sixteen, and then let me go my own way. I've never been a regular church-goer. I attend weddings, funerals, baptisms and the like. Once in a while, I'll go if I'm feeling particularly lost, but I don't make a habit of it." "Maybe you should." "After this, maybe I will," he joked. "Somebody was looking out for us. Not only are we three alive, none of us is seriously hurt, which is a miracle." I nodded. "I think it's pretty amazing, too." We spent a few minutes eating apples, which took away the pain in my stomach. A little while later Mulder emerged with wet hair that he was still stroking into a nest with a towel. He had donned a cotton tee shirt and some chinos that were a bit too short for him and rode above his ankles. I grinned at him and he shrugged sheepishly. "What can I say? It was all I could find. Maybe I'll find something better later. That's our next project. Those bedrooms are destroyed, but I bet we can dig out to the point where there are some bureaus or closets with more clothes." "Hope so. I hope we won't be here very long." We watched Walter disappear into the kitchen with his pile of clothes. I followed Mulder to the table we'd dragged into foyer and he poured us a couple glasses of water from the water jug he'd found in the refrigerator. It wasn't cold but it tasted like ambrosia. "Have we tried the phones?" He raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, I picked up an extension. Nothing. I didn't really expect them to be working. As we went a bit north, we saw the lines are down. Probably good there is no electricity or those lines could start fires with all this foliage." "Yeah," I sighed. He moved into me and embraced me suddenly. I was surprised but melted into the heat of his body. "God, Scully, I was so scared." "Me too. I woke up and saw Walter, but you were nowhere to be seen." "How did you find me?" "Walter saw you floating in the water. We swam out and towed you in." He backed up enough to see my face. "You did? Why didn't you tell me?" I shrugged. "A few other things on my mind. I was just so relieved you were alive. Barely, but you were alive. You would have drowned if he hadn't spotted you. We had to pump water out of your lungs and get you breathing again." "We?" "Well, I did, but Walter helped." He cupped my face in his hands. "You saved me again, did you?" he said with such affection that I felt a little pull in the middle of my chest. "You'd have done the same for me," I muttered, trying to lighten the situation. "God, Scully, life is so fragile," he said. I nodded, not sure where he was going. "I know." "We could be gone tomorrow." "I hope not," I said forcefully. He smiled gently again. "But we could. And you know what, I don't want that to happen and have all these regrets." "What kind of regrets?" "These kinds of regrets," he whispered as he lowered his mouth and covered mine. The kiss was gentle but electric. His touch spurred a delicious throb of sensation throughout my body and I had to swallow a moan. Even as my head screamed to stop this, my traitorous body melted up against his. My fingers fisted in the material of his shirt and he deepened the kiss, his tongue dueling with mine. All my nerves were jangling and sounds began to emerge from my throat. I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so aroused. He broke the kiss briefly and trailed his lips down my jaw line and onto my neck, nipping softly and then licking to soothe the ping of sensation that had gone straight to my crotch. My sex had melted like butter and I felt the evidence between my thighs. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing any underwear as I felt a drop of my own fluid let loose and trickle down the inside of my thigh. "Oh geez," I mumbled, trying to back away. "Scully, don't pull away." "This isn't the time," I said, sounding frantic to my own ears. He eased himself against me again and kissed my forehead. "Easy. I'm not going to attack." I squeezed my legs together and only succeeded in releasing more fluid. Jesus Christ, I was like a faucet down there. He inhaled deeply and said, "I won't hurt you, Scully. I just needed to do that." "Near death experiences and all that," I said, my voice higher than usual. I cursed under my breath and felt his chest rumble with amusement. "Well, yes, but it's more than that." "What do you mean?" I asked, wondering why I didn't just shut up. He tipped my face up to his again with two fingers under my chin. "You know what I mean." I didn't really, but I just stared at him. He smiled and brushed his lips against mine again. "No," I squeaked. He pulled back. "Later, then," and loosened his grip. I backed away and he inhaled deeply as if trying to gain his own composure. Then his eyes widened and his hands came down on my shoulders. "What?" He leaned down and whispered into my ear. "I can smell you." I gasped and he pulled back to look at my face. "God, that makes me insane," he whispered and kissed me again. I was gone. What the hell? Why couldn't I say 'no' to this man? Just then Walter cleared his throat loudly and we broke apart like we'd been burned. I blushed to the roots of my hair and looked at the ground. "Sorry, sir," Mulder muttered. "Save it for later, huh?" he muttered and turned toward the front door. I glanced at him and didn't miss the impressive bulge in the front of his khakis. Oh lord, had we turned him on, just from kissing? That was an intriguing thought. Skinner was an attractive man. I didn't love him the way I loved Mulder … wait! My own thoughts came to a screeching halt. I loved Mulder? I looked up at him to find him grinning like a Cheshire cat. It hadn't bothered him at all that we'd been caught. "We have to be careful!" I scolded. That only made him smile wider. "Screw careful," he said and turned to follow Walter out the door. I sighed and trudged out behind them. XXXXXXXXXX PART 2 (R) WESTERN SHORE ISLAND IN THE ATLANTIC AFTERNOON - DAY ONE "We've found nothing. Let's go back. It's going to be dark soon," Walter pronounced. We'd spent the rest of the day, which consisted of about three hours, exploring the shores of the island. A few suitcases had washed up on the shore, and we hauled them back to the hotel. We had swept out two bedrooms and found linens in a hall closet make them up. Now as we headed back to the our sanctuary, Mulder said, "Is it me or is this place spooky?" We all chuckled but the tone of nervousness could be heard. "Well, there aren't a lot of sounds other than the waves," I commented. Walter listened for a few moments and then said, "You're right. That is strange. Despite the fact that we just went through a horrible storm, I would have expected to see some wildlife and I haven't seen any." "That's not good news if we end up going through our store of food," I said. Walter nodded. "Another thing. I don't know which island this is." "You said Bermuda." "I said that I think its one of the Bermuda islands. I don't know which one, and not the main one." "Doesn't the main one have a hotel called the Sands?" "No, it's called the Ariel Sands. Subtle distinction but different nonetheless." "Hmmm, well, I guess we're on one of the others then," I said, just to say something. Walter looked contemplative. "The thing is that despite the fact that there is a big place here and ruined cottages, I don't get the idea that this was a tourist trap." We were all silent for a while as we walked back toward the Sands. Mulder said, "What if it wasn't? I mean, isn't? What if it's a private island and that isn't a hotel, it's a house." "Pretty big house, Mulder." "Not huge by millionaire standards. Many of these posh houses have multiple bedrooms to accommodate guests, not just the live-ins. Or some are for the live-in help." Walter was nodding. "I was thinking the same thing. Although it could have been a central place to book cottages, I don't get that. I was jumping to conclusions, but now that we've looked around a bit, although there's a lot more to explore, I don't see it. There's a swimming pool, but there are no golf courses, or tennis courts, or stuff you would expect to see at a resort." "I hadn't thought of that," Mulder said. "You're right though. Then again, we have lots more island to explore." "We'll wander again tomorrow. Again, I'd like to stick together," Walter repeated. We'd reached the 'house' and trudged inside, weary to the bone. "I'm ready for sleep," I said to no one in particular. Mulder cleared his throat as we entered the lobby. "And it's decision time." "What do you mean?" "There are three of us, two beds." Walter smirked. "I won't hold it against you two. We're not working. What you two do on your own time is your own business." "Uh, sir, just because you saw us kissing, doesn't mean that we're a couple," I blurted. He raised an eyebrow. "No? It's all right, Scully. I've known for a long time." "Known what, sir?" I asked. He smiled, but then it faded. "Wait a minute. Are you telling me you two aren't a couple?" Mulder shook his head and muttered, "I wish." A look of pure astonishment came over Walter's features, and then he threw back his head and laughed. "Well, I'll be damned." "I don't think this if funny, sir! I was embarrassed that you saw us … saw that we … oh, Christ!" He swallowed his mirth and I glanced at Mulder to find him amused by Walter's amusement. "So you're just in the beginning stage?" he asked. "No stage, sir. That was our first real kiss … that kind of kiss, anyway." "You're kidding? Not to embarrass you further, but it looked like you were old pros," he teased. I blushed again and turned away. Mulder's hands landed on my shoulders and I yanked myself away. "Hey, hey, Scully. It's all right. We're all adults here." "Yes, we are," Skinner agreed. "Mulder, you and I share the king size bed, and Scully can have the full bed in the other room." "Sounds good," Mulder answered, but he didn't really sound happy about it. They turned and went upstairs. At the top of the staircase, Mulder turned. "You coming?" "Yeah, I'm just gonna get an apple and some water here, first. I'll be right up." "Okay. I'm sorry, Scully. I didn't mean to embarrass you." "Not your fault. I wasn't exactly pushing you away," I said softly. He smiled. "No, you weren't. Gives me hope for the future." XXXXXXXXXX ISLAND HOME EVENING - DAY ONE I lay awake in bed for hours thinking about the few brief exchanges that had occurred. It was obvious that Mulder would jump into my bed at the drop of a hat. All I would have to do was wiggle my finger. I knew he loved me but I wasn't sure if his was the kind of love that was made for commitment. I snorted to myself, wondering why I had to analyze everything to the nth degree. What kind of love was it that was made for commitment? Mine? That was pretty arrogant, now that I thought about it. Walter had been married for seventeen years, which would indicate commitment and monogamy. Then again, we'd found him with a hooker, so who knew? Maybe he'd cheated on Sharon for seventeen years too. I didn't think so, but it was none of my business anyway. Just because Mulder had lousy relationships in the past and had never been married, did not mean he was incapable of having a good, healthy relationship. I guess in the back of my mind, I'd always wondered what he saw in me. I'd wondered if it was familiarity breeding attraction and not the real thing. We lived lives that were highly charged and emotions could run off the scale and cloud our judgment. If I was honest, I knew that wasn't the case here. Then again, we always seemed to touch, reveal feelings, or occasionally kiss immediately following a tragedy. Why was that the only time we felt safe exposing ourselves? That said something right there. But what? Did it mean that our love wasn't that strong and so it only came out under duress? Or did it simply mean that we were like everybody else in the world, and afraid of rejection? I couldn't imagine Mulder being afraid of rejection. If I thought about it though, he'd had some pretty rotten women in his life. Although I knew he was aware of his looks and the effect he could have on women if he chose to turn on the charm, he wasn't particularly vain. He wore nice clothes and he was always neat and clean, but he wasn't one to gaze in a mirror, carry a comb up his sleeve, and kiss his reflection in the butcher knife. He and Walter were both sexy and very male, but in different ways. Mulder was still young, sexy in a lean, lithe sort of way. Walter was sexy because of his tough guy attitude and his superb body. He was more of a muscle builder than Mulder, but no less attractive for his age or his lack of hair. While thinking of each man's physical attributes, I had begun to rub my belly, and was surprised to find my breasts aching. I squeezed them gently and moaned slightly, then bit my lip. I didn't need them charging in here. I scissored my legs together and felt the wetness squish between my thighs. Jesus, I was aroused. How long had it been? A long time, that's all I knew. God, I was horny. I wanted a man. I could have one. The thought struck me like a bolt of lightening. I knew with sudden clarity that if I invited either man into my bed, they would come. Despite his subtle manifestations, I knew Walter found me attractive too. Mulder loved me, but the bulge in Walter's pants indicated prurient interest on his own behalf. I thought of coaxing Mulder in here and realized I would feel like a cad. Walter would feel left out, not that everyone had to have an adventure just because the opportunity presented itself. Then again, if I were ever to be with Walter, I would irreparably hurt my budding romantic relationship with Mulder. Despite my own denial, I knew where this was leading. Mulder had kissed me, really kissed me. Once was not going to be enough. We'd never gone backwards in any other area of our lives and this would be no different. The inevitable collision was bound to happen. It was just a matter of when. Reason dictated that I not get myself into a tangled emotional situation right now. We had to survive, figure out where we were, and figure out how to get home. Mulder's words came back to me at that moment. 'We could be gone tomorrow.' He was right. Life was fragile and how would I have felt if he and Walter had perished along with everyone else. All the things left undone. All the things left unsaid. I would have been devastated. I recalled the panic that had enveloped me when we pulled Mulder's lifeless body out of the water. I'd truly felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I didn't know if I could go on without him. I also recalled the immense sense of relief when I'd seen Walter and knew I wasn't alone. More than I realized, I relied on his calm rationality, and his strength in difficult situations. The more my hands explored my body, seemingly of their own volition, the more I craved the touch of another human being. Were they craving the touch of a woman? Wanting to reaffirm that we were really alive? Without warning the idea popped into my head. What about both of them? I froze, one hand on my breast, the other cupping my sex. Oh my God. Where did that idea come from? I'd never been with two men in my entire life. What would it be like? Would they even be willing to share? I began to shake. I could have died today. We all could have died today. Why was I always denying myself what I wanted? To what end? What did I gain by all this self-denial? I gained misery and loneliness. No doubt, I'd also gained a bad case of arousal. I slipped out of bed nude, grabbed the gauzy shirt that I'd worn earlier and slipped it over my head. The moon pierced the room with a beam coming in through the window. I glanced at the vanity, where a broken mirror sat opposite the window. There was enough left to see my reflection. Now I knew why Mulder had added the light sweater. You could see right through this gauzy material. The outline of my body was obvious under the diaphanous material and I stared at myself. My stomach was flat; my breasts were firm and not yet sagging, well, maybe a little on the bottom. My nipples were hard, aching peaks of desire. "Jesus," I whispered. As if someone else controlled my limbs, I walked to my door, opened it and stepped out into the hallway. What was I doing? I didn't really know, but I knew that I didn't want to be alone right now. Hopefully, it would be dark in their room and I could just say I needed some company. Either man would keep me company I was sure, talk to me until I could settle down. I felt so alone at that moment I wanted to weep. Yet I knew they were both right next door. I passed one door that I knew led to a destroyed bedroom and stopped at the door to the next, where I knew they were. It was open a crack and I gently pushed the door open a few more inches. Their voices floated out to me. "I don't know why I did it. I just wasn't going to let another day go by. I know the timing sucks, but Jesus, I've been in love with her for years," Mulder ended. Walter took a deep breath. "Seems everyone knows that but her. Why haven't you ever told her?" "I did once. She said, 'oh brother,' and walked away. Needless to say, I didn't mention it again." "That doesn't sound like her," Walter said. "She thought I was drugged and didn't know what I was saying." "Ah, I see. Are you afraid that's what she thinks now?" "That I'm drugged?" Mulder asked. "No, extenuating circumstances and all that." "Maybe. Probably. She's a wizard at denying her feelings, denying what's between us. I'm sure she's thinking up all the reasons why she shouldn't be with me. Not that it's hard. I could give her a list myself. I don't deserve her." "Nonsense, Mulder. You're a good man. A weird one, but a good man," Walter teased. I smiled, listening to them chuckling together. They sounded like old friends. Mulder said, "Watching us made you hot, didn't it?" There was no answer for a few seconds. "Do we need to go into that?" Walter asked sternly, obviously trying to deflect the question. "No, but it was obvious," Mulder stated, clearly enjoying Walter's discomfort. Walter's voice was low and scratchy when he said, "Yeah, I'm a man for Christ's sake. People forget that, but I'm not immune. She's a beautiful woman. I've always thought so. To be honest, I've always envied what you two have together, that closeness, that trust." I felt like a criminal eavesdropping, but I couldn't seem to move. My feet were rooted in place. I held my breath, afraid they would hear me breathe or a floorboard creak. Mulder said, "Ever been in those life and death situations and afterwards, you want to remind yourself that you're alive?" I watched as Walter rolled off his back to face Mulder, supporting his head on his hand and putting his elbow on the bed. "Many times. Happened in 'Nam all the time." "What did you do?" Mulder asked. "Went to prostitutes. They were all over then. It wasn't illegal there and even if it had been, we would have done it anyway. We needed the human contact. Over there, every day could be your last." Then Mulder surprised the hell out of me by asking, "Were you ever with a man?" His voice was tentative. Walter cleared his throat and then chuckled. "Trying to get something on me, Mulder?" he teased. Mulder almost laughed, but huffed instead. "Not really, just curious." "Yeah, twice it was that bad," Walter answered. Now Mulder cleared his throat. "Did it disgust you afterwards?" he asked quietly. There was silence for so long I didn't think he was going to answer but then he did. "No, I accepted it for what it was; a need to feel human." "Ever been with a man since?" "No, can't say I have. I came back and married Sharon shortly afterwards. What about you?" "Once, when I was at Oxford. I was drunk, experimenting with my sexuality. I'd had threesomes with a guy and a girl. Phoebe was into all kinds of kinky shit, and once I gave in and was with a guy 'cause Phoebe wanted to watch." "Under duress?" Walter asked. I couldn't believe how calmly they were discussing this. I know Mulder has always been comfortable with his sexuality. I'm not, and I know that too. However, I'd never really thought about Walter's sexuality other than to acknowledge he had a great body. "Not really. I wanted to please her and I would be lying if I said I didn't get off on it. Then again, would I have done it if she hadn't pushed the issue? Probably not. I guess it scared me a little." "Scared you? How so?" He coughed softly and said, "I enjoyed it, more than I thought I should have and that scared me. I'd always been heterosexual, never any doubts in my mind." "That made you doubt your sexuality?" "Yeah." "What did you conclude?" "That I was still heterosexual, but I could go either way given the right circumstances." "I think we all could, given the right circumstances. I wouldn't feel ashamed or guilty about it. It happened, big deal. I think we all get physically stimulated if we are touched. It doesn't matter who is doing the touching." Mulder blew air out of pursed lips. "This is embarrassing." "What?" Walter asked. "I'm aroused. Shit." He rolled away from Walter and faced the outside of the bed. I decided this would be a good time to break up the party. I pushed the door open further and stepped inside. It creaked and I froze. I stood silently. The moon was making its presence known in here too. A disheveled head rose off a pillow and Mulder's sleep laden voice pierced the silence. "Scully?" Then I heard him gasp. "Jesus." I looked down and realized I was standing directly in the beam of light from the moon. He could see me through this shirt, even though it hung to my mid- thigh. "I don't want to be alone," I whispered. He made to get out of bed, throwing the covers over on top of Walter and sliding his feet to the floor. He was wearing boxers he must have found here somewhere. Walter sat up at that moment. "What's going on?" he mumbled, feigning that he had been asleep. "Holy shit," he whispered when his eyes turned to me. "Agent Scully, you might want to put something else on," he ground out. I noticed his eyes didn't look away though. I grew bold under their obvious admiration and walked slowly to the end of the bed. I'd left the shaft of moonlight but had no doubt they would remember what they had seen. "Scully?" Mulder asked quietly. "Do you want me to come in there with you? I'll behave." I shook my head. "No, I want to come in here with you." He shook his head as if to dislodge an impossible thought. "What?" I didn't answer. Instead I put a knee up onto the mattress and crawled up the bed. I found his pile of covers and pushed them aside, sliding into the middle of the bed, and pulling them up to my chin. "Scully, this isn't a good idea," Skinner choked out. Mulder scrambled into the bed, pulling the covers over him again. He reached for me and I went willingly into his embrace. "She doesn't want to be alone, Walter." "I know, but … Jesus, I'm a man, Mulder." "I know," he said, clearly unsure what to do. He wanted to please me and didn't want to tease Walter. "She has no concept of what she does to men." "I'm right here, guys," I teased, poking my head up a bit higher. I flopped onto my back, feeling heat from both big bodies beginning to permeate the area. Skinner surprised me when he reached out and cupped the side of my neck. "Scully, you're a beautiful woman, and you might as well be naked for all that gauze covers. Please, have mercy, okay?" he added. Still trying to be so polite. I shook my head. "Remember when you said life was too short, too fragile and we could be gone tomorrow, Mulder?" "Yeah," he said, dragging out the word. "I decided you were right and if I die tomorrow, I'm not gonna go being full of regrets for things I didn't do." "What does that mean?" "It means I want to be with you." "I don't need to be hearing this," Walter interjected. "Congratulations, Mulder, but take it in the other room, okay?" I turned to Walter and put a hand on his breastbone. He held his breath. "I don't want any of us to go with regrets." "You're not making sense, Scully," he whispered. "I want to be with you, too." "WHAT?" both men cried. I smiled and fell silent, letting them take it in. "Scully, am I hearing you right?" Mulder asked after a minute or so. "Could you do it?" I asked. "Of course. I've been waiting six years," he muttered. I smiled. "I mean could you share?" He hesitated and then said, "I want you to be happy, Scully." "You'd regret this tomorrow," Walter said with finality. I turned to him. "I don't think so." Skinner gazed at me in the dim light. "Is this a one night thing? You want to have this wild night so that you can say you didn't pass up the opportunity?" I opened my mouth to answer and his fingers pressed on my lips. "It's all right if it is, but I want to know what it is." "I don't know, Walter. I just know that I need to be loved tonight." Walter and Mulder looked at each other over my head. Walter said, "I know you love her, Mulder. I don't want to interfere with that." He hesitated. "But damn, I won't lie. I would love to be touched tonight." I felt small between them. "I'm game," Mulder said. Walter's swallow made a harsh noise in the back of his throat. "Christ, you're like trying to turn down Venus," he said through clenched teeth. "Then don't try," I whispered. "I'm going to regret this," he whispered. It didn't stop him though. His head sank and he took my mouth under his.' XXXXXXXXXX PART 3 (NC-17) ISLAND HOME EVENING - DAY ONE His kiss was different from Mulder's. His mouth was hot, wet, and insistent; nothing gentle about it. I kissed him back and heard a moan rumble in his chest. Mulder rolled me onto my side and slid up behind me, molding his body against my back from neck to ankles. I could feel his erection poking me and then it slid between my legs and discovered the wetness there. "Oh shit, Scully, you're wet!" "I know," I moaned and resumed kissing Walter. XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX Skinner stopped and said, "Just a minute." He rolled over, picked up a book of matches he'd found somewhere, and lit the candle that was sitting on the bedside table. The candle provided just enough light to see what was happening but not enough to hurt anyone's eyes. He resumed kissing me, his hands squeezing my breasts and then pinching my nipples. I moaned and felt Mulder's hand cup my sex and squeeze. Walter kissed his way down my front and lifted my top leg. "Move your hand," he said to Mulder. Surprisingly obedient, Mulder did. He slid his hand up to my breast and began to torment my nipple. The first touch of Walter's mouth on my soaking apex made me shout and buck. He chuckled and put his hand on my leg to hold me still. He maneuvered me onto my back and went to town between my legs. Meanwhile, Mulder took up the kissing duties and continued to plague my breasts and nipples with delicious attention until they were throbbing with want. I ran my hands over Mulder's chest, shoulders and down his arms, feeling the muscles flow under his bare skin. At some point, he'd shed the boxers and I felt his erection poke me in the hip. I reached for it and he groaned with satisfying surprise as I squeezed and began to stroke. He was long, and I felt my mouth begin to water. I wasn't participating enough. Just then, Walter decided to suck on my clitoris and introduce a fat finger into my vagina. I reared up and felt my orgasm spark through me with a ripple. I cried out and let my hips sink back on the bed. It had been a quick, sharp one but it had felt good. "Wait," I instructed, and they both stopped. I threw off the covers and got up on all fours, piling the pillows against the headboard. I motioned for Walter to sit against the pillows. He moved slowly but did as I bid. His erection was a bit shorter than Mulder's but definitely thicker. He looked at it and then at me. "God, you're so beautiful, Scully." "I want Mulder to make love to me first, okay?" I asked. He nodded, "Sure. Take this shirt off." He helped me pull the gauzy shirt over my head and it floated to the floor off the side of the bed. I smiled. "You're not being left out." Mulder took the hint and crawled up behind me, lining up his erection with my dripping folds and teasing the entrance. "Do it, Mulder." He grasped my hips and began to slide inside. Immediately I felt the stretch of long unused muscles and moaned. He stopped but I shook my head. "Keep going." I eyed Walter's impressive erection. Veins stood out all along its thickness and a drop of clear fluid was dripping from the head. I reached out and swiped my thumb over it, causing him to buck slightly and grunt. I stroked with my hand and could barely reach around. I watched his tiny opening open and close like a small mouth and disgorge more clear fluid, which I immediately smeared on the head. I gasped when I felt Mulder hit home, his long erection pushing on the entrance of my womb. He wiggled until he fit flush against me, his swollen nuts pushed against my pubic bone and tantalizing my clit. I leaned forward and took the head of Walter's stalk in my mouth. He threw back his head and groaned but then looked up again, not wanting to miss the show. He watched as I began to sink down. He was in for a surprise. About four inches down, he hit the back of my throat and I felt his hips pulse as if to stroke into my mouth. I held him steady with one hand on the base, and looked up at him, running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. He was breathing hard, letting me do whatever I wanted to do. I noticed his fists balled up in the sheets next to his hips. He spread his legs a bit to give me a little better access, and I took a deep breath through my nose, and pushed gently, feeling his engorged head slip past the back of my throat. He shouted, "Oh God!" His hips strained up off the mattress and I proceeded to deep throat him. "Mulder, she can deep throat. Oh Jesus!" Mulder's hands slid up to cup my breasts. He leaned over me began a steady rhythm, not too slow and not too fast. He pulled almost all the way out and sank inside in long, drawn-out strokes that let me feel every bit of him. I grunted and continued to move up and down Walter's shaft, taking him into my throat every few strokes. Our moaning filled the bedroom along with the gentle slap of sweating skin as Mulder's lean hips impacted with my ass. I slowed down my sucking, wanting to make this last. I'd never been with two men before. I was surprised at how comfortable I was. Perhaps it was because I trusted these two particular men more than I had ever trusted anyone. Mulder retracted his hands and straightened his back, kneeling upright behind me. Walter's hands took over teasing my breasts. I felt Mulder's fingers brush around our joining and I moaned. Then he slid his juice-slicked fingers up and pressed gently on my anus. I moaned as I felt two fingers press gently but firmly and then pop inside the furled rosebud. He stroked slowly, giving me time to adjust and in a surprisingly short amount of time, had embedded both fingers in my ass. He massaged me with slow, gently strokes. The intrusion was unfamiliar. I'd never had anal sex or engaged in anal play. The hidden nerves inside awoke with a vengeance and I felt like sparklers were going off in my ass. I groaned around Walter's meaty shaft. Mulder began to softly scissor his fingers back and forth and an orgasm hit me in seconds. I shouted, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of rectal muscles spasming in release. Mulder moaned, "So hot, Scully. You're so sexy." He began to grunt and his strokes sped up. Walter hollered, "Oh!" That was my only warning before his cock swelled on my tongue and he began to blast his release to the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly, surprised at the amount. Mulder removed his fingers from my arse and reached around. His fingers began circling my clitoris and pushing it against our joining. I felt the tension coil in my belly and sparks shot through my abdomen as I felt myself come for the third time, muscles squeezing his pumping shaft. He grunted and then moaned through his own release as I felt the warmth splash inside me. I lowered myself to my stomach, my head resting on Walter's thigh. Mulder followed me down, grinding his still tumescent cock inside me, still reveling in the feeling. XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX We lay there like that, unmoving for a while, panting and catching our breaths. Mulder shifted his weight off me and flopped onto his side. He smiled at me and I lifted my head off Walter's thigh to kiss him. The kiss was slow, languorous, and filled with promise. When he broke away, I sat up and kneeled in front of Walter. He watched me, keenly interested, but obviously letting me take the lead. I leaned forward, cupping the back of his neck with one hand. I tickled the hair at the nap of his neck and he shivered. I leaned in and kissed him. I could feel Mulder's eyes on us. I hoped this wouldn't be a jealousy issue later. If it was, I'd have to deal with it then. Right now, I was horribly content to feel safe and loved in the arms of these two wonderful men. "Can we sleep now?" "You bet," Mulder said, groaning. "God, I ache all over." "We probably shouldn't have been so vigorous," I commented. Walter laughed. "I wasn't feeling any pain." We all chuckled. This time, I faced Mulder and he pulled me into his chest. Walter spooned up behind me and threw an arm over my waist. I felt Mulder twitch as Walter's big palm landed on his hip, but then he relaxed. I smiled into Mulder's chest, wondering if these two were going to dream about the men they had been with. A mental picture formed in my mind and I had swallowed the moan that wanted to erupt. I could see it in my head, Mulder bent over the footboard of the bed, and Walter mounted on top of him. Mulder had said his one experience with a man was because Phoebe had requested it. I didn't want to do anything that would even remotely remind him of that bitch. On the other hand, I wondered if he would do things if I asked him to do it. I decided that was something to discuss with him in private. First, we had to find a way off this freakin' island. They had to be looking for us. I was confident they would find us. XXXXXXXXXX HOOVER BUILDING WASHINGTON, D.C. DAY TWO I watched Assistant Director Jenna Cassidy sigh in exasperation and grip the phone tighter. Schooling her voice to calm, she said, "I don't care what it costs. We have to find them. Do you understand that? Helicopters, divers, ships, whatever we need. I want every island from Hilton Head to the Bahamas searched. Do I make myself clear?" She paused and then said, "Now you've got it. Let me know if you get any news." She hung up the phone and put her face in her hands. "We'll find them," I said. "Kersh, I know you're not Skinner's biggest fan, or Mulder and Scully's. But Riley, Johnson and Kopek were on that flight too." "I know. Despite what you may think, I don't want any of them dead. I'm not that callous. I'm not evil, Jenna," I replied, feeling an uncustomary pang of regret. She dropped her hands to her blotter and said, "I know that. Shit, I don't know what else to do." "There's nothing else we can do. We have to let the search and rescue people do their jobs." "I feel helpless." "I know. Me too. Who was the pilot?" "Riley's brother-in-law; a guy named John Herbert." "The media is in a frenzy." "What did you expect? Five FBI agents, an Assistant Director and a pilot, gone without a trace." "It doesn't make sense. We should have at least found some wreckage." "The hurricane was pretty bad. If they went down in the Atlantic, and we have to assume they did, the waves would have swallowed everything." "Shit." "Yeah, shit," she reiterated. "We could go down to Florida and supervise operations from there." "No, Director Mullen said he had his best people doing that. They are going to call in the military too." "Well, that's good. They have to take it seriously, but even still, it's good that they aren't giving up." "It's too soon, it's only been two days." "I know that, but how long will they expend the resources?" "I don't know, that's what worries me. That's why I came down on D.D. Folmer about doing whatever it takes and screw the cost. Right now, while it's hot, they will spend the money. Later, who knows?" "I'd like to kick that little panty-waist in the balls," I said without hesitation. Jenna snorted. "Not evil, huh?" I grimaced. "He's evil. Not me, but his superior attitude can incite me to violence if I'm not careful." "I hear you. He's drunk on his power." "Who authorized them to fly from Dulles?" "I don't know. The tower had to clear them." "Maybe that's something we can do." "What?" "Let's go to Dulles, start asking questions. Who was on that night? Check the logbooks. Who gave them the thumbs up to fly when the hurricane was heading straight for them?" "You want to assign blame already?" "Somebody has to take the blame." "I'm not so sure. Weather is weather, Alvin." "Not necessarily. They never should have taken off." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying that everyone knew that hurricane was heading due south." "It went ashore in Hilton Head, South Carolina." "Yeah, but every news station was saying it was going back out to sea." "I thought they expected it to stall over land." "Not that I heard. Where did you hear that?" "From Follmer." We looked at each other as niggles of doubt began to form. "I think they were set up, Jenna." "I find that hard to believe." "What better cover than a hurricane? No one would suspect foul play." "But you do?" "Yes, I do. I don't even know why. A hunch. I just get a bad feeling about this whole thing. The feeling gets even worse whenever I'm within ten feet of Follmer." "Worth checking out. Beats sitting her with my thumb up my ass." "Now that I'd like to see," I teased as I stood up. She snorted. "Don't be crude." "Sorry. You game?" "You bet," she said, standing up and grabbing her coat off the coat tree next to her desk. "Let's get out of here." XXXXXXXXXX THE LONE GUNMEN'S LAIR ALEXANDRIA, VA DAY TWO "I don't think they're dead," Langly pronounced. I looked at him and Byers. "I'm not giving up, but I'm not feeling good about this either." Byers nodded. "I wish we could find something one way or another." "You're hacked into the Bureau computers?" I asked him. "Yes, and Langly got into the military server. They are sending out the big guns for search and rescue." "Well, that's a comfort at least. They aren't sparing expense," I replied. "For now," Byers warned. "In a couple of days, they'll give up." Langly looked at the floor, scuffing a loose floorboard with the toe of his sneaker. "I keep waiting for the phone to ring and have Mulder tell us how stupid we're being," he said quietly. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "They can't be dead. I know it sounds silly, but I think I would know it somehow, feel it in here," I said, thumping my chest. Langly nodded. "Yeah, me too. Well, let's monitor what's going on. What else can we do?" Byers turned to us. "Frohike, we could go down there, fly to the islands and ask around ourselves." "Waste of time," I said. "Let's save that for when the big guns give up the search." "You're right. Hopefully it won't come to that." XXXXXXXXXX ATLANTIC OCEAN EAST OF BERMUDA DAY THREE "Jack, what's that?" the fisherman asked, pointing to the net in the other man's hands. Jack pulled the net onto the deck of the boat, fish spilling everywhere. He dug through the smelly mess and fished out the flash of silver. He held it up. "Looks like a cell phone. Wonder how that got in there?" "Don't know, but aren't they looking for some missing folks out here?" "I don't know, are they?" "Heard it on the news," Bobby said. "FBI agents or something. Plane went down." "Well, we'll turn it in to the local police when we get back into the dock. Here, go put it in the cabin," he instructed, thrusting it at the younger man. Bobby took it and disappeared inside the cabin. "Idiots," he mumbled. "Suits don't even know when to come in out of the rain." XXXXXXXXXX NORTH SHORE ISLAND IN THE ATLANTIC DAY THREE "Nothing as far as the eye can see," Mulder muttered. I looked at him. "I don't know where we are, but it isn't Bermuda." Walter grunted. "No, this island's too small. We got across it too quickly. Bermuda's much bigger. And despite the lack of people here, which is beginning to creep me out, we would have found towns, business, etc. This is a deserted island, literally." "Except for the house," I said. "Except for the house," he conceded. "We never found other people either, only the eight. That confirms Mulder's suspicions that this was a private residence." "That doesn't make sense either. We haven't found any means of getting on or off the island." "We haven't searched the eastern shore yet," Mulder reminded us. Walter looked down the beach. "Well, it's past noon, but we probably have time. Let's head that way and see if we find a dock or something. It would be too good if we found a boat." "I wouldn't count on it," Mulder mumbled, taking my hand. We followed Walter up the beach. "I don't like how deserted it is here," I said. Mulder grunted softly. "Something's not right. I can't put my finger on it, but I feel it." "I know what you mean." "You know where we were when we started to go down?" "No, not exactly. The pilot was shouting coordinates, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy hanging onto my chair." Mulder smiled briefly. "We were east of Bermuda." "We shouldn't have been that far south." "No, but the storm pushed us out to sea, away from Florida and then we were outrunning it, or trying to, heading southeast. We'd overshot Florida a good half hour before, if not more." "What are you saying?" "We went down in the Bermuda Triangle, Scully." I stopped short and tugged on his hand. He stopped and spun to face me. I glanced up the beach and saw Walter had stopped and was walking back to us. "What's going on?" he asked as he approached. I stared at Mulder. "You can't be serious." Mulder shrugged. "Why not?" "What?" Walter asked again. Mulder looked at him. "We went down in the Bermuda Triangle, east of Bermuda." Walter just stared at him with the same look of incredulity that I had. "You can't be serious," he repeated my exclamation. "Just a theory," he said. Walter snorted. "Another wild one, if you ask me." "Just thought I'd mention it," Mulder said, clearly not abashed by our disbelief. We continued walking up the beach after I dropped his hand. Two hours later I was cursing him for putting the thought in my head. I could think of nothing else. Even if we did go down in the Bermuda Triangle, what did that mean? We hadn't disappeared. We were on a solid island. True, we didn't know what island it was, but it was real. We hadn't died and we had found people and food. Despite all these facts, I couldn't shake the prickling doubt that he might be right. Had anyone ever returned after disappearing into the Bermuda Triangle? I tried to remember the history and I couldn't. My mind was too befuddled. I remember Mulder's last trip down here, and how I'd pulled him half-dead from the water. Much like the other day, as a matter of fact. I shivered with the memory. If he was right, then we were invisible to the rest of the world. That put us in a precarious position at best. I couldn't believe I was even considering the possibility. We found no dock and no boat. Discouraged, we returned to the house and rummaged through the other rooms and cleaned, hauling broken glass and plaster outside and dumping it behind the house. We found more clothes, which was a godsend. We still had no electricity, yet the water still worked in the sinks of the kitchen. For that to happen, there should have been a pump, a well, and electricity to run said pump. Walter suggested that perhaps the house sat on a natural spring and somehow the plumbing was designed to vacuum the water up without the help of electricity. The water was cold, so there wasn't any heating going on. His theory had holes, but I accepted it because it was the most plausible explanation. I didn't want to think about the alternative, that we were somewhere outside of time, in another dimension, or a parallel universe. I couldn't accept any of those ideas. XXXXXXXXXX PART 4 (NC-17) ISLAND HOME DAY THREE I stood nervously in the doorway to the bedroom, having donned a thigh length bathrobe we'd found. The guys were standing by the bed talking, both wearing boxers when I entered. They stopped talking and turned to me. "Hi," I said. Mulder smiled. "Hi. Staying with us again tonight?" "Yeah, but I don't know if I'm up for anything." Walter said, "I can be a gentleman." "Me too," Mulder hurried to assure me. "Come on." I had on a long tee shirt under the robe. I dropped the robe on the end of the bed. Walter got in first and I crawled in next to him and lay on my back. Mulder followed. They both lay on their sides and put an arm over my stomach. I sighed with contentment and they smiled. They had both kept their underwear on and for that I was grateful. Despite my show of bravado last night, I was still nervous and uncertain. What would happen when we finally got off this island? Could I ever look at Skinner again as 'just my boss'? I didn't think so. Then again, in the real world, a relationship with two people was not very acceptable. If it continued, we would have to be very secretive about it. I shook my head internally. Here I was already worrying about the future. I needed to be worrying about the present. Nothing said that either one of them would want to continue this once we were back home. I looked at Mulder. His eyes were closed but I knew he wasn't asleep. Mulder would want to continue, I had no doubt. Nevertheless, in the real world, would he accept a third person in the mix? Last night had been exciting, no doubt, but this had to be the stupidest and riskiest thing I'd ever done sexually and emotionally. Minutes passed and I heard Walter snoring lightly. Mulder opened his eyes and found me peering at him. He smiled. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked quietly. I didn't need clarification. He knew my mind would be churning over the events of the previous evening. "I don't know. I don't know what to say. I've never done anything like that before." "I only did it the one time with Phoebe." I startled a little bit. He smiled. "I knew you were listening." "How?" "I saw your shadow." "How come you didn't say anything, at least warn Walter?" "I wanted to see how you would react. I figured if it disgusted you, you would walk away, but you didn't." "No, I didn't. I hate thinking of you with her, but the part of being with a man didn't bother me**.**" "Really?" "I'm a little surprised too. I've never really given a thought to bi-sexuality. I've just always been straight, and rather pedestrian in my tastes, if you must know." "You don't say?" he teased lightly. I made a sound of exasperation with my tongue and he chuckled. "I never figured you were a prude. Au contraire. I've always thought you were hiding a lot of passion under those pressed suits. I didn't really imagine you were kinky either. It might surprise you to know my fantasies were rather tame." "Oh yeah? Tell me." "I imagined you going down on me, of course." "Oh, of course. What guy doesn't?" I teased. He chuckled softly. "I imagined you straddling my hips and riding me." His hand began to swish back and forth on my stomach. "I imagined you under me, and what we did last night, minus Walter in the picture," he added. I smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently. He went still and then kissed me back. It started out gentle but quickly became more heated. He pulled away. "I thought you didn't want to do anything tonight," he reminded me. "Sorry. I didn't think I did." "Change your mind?" "Maybe." "Maybe? Well, be sure to let me know, okay? Otherwise, I can't keep kissing you." To punctuate his point, he pressed his erection against my hip. I felt my sex thicken and moisten in response. Jesus, what was it about him? One sexual encounter and a couple of kisses and I could suddenly be turned on like somebody flicked a switch. I reached out and spread my hand over his rippling abdomen. I traced the line of hair that dove from his navel to his crotch. His stomach fluttered under my touch and I loved that I affected him so easily. He gasped, sucking air in through his teeth. He was obviously trying to be quiet. I felt him bob against my hand, and slid inside his boxers and around to the back. He lifted his hips and my other hand joined the party, pushing his boxers down, which he immediately helped me with, and then kicked them off his feet somewhere under the covers. He backed up, looking down and watching me. I squeezed his soft, downy ass cheeks and he rolled into me, pressing his erection against my stomach. I didn't protest when his hands found the hem of my tee shirt and pulled it up over my head. He tossed it over the side of the bed and returned immediately to palm my breasts and kiss me. I whispered, "Should we do this here?" He stopped and looked over at Walter. He was obviously still asleep, snoring louder now. He was exhausted from all the hiking around today. I was too, but was now somehow energized with arousal. Mulder slid carefully out of the bed and I followed. He grabbed my robe and draped it over my shoulders, shuffling me quietly out of the room. He swung the door around but left it unlatched. We went down the hall to the room I had started out in. He lit the candle on the bedside table and we slid under the covers, shivering from the touch of the cool sheets. XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX I wasn't cold for long as he sidled up to me, kissing me, and running his large, warm hands over my body. I moaned and grabbed his ass again. "I've always loved your ass." He chuckled. "I'm quite fond of yours as well," he shot back, copying my move of cupping one cheek of mine in each hand. He spent time finding all my sensitive spots; the backs of my knees, the insides of my wrists, the small spot above my ankles, the tip of my hipbones. When he had me positively writhing I whimpered and said, "Please, Mulder." He moved into position. His gaze was heated and dark as he stared into my eyes. I raised my legs over his lean hips and he slid into me slowly until he was buried deep. "So warm and wet," he whispered. "This is heaven," he added, as he began to stroke in and out of me fully, taking his time. "This is perfect." I stretched my head up and nipped at his neck. He gasped and sped up slightly, his strokes becoming harsher. I felt the warmth spread through my gut and my insides quiver as I climbed toward release. He slowed down suddenly and let his head and shoulder rest on the bed next to my face. He slid his hands down to my hips. Then I felt his thumbs travel inward until they met at the top of my labia. He gently burrowed into my apex, until he found the hood of my clitoris. He caught it in the pads between his thumbs and began rotating it around the swollen, throbbing shaft of my clitoris. I immediately groaned, feeling the sweat on our chests mingle. I pressed my breasts against his chest. He rocked in and out of me, unable to do more in this awkward position. Didn't matter. His jutting erection was rock hard and splitting me beautifully. I tumbled over the edge in a matter of seconds, gasping for breath and whimpering with relief. He stilled until I came down, enjoying the feeling of my walls fluttering on his shaft. When I opened my eyes again, he grinned, quite proud of himself. I couldn't blame him really. It was a brilliant move. He moved his hands back up and took his weight on his elbows and forearms. He kissed me and resumed his pumping, now stretching for his own release. He grunted and whispered, "God, my balls are so tight." I kissed him again, my hands flowing up and down his back. Finally his strokes became uneven and sloppy. He drove into me and I whispered, "Yes, come for me." Sexy, broken sounds flooded out of his throat, his hips shuddering against my thighs. He chanted my name with each crashing thrust, "Scully, Scully, Scully." I felt pleasure race through my body at the uninhibited reverence I heard in his voice. He collapsed in the cradle of my thighs and I wrapped arms and legs around him, pulling him tight against me. XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX He finally raised his head, blinking slowly and said, "I love you, Scully." I felt tears prickle the backs of my eyelids. I swallowed hard. Could I say it? I knew I loved him too, but this was all happening so fast. And what about Walter? He kissed me on the forehead and whispered, "Don't worry. You don't have to say it back, I just needed for you to know." I nodded, feeling guilty already. "Mulder, I just don't know what I'm doing yet, what 'we're' doing yet." He kissed my lips gently and then pulled back. "I know. Whatever happens, I just want you to know. This isn't just about sex for me. It never has been, although I'm delighted that we've finally gotten together in the biblical sense," he said, unable to completely abandon his teasing and innuendo. I smiled at him. "What about Walter?" I asked, my voice embarrassingly tremulous. He sighed, and rolled away from me, his penis sliding out of me. I felt empty for a second and wondered if I should have brought this up so soon after we'd just made love. Finally, he said, "I don't know. I want you to be happy, Scully. If that means sharing you, I'll do it." "But would it make you crazy?" "I don't know. It didn't bother me last night. Then again, I was so anxious to be with you, I probably would have agreed to anything." "We need to decide, Mulder. I don't want to hurt him and I definitely don't want to lead him on if it isn't going to go anywhere." "Can I think about it?" "Of course." He was silent for a little bit and then said, "I'd be better with it, with including Walter, if I knew for sure where I stood with you," he admitted. "What do you mean?" He was staring at the ceiling. I captured his cheek in my palm and turned his face toward me. "Tell me." He hesitated but then whispered, "If I knew you loved me." He closed his eyes to hide whatever he was feeling. I knew what that had cost him. I pressed my lips to each of his eyelids. How could I hold back on him when he was being so honest with me? I was still unsure of my feelings for Walter in their entirety, but I wasn't unsure about Mulder. It was time to stop hiding. "I do love you, Mulder. So much. Don't ever doubt that I need you at least as much as you need me." Pools of wetness formed in his eyes and he kissed me slowly and deeply. Then he said, "I want whatever you want, Scully. I'm not a prude, obviously, and I'm not afraid of experimenting, but I'm content without it also. As long as I know I have a place in your heart, I'm willing to go along for the ride." I clutched him to me and he laid his head between my breasts. My fingers played with his thick, silky hair and he hummed with contentment. We fell asleep that way, exhausted from the day. XXXXXXXXXX ISLAND HOME THE NEXT MORNING DAY FOUR Nothing was said, but Walter was avoiding us and I knew his feelings were hurt. He'd woken up to an empty bed and quickly realized what had happened. I felt horrible. I had said I wasn't up for anything when I'd crawled in and then I'd gone ahead and snuck out with Mulder. I hadn't really thought about how that would affect him for more than a couple minutes. I'd needed that time with Mulder though. We'd needed to make love alone and we'd needed to have that talk. Walter had left shortly after we ate a breakfast of pears and stale bread. It was now two hours later and he hadn't returned. He'd said he was going to look around, but I knew he just needed to be on his own. We were sitting on the front steps of the house and Mulder said, "Should we go find him?" I sighed. "I think I should go find him, by myself." He looked at me for a long moment and then nodded. "Okay." I laid my hand on his knee. "I need to do this, Mulder. We have to talk to him. We can't shut him out. I just think I should talk to him alone, first." He stood up with me and took both my hands in his. He stared into my eyes. "I love you," he stated simply. I smiled. "I love you too, Mulder." He kissed my forehead. "Okay then, go find him. I think he went that way," he said, pointing west. I nodded and headed down the beach. I waved over my shoulder and he turned to go back into the house. XXXXXXXXXX I found him a half-hour later. He was sitting in the shade of a palm tree, staring out at the water. He was wearing running shorts he'd found and was shirtless. I let my eyes run up and down his body covertly as I approached. I stopped a couple feet away. He didn't say anything but I knew he'd heard my approach and seen me. "This seat taken?" I asked finally. He waved nonchalantly at the ground beside him. I sat down and wrapped my arms around my legs. "You okay?" I asked. He grunted but didn't really answer me. "We need to talk, Walter." He sighed deeply and turned to face me. "I don't know what to say." "How about I start with 'I'm sorry'," I offered. "Sorry for what? Loving Mulder?" I swallowed around the sudden lump in my throat. There was no point in denying it. "No, I'll never be sorry for that. He hasn't known a lot of love in his life." "And I have?" he asked calmly. I held his gaze. "I don't know. Have you?" He looked out at the water again. "Not really." "I don't know much about you and your past, to be honest. You're a private man. I'm willing to listen though." "I've had my share of love, I guess. I loved Sharon, but we drifted apart a few years into it. I think we stayed together mostly out of habit. By the end, we were more like roommates." "I'm sorry," I said, unsure what else to say. He shrugged as if it didn't matter. "I guess. I just don't know what to do, if anything." "Me neither. I'm sorry we left you. We needed to have a talk ourselves. I really meant it when I got into bed last night, when I said I wasn't up for anything. It just happened. I'm sorry." "You don't need to be sorry, Scully." "I'm sorry we left you. No, that's not right. We needed to be alone and see what that was like, but we needed to talk and didn't want to wake you. I am sorry, though, that we didn't come back. You shouldn't have woken up alone." He shrugged again. "I really was viewing our adventure as a one-shot deal anyway. Then when I woke up this morning and you two were gone, I was surprised at how much it affected me." "How did it affect you?" "I wasn't hurt so much as I was hit with this crushing wave of loneliness. I realized it wasn't new. I've been lonely for quite a long time. I guess being with you and then having nothing again made it more acute." "God, Walter. This is hard for me. I can't even really explain what made me do what I did." He turned to me and smiled then. "I'm grateful you did." I smiled too, but couldn't make it last. "I don't want you to be grateful. It wasn't out of pity." "No?" "No, of course not! I care about you." He stared at me for a few seconds. "What am I supposed to do, Dana?" My first name startled me. He'd always called me Agent Scully, or Scully, picking up on Mulder's form of address. I guess after the other night he was entitled to be more familiar. It just sounded odd at first. "What do you want to do?" He blinked slowly. "I don't know. I know what I DON'T want to do." "What's that?" "I don't want to fuck up my friendship with you two. I DON'T want to come between the two of you. You deserve to be happy after all you've gone through." I touched his hand in the sand and he laced his fingers through mine, staring at our joined hands like they held some answer. "You deserve to be happy too," I commented. He looked up at me and said casually, "I've always had the hots for you, you know?" I barked out a snort of laughter and looked away. "Uh, no, I didn't know that," I said, startled but surprisingly pleased. He chuckled. "Tell me what to do, Dana? Stay away from you?" "No, I don't want that. I won't lie to you. I love Mulder. That's not going to change. That doesn't mean that there's only room for him in my heart." He looked at me carefully then. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying I'm not ready to cut you out of my life. Right now, I don't want us be walking on eggshells around each other. Mulder knows I love him. He said as long as I did, he would be okay with including you in our physical relationship." He swallowed thickly and pressed his lips together. "This could get messy," he said simply. "We need each other here, Walter. Can we agree to take what the others offer, at least while we're here? As long as we are willing to talk to each other, we can work it out somehow. If we ever get off this damn island, we can talk again and see if we still want the same things." He was quiet so long I didn't think he was going to answer. I needed an answer though. While I didn't want to push him, I knew we wouldn't be able to tolerate this separation and tension while we were here alone on this island. Finally, he released my hand and reached up, cupping my face, turning his torso towards me. He lowered his face to mine. "I'll take whatever you two offer me while we're here. That's the best I can do for now. I care about you both." XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX I smiled a close-lipped smile at him and then breathed sigh of relief. That seemed to amuse him. He tugged me gently the rest of the way, and kissed me, pushing his hot, wet tongue into my mouth. I squeaked in surprise, but then forced myself to relax. Before I knew it, He had my pants off and his own shorts off. He pulled my shirt over my head and laid our clothes down like a blanket. He laid back on them with his knees in the air and feet flat on the ground. I straddled him and ran my breasts up his chest, feeling the hair torment my hardened nipples. A cool breeze kept them taut and hungry for attention. His hands came up to cup me and I moaned, pushing into his hands. His fingers tugged at my aching buds and I moaned, feeling wetness flood my juncture. His hands spread over my breasts and he pressed them against my ribs I reached down and grasped him at the root. He sucked in his breath as I lined him up and worked him back and forth in my wetness. He was biting his bottom lip when I finally sat down on him and began to let my weight carry me down. I gasped and blew air out of pursed lips as I felt his thickness penetrate me. I was stretched deliciously. His hand left my breasts and cupped my butt, his large hands nearly devouring my cheeks. He pulled them apart and thrust up, pressing deep. As I balanced my hands on his shoulders and began to post up and down on his rod, he began to thrust up, letting me set the rhythm. I threw my head back and moaned. "Oh Christ, look at you," he breathed out. "So small, so beautiful." I felt warmth spread in my chest, surprised that I was so susceptible to the compliments. My loins quivered like hot mercury and I felt myself gush as I climbed higher. My folds felt swollen, thick, and juicy. "So good," I said, my breath hitching. My body was radiating heat and the cool breeze made my skin ultra-sensitive. His hands raced up my back, over my shoulders, down my arms, back to my breasts and down to my stomach. He scratched gently on the skin below my navel and I shouted, tingles zipping through my abdomen. He thrust harder and I tumbled over the edge, feeling my muscles convulse harshly on his rigid invading shaft. He cried out wordlessly and I felt his hot semen spreading inside me as he followed me over the cliff. XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXX I collapsed onto his chest. His fingers ran through my hair, letting the strands fall from between his fingers. I listened to his rapid heartbeat begin to slow and felt his penis softening inside me. After a couple of minutes, I rolled off him. I trotted down to the water and dove in, rinsing off. I swam parallel to the beach for a few feet and then turned and swam back in. When I knew my feet would touch, I stood up, using my hands to sluice the water off my body and raising my arms to squeeze it out of my hair. I looked up to find him staring at me. "When I said Venus the other night, I wasn't kidding. Jesus, you looked like Aphrodite coming out of the water." I grinned. "Flattery will get you everywhere," I teased. He chuckled and walked into the water just deep enough to rinse himself off and then he returned, pulling on his shorts over wet legs. We stood facing each other as I pulled my clothes back on. The cotton pants clung to my wet legs and the water soaked through my shirt and made my breasts and nipples prominent through the gauzy shirt. "Let's go back. I don't want Mulder to worry." "Are you going to tell him?" "That we made love out here?" "Yeah. I need to know how to handle this. I'm still not sure I'm doing the right thing. At the same time, I can't resist you. I'm not that strong." I smiled and cupped his cheek with my palm. "Yes, I'll tell him. He'll probably know after taking one look at us. If this is going to work, we can't have any secrets." "You're right. I just hope he doesn't punch my lights out." I laughed and took his hand. He followed me docilely up the beach, back towards the house. XXXXXXXXXX PART 5 (NC-17) ISLAND HOME EVENING - DAY FOUR The three of us lay in bed, having eaten bologna sandwiches for dinner. The supplies were dwindling and we were getting worried. We hadn't seen any sign of any sea-going ships in the time we'd been here. We were now into day four. "We have to figure something out," Mulder announced. "We can't just stay here waiting to be found and rescued." "What else can we do?" I asked. "I've been thinking about that actually," Walter replied. We both looked at him. "I was thinking about gathering up the wood from those cottages and building fire pits along the beaches. We have matches. I was thinking we could light a fire each night. It would show up better at night. That way if there were any vessels in the area, they'd be likely to see a fire." "That's a good idea," Mulder answered. "We'll get on that tomorrow." That night we slept and didn't fool around. We did cuddle though and I told Mulder, we were not leaving again. If we needed to be alone, we would take time during the day, or at least return before sleeping. I didn't want any of us waking up alone. He'd agreed. There had been no confrontation, as I feared, despite Mulder's assurances. He'd just given us a knowing glance and smiled when we returned. He'd asked, "Everything all right?" Walter had nodded. "Good," he'd replied, and that had been the end of it. Later, while Walter was cleaning up in the kitchen sink, we'd had the discussion about sleeping arrangements. He'd agreed without a protest. I was actually surprised at how well he was taking to this. Of course, that could change, but for now I was content with the way things were. He was being true to his word. I knew it was contingent upon him being secure about his place in my life. Note to self, I thought, remember to tell him you love him. XXXXXXXXXX SOUTHERN SHORE BEACH ISLAND IN THE ATLANTIC DUSK - DAY FIVE The next day was spent making teepee-like piles from the scrap wood we gathered from the ruined cottages. We made three piles about 100 yards apart on each of the north, south, east and west beaches. We all stood on the beach waiting for the sky to darken. Walter bent down and shielded the matches from the wind. He carefully lit the dried leaves we'd used for kindling and coaxed the fire into being. He'd brought a candle too in case the leaves weren't enough. After about ten minutes, the fire was roaring. He backed up to stand on my right. Mulder was on my left. I reached out with both hands, and the guys grasped each of my hands. We stood silently and watched the fire burn. No one came. XXXXXXXXXX WESTERN SHORE BEACH ISLAND IN THE ATLANTIC EVENING - DAY EIGHT We repeated the ritual each night. One the fourth night, we saw lights on the horizon. Even knowing we probably wouldn't be heard, we shouted and threw more wood on the fire. But the lights disappeared. That night we were more depressed than usual. The good news was we had found a grove of coconut trees a bit inland and gathered a healthy supply of fallen coconuts. We harvested the milk from them and then rationed the meat inside. The meats we hadn't eaten had gone bad now and there was no more ice. We had some spotty fruit and the coconuts left. For the first time since we'd arrived, I allowed myself to really let my spirit flag. I broke down and gave in to my fear, sobbing in Mulder's arms as we lay in bed. He held me while I wept and I felt Walter's hands brushing my back in an effort to comfort me. My sobbing finally ran its course and I sniffled. "I'm sorry," I apologized, feeling embarrassed. Walter coaxed me onto my back. "Hey, don't worry about it. We all have our limits." "What are we going to do if we run out of food?" He tucked my hair behind my ear and said, "God didn't bring us this far to drop us on our asses." He sounded so sure of himself. I wanted to believe him. He was reminding me to have faith. Me of all people, who had always relied on my faith, had forgotten to pray. I rolled into him and hugged him hard. "Thanks for reminding me," I said brokenly. He petted my hair and made cooing noises of comfort. His lips brushed my forehead and moved on to my nose, my cheeks and finally to my mouth. XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX I felt my body yield to his and pressed against him, garnering me a moan of pleasure. I felt Mulder begin to play with my rear end. He seemed to be fascinated with it lately. I wasn't surprised to feel his fingers gathering wetness from my folds and gently prying my back door open. He was gentle and thorough, stretching me slowly and carefully. Lightning flashed through my veins and Walter's mouth kept my body on fire, teasing my nipples to unbearable hardness, his hands toying with my sex until I was squirming with need between both their big, heavy bodies. At the first touch of Mulder's engorged head against my sphincter, I groaned and tensed. I forced myself to relax and he waited patiently. He applied gentle pressure, rocking against me. I felt my body release three new gushes of wetness before his head slipped inside. I arched my back as he pressed deeper. "Oh, God," he moaned, and then cursed with pleasure. I was panting and shaking with excitement. "I'm half**-**way in, Scully," he announced. I was already unbearably full and could feel the pulsing of his root like a heartbeat in my ass. The fullness was creating an incredible pressure. It was almost alarming but I was too aroused to be concerned. He took a firm grasp on my hips and heaved himself toward me. I felt him slide deep and cried out at the shocking fullness of it. "Okay?" he asked, tensing and holding still. "Yeah, just don't move yet." "I won't," he said through clenched teeth. "Oh Jesus, Scully, you're so hot inside, so tight." He grunted with the effort of holding still and I felt his hot breath wash over my neck. I shivered in response and took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax the rest of my body. As soon as I did, I felt him grind into me gently. The wiry hair of his pubic nest teased the sensitive nerves near my opening and I moaned, rocking back into him. Two of Walter's fingers pressed inside me and Mulder groaned, feeling them pass along the bottom of his shaft. I could feel them rubbing against one another through the thin layer of tissue. Mulder kneaded my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and retreated a few inches before thrusting back in. We both groaned. "Okay?" he checked again. "Oh yes, fuck me," I gasped. I heard him jerk at the words. He began to retreat and snap his hips, driving himself back in. Each thrust drew him out a little farther and pressed him back in a little faster. I was whimpering, overwhelmed with the sensation from the front and back, being assaulted on all sides. "Like hot silk," he murmured in my ear. Walter was still kissing my neck and began to rub his chest against my aching nipples. A strong shudder raced through my muscles and I felt myself stiffen and then release in a blinding staccato ripple of convulsing muscles in my vagina and my rectum. I shouted, "Oh God!" I felt him throb strongly inside me, lift my leg to give him greater access and press deeper. I shouted, feeling a second orgasm rip through me. As soon as it faded, I felt it building again. My pussy clenched on Walter's fingers and he jammed them in and out, enhancing all the sensations. "I'm almost there. Oh shit, not gonna last, oh god, oh man, here I go. This is so intense! Oh holy shiiiiitttttt!" Mulder bellowed as I felt his hips jerk out of control and my insides flood with hot liquid. It felt like a marathon orgasm as I rocked with him, feeling his shaft pulse and shoot, pulse and shoot, pulse and shoot. We lay motionless and he softened. He pulled back gently and soft, wet pop sounded as his head emerged from my ass. It was then I became aware of Walter next to me. His hand was now on my stomach below my navel, his arm under my head as a pillow. I looked up at him. He was panting and I could feel the quiver in his hand. "You okay?" I asked. He chuffed with amusement. "I'm so fucking aroused," he ground out. "How do you want me?" I asked. "Oh shit, don't ask me that," he responded. "How?" I asked again. "Could you take me … that way?" Mulder said, "Walter, you're bigger than me." "Thicker, not longer," he qualified. "Go for it," I said, making a snap decision. I'll never be more stretched than I am now, or as relaxed. "You sure?" Walter asked again. "Yes, I'm sure." I rolled over onto my stomach. "But I'm tired, so you have to do all the work." He didn't seem to mind. I didn't think he would. He was up on his knees in a flash and straddling my thighs. I yelped in surprise when he bent over and began kissing my opening like it was my mouth, swirling his tongue around the muscle and poking at it. I moaned and stuck my ass up in the air. He sat up and pressed my cheeks to the side, exposing me. His cock head pressed on my muscle and I held my breath as I felt it cave in and his thick head penetrate. It was burning a bit as it stretched, but there was no pain. He pulled out, pulling more wetness from my vagina up to coat the area. He then slid into my pussy, wetting himself down as well. He slid back out and penetrated me again, this time a little faster. I gasped and waited with anticipation. He slid slowly but steadily inside. I couldn't help moaning as I felt the muscles give way and I stretched wide, igniting new nerve endings. "Do it, push it all the way in, push hard!" He braced his arms on the bed and surged into me. I shouted, feeling the taut bulk of his scrotum pressed to the underside of my cheeks and into the wetness between my legs. Mulder's hand was suddenly sliding underneath me and I rose up on my elbows, giving him access. He slid his head toward me and was suddenly under my chest, taking my aching nipple into his warm, wet mouth. I shouted and bucked up, feeling Walter press deeper. Walter dragged his hips backwards and began pumping in and out of my ass. He strokes were long, steady and firm. I could hear the wet sucking noise of my ass as it tensed, trying to hold him in as he retreated. Mulder suckled like an infant and a hand landed on my other breast, pinching the nipple slightly. I melted with arousal, feeling Walter's iron-hard cock driving hard into my ass. A rolling, deep shudder passed through me and I knew I was close. I reached one hand down and played with my own clit. We were truly a tangle now of bodies and limbs and Walter nailed me to mattress hard enough to make the springs protest and squeak. Warmth spread out from my core and creamy wetness sluiced down my inner thighs with every hump of his hard hips against mine. He bent over and his teeth nipped at my shoulder. Something about that set my nerves on fire and I felt myself seize up and tumble into ecstasy. My orgasm was harsh, drawing harsh moans from the back of my throat. I heard Walter grunting; felt him tensing for control, as he rode out my spasms, which gripped his thick root with vicious abandon. As I began to taper off, he muttered, "Oh fuck." He began a series of short, jabbing thrusts that kept him mostly embedded. He quaked, moaning like a dying man, and then he came. His cock jerked mightily inside me like he was being shocked and he cried out with every ejaculation. XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 XXXXXXXXXX He rolled off me once he caught his breath. "Are you okay?" "Yeah," I whispered. "I need to use the bathroom." Earlier, we had decided to pee inside and do other things outside to keep the smell outside. We'd dug a trench behind the house. Since we didn't want to flush the toilet, not knowing if we would have any more water there, we'd tried to conserve. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I went to the bathroom inside. I wasn't going behind the house at this time of night. I clenched my backside and hurried to the bathroom. I shook with relief as I plopped down and felt wetness leave me. Fortunately, nothing else came out. I wiped carefully and felt my muscles returning to their normal state. I grabbed some toilet paper and returned to the bedroom. I handed it to the guys and they cleaned themselves up. I crawled in. This time I faced Walter and let Mulder spoon up behind me. They'd definitely made me forget our troubles, at least for a little while. XXXXXXXXXX WESTERN SHORE BEACH ISLAND IN THE ATLANTIC EVENING - DAY NINE The next morning I spent some time praying. I'm not sure if that was what made the difference, but that evening my prayers were answered. Our fire attracted lights again. This time, however, they didn't disappear into the night. They came closer. Once closer, we could see that it was a 28- foot cabin cruiser. Our shouts of 'HELP!' brought it closer and an anchor was dropped. Someone alighted from the side in a blow-up dinghy and motored into the beach. The man was in his sixties but in fine trim. He wore a polo shirt, jeans and deck shoes. He eyed us suspiciously until we told him who we were. I noticed he was packing a pistol in a holster at his back. "Why the gun?" Mulder asked. The man introduced himself. "I'm John Casey. You don't know where you are, do you?" We shook our heads mutely. "This island belongs to Pedro Martinez." "Who's that?" I asked. "Columbian drug runner," he answered calmly. We gave each other glances and then Walter said, "I think he's dead." XXXXXXXXXX DULLES AIRPORT WASHINGTON, D.C. DAY 10 The man had taken us to the Port of Miami-Dade. Local law enforcement was waiting for us since John had radioed to shore that he was transporting three missing FBI agents. Ambulances took us across Biscayne Bay to the hospital. They checked us out, treated our minor scrapes and bruises and pronounced us healthy but hungry. After feeding us and keeping us overnight for observation, we were released. Local cops took us to the airport and we were finally winging it home after buying some new clothes. We'd told the police of the bodies that we'd left in the walk-in freezer on the island. We assumed they were the drug dealers or crew of the drug dealer that our rescuer had told us about. They thanked us and assured us they would take care of them. My mother met us at the airport. She was near hysterical with relief, hugging and kissing me to the point where I could barely breathe. Mulder and Walter stood by patiently while she touched her fill and made sure I was real, whole, and healthy. XXXXXXXXXX MAGGIE SCULLY'S HOUSE BALTIMORE, MD Then she surprised the guys by insisting that they come home with her and get a home cooked meal. Walter tried to beg off but she wouldn't hear of it. Later, we were at my mother's dinner table while she served up leftover roast beef, potatoes and baby carrots. It all tasted like ambrosia after two days of coconuts. Mom's old colonial house boasted four bedrooms. She always said she never knew when her kids would need a place to go. We each were put in one of the spare rooms. I slept for twelve hours straight, not realizing how the tension had taken its toll on my body. I vowed to pray every day. XXXXXXXXXX DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, D.C. DAY 11 We were not expected back to work right away. We'd gone in this morning to give our statements to the Bureau brass, and were then told to go home and rest. No one questioned that we arrived together, and left in the same car together. The future would require more discretion, but right now, no one was looking that closely. Jenna Cassidy had promised to handle the press conference that was scheduled for the next day. None of us was up for dealing with the press. I invited the guys back to my place and I was surprised when they agreed. They retreated to their respective homes to get clothes and check messages, and then they arrived in separate cars at my place. Mulder had propped himself sideways on my couch, leaning on the armrest. I sat between his legs and put my feet in Walter's lap as he faced front. He was quiet and pensive and I knew we had to talk again. Before I could break the silence, Mulder decided to take the lead. "What's on your mind, Walter?" "Now that we're back, I'm not sure if I should continue this. You two are still my subordinates." "I figured that was what was bothering you." "Walter, look," I said. "We're not going to try to sway you one way or the other. I'll go along with whatever you decide. Just know that you're welcome to continue this, for now at least. I've done a lot of thinking. This whole experience has changed me." "How so?" he questioned. "I've realized what is important in life and guess what? It's not my job. I like my job and I'll fight to keep it. I'd fight if they tried to split Mulder and me up, but bottom line, being with the people I love is what's important, more important than any job." "The people you love?" he asked quietly, peering at me suspiciously. I smiled. "Yes, Walter, I love you too. I'm 'in love' with Mulder, but I love you too. You're important to me. If you decide this arrangement is too strange, I understand that. If you decide you should have something exclusive for yourself, you certainly deserve it. I want you to be happy." Mulder interjected, "I would understand if this wouldn't be enough. Sharing, I mean." "Knowing she's in love with you," he added. Mulder nodded and said, "Yes, we understand that it's a difficult decision to make. Just know that the offer stands." "I can't believe you're not jealous. I mean, on the island, it felt like every day could be my last, and nothing was sacred, but now," he said, pausing. "I don't know." We were silent. There really wasn't any appropriate response to that argument. Mulder said, "I'm not jealous. I'm a little surprised myself. However, I know Scully and she doesn't lie. She's told me that she loves me, is in love with me and no one can take my place. Knowing that, I don't feel threatened by any other man." He was silent a long time. Finally he said, "Someone else may come along for me." "Absolutely," I answered. "I hope someone does." "Until then, though, I think I want this. I think I need this. I've been alone too long. Even when I was married to Sharon, I was alone." He paused. "It's all so crazy. None of this makes sense. I never saw myself in a situation like this, never even contemplated it once." "It's new for us too," Mulder replied. "We've each had our 'encounters', but this is the first time we've been in a 'relationship' that was with two others." "It was always in times of stress," Walter said. "Really, this was a time of stress too, when we felt our lives were on the line." "True," Mulder replied. "Now they're not, but that doesn't mean the affection we feel for one another just goes away." Tentatively I said, "I need to say something guys and I want you to listen with an open mind." They both looked at me, waiting patiently. "I think part of the problem here is that you fear competition, or Mulder suddenly being jealous for some reason. Or perhaps you feel like you're not a full partner in this relationship, that you're merely sharing me on Mulder's good graces." Walter nodded. "Well, yeah, pretty much. How else am I supposed to look at it? Not the best situation. Nobody likes to be number two, but it's better than nothing at this point. I admit it, I'm damn lonely. I'm tired of being by myself." I nodded. "What I was thinking is that it wouldn't seem so much that way if you two were to become closer," I said carefully. Walter looked at me sharply now, his eyes darting to Mulder and back to me. "What do you mean?" "I mean there is no reason, if you're not averse to the idea, which I don't think you are, that you two can't enjoy one another as well." Mulder leaned over to look at my face, and I twisted sideways so I could look at him. "You both said that you weren't ashamed of things you'd done in the past that concerned other men." "Not my normal proclivity though," Walter said. "Mulder told me you heard us. Then you also heard that my encounters were under stressful situations as well. I was too scared and too grateful to be alive to bother being ashamed." "I get that, but there's no reason to be ashamed now. Unless it truly doesn't turn you on, there's no reason not to experiment, is there?" Mulder asked, "Is that something you want, Scully?" Walter was watching us both very carefully. His cheeks were slightly pinker than before, and his ears were quickly following. Despite his careful approach to the subject, I could tell the idea intrigued him. I looked at Mulder and said, "I can't deny the idea titillates me. I thought of seeing you two together that first night and it turned me on." "Really?" Walter asked. "Yeah, really," I admitted, feeling my own cheeks flush hotly. I glanced at his lap and saw the tent he was making in his jeans. I licked my lips and saw it jerk under the cloth. I leaned back sideways into Mulder's chest and felt the beginnings of his own erection pushing into my hip. My toe stretched out and poked at Walter's growing erection. It jerked against my foot and he grunted softly. "Jesus, Scully," he murmured. "What do you say? We don't have to plan it really, but if it happens, it happens. How does that sound?" "Sounds all right to me," Mulder uttered. I felt his chest dragging in heavy breaths. I slid off the couch and stood up. "Let's take this party somewhere more comfortable." XXXXXXXXXX PART 6 (NC-17) DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT GEORGETOWN, D.C. Without a word, they stood up and followed me into the bedroom. This time, Mulder stood in front of me and Walter stood behind. They quickly divested me of my clothes and then I helped them get naked. We stood for a while, just running our hands over one another, and kissing. I gently extricated myself and sat on the bed. I smiled at them. They both looked a little self- conscious, but then Mulder reached out tentatively, and ran his hand over Walter's chest. Walter took a deep breath and stood still. Mulder stepped into him and ran his hands over his broad shoulders. Standing side by side like this, I could see the differences in the two men. Walter was taller by about two inches, and broader. He was thick everywhere and had dense muscle tissue. Mulder was leaner with more elongated muscles. Both were beautiful. "God, you two are both gorgeous." They both smiled at me and then looked at each other again. Mulder nodded toward the bed and Walter moved to it. I scooted back to give them room and Walter sat down and then turned onto the bed and laid back. He held out his arm and I scooted up to his side, laying my head on his bulky shoulder and laying a hand on his breastbone. He kissed the top of my head and seemed to relax. I felt him tense slightly as Mulder sat on the bed, his hip touching Walter's. Both were sporting full erections now and I felt my own breathing speed up, waiting to see what would happen. "You don't have to do this now," I whispered. Mulder glanced at me and back at Walter and said, "I don't mind. I want to explore a little bit, if you don't mind, Walt." Walter nodded tentatively and Mulder smiled. "I just want to touch and see what it feels like." He paused. "See what I feel like doing it. If I do anything that makes you too uncomfortable, just say so, okay?" Walter nodded again and cleared his throat. "Okay." XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX Mulder reached out and skimmed his hands over Walter's thighs. Walter sucked in his breath when Mulder came near his groin, but Mulder didn't touch him there yet. He hitched himself up farther on the bed and lay on his side next to Walter, supporting his head in his hand, elbow on the bed. His free hand reached out and touched Walter's chest next to my hand. Walter raised his free arm and put it behind his head, giving Mulder room to move closer, which he did. His hand skimmed over Walter's chest hair and I heard Walter gasp a couple of times. Walter's belly twitched like a horse with a fly on it when Mulder's palm slipped below his navel, under his cock, which was now at full mast and bobbing gently with every pulse. Mulder scratched gently on his hipbone and Walter groaned, flexing his hips involuntarily. I smiled as he closed his eyes, tensing. He took a deep breath and relaxed, opening his eyes. Mulder was looking at him, a surprisingly tender look on his face. "Okay?" he asked. Walter nodded. "You can touch me back if you want to," he suggested. Walter sucked in air through his nose. "Not yet," he croaked. I stretched up and nipped at his earlobe, which elicited another soft moan. I began kissing his neck and leaning into him. His arm banded around me and pulled me up tight to his side. I felt him tense again and looked down. Mulder was holding his cock in his hand near the root, just holding it. He began to stroke, smearing precum over the head of Walter's cock. Walter threw his head back, his eyes slamming shut. Encouraged, Mulder pumped him harder and faster. "Easy," I whispered. Mulder slowed and scooted down the bed till his head was level with Walter's navel. He waited for Walter to open his eyes. They went large and round when they saw Mulder hovering near the head of his cock. Mulder had a serious look on his face, clearly unsure how far to go. He leaned forward, breathing on the glans and Walter's stomach sucked in and he held it taut. Mulder's long tongue snaked out and licked the head. Walter's hips bucked up and he wheezed with the pleasure mixed with uncertainty. Mulder looked at him. "You okay with this?" "Um, yeah, I think so." "I'll do what I like," Mulder said, almost more to himself than Walter. Slowly he leaned forward, levering up farther on his elbow so he was really looking down. He stood Walter's cock up, almost straight. After one slow, deep breath, he lowered his head and opened his mouth, letting the crown of Walter's cock enter his mouth. "Oh Christ," Walter breathed out, barely audible. I could see Mulder's tongue bulging his cheek out as he swirled it around and over the head. The sounds coming out of Walter's mouth excited me and I felt wetness between my legs. I reached down with my right hand and began circling my clitoris. I hissed with pleasure and Walter glanced at me but then his eyes went back to Mulder. Mulder sank down slowly, lifting and lowering a little further each time, letting his saliva wet Walter's shaft. He came up slowly, dragging his teeth lightly and letting it catch on the back side of the mushroomed head. "Oh Gaawwdd," Walter moaned. Then Mulder began to bob up and down, taking nearly all of Walter into his mouth, two fingers and a thumb covering the small portion at the base that he couldn't fit. I watched him squeeze hard. He came up on his knees, spreading his own legs, so his cock brushed Walter's leg. His right hand took over squeezing the base of Walter's shaft. Then his left hand gently cupped Walter's balls that were drawn up tight and tugged gently. Walter groaned loudly, an unintelligible sound and his hips began pulsing into Mulder's mouth. Mulder became more enthusiastic, obviously encouraged by the reaction and more saliva dripped from his lips. Occasionally, he would stop and just tongue the underside of the glans hard. I watched, memorizing the technique for later. Mulder had said he was going to do what he liked. I figured I could watch and learn. By now, I had two fingers plunged into myself as far as they would go and the heel of my hand was abusing my clitoris, pressing it roughly against my pubic bone. I was panting and grunting myself. "This is so fucking hot," I said. A grunt from both men was the response. In no time at all, Walter was pressing on Mulder's shoulder. He stuttered, "Oh shit, Mulder, I'm gonna come, I can't hold it. Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" I didn't think Mulder would let him come in his mouth, but he made no move to pull away. Instead, he sank down as far as he could, squeezing his root tight. I watched, fascinated as Walter's legs spread wide, and I realized Mulder must have been massaging his perineum. Walter shouted, bucked hard and began chanting, "Oh, oh, oh!" His hips kicked up hard with each ejaculation. Five times and then he quaked with a full body shudder and retreated into the mattress in a boneless heap, panting and sweating like he'd run a mile. Mulder swallowed like a trooper and then carefully lifted off, releasing his grip and pushing up on his knees. His cock was like a flagpole, hard and turning red. His balls were taut and he licked his lips, swallowing. "It's not bad, actually." Walter started to laugh and I did too. Soon we were all chuckling. I crawled over Walter saying, "Excuse me." He grinned and moved to where I'd been lying. I pushed Mulder over on his back roughly. He yelped in surprise and I sprang over him, straddling him and taking hold of his shaft at the same time. I slammed myself down on him and he shouted, bucking up into me. "It's not gonna take much," I warned him. "Good thing, cause I'm ready to blow," he admitted. I began lifting and slamming myself down on him. In only a minute or so, I cried out as my climax raced through me. Mulder's hands tightened on my waist and he let go as soon as he felt me reach orgasm. XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXX I flopped down onto his chest and panted heavily. After I got control of my breathing enough to speak, I said, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Both men began laughing at the bland tone of my understatement. They both started kissing me, Mulder on the lips, Walter on my neck and shoulders. We rolled around until we could pull the covers out and then settled down underneath them. Walter sighed heavily and looked at Mulder. "Uh, should I say thanks?" Mulder chuckled. "Not necessary." "Well, thanks anyway, for being a bit braver than I was." "My pleasure," he said sleepily. "Was it?" Walter asked with genuine curiosity. Mulder lifted his head to look him in the eye. "Yeah, it was different, but it made me hot." Walter smiled and buried his nose in the back of my neck. "God, you two are going to be the death of me." "Not yet I hope," I quipped. "I'm not done with you yet." "Good to know," he muttered. After a pause, he said, "Your turn next." Mulder smiled slyly and winked at me. "Got him," he whispered in my ear. I felt Walter's lips smile against my shoulder. "Yeah, you got me," he whispered back. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring. None of us did. Any one of us could be gone tomorrow. In the meantime, I made a vow to myself. No more denial. I was going to suck the joy out of every minute of life that I could. If the rest of the world found out and didn't understand our situation, too bad. They'd just have to deal with it. THE END.