TITLE:  So Cruel: To Be So Kind (1/1)
AUTHOR:  Isahunter
RATING:  NC17
CATEGORY:  V
SPOILERS:  Up to "How the Ghosts Stole Christmas," S6
ARCHIVE:  Yes, with my name and all headers attached
FEEDBACK:  Isahunter@aol.com
DISCLAIMER:  These characters belong to Chris Carter, Ten-Thirteen, and FOX.
No infringement intended.  No money is being made off of this story.
SUMMARY:  Mulder gets a little revenge of his own.
NOTES:  This is a sequel to "So Cruel," which is available on the eXpositions
web site:  http://www.aliens.mcmail.com/isadiadem/

For Diadem, who gave me some great excuses to practice writing smut scenes.

NC17! (sexual situations) If you are under age, read no further.

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	Her footsteps echoed down the hallway, so distinctly Scully that he could
feel every little vibration deep down to his gut.  She was coming back,
returning to free him from her handcuffs.  She hadn't forgotten about him,
after all.
	Stopping outside the doorway, her keys jingling in her hand, she moved with
deliberate slowness.  Teasing.  Making him wait.  And when she finally opened
the door and stepped inside to see the broken desk chair lying on the ground,
she had no idea what hit her.  Or maybe she did.
	He grabbed her from behind, pulling her tight against his hard chest, caging
her with a steely embrace.
	She put up a good fight, struggling hard against the arms that imprisoned
her, but they both knew she wasn't giving it her all.  If she really wanted to
be free, she would've gotten her way.  She was an FBI agent, she knew how to
fight.  The fact that she hadn't yet fled his embrace was a sure indication
that she didn't want to.
	"How did you get loose?" she asked, her voice laced with something mingling
between panic and excitement.
	His own voice was so low and rough against her ear that she shivered.  "You'd
be surprised how resourceful I can be."
	Mulder wasn't about to tell her what really happened...that he'd had to break
his way out of the chair by smashing it against the wall.  That he'd had to
knock the phone of the hook and hit the speed dial button with his hands
behind his back, to call for help in getting out of his cuffs.  That Frohike,
of all people, had been the one to discover him with his pants around his
ankles and his hands bound behind his back.
	He'd never live that down.
	He wasn't sure which was worse: that Frohike had thought him to be the victim
of spiteful prostitute, or the truth...that he'd been bound and gagged by his
own partner.
	Her breath was coming fast out of her open lips, her chest rising and falling
rapidly under his arm.  "What are you going to do with me?"
	There was no mistaking the rapture in her voice this time.
	"I thought we might play a little game."
	She sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly fighting his hold on her more than
ever before.  It only served to make him grin.  She was still playing along.
If she really wanted free, she would've aimed for his shins or the instep of
his foot.  She did neither.
	After a moment she went still in his arms, her breath coming harsh and fast
out of her mouth.
	With his lips to her ear, he said, "Trust me, you'll like this game.  I'll
even let you win."
	"What kind of game?"
	"You taught me a few things about cruelty, Scully.  I thought it was about
time someone taught you about kindness."
	She started as he nuzzled her neck with his nose, nibbling at her pulse point
with sharp teeth.
	"Do you know the first rule of kindness, Scully?"
	"The Golden Rule."
	"That's right.  'Do unto others as you'd have done to you.'"
	Her pulse leapt at his words, and her head turned towards his desk, no doubt
searching the clutter for rubber bands.  She swallowed heavily.
	"Since you've already broken that rule, I'll just have to teach you another
one."  He caught her earlobe between his teeth, tugging lightly and grinning
at her responding moan.  "This one's real easy, sweetheart.  Just 'ask and you
shall receive.'"
	Her hands stopped clutching so desperately at his imprisoning arm.  "What?"
	"You could have had me all this time, Scully.  You didn't have to resort to
desperate measures.  I'm not an evil man.  I would have given you exactly what
you wanted.  All you had to do was ask."
	She released a shuddering breath.  Her hands slipped from his arm and came
down to wrap around the backs of his thighs.  With gentle hands, he turned her
in his embrace until she met his gaze.  If he looked anywhere near as wild as
he felt, she had good reason for that anxious look in her eyes.  Her gaze slid
over him, noting that he was still wearing his clothes from the day before.
Luckily, this time, his pants were zipped.  His tie hung loosely around his
neck, and he fingered it lazily.
	"I could gag you, just like you did me.  Fortunately for you, I want to hear
the little noises you make.  I want you to scream for me when I make you
come."
	"Damn it, Mulder, this isn't funny anymore."
	He continued, heedless of her words.  "But I can't have you knowing all of my
secrets, now can I?"  He shook his head at her angry stare.  "So I'm going to
blindfold you.  You may have noticed that I haven't cuffed you, either.  I
want you to be able to touch me.  But you'll also be able to remove the
blindfold, and I can't have that.  So let me tell you this--if I ever see your
hands moving towards your eyes, you will be punished."
	Before she could pull away, he towed her towards him and fastened the
blindfold in place.  His tie, which had been used to gag his mouth just the
day before, covered her eyes from his sight.  He wrapped it around twice,
making the knot behind her head nice and snug.
	As soon as he was done, he went about unbuttoning her shirt.  She didn't
protest, didn't push away, but just stood there in mute fascination, breathing
heavily, leaning upon his hands.  The red satin bra she wore beneath her shirt
made his breath catch.  He had no doubt that she'd worn it with just this sort
of encounter in mind.  She'd known she would have to release him from his
cuffs.  She knew exactly what would happen when she did.
	She'd been prepared, and so was he.
	"Mulder, this is crazy.  We shouldn't be doing this."
	"It's too late to turn back now.  It was too late yesterday.  You can't give
me a taste of forbidden fruit, and not expect me to hunger for more, Scully.
That's cruel."
	Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, grasping him and pulling him
closer.  "You shouldn't...we--this was supposed to be different.  I never
meant--"
	She was babbling.  He had to suppress the urge to laugh.  He'd noticed, a
long time ago, that Scully babbled when she was scared.  Never had it been
more evident than that trip to the haunted house in Maryland.  Her 'irrational
fear' had had her talking almost non-stop from the moment she stepped in the
door.  Now, however, she was torn between nervous chatter and curious silence.
Listening intently for his next move.  Waiting to feel his hands on her.
Anticipating what was to come, and dreading it just the same.
	Grasping her shoulders, he moved her backwards to the kitchen.  He didn't
stop until she bumped into the red and white tiled counter-top.  Her hands
came up behind her to grasp the edge, stabilizing her no-doubt shaky legs.
Her shirt hung loosely from her shoulders and with a flick of his fingers, he
let it fall away.  It landed in a puddle around her hips, still holding her
wrists hostage in the inverted sleeves.
	"So lovely," he murmured, running his knuckles over the soft swells of her
breasts.  "Have you any idea how often I think about this?  About what you
look like under those suits?  How soft your skin is and what...what color your
nipples are?"
	Scully bit her lip, leaning heavily on the counter behind her.  Unable to see
what he was doing, she arched her back and pressed herself more firmly into
his hands.  His touch was too light, unsatisfying, and she wanted more.
"Please, Mulder."
	He acted as if he hadn't heard her.  "You're softer than I expected."  His
thumbs slid over the voluptuous swells, coming to a rest at the edge of the
satin.  "I wonder if I was correct about the other guess."
	She flinched as he forced the satin cups of her bra down past her peaked
nipples.  The fabric bunched, causing her breasts to lift and jut out from
their crimson framework.  For several seconds he just stood there, staring at
her, making her heart beat rapidly to keep up with her struggling lungs.  A
flush swept over her chest, spreading to her face.  She was embarrassed.  What
the hell for?
	"I was right," he whispered, rolling one of her nipples between his fingers.
"Like blush roses."
	Her mouth opened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and he had no
choice but to follow its retreat.  He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into
her mouth and crushing her breasts against his chest.  His fingers clenched in
her hair, not allowing any escape.  As if she wanted to get away.
	His hand reached out blindly for the freezer door.  He pulled it open, the
seal making a sucking sound as it released.  He pulled her with him, never
releasing her mouth, making her shiver as the cold air washed over her chest.
Without a glance to see what he was grabbing, he yanked the box out of the
ice-maker and slammed it down on the counter.  She broke away from him at the
sound.
	Her lips were kiss-swollen and wet, and she tilted her head back to try to
see under the tie.
	"Uh-uh, no fair cheating."  Pushing the freezer door closed once more, he
reached for a piece of ice.  "You've got to play the game by the rules."
	She flinched at the touch of cold ice against her skin.  The frozen water
began to melt on contact, sending rivulets sliding over her flushed skin.
Over and around, teasing, gliding over feverish swells and valleys, almost but
not quite where she wanted it.
	"Please--"  Her voice was barely a whimper as she arched against his hand.
"Please, Mulder."
	"Please what?"
	She shook her head furiously, unwilling to say it.  She tore at the sleeves
of her shirt, freeing herself from its grasp.  Her hand wrapped around his,
trying to direct his movements, but she was no match for his strength.  Water
dripped down her torso, wetting the fabric of her jeans and sliding inside.
So cold it gave her goose bumps...and yet, she couldn't stop herself from
shamelessly leaning closer.  When his fingers finally skimmed the dripping ice
cube over her nipple, her fingernails bit into his chafed wrist and made him
yelp.
	So much for taking his time.  His free hand ripped at her jeans, yanking open
the button fly and nearly pulling her off her feet in the process.  Still
clutching the ice in his palm, he pushed his hand down into her satin panties.
	"Ahh, M--Mulder!"
	She gasped, standing on tip-toes to escape the cold.  At the same time, she
couldn't help rocking her hips against his searching fingers.  So wet.  She
was so wet, and getting wetter as the ice melted against her fiery center.  He
pressed the ice against her with the heel of his hand, using his fingers to
tease the damp, swollen folds between her legs.  His other arm wrapped around
her waist, bending her backwards, before his mouth descended on her glistening
nipple.  He sucked strong, his cheeks flexing with the effort, wringing a
hoarse moan from deep in her throat.  Her fingers were tangled so tightly in
his hair that he thought sure she was going to leave him bald.
	She tilted her hips rhythmically, trying to force his fingers inside of her,
but he wouldn't allow it.  He pulled his hand out of her sodden panties and
began pushing her jeans over her hips.
	She clutched at his shoulders, shimmying against him to help remove the damp
fabric.  She toed off her shoes, not giving a damn about her socks, and
stepped out of her jeans the moment they hit the floor.  Before he knew it,
she was trying to climb him like a tree.
	He pushed down the leg she had wrapped around his thigh.  "Not just yet."
	"You.  Inside me."
	"I will be," he said, lowering himself.  "Soon."
	The next thing she felt was his mouth, settled hot and insistent, over the
wet crotch of her panties.  She gasped, leaning into the sensation, whimpering
pitifully at the slow drag of his tongue over the satin.  He pulled her right
leg over his shoulder as he crouched on the kitchen floor, watching as she
braced herself by clutching the freezer door.
	Little pants fell from her lips, accompanied by breathless murmurs he
couldn't understand.  She leaned heavily upon him, forcing his head back on
his shoulders, rolling her hips to intensify his touch.  His hands grasped her
ass, holding her still while he nibbled the fabric.  He could taste her, just
the slightest salty tanginess, like tears.  It was more than appropriate.  Her
body was weeping for him.
	"Please, Mulder--"
	"What do you want from me," he whispered, teasing her with every movement of
his lips.
	"I want...mmm, I want you inside me."
	He pushed aside the leg band of her panties, slipping a thick finger past the
copper curls and into the tight wetness of her body.  "Like this?"
	"Oh, ahhh-ah...yeah...yes.  Mmmmore."
	"Like...this?"  Two fingers, plunging slowly in and out.
	She nodded convulsively, biting her lip, her thigh clenching over his
shoulder.  He could feel her muscles contracting around his fingers, milking,
and he wasn't at all surprised by the sudden tightness of his shorts.  A
slight twinge of discomfort tingled the base of his spine.  After what she'd
done to him the day before, he was amazed he wasn't in actual pain.
	His teeth nipped at her through the bunched fabric, causing her to flinch.
Torn between pulling away from the delicious torture and pushing herself even
harder against his mouth.  He sped up the rhythm of his fingers, until she was
literally sobbing with ecstasy.  Her forehead pressed hard against the freezer
door and her mouth left a red smear of lipstick behind.
	His back was to the refrigerator, his head tilted hard against his shoulders
and the metal, yet he wasn't about to move.  Not yet, not now.  This was too
good.  He couldn't see much more than her breasts pressed hard against the
door, but what he heard was enough to make his slacks feel about ten sizes too
small.  She was whimpering for him, calling his name, begging him to...to fuck
her?  God, he never expected to hear language like that come out of Scully's
mouth.  Then again, she'd done quite a few things lately that he'd never
expected her to do.
	He used his thumb to push aside the rest of the fabric over her crotch, and
fastened his mouth over her clit.  With barely the brush of his tongue, just
the slightest pull of his lips, she opened her mouth and screamed.
	His name.
	Her hips bucked hard against him, her thighs shook so violently he thought
she might fall, and her fingernails made an awful scraping sound against the
freezer door.
	As she slowly came down from the incredible high he'd flung her towards, he
reached down and yanked open the fly of his slacks.  Pulling and tugging with
one hand, he managed to force his pants and shorts off of his hips, past his
straining cock, and half-way down his thighs.  Slipping her leg off his
shoulder, he pulled her down towards him.  Her hands came down to rest on his
shoulders, fluttering ineffectively like little birds, before clinging to the
material of his shirt.  He stared at her face, at the wetness seeping under
his tie to roll down her cheeks, her messy hair sticking out from under the
blindfold, her swollen lips streaked with smeared lipstick.  Her face was
flushed, her mouth was hanging open from breathing so heavily, and her
forehead was dotted with perspiration.  She'd never looked more beautiful.
	"Scully--"  He couldn't think of anything else to say.  Just her name.  But
wasn't that enough?  He was the only one who ever addressed her by that
name...from him it was an endearment, a compliment, an exultation, and a
declaration of love, all rolled into one.  "Scully."
	He slipped his thumbs under the satin of her panties and slid them over her
hips, down her thighs, letting his fingers trace her skin every step of the
way.  She shivered delicately, lifting first one leg and then the other as he
slipped the fabric past her knees.  When he was through, he finally unhooked
her bra and tossed that aside as well.  She knelt there, astride him, almost
completely nude, and he couldn't help himself.
	He bit her.
	"Ow!"
	She pulled away and started to reach for her blindfold, before he stopped
her.  He placed a light kiss over the shoulder he nipped, before murmuring, "I
was just hoping you were going to make me pay for that later."
	The grin that curled her lips was breath-taking.  "You know I will."
	He wanted nothing more than to pull her down hard onto his lap, but his knees
were loudly protesting the cramped position.  Holding her still, he began to
straighten out his legs below him until he was sitting on the floor with this
back to the fridge.  But it quickly became apparent, by the shot of pain up
his back and through his aching thighs, that wasn't going to work either.
Grasping her with one arm below her ass and the other behind her back, he
slowly got to his feet.
	Setting her down on the counter, he pulled her to the edge.  "I'm getting too
old for this."
	She reached out blindly and grabbed a hold of his distended cock, causing him
to flinch involuntarily.  "Oh, I don't know.  You seem to be doing just fine
to me."
	His slacks were puddled around his ankles, his shorts were caught in some
kind of Celtic knot around his thighs, his shirt was caught between them, and
her sock covered feet were crossed over his ass.  Wrapped in Scully's legs, he
was wearing what he now knew to be his favorite attire.
	Leaning against the overhead cupboard, she squeezed him tight between her
thighs.  Coaxing a moan from the depths of his chest.  Blind instinct made him
drag her closer, and thrust himself into the blazing hot recess of her body.
She gasped, throwing her head back until it knocked against the cabinet door,
grasping the handle and holding on for dear life.  Her stockinged feet
tightened on his ass, pulling him deeper, riding every little clench and
release of his taut muscles.
	Her other hand clamped around his tricep, anchoring herself as his thrusts
moved her back and forth on the slippery counter-top.  "Oh, God...Mulder,
don't stop--"
	"I--No, shit, this is too good."
	"I can't...mmm, pl--no, I, I can't..."
	"Uhhnnyyyesss--don't...don't fight it, Sc--Scully..."
	"No, I--"  She gripped him tighter, her fingernails digging into his arm,
while her other hand tensed on the handle.  The cabinet door began rattling on
its hinges.  "I c-can't, Mulder!"
	"Yes, yooooohh God--yes, you can."
	Her hand swept up to her eyes, yanking off the blindfold along with a tuft of
hair, and she met his gaze with determined eyes.  Bright blue, smoldering
eyes.  Tilting her hips, she unhooked one of her legs from around his waist
and slid her hand from his arm to the coiled bunch of nerves between her legs.
Stroking herself into orgasm.  Just the sight alone was enough to make his
knees weak, but when she started clenching around him, squeezing his cock
harder than those damned rubber bands the day before, he couldn't contain his
shout.  He came fast and hard, pounding into her with the least amount of
finesse.  Making the dishes in the cabinet behind her rattle as if caught in
an earthquake.
	She was gasping in his ear when he drifted back into awareness.  He was sure
he hadn't blacked out, but he couldn't remember slumping against the counter
and being cushioned by her embrace.  He couldn't remember his legs ever being
so rubbery, either.
	She took a deep breath, rubbing the heel of her foot against his ass.  "I
think I could get used to this whole kindness thing, Mulder."
	He chuckled against the side of her neck, before pushing back to gaze at her.
"Well, don't get to used to it."
	"Oh, why's that?"
	He lifted a finger to tug on the blindfold hanging loosely around her neck.
"'Cause, Scully, you've been a very bad girl."


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Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every time
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie

Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug
                                 --"So Cruel" by U2.

    (Song lyrics used without permission.  No infringement
  intended.  "So Cruel" is property of U2 and Island Records.)