TITLE:		Awoken 2:  Reciprocation
AUTHOR:		Finding Fiji
EMAIL:		findingfiji@yahoo.com
FEEDBACK:	Yes, please!! 
RATING:		17+
CLASS:		VR  MSR 
SPOILERS:	Of course not.
DISCLAIMER:	These beloved characters belong to David Duchovny
		and Gillian Anderson.  I am neither him nor her.  
SUMMARY:	Revenge was promised three months ago.  Tonight,
		Mulder plans on finding out just how sweet it can be.
NOTES:	This story is written as a sequel to "Awoken".  You
		don't have to have read that to understand this, but
		it would certainly be helpful!  

		This story contains Mulder and Scully engaging in
		consensual, but somewhat funky sex.  If bondage or
		mild dominance offends you, or if you are under 18
		please stop reading here.  I mean it…right here!
		Are you still reading?

		Many, many, many thanks to my two wonderful
		Beta readers Sdani & Adara.  Their assistance is
		invaluable. 







If she knew what was going to happen to her tonight, she never would 
have come here.  She never would have casually let herself in my front 
door, kicked off her shoes, and thrown her purse into a corner.  She 
never would have kissed me hello, offered me the lasagna she had 
bought, and poured us both glasses of wine.  She never would have had 
that first glass, or the second, or the third.  She never would have 
snuggled into me after dinner as we took turns channel surfing.  And 
she never ever would have fallen asleep.

But she did.  

With every single gesture she made tonight, I felt more heady with 
arousal.  With awareness.  I was fully cognizant of what the night was 
to bring, and she was blissfully naïve.  When she innocently announced 
she was headed off to bed I almost chortled in response.  Instead, I 
replied that I would be shortly behind her and wished her sweet dreams.  

She probably doesn't even realize the significance of the date. Three 
months ago, to the day, my straight-laced, well-behaved, demure 
partner woke me up from peaceful slumber.  But she didn't wake me 
with a soft kiss and a whispered "Mulder".  No, I was roused from my 
sleep with her cherry red lips sucking on my rapidly growing erection.

What could possibly be wrong with that, right?  Well, nothing, were it 
not for the fact that she had me tied spread eagle to her bedposts.  As 
soon as I was coherent she was torturing me with every imaginable 
pleasure she could think of.  But torture it was, since I was unable to 
touch her or see her promiscuously clad body hovering over me.  

So, I did what any red-blooded American male would have done.  I lost 
it.  I screamed, and begged, and cried out against my bonds.  I pleaded 
and bargained with her, promising anything in exchange for my release.  
In short, I gave her the exact reaction she wanted.   

Since that fateful evening life has returned to normal.  We remain 
partners, friends, and lovers, though not necessarily in that order.  I 
have been able to let go a bit more in the bedroom, allowing her this 
last bit of me that I have always held back.  In return, neither of us have 
ever mentioned that night.  If I didn't have small bruises on my wrists 
from my fighting against my restraints the next morning, I would have 
thought it was all a dream.  

Regardless of what I will or will not admit aloud, that evening was the 
pinnacle in my sexual experiences as far as pure hedonistic pleasure is 
concerned.  Never before had I allowed a lover to take control, fearful 
of what I might lose.  Yet, when Scully had done it, I had only gained.  
So, now I am anxious to return the favor, and perhaps even exact a bit 
of revenge….

I pry myself away from her body gently and she sighs and snuggles 
deeper into the covers.  Scully always sleeps soundly when there is 
alcohol running through her system, and after three glasses, I'm sure 
she is out like a light.  Just the same, I am as quiet as possible as I go 
about setting things up.  

The first thing I do is tie the bonds to the bed posts.  I considered doing 
this before she arrived tonight, but I was afraid she would notice.  So, 
I'm resigned to doing them now.  As I tie them, the fuzzy end falls 
against my leg and I smile with memories of the night she used them on 
me.  In a stroke of luck, I actually found these buried in the bottom of 
her underwear drawer.

Don't ask what I was doing in that drawer.  I'll never tell.

Once they are all firmly tied, I clear off my one nightstand.  I am loathe 
to leave the room for a few minutes, but I have to fetch a few things 
from other rooms.  I can only hope that she doesn't wake up while I am 
away.

When I return she is still lying in the same position she was when I left 
her, none the wiser.  My hands are filled with various toys, and I lay 
them down in the empty space.  

Settling down next to her, I tenderly stroke her face.  Her cheeks are 
becomingly flushed and her eyelids flutter softly in her sleep.  To me, 
she resembles an angel.  For a moment, I actually consider not going 
through with my plans.  She looks so pure, so innocent, so tender.  
Then I remember what she did to me and my vigor is renewed tenfold.  

I take her small hand in mine and tug gently until it is lying in the 
corner of the bed.  I abandon it there so I can reach down and pick up 
the cuff dangling from its strap.  I widen it with my fingers and slowly 
begin the ease it around my lovely partner's tiny wrist.  

Before I know what's happening, it is tightening around my own wrist 
and Scully is clamoring her way to the other side of the bed.  

"Scully?!"  My voice comes out in squeaky shock at this turn of events.  
I am in a daze, and barely aware of her tugging on my opposite wrist, 
until I lose my balance and fall face down into the mattress.  By the 
time I fully understand my now compromised position and begin to 
struggle against her, my upper body is firmly secured.  

"Scully!!"  I holler, hoping sheer volume will make her question her 
actions.  When she begins tying down my right leg, I realize that course 
of action will not work this evening.  As quickly as I started, I stop my 
shouting.  Having the neighbors pounding on the door or calling the 
police is not how I want this evening to end.  

My feet kick in token protest against her strength, but there is no real 
effort behind it.  She's already gained the upper hand, and I know it's 
best to save my strength.  

She steps around the side of the bed to look at me and I try to match her 
gaze with a challenging one of my own.  Her first words this evening, 
surprise me. 

 "You're on your stomach, Mulder."  

"You're feeling observant tonight, eh, partner?"  I tease, feigning a 
cockiness I wish I felt.  

"It's just not exactly what I had planned, but it will work."

"What you had planned?!"  I exclaim, trying to raise myself up on my 
elbows, but losing my balance and falling back down on my nose.  

"What, you think you're the only one who could make plans for 
tonight?  How ignorant do you think I am?  All night long you were 
walking around like the cat that ate the canary."  

I try to wrap my mind around that new information, process it, and 
figure out how to handle things.  Instead of bargaining with her though, 
my mind comes up with nothing but a wise ass remark.  "It wasn't 
exactly the canary I was planning on eating tonight.  As for the cat…"  
I attempt a leer in her pubic region, but I don't think I succeed.  

Scully chuckles and walks out of my line of sight.  "I'd be careful what 
you say, Mulder.  I'm sure the last thing in the world you want me to 
feel the need to do tonight is punish you."  She taps my backside lightly 
and I jump at the contact.  I'm not so sure I agree with her words, but I 
keep my mouth shut.  

Turning my head, I watch as Scully picks up the items I had placed on 
the nightstand.  "Is this a dildo, Mulder?"

Positive that I'm blushing and hoping she can't see my cheeks in the 
dim light of the room, I answer with a nod.  

"Were you planning on using it on me?"  She doesn't sound angry, but 
I can't quite identify the emotions in her voice.

I offer her another nod and she places it back down, taps her finger 
against her chin, and appears to be deep in thought.  Sitting down on 
the bed next to me, she runs her nails gently down my back and I shiver 
visibly.  "Do you know your safeword?"  

Instead of responding, I bury my face in the pillow.  Suddenly the 
reality of this situation hits me full force.  My evening has been quite 
succinctly flipped upside down, and once again, I am the captive.  
There is no doubt in my mind that my partner will once again reduce 
me to the quivering, trembling, helplessly aroused creature that I was 
exactly three months ago.  The terror that I feel is not entirely 
unpleasant, but not entirely enjoyable either.  

"Do you want to use your safeword, Mulder?"  She sounds less 
confidant now, and I'm surprised that I want to reassure her.  She needs 
to know that this is ok, that in some secret part of me, I want this more 
than I can admit, even to her.  

"No."  My scratchy voice seems loud to my own ears.

"But you do know what it is?"  

"Yes."  

"Say it to me."  Any hesitation that she felt is completely gone with my 
admission that I don't need her to stop this.  Somehow, I find this fact 
embarrassing.  The fact that I am encouraging this, encouraging her, 
makes blood rush both to my face and my groin.  My body is 
thoroughly confused.

"Apollo."  I mutter into the pillow, repeating the word as she requested.  

"Good boy."  She praises, and I appreciate the compliment without 
evaluating why.  Her fingertips are still tracing irregular patterns across 
my back.  "Tell me what you were going to do with the stuff on the 
table."  

It is a command meant to be followed but I only grunt in response.  
What does it matter?  I'm not going to have the chance to follow 
through on anything I wanted to do tonight.

"I suggest you don't disobey me, Mulder.  I have no issues with leaving 
you like this and sleeping on the couch tonight."  

I pick my head up to look at her and realize she's not bluffing.  Scully 
can be a stubborn woman when she wants to be.  

"What do you want to know?" I ask, looking for specifics.  The only 
information I'm offering, is what she directly asks for.

"What were you going to do with the ice?"  

"Rub it on your body.  Tease you with it…"  I'm cautious with my 
answer, but honest.  It's no secret that I have a much easier time talking 
about sex than Scully does.  Maybe if she wants me to talk, I can gain 
back some of the control.  "I was going to rub it in circles around your 
nipples, Scully, and then suck them into my mouth.  I bet the contrast 
of hot and cold would have made you crazy."  

I hear her gasp, but she doesn't acknowledge what my words do to her.  
Reaching over, she picks up the feather I had left there and asks, "And 
with this?"

"Tickle you till you screamed.  Watch you squirm and writhe about in 
combined agony and ecstasy.  Laugh at you."  My words may come 
back to haunt me, but it is too much fun to gain this little bit of power.  
I know Scully well enough to tell when she's getting aroused, and even 
though she's trying to hide it, I can see it in her now.  

She touches the fake penis with the tip of her finger, not needing to ask 
the question verbally.  

"Fuck you with it, Baby.  I was gonna fuck you so good with it."  

She lets a moan out and I grin proudly at her.  One eyebrow raises, but 
besides that, I get no response to my arrogance.  Something tells me I'll 
regret it soon enough.

"Well, considering the fact that you obviously spent a good deal of time 
planning for tonight, I hate to see all your plans go to waste.  I suppose, 
I'll just have to take this stuff," she waves a hand in the general 
direction of the bedside table "and use it…on you."

My head pops up again, and she adds, "Exactly the way you planned to 
use it on me."  

"But…Scully…?"  Words fail me as I realize I can't bargain my way 
out of this.  My fate has been sealed, and I secretly thank the stars that I 
am in the hands of this red-headed doctor.  I can't imagine admitting to 
her how much I'm enjoying this or how much this is turning me on.  
Thankfully, I don't think I'll ever need to.  I'm sure she already knows.  

"Ice first, don't you think?"  She queries casually. 

Before my response can reach my lips, a cold cube is placed at the base 
of my neck and any words I am trying to form come out in a 
nonsensical yelp.  She begins to draw tiny circles with it, gradually 
getting larger as it begins to melt.  Tiny droplets of water escape over 
the side of my neck and run down onto my collarbone.  "Cold."  I 
mutter helplessly.

"Wow, they really did teach you something at Oxford."  She jests, and I 
grumble into the pillow.  In response she drags the ice cube up and 
plays with it and my earlobe.  Groaning, I accept that she will always 
have the upper hand tonight.  

Her movements are in no way hurried and she's already reaching for a 
new piece of ice before she is even finished with my neck and upper 
back.  I squirm away from each new place she puts the cube, but my 
bindings keep me from escaping.  There is pleasure in the sensations 
though, and I'm appreciative that I can't actually get away.  

Goosebumps rise up as she trails the frozen water up and down first my 
right arm, then my left.  The resulting moan leaves my lips unbidden, 
and I can sense her answering smile.  "That's right, Baby.  Go with it.  
Let yourself want this."  She whispers, much closer to my ear than I 
expected her to be.  Her words strike me to the core, both humiliated 
and relieved that she understands me as well as she does.

Outlining each of my vertebrae, she makes a path down my back, 
stopping just above my underwear.  Up until this point, I had forgotten 
the inconvenience that would be caused by them being there.  "Well, 
we have to take care of this."  She says decisively.  "I'll be right back, 
and I'll just leave this here."  At the end of her statement she tucks the 
still large chunk of ice underneath the elastic band and rises off the bed.

"Scully, that's freezing!" 

"I thought we already covered this, Mulder.  Maybe they really didn't 
teach you all that much over in England."  Her remark is punctuated by 
the bedroom door clicking closed.  Seconds tick by for an eternity 
before the cold finally begins to drive me insane.  Deciding that, 
despite my compromised position, I still might have a chance for relief, 
I begin to buck my hips in hopes of dislodging the maddening ice.  

Unfortunately, my plan backfires.  Before I can do anything to stop it, 
the cube slips free of the elastic and slides into my underwear.  Much to 
my horror, it continues sliding down, coming to rest right on the 
sensitive skin of my perineum.  The cold shocks my body and I react 
the only way I can think of.  I scream.

Scully comes rushing in to check on me and immediately sees my 
predicament.  "What did you do, Mulder?"  She asks in a patronizing 
voice.

"I…was trying to…please, Scully…"  Apparently all my vocal skills 
are frozen as well, and I can't even find the words to beg her to move 
the ice.

"You should have stayed still."  She chastises me and then presses the 
cube firmly against my body.  I wail loudly and wiggle desperately to 
free myself from her.  Yet, much to my confusion, I'm acutely aware 
that my erection is throbbing more now than it has all night.  Despite 
the coldness in such close proximity, it is as hot as ever.  

Scully waits until the ice is almost completely melted before finally 
removing it from my now wet underpants.  Then, with the scissors she 
apparently obtained during her absence, cuts away the offending article.  
"I think that's enough with the ice for tonight, don't you?"  She asks 
cheerfully.

Groaning loudly, I bob my head up and down thankfully.

"You made it much worse on yourself than I was going to, Mulder.  
That should teach you to let me have control and don't try and fight 
anything tonight."

I shake my head into the pillow.  It's easy for her to recommend I just 
sit back and enjoy the ride, so to speak, but she's not the one 
experiencing all these crazy sensations.  She is not the one who has the 
undeniable knowledge that in less than an hour her brain will abandon 
all reasonable, logical thought and consume itself with the pursuit of 
hedonistic pleasure.  No, that is my knowledge, my brain, my pleasure.  

As I pity myself, Scully is rustling around next to me.  I listen as she 
loudly gulps the water that collected from the melted ice.  As an 
afterthought, she plucks one of the smaller cubes from the glass and 
offers it to my lips.  Greedily I suck it into my mouth and relish the 
sensations of the coolness sliding down my throat.  

Unfortunately, the bliss brought about when she quenched my thirst is 
less than momentary, because precisely at the moment I swallow the tip 
of a feather is lightly brushing against my extremely ticklish side.  My 
resulting yelp is disturbingly girly.  

I immediately begin squirming, putting much more energy into trying 
to escape the ticklish tendrils than I did the previous icy torture.  
Coldness is one thing, but this…this is just cruel!  All my wiggling is 
completely fruitless due to the security of the bonds.  Hoots of laughter 
are escaping my mouth, unbidden and unwanted.  The admission that is 
inherent in each chuckle or guffaw is that I am secretly enjoying this.  
For a man who is so devoted to the truth, I would do anything to 
conceal it now.  

"Scully, please!  Just give my sides a break!!  I'm begging you!"  It's 
true, I am begging her.  I feel like I can't possibly stand one more 
gentle swipe of that feather along my rib cage.  

However, I have forgotten a cardinal rule of life.  Whenever you think 
things are bad, they can always get worse.  

"OK."  She agrees.  Before I have time to consider this sudden gesture 
of good will, the tip of the feather dances lightly across my naked 
bottom.  

"Sculleee!!!"  I holler directly into my pillow.  The muffled sound is 
still very loud.   

"Don't make me gag you, Mulder."  She threatens, all the while 
alternating between long and short strokes up and down my ass.  I am 
desperate to be released and begin bucking up and down wildly.  
Although the result does nothing to free me, the sensation of fucking 
my mattress is certainly a pleasant one.  Much better than that damned 
feather.  Besides, my wild movements make it hard for her to maintain 
a gentle pressure with that tickle-torture device.  

"Mulder."  She warns again, unspoken repercussions apparent in her 
tone.  I try to still myself, I really do, but the sensations are just too 
much.  I start humping the bed again, begging her to forgive me as I do.  

Before I can gain any real relief, she swings one leg over my body and 
mounts my back.  I am instantly aware of her very wet pussy against 
my spine and I groan loudly.  I want to tell her how sexy it feels to me, 
but I have forgotten how to speak.  That's a small price to pay for what 
I'm experiencing here.  

"One last toy on that table, Mulder."  She warns, before reaching over 
and picking up the dildo I had placed there earlier in the evening.  I 
have no idea what she's planning on doing with it, and I try to ask, but 
again words fail me.  

"What was it you said you were going to do?  Fuck me with it?"  
Scully's voice is dripping sex as she throws my own words back at me.  
"How would you like me to fuck myself with it while you watch?"  

I can only pray that Scully will interpret the vigorous nodding of my 
head as a yes.  Please, please, please, Scully, there is nothing I would 
want more right now!  

Just as my fantasy begins to form itself in my mind, she cuts into it 
with a realization.  "It's a shame you can't see me when I'm sitting on 
your back.  Otherwise, I bet you'd really like this show."  

Biting the pillow fiercely, I shake my head back and forth unable to 
believe she's doing it again.  Just like last time, she's making me 
picture her in the sexiest of scenarios without being able to see her.  It's 
beyond torture…it's sadistic.  I try to tell her so, but all I squeak out is 
"Please…Scul…no…need…see…"  This is worse than that 
pornographic Tarzan I watched once.  The thought makes me laugh, but 
it's a self-deprecating chuckle.  

"Oh, Mulder.  It's so deep inside me.  Feels so good!  Oh, yes!"  She 
squeals and I feel her hips take up a steady rhythm, fucking that 
damned fake dick while she's on my back.  

Suddenly I find my voice again in full force.  "Scully, you are so gonna 
pay for this!  I'm gonna fuck you till you can't even think anymore.  
I'm gonna do this to you, Scully.  Payback is such a bitch!!"  My voice 
is a predatory growl and in response…she laughs.

She fucking laughs!  

"You're…not in…a position…to…be…making 
threats….Mulderrrr…." She gasps out, drawing out the 'r' in my name 
into a delicious purr.  

I am about to throw out a rebuttal, to argue with her, but her thighs 
clench my hips in a vice-like grip.  I know exactly what that means.  
Scully is about to have a super hard orgasm, and even if I can't see it, 
I'm certainly not going to entirely miss out on it.  

"Oh….God…Yes….Yes…Oh, fuck!...YES!!"  Scully's body grows 
impossibly tighter around me, and then falls forward shaking and 
quivering onto my thighs.  The toy she'd been using rolls off my back 
and onto the bed beside me.  In my limited line of sight I can see the 
head of the faux-penis, glimmering in the soft light, covered with her 
wetness.  

I'd love to let her come down from the high like I normally do, but I'm 
a little too wound up right now.  I need something…soon!  

"Scully.  Please…help."  It's the best plea I have.  It's the only thing I 
can think of.  

She's up and moving in a heart beat, all thoughts of teasing me gone.  
She knows how patient I've been.  I can feel her shuffling around my 
thighs and then I feel two small hands trying to lift my hips in the air.  
Assuming she's going to give me a hand job, I quickly comply, anxious 
beyond reason to finally obtain this release.  

What I don't expect is to suddenly feel her hair tickling my stomach or 
her hands on my backside.  "Scully?"  I ask, confused as to what she 
expects.

"Fuck my face, Mulder.  Please."  She sounds like she wants it so 
desperately I almost don't even question it.  It takes every ounce of 
control I possess to keep myself from immediately thrusting into her 
waiting lips.

"I don't have enough control, Baby.  Don't wanna hurt you."  I try and 
explain and hope I've done a good job.  Each syllable is difficult to 
form, my body consumed entirely with lust.  

"You won't hurt me, Mulder.  I'll slap your ass if I need you to stop, I 
promise.  Now do it.  Fuck me, Baby."  

Whether it was her words or her breath on my throbbing erection I'm 
not sure but any hesitancy I had disappears and is replaced with nothing 
but desire.  Without a second thought I ease myself slowly down, 
searching for her warm lips underneath me.  

As soon as she kisses the tip and opens her mouth to bid me entrance, I 
know this wouldn't last long.  A few measly thrusts and I will be 
finished.  There is nothing I can do about it, so I will just have to enjoy 
the ride, however short.  

Scully's humming as I thrust in and out, but the sounds of my own 
pleasure are so loud I can only feel her rather than hear her.  I try to tell 
her how much I am enjoying all the sensations, how much I love her, 
and how wonderful this has all been.  Unfortunately, all I am able to get 
out is "Sculleeeee!!" before my orgasm overtakes me.  I can only wish 
she understands all the hidden meanings in her name.  

She does her best to swallow all she can but I'm vaguely aware some is 
dribbling down her chin.  Thankfully she scoots out from underneath 
me before I collapse onto the bed.  I'm aware that I'm talking as she 
undoes my bindings, but what I'm saying, I have no idea.  My voice 
seems to come from a place outside of myself and I hope I'm telling 
her how wonderful she is.  

"Scully?"  I finally hear myself say.

"Yes."  Her voice is so deep and husky.  I love it when she sounds like 
this.  It's as if she's overcome with sex.

"I really mean it this time.  You're going to pay."  

Her giggle makes me smile, even though I try not to.  "Oh, Mulder, you 
said that last time.  Never underestimate a Scully."

I grin lazily at her and with my last bit of energy haul myself up so my 
much larger body is hovering over her much smaller one.  I pin her, 
more with my intense gaze then my physical weight, and in a deep 
husky voice answer, "Yes, Scully.  But you, should never 
underestimate a Fox."