The Price of Denial by tbishop27@aol.com Classification: V, UST MSR-SMUT Rating: NC 17 Spoilers: Not really Summary: Mulder and Scully discover the error of their ways the hard way. Archive: Sure, but please tell me where so I can drop by. Disclaimer: They're all mine! Chris Carter too! Can love slaves sue their masters? God, I hope not. Feedback: Please do. Warning: Flames will be forwarded to that dark part of my writer's imagination that roams the night in search of victims. Author's note: It's not always sweetness and light. Sometimes it's like dark chocolate fudge with nuts. The Price Of Denial He was furious with her. In the more than six years they'd been together as partners he could never remember being so angry with Scully. What had begun as a simple disagreement about a case report, quickly turned into a fight about trust and then escalated into something much deeper and uglier than either of them understood. It seemed irreversible damage had been done. They'd yelled and screamed and called each other some unforgivable names. Thank God their office was in the basement or the whole Hoover building would now be a buzz with gossip about Mr. and Mrs. Spooky and the impending divorce. Okay, so they were through. If she really thought he was as self-absorbed and egotistical as she had said, then let her go. In fact, good riddance. It would be a welcome change not to have the constant distraction of Dana Scully in his life anymore. 'Go ahead, Scully, leave me. You've been thinking about it for years. If you think you have the guts to actually go this time, I won't stop you.' And her last words to him as she stormed out of the office that afternoon, 'We're through, Mulder! It's over! I never want to see you again!' But he wasn't through. Not yet. There was just no way in hell that he was going to let her get in the last word. He was on his way to her apartment right now to tell her exactly how much he wouldn't miss her after she was gone from his life. She needed to be put in her place after the things she'd said to him today. And he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get in some parting shots of his own now that he'd had time to put together a few good hits to her ego. His eyes gleamed with anticipation and fury as he rounded the corner to her apartment and saw her car parked in front. After parking his own car, he dashed across the street to her apartment house. Within seconds he was at her door, pounding hard with his fist. He waited. No answer. He pounded again. "Open the God damn door, Scully!" he roared. Nothing still. "If I have to I'll use my key!" If I have to I'll kick the fucking door down. "You do and I'll shoot your ass!" Came her equally angry reply from the other side. "Go away, Mulder! I told you we're through!" "Well, I'm not through yet! I've got a few things I want to say to you before we get the hell out of each other's lives!" He put his key in the lock and opened the door. The cold steel of Scully's Sig greeted him, the cold steel in her eyes was a far more deadly threat. "Fuck you, if you think you're going to get closure from me, Mulder! Now get the hell out of my apartment!" "Get that thing out of my face!" His eyes were as dark as she'd ever seen them. He took two steps towards her, ignoring the gun and causing her to have to hastily back up. He slammed the door behind him and with one quick move knocked the gun out of Scully's hand. She let out a cry of pain and dove after the weapon. He pounced on top of her pinning her to the floor face down. "No, you don't," he warned threatening and low in her ear. She was pressed hard to the floor under the weight of her six foot tall partner. And as she reached for her gun he grabbed both her wrists so rough they hurt. His fingers gripping her with enough pressure to bruise. Her hand still stung from the blow he'd used to disarm her. She struggled under him, hot angry tears filling her eyes. "Damn you...get off me!" He was too strong. She had never realized before how muscular Mulder's arms were. Rigid with tension, her partner's form had become threatening and dominant. She hated herself for feeling aroused by their position. "I'll get off you when I'm through." It was said in a rumble that caused her to catch her breath and turned her insides to liquid. "Leave me alone, Mulder." She had meant it as a threat but it came as a feeble plea because of the effect he was having on her. She struggled vainly to free herself. Having his beautiful partner squirming and wiggling frantically beneath him was profoundly affecting Mulder too. His anger was quickly being over come by the sexual tension of this situation. The farewell speech he'd rehearsed on the way to her apartment now all but forgotten. He was enjoying his brut power over her. It was very gratifying after their argument to have this physical release. "I'll leave you alone when I'm fucking good and ready." She could feel him growing hard with arousal, his body pressed closely against hers. It both alarmed and excited her that he would treat her this way. She didn't know this Mulder. This man who would force his way into her apartment and attack her in his anger. Her Mulder would never do such a thing. She feared what else he might be capable of in this state. "Please..." She tried, but lost the words as he began nipping and kissing the back of her neck. She grew wet and at the same time more frightened. "Please what, Scully?" He whispered it right into her ear, then worked a little magic with his tongue in the same spot. She shivered. Her reply was breathless and weak. "Don't do this." She wanted her anger back, but she could find only fear and her pathetic cravings for him. She needed the fury again that had been with her in their office that afternoon. But it was gone, leaving her with little will to resist his aggression. He could feel her go limp under him now as she sobbed quietly. He rolled her over, keeping her body trapped beneath him, refusing as he did so to look at her face. He couldn't. He just wanted to get back at her for all the things she'd said to hurt him that afternoon. And for once he didn't want to deny the desire that had tortured him all these years unfulfilled. He brought his mouth down hard and kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips and exploring the sweet taste he'd longed for. How satisfying the flavor of her lips taken so brazenly without her permission. How's that for insensitive, Scully? She'd been so cruel to him. God, it was incredible to dominate her like this. His tongue probed deep into her mouth, conquering her and taking what he was certain she would never willing give to him. His rough kissing caused her to renew her struggle against him. He pulled back from her mouth. "Hold still!" He demanded loudly, his eyes black with desire and contempt for her. He was thrilled when she jumped at his words and then obediently stopped resisting. "That's better." He said, much softer this time. Then he moved both her hands up over her head so he could pin them down with just one of his. Using his free hand he began unbuttoning her blouse. Watching as each tiny pearl he unfastened revealed another precious piece of her milky flesh to his yearning eyes. He licked his lips in anticipation. She closed her eyes. Oh, God! No..no..no..not like this, Mulder, please...not like this. I love you, damn it! Don't do this to me. She wanted to tell him. But as his hand moved inside her bra to fondle her breasts and squeeze her nipples she could only lay frozen beneath him. There was no gentleness in his touch as he explored and took from her. He brought his mouth down now to feed off her flesh like a hungry predator. Her tender nipples stung as he nipped and pulled at them with his greedy mouth. Her sobs fell on deaf ears. He was a man possessed, consumed by his unbridled passion. She'd destroyed his life this afternoon when she said those things and ended their partnership, their friendship forever. Didn't she understand how much she was hurting him by leaving? He needed her in his life. He loved her. She was everything to him, his whole fucking God damn world. He couldn't live without her. Damn her and her stubborn rationalism. Why couldn't she just believe for once in her life? Why couldn't she believe for him... in him? His anger raged again and he reached down and began tugging her skirt up until his hand had free access to her now damp silk panties. From somewhere outside of the darkness that consumed him Mulder heard a voice that struck him like a bolt of lightning and shattered his intent. "I love you, Mulder. Please stop. Please... please." She cried, her body now trembling uncontrollably. Those words drew his eyes back to hers. He was horrified by what he saw there. So much fear. It was as if he suddenly awoke from some horrible nightmare and realized what he was about to do. "Jesus!" He backed off of her and quickly moved away until he was curled up against the wall. "Jesus, Scully, what the hell am I doing?" He was breathing hard. As he looked at her still laying there so exposed, so frightened, he felt sick to his stomach knowing he was solely responsible for this latest horror in her life. He'd nearly raped Scully. Raped her. What kind of a sick fucking bastard was he? He loved her, how could he do something like that to her? He shut his eyes and buried his face in his hands unable to look at her any more. For a long time he just listened to her quiet sobs as penance for his horrible sin. Nothing tore at him like hearing Scully cry. It was as if each tear the woman shed originated in the depths of his own tortured soul. And he cried with her. In his grief and guilt he didn't hear her move towards him. He jumped when he felt the heat of her touch on his hand. He had to force himself to look at her. "Scully. Get away from me." It was both a plea and a warning. "Stay far away from me." He didn't trust himself anymore. It was too much. His desire for her was overwhelming at this moment. And knowing that he was capable of taking her against her will scared the shit out of him. She didn't heed his words. On the contrary. Scully actually put her arms around him as if to offer him comfort. He shoved her away. "Don't touch me, Scully! Damn it, I'm warning you! Stay away unless you want me to finish what I started." "Maybe I do." She said it so low he wasn't sure if he'd really heard her speak the words or if he'd only imagined it. "What?" This time she spoke louder and yet he still could not believe his ears. "Maybe I do, Mulder." "You don't mean that, Scully. You don't want me to force myself on you." "I've wanted you for so long. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't incredibly turned on by what just happened. God, Mulder! I was going out of my mind this afternoon in our office when you were screaming at me and slamming your fist into the wall. You were out of control. So... dangerous. Like a wild animal. And I couldn't stop myself, I kept provoking you, wanting to see more." To say that her confession surprised him was a colossal understatement. He was shocked. But he was also aroused by the revelation of her intimate secret. This was a part of Scully that she'd never let him see before. "Do you like dangerous men?" She nodded and risked a glance his way, chewing nervously on her lip. Damn it all, she was driving him crazy. "Why is that?" She'd thought about this many times before. She shrugged. "Why do people like roller coasters? The thrill of the fear of what could happen. The excitement of the perceived risk." Jesus, she was so hot. "You like to lose control when you're having sex?" Scully visibly shuddered and drew in a shaky breath. "God yes, Mulder." She whispered. Now that he saw the effect his words were having on her, he was drawn closer again. "Do you like to be dominated?" It was said in a voice that dripped with seduction. A voice that was like gasoline on the flame of Scully's passions. She bit her lower lip hard and squeezed her eyes shut tight, nodding once again. God, what was she doing? How could she have shared something that intimate with him? Everything was suddenly so fucking out of hand. Why? Had they finally reached the point where neither of them were strong enough to fight this thing anymore? She'd never once imagined that it would be this way if something were to happen between them. Out of anger? Out of violence? That's not the way it was supposed to be. Instead of tender love making or passionate sex they were discussing domination and her kinky sexual appetite for dangerous men. She was actually glad Mulder had a fondness for naughty videos, at least he wasn't frightened off by her dark side. If anything it seemed to entice him. When she finally managed to find the courage to open her eyes again, the look Mulder was giving her took her breath away. It could only be described as raw lust, like she was something he wanted to devour, some*thing* not some*one*, an object of his deepest desire. The burning ache between her legs grew stronger... hotter... unbearable. Jesus, she wanted him. It had to happen. Everything and everyone else be damned. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She wanted him now! "Mulder... please. I can't take this anymore." She'd go out of her mind if he denied her. For ten excruciating long seconds he only stared at her. She was in hell. She could feel the flames around her, the suffocating heat. Her soul anguished with the damned. And then he delivered her. Like a wild cat he pounced. A few frenzied moments where they tore off clothes and then... ecstasy. Flesh on flesh, they couldn't touch each other enough. Mulder's hands roamed rough and desperate over soft toned curves. Scully's fingernails raked and clawed across muscle. Mouths once starved now feasted on hot deep kisses that burned and soothed simultaneously. Slick probing tongues dueled and danced. Teeth nipped and tugged at soft swollen lips. Scully moaned as Mulder's hands found her breasts and began kneading them with exigency. His fingers rolled and pinched and pulled at her nipples inflicting just enough pain to stimulate, to make them grow hard. She arched her back wanting more...yes, more! He could no longer ignore the screaming demand from his groin. Inside her NOW! It told him. He positioned himself at her entrance and brought one hand down to guide himself in. God, she was wet. Dripping with need and so ready for him. He tore his lips from hers, pulling back from their kiss just long enough to make sure. "Scully?" His eyes searched hers for permission. God in heaven, was he serious? She could feel his steel ready to penetrate her. Enough! "Do it, Mulder! Take me now!" She wrapped her legs around his hips and he thrust into her. "Oh God!" He filled her completely and pushed for more. "So..tight, Scully." He rasped. She clung to him as he pressed deeper into the slickened warmth of her. He wanted her to take all of him, every inch. He wanted to lose himself in the incredible pleasure of this woman that he loved more than life itself. This was wonderful. This was perfect. This was heaven. This was Mulder. For too long she'd yearned and dreamed of what it would be like. And now, at last, she knew. It was not his size, although God had certainly blessed him, she'd known bigger. He just felt like he belonged in her. Like she had finally found what she'd been missing all her life. This time she shed tears of joy. His racing heart nearly stopped dead. She was crying. Christ, he was hurting her! He tried to pull out but she wouldn't let him, her legs squeezed tight around his ass. She shook her head at his worried look. And then she smiled at him, a beautiful, sensuous, happy smile that told him everything he needed to know. He moved back and forth in her a few times, slowly, stretching her until he could bury himself to the hilt. And then he began a steady rhythm that she immediately matched as if they'd been doing this their entire lives. He looked down at their joining, amazed to see himself sinking into her over and over. Scully. This was Scully. Being inside her felt more right than anything he had ever done. It was so unfuckingbelievably good. "Faster, Mulder. Harder." She urged him. Her fingernails digging into his shoulders. She didn't have to ask twice. He drove into her with everything he had. Ramming as deep as he could go. Harder... harder... harder still. Scully screamed her approval. "Yes! God! Oh...yes!" Hearing her scream like that shoved him over the edge. He thrust into her satiny depths once more and his body went rigid, an ecstatic groan escaping from his open mouth. He thrust again spilling more of his cum into her. She cried out his name and started contracting around him. One more buck of his hips and he collapsed on top of her, spent and prickling with the aftermath of his climax. Her orgasm hit hard. She'd been chanting his name in her head to block out everything else as the pleasure increased and built upon itself. When the release came, when she came, she screamed out "Mulder!" for all the world to hear. He stayed on top of her until the big waves subsided. Then he carefully rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She lay content and tingling on his chest, her walls occasionally contracting around him still within her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, making her shiver with the memory of her high. He gently played with a lock of her hair, admiring the familiar, brilliant red, up close. Closer than they had ever been. As close as it was humanly possible for two people to be. Bending his neck forward he kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Scully." He whispered into her vibrant, vanilla scented trusses. She tipped her head up to look at him and smiled, her eyes revealing more than words could ever say. "Oh, brother." She teased and snuggled back under his chin, feeling his body beneath her as it shook gently with silent laughter. Finis Life is too short to drink bad wine.