TITLE: For the Sake of Humanity EMAIL: cybill@pacbell.net AUTHOR: Cybill RATING: NC-17 CLASSIFICATION: MSR, SMUT SPOILERS: Red Museum KEYWORDS: Mulder/Scully Romance DISCLAIMER: If I owned them, they'd never make it out of bed to investigate. SUMMARY: What happened after they left Delta Glen and the folks of the Red Museum? Smut of course! WEBSITE: www.cybillxfilesopus.com FEEDBACK: Means so much to a writer. It's quick, easy, and cheap for you, but it's priceless to the person you're sending it to. Beta Thanks: Cratkinson, as always you stun me with your knowledge of the written English Language. I can only imagine how ridiculous I'd sound without you keeping me in line. Thank you for sharing that gift with me, and by extension, anyone who reads my tale. Big hugs to you, chickee! My dear Opus, thank you for making those hilarious comments and for cheering me on in a way only you can. This fic was created for a Virtual Season 2 of Smut challenge issued by the folks over at Fandomonium. Enjoy! XXXX I'm so happy to be home. This case was utter hell, though nothing spectacular happened, really. I didn't have a madman squeezing through my hotel vents. I didn't have to run off to Puerto Rico to find and save my oddball partner. Nothing like that. I did, however, have to come to terms with the fact that some type of shadowy group is using American citizens to test what my partner and I call "Purity Control." I get up from my computer, having finished my notes on the case in Delta Glen, WI. It involved beef and the Church of the Red Museum, and ended with that fatal shot to the one person Mulder and I wanted- no, needed to talk to. Yes, we lost the only connection we had to what was happening to that little town, to Deep Throat's death, and maybe even to the reason for my abduction earlier this year. So many questions left unanswered. How the hell am I supposed to get up in the morning and feel okay about what's happening out there? The same could be done to my baby brother's town, using him, his wife, and their two kids in some sick medical experiment. To further what or whose agenda? That's the problem. There's nothing but more questions. It seems that every rock we overturn just opens up the gates of hell. And we keep going. Willing soldiers, ready to fight the good fight. What a joke. Was my abduction not enough for them? How high do the stakes have to be until Mulder and I catch a break? Are we ever going to find the source, or just more rocks to uncover, lies scurrying around like so many night crawlers? Three knocks to my door bring me out of my useless thoughts. I look down at my pajama-clad form and say to hell with it. I go to answer the door without retrieving my robe, which was hastily discarded on my bed earlier. Mulder. I open the door and he looks at me, surprised. Has he seen me in my pajamas before? Not a big deal. They cover me, and besides, he's the one stopping by unexpectedly. "What can I do for you, Mulder?" "Well, you can invite me in for one thing," he grins and holds up a steaming cardboard box. "Pizza, Mulder? You shouldn't have." He laughs jovially at my retort. "Come on, Scully. You gotta eat, right?" "How do you know that I haven't already eaten?" Ah, touché! "Because, I know you. You spent the day unpacking, probably had a late lunch, took a bath and then spent the rest of the evening finishing up your case report on Delta Glen." I look at him, shocked. My mouth is opening and closing with my complete inability to come up with a response. "I was right, wasn't I?" He gloats and I clamp my mouth shut. "So, you just thought you'd stop by and bring me a pizza?" He nods and sets the box on the coffee table, then makes his way to the kitchen. What the hell is he doing? He enters again with plates and napkins in his hands. "I'm sorry, Mulder, who lives here?" "What?" He looks genuinely perplexed. "Never mind … make yourself at home." "I always do. You make that easy." I look at him, confused, and his eyes jump up to mine. "Uh, I mean, you have a very comfortable apartment. Very homey." I smile and he lets out the breath he was obviously holding. What's up with him this evening? I sit down next to him and turn to look at his profile. "Okay Mulder, enough with the act. Who did you piss off and who do I have talk to to get you out of it?" He closes the box lid and pushes his plate away from the edge of the table. "Tell me how you really feel about me, Scully?" His voice has an edge that I'm only privy to during inquisitions of the suspects we interview. I look at him, surprised. "Is that all you think about when you see me? That I've gotten myself into trouble and you're going to play mother to get me out of it?" I look at him and can't find the words to respond. Twice in one night, must be a record. "I just wanted to spend some time with you, Scully. Discuss what happen in Delta Glen. Hash over the details of how it all relates to the X-Files as a whole." "I'm sorry, Mulder. I spoke out of turn. It's just …" "Just what?" "We don't do this," I say, unsure of myself. Maybe it's the lack of a suit that's making me vulnerable and unclear about Mulder's motives. "This? Eat together?" His hands are clasped in front of him and his foot is bopping up and down sporadically. He's nervous and defensive. Interesting. "No, Mulder. Talk. You and I don't often talk like," I gesture to the food which he has decided to start dishing out, "like this." He shrugs his shoulders and nods. "Well, it's about time we start." He takes a huge bite of something looking mysteriously like vegetables on his pizza and smiles. I look over at my plate and pick it up, moving it into my lap. There are vegetables on this pizza. Squash, zucchini, olives, artichoke hearts. I can't believe he'd order something as healthy as this. "Mulder … I think we have ourselves an X-File. Look, there are vegetables on this pizza." "I figured you'd like that better than pepperoni. Especially after this case, I have no desire to eat anything in the meat family any time soon." We both laugh knowingly. "How is it that we weren't affected by the beef?" I ask around an artichoke I picked off the pizza and plopped into my mouth. "Don noh," he says, mouth full of food. He finishes the bite. "Maybe it's because we only had that one meal. Can't really say." "This is really good pizza, Mulder, and … you were, uh, you were right. I haven't eaten anything since lunch." He grins and continues munching on his second slice. Just as I'm about to grab another slice I notice a bit of ranch sauce from the pizza on the corner of his lip. He looks at me with the blob on his mouth and I can't help but smile, thinking back to when he wiped the sauce off my own face. I point towards his lips and he wipes the wrong side. I sigh and get closer to him to wipe it off. Without thinking I use my thumb and not the napkin I have clenched in my right hand. He grasps my wrist before I can move and licks the sauce off my thumb, swirling his tongue around the digit. The room heats up as if we're in an inferno. I hold perfectly still as he kisses the inside of my palm. "Thank you, Scully," he says and releases my wrist. I sit there staring at him, alternating between his eyes and glistening lips. He notices my gaze and inches a bit closer, as if to tell me a secret. "Oh, look, you've got something right…" his face is inches from mine. "Where?" I breathe out, not sure if I'm playing along or not. "Here…," and he's kissing me. His lips slide against mine lightly, mostly grazing them across his. He nips at my bottom lip and I open, dragging his bottom lip into my mouth. He moans as he deepens the kiss, his tongue entering, searching for its mate. They meet in the middle, as do our bodies, in a fierce embrace. Over a year's worth of lust has built up between us and that wall is crashing down, brick by brick. After what seems like eternity and only a moment at the same time, he pulls away. I whimper as our mouths part. His forehead leans against mine as we both take deep breaths. His hands slide down my back, the satin fabric providing a delicious friction against the bare skin underneath. I shiver in reply. His hands clutch my waist as we breathe against one another, our lips scant inches apart. I want nothing more than to devour him whole. "I'm … shit, Scully, I don't know what to say." He's retreating. I haven't had a man kiss me like that in ages and he's retreating. He doesn't move away from me, probably too afraid to see my response. "Are you sorry you kissed me?" He takes a deep breath. "I can't lie to you, Scully," he says miserably. "Are you?" "God, Scully … can we just go back to…." I pull away from his face and force him to look me in the eyes. "Are you sorry, Mulder," I say more sternly, not letting him look away. "No! I'm not sorry! I'm not! I've wanted to kiss you since the day we met!" He practically yells his response. "Well, that's good, because I'm not sorry either!" "What do you have to be sorry for?" he says, confused. "For this…," and I push him down onto his back and follow as he falls to the couch, my mouth immediately finding his. His hands clasp my cheeks reverently as he turns my face from to side to side, finding the best angle. Our teeth clash against each other; nipping, biting at anything and everything that comes between us. His hands then smooth down my back, gripping my ass and rolling his pelvis into mine as I straddle his hips. His movements against my center are intoxicating. I sit up, breathing deeply. He's staring at me, his eyes following my movements as I unbutton my pajama top. He licks his lips and it takes everything I have not to kiss that lick off, but I have more important things to do … like getting this damn top off! DAMN! What the hell is wrong with this button? "Jesus, Scully, you're killing me." He grips the flaps of my top and rips it open. The stubborn button goes flying. I hear it clink and roll along the floor. Where? I haven't the slightest, nor do I care much right now. My partner's hands skim up and over my stomach, bypassing my breasts. I sigh, somewhat annoyed that he isn't touching me where I need it most. "Mullldeerrr." "You're so … so breathtaking." His fingers skim my shoulders, then down the length of each bare arm. Goosebumps rise up on my heated flesh with each swipe of his fingertips. Instead of touching my breasts, he dips my head back, cupping it with his large hand, supporting its weight. I look up at the ceiling as my right nipple is suddenly encased in something warm, wet, and oh, so heavenly. "Oh, God," slips out between my parted lips, a sheer whisper. He groans around my breast in reply. I never thought it would be like this. I'd imagine having sex with my partner a hundred times before, maybe more. It never was this quiet in my dreams. Mulder is literally worshipping my body. His hands are skimming everywhere he can reach, light touches, meant to build up the passion. What he doesn't realize is that I don't need the passion built up. What I need his him, inside me … preferably right now! His mouth leaves my breast and is replaced by his large hands. His thumbs are lazily circling my nipples. It's maddening. If I don't have him soon, I feel as though I will implode from within. I lean up and look at him. He's continuing his hip rotation as he watches my body respond to him. His eyes are a smoky gray, pupils dilated. I lean over and swoop in for another scorching kiss. His tongue glides along mine as if it was meant for kissing me. My fingers make their way under his green t-shirt and drag it up and over his head. Skin to skin. Oh God. The feel of his skin is magnificent against mine. "I know, I know, Scully … it's just amazing," he whispers into my neck. I didn't realize I had said my thoughts out loud. I wiggle my fingers between our bodies as I take long drinks from his mouth. I get the button to his jeans unclasped and applaud myself for achieving my goal. Now if I could only get the zipper. He reaches between our bodies, our mouths never leaving the other and assists me with it. The second the zipper comes down, I insert my hand into the opening of his boxers and clasp my fingers around his length. "Jesus, Scully," he practically yelps, his hips surging toward my body. "I want you, Mulder," I say between clenched teeth as I move my hand over his length. "Scully, don't you know by now that you've always had me…," he completes with a moan. The thought of this man thinking he's been mine all this time fuels my desire. I need him within the confines of my body as soon as possible. I stand up, half dressed. He looks concerned and then tries to hide it, as if he's revealed too much. In one fluid motion I pull off my pajama pants and underwear. He gasps as he takes in my nudity. "Now you!" I demand. His movements are lightening fast. I've never seen someone kick off their shoes, toe off their socks and pull off jeans that quickly. Thank God, because I am in no mood to wait. The second he's completely nude, I straddle his body, poise myself over his sex and impale myself onto him. "Oh, Christ, Scuuulleeee … don't move!" he grates out. He has a kung fu grip on my hips that is sure to leave little finger-sized bruises tomorrow. Small price to pay for something this earth shattering. It took all I had not to come the second his cock plunged into me. It's been so long. Now I know why. No man will ever compare to what I feel for this one. He's taking deep breaths, trying to control himself. God, he's so beautiful. His face is flushed, brows are knitted together in concentration, his knuckles have turned white against the exertion of holding back, and his lips are swollen from my kisses. Then it dawns on me, I own this man. Not that I've ever been the type of girl to consider ownership of an individual, but I really think I do. I can see it on his face. He's holding out his own pleasure to wait for mine. I've never had a man care more about my needs than his own … ever. "That's because you were with the wrong men before," a little voice inside my head answers. He loosens his death grip on my hips and nods. That must be my cue to move. He opens his eyes and shoots me one of the sexist grins I've ever seen. My heart melts at the sight. I swivel my hips, testing the waters a bit. He licks his lips. I lean over and kiss him long and hard until were both breathless. I lean back up, steady my hands on his chest and lift my hips up and down. The first thrust makes us both close our eyes in pleasure and groan in unison. After long, slow thrusts, we both become frantic. He arches into me with a force I've never experienced before. I feel as though I'm riding bareback on a wild mare. Our bodies get slick with sweat as we ride the waves towards release. He lifts up and words like deep, and penetration, take on a whole new meaning for me. Plus, the angle change brings his pelvis in direct contact with the epicenter of my pleasure. I shout to the heavens above, where Mulder is a deity of his own making. His pleasure follows on the heels of my own release. I fall over him, breathless and sated. "Scully?" "Hmmmm," I mumble into his chest. I look up into those hazel depths which seem so much greener now. "I never thought I'd say this to you, but…." Oh no. Is he going to say he loves me? Will it only be because we just did the deed? The ugly thoughts swirl through my mind. I hold my breath. He cups my cheek and lifts the hair out of my face, placing it behind my ear. "You look like you've been thoroughly fucked, and fucked good." I laugh out loud and he joins in, laughing at his own little joke. I decide to tease him. "You know, Mulder, how can one really gauge whether or not one was fucked, and fucked good, without proper scientific evidence? There would need to be multiple experiments if we were to truly find the answer to the question at hand. You'd have to factor in positions, quality of the orgasms…." "Orgasms … meaning more than one?" "Of course. It's not scientifically impossible for a woman to achieve more than one orgasm in an evening." I'm using the most monotone voice I can muster to keep from laughing. "Is that right, Dr. Scully," he says with a leer. "Well, I don't have much research to go on…." "So then you'd need to experiment more to come to the proper conclusion?" "Yes, exactly. Care to join me in the research?" He smiles and licks my neck up to my ear. "For the sake of humanity, I'm willing to donate my body to science." "Oh, brother…," and his mouth is on mine. The End.