CONJUGATION: Madame Butterfly Disclaimer: Chris Carter, and FOX Network own them. I, however, do own Dr. Alison Jarrell (Yippee, right). I think DD and GA deserve as much ownership for Mulder and Scully as Chris Carter and FOX though, it wouldn't be the same without them. Category: SRA Rating: NC-17 Thanks again to Sean and the few others who sent me feedback on the last two! Summary: Mulder and Scully finally even the score. Last part of "Paybacks" and "Mulder's Revenge." *********************************************************************** Three weeks later, Mulder was set to go back to Dr. Jarrell. He had been to her twice and actually liked her which surprised both him and Scully. Scully couldn't make this appointment with him because of a case, but she had been to all the others and asked a billion "medical" questions that Mulder never would have thought of. So it was for that reason that he was sitting in the waiting room all by himself with a year old issue of Sports Illustrated that he had already read at least twice the last times he'd visited. The past couple of weeks had been more than Mulder had ever dreamed of. He had known that he loved Scully for a long time, but never dreamed that she could or would love "Spooky" Mulder. She had taken care of him for three weeks, and he had loved being with her. He had also been able to spend time with Walter and Maggie. They had quickly become the family that Mulder had never known. Walter was a totally different person than the AD Skinner Mulder had previously known. He actually was starting to develop a father-son relationship with Skinner, something he thought impossible before the whole accident. What was ironic about it was that it hadn't even been one of Mulder's more traumatic injuries. Yes, he could have died from it, but the chances weren't as high as they had been when he had contracted the alien retrovirus or gotten shot in the femoral artery. He could only hope that the horrible luck he had always been faced with was now coming to an end, but he didn't have the courage to look too far. As Scully had once said, he might not like what he found. They had stayed with Maggie for about a week and then gone back to Scully's apartment. Mulder had been afraid on that last day at Maggie's that Scully was going to make him go back to his old empty apartment, but she hadn't even asked him where he wanted to go, she'd just taken him to her house. It was almost as if they didn't need to communicate vocally anymore. Ever since the trip to New Mexico when Scully had seen Mulder in her dream, there was some kind of non-verbal communication. And even more so after her cancer, the love was deeper than mere words. It had been harder than he ever would have thought to not make love to her. He had been able to put off the desire for 5 years, but the last three weeks had been hell. For all he knew, Alison would tell him today that he had to wait even longer. The cold showers were starting to get really old and Scully was pretty fed up too. He had caught her staring at him in places she never looked before, a couple of times, and when they kissed, it was with a hunger that he had never seen in her before. Suddenly, she was no longer Scully, but Dana and he wasn't Mulder, he was Fox. He was quickly approaching an erection thinking about her, but luckily, the nurse came to the door and called his name. She led him down the hall to a small room with an examination table. She handed him a paper gown and walked towards the door. "Dr. Jarrell is going to do a full physical today, so please remove all of your clothes." she said and left the room. Mulder took off his clothes and put on the paper gown. He moved over to the table and eyed the paper covering with distaste. He'd been to the doctor enough recently to be used to it, but he hated the sound of that paper crinkling. Did anyone ever get used to wearing paper gowns and getting rectal exams? If they did, Mulder was not one of them. As he jumped up onto the table, the doctor walked into the room. "You can't even use the stool to step up onto the table. You have to jump." she said with a grin. Mulder shrugged and smiled at her. "What can I say? I like to live dangerously." "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine, but I'm sick of sitting on my ass at home." "I guess that means that I should clear you for work." "Are you psychic?" He had a smart-ass grin plastered all over his face. "Okay, since I'm sure that you can run circles around me in mind games, let's get on with it. Is there any blood in your urine? feces? the incision?" Mulder shook his head at each one. "Any sex?" "No," he said with an added touch of bitterness. "Okay, then let's do the physical." She moved toward the table and looked into his nose, eyes, and throat with no comment. Then, she looked into his ears and stopped at his right one. "Well, you do have an ear infection over here, but that won't jeopardize anything." She continued to feel the glands on his neck from swollen lymph nodes. She then asked him to pull the gown back and she felt along his collarbone. Next, she listened to his heart and lungs and made sure that there were no irregularities. "Okay, can you lay back for me?" He did and she pulled up the gown exposing everything that he would have liked to have covered. Mulder shivered at the cold that assaulted his body. She began to palpate his stomach and examine the incision. "This looks good. You've been cleaning it, I'm proud, Mulder." She grinned as he shot her a dirty look. She moved on to the groin watching his reactions to everything. He looked more pissed off than in pain. Finally, she examined his penis for anything abnormal. She began to do a testicular exam, but noticed that he was squirming. "Am I hurting you?" He wasn't sure how to answer. No one had touched him there in so long that he was getting hard. She picked up on it after a couple seconds. "Mulder, that's a normal reaction to any stimulation in this area." "Just don't touch me for a minute." he said with his face turning redder by the minute. She did for a minute, but then resumed her exam. He was mortally embarrassed at his growing cock. She patted him on the hip and waited for him to calm down. She was sure his heart rate was twice what it was supposed to be. She walked over to the counter by the sink and grabbed a latex glove. Mulder let out a loud groan when he saw her applying lubricant to her finger. "Can you turn on your side please?" He did and she pulled his gown up and separated his buttocks as he pulled his legs up. She tried to insert a finger into his rectum, but his anal sphincters were so tense she could barely get a finger in. "Hey, relax," she said as she applied some lubricant to his anus. He let out a deep breath and she was able to push her finger in all the way. She started to palpate around and check for anything abnormal. When she touched his prostate, he almost jumped off the table. "Did that hurt?" "What do you think?" he said through clenched teeth. "I'm going to touch it again and press on it, so that we'll get some prostatic secretions to test in the urine sample. It'll feel better after it's drained." She pushed her finger in again and slowly felt the prostate before she began to push it firmly. He had screwed up his face into an expression of pain. He felt like he was gonna piss on the table. She obviously knew what he was feeling. "It's okay, you should feel fluids moving into your urethra. You have a mild case of prostatitis. It's usually related to a UTI and catheters, but it should clear up with the antibiotics." With that, she removed her finger from his rectum. She pulled the gown over him and took the glove off. "You can get dressed, but I do need a urine specimen. It'll confirm prostatitis." "So am I still restricted?" "No, you can go back to work, but not in the field yet. Desk job for two weeks and then I want to see you again." Mulder was looking at her with impatience. "What do you want to know, Mulder?" He smiled sheepishly at her and said, "When can I have sex?" She laughed. "You don't beat around the bush, do you?" "Not when it comes to Scully." he said in all seriousness. "Well, let's put it this way. I hate to be graphic, but she would have to be on top at this point. You are not totally healed and with prostatitis, it might be a little uncomfortable anyway, so you're just going to have to play it by ear. I don't want you doing any heavy thrusting with a fresh incision. You can have an orgasm without hurting yourself, but don't take it too far. You may want to try it side by side, but be careful." Mulder was grinning from ear to ear without an ounce of embarrassment. "Oh and use a condom. I don't know what kinds of bacteria are floating around in there and she could get something if there is anything." He nodded and she handed him a large specimen jar. "You know where the bathroom is. I want all of it, so I can check for prostatic secretions." He was fully dressed now, so he walked out to the bathroom. "I'll be right out." Mulder managed to do as she asked and leave the room. He had given enough urine samples recently to be an expert, but he wasn't complaining. He could finally have sex with Scully. Just saying the words were enough to get him hard now. If he thought about being engulfed in her tight passage, he'd come right in his pants. He left the office after getting more prescriptions and setting up an appointment for two weeks later. As he drove home (or back to Scully's house), he was trying to negotiate how he was going to romance and seduce Dana. ************************************************************************* When he got home, he immediately got on the phone to call Scully at the Bureau. "Scully." "Hey, it's me." "Hey, you. How'd it go?" "Good, except I had to get a rectal exam." "Aw, poor baby. You didn't seem to mind too much when I stuck my finger up your ass." He laughed at her blatant reference to their pathetic sex life (thanks very much to his capability to always get injured). "Well, Dana, feel free to come home anytime and try it again." "Did she give you clearance?" "Yup, I'm back at work tomorrow and in your bed tonight with about 25 stipulations on what to do and what not to do." She laughed at his impatience with his condition. "I have a meeting with Skinner at four, so I guess that I'll be home around five." "Can't you cancel the appointment with Walt?" he said jokingly. "Just because you've bonded with him doesn't mean he's going to cut us any slack." "Okay, just don't take too long." "Bye, Mulder." She couldn't hold back the next thing that came out of her mouth. "I love you." He was almost dumbfounded. "I love you too, Scully." When he hung up the phone, he realized how tired he was, but he went to the freezer and pulled out the spaghetti sauce Maggie had made for them. The apartment was clean, so he didn't have to worry about that. He just had to pick up his stack of sunflower seed shells. He set up the kitchen table with a tablecloth, candles, and Scully's nice dishes. He then picked up the bottle of champagne he had bought along with a dozen roses on his way home. He was amazed when he saw that Scully had a champagne bucket, but he put it to good use. With all that done, he made his way into the bedroom and stripped off all his clothes. He folded them nicely and put them in the chair, so that they wouldn't be in Scully's way. Mulder felt like he was married by the way he was cleaning up the house and setting out dinner. He climbed under the covers and snuggled into Scully's pillow. He wrapped his arms around it and drifted off to sleep relishing in her scent. ************************************************************************* Three hours later, Dana Scully walked into the house and dropped her briefcase and coat into their respective spots. She heard the fan in the bedroom which meant that Mulder was probably asleep. She peeked into the kitchen just to make sure he wasn't there and saw the romantic setup. She smiled to herself; he really could be a sweetheart when he felt like it. She then made her way to the bedroom. Fox was sprawled out on the bed without a stitch of clothing on. She quickly became intoxicated by the beauty of his bare, smooth skin on her floral sheets. His body was absolutely perfect. She loved the lean lankiness of it compared to a more muscular man like Skinner. Fox Mulder was beautiful and that's all there was to it. He was wrapped around her pillow so she couldn't see the front of him. She had a feeling that he had staged this little peep show. She moved on into the bathroom and took her clothes off. She hung up her suit and reached into the back of the closet for the Victoria's Secret box she had hidden there. She took out a long, black, silk nightgown she had bought when he was in the hospital. She had secretly hoped that he would see it someday soon. It was black lace on the top and showed her creamy breasts through the fabric. The rest was clingy and fell to the floor. Every curve she had was gracefully accentuated by the slinky gown. She contemplated putting something on under it, but decided to be a little risque for once in her life and do without. She padded back into the bedroom where Mulder was still asleep and sat on the edge of bed. *God, he must be really tired. He usually was awake at the slightest noise or movement.* She spooned her body up against his back and ran a hand through his hair. He was so innocent when he was asleep. One would never guess that he was the brilliant and troubled man that he was. She gently caressed his lower lip with her index finger as he started to stir. She moved her hand and felt down his side until she was drawing small circles on his hip. "Dana?" "Who else would it be?" "I was just making sure." He turned over and got a good look at what she was wearing. His eyes widened and turned a little greener rather than hazel. Scully laughed at the way his penis jumped. She reached down and gently ran her finger over the glans, but he pulled her hand back. "If you touch me there, this isn't going to last longer than five minutes." She immediately moved her hands up to his bare chest and pinched his nipples until they stood out in small, hard pebbles. She found it pretty funny that his nipples were more sensitive than hers were. They were a major erogenous zone for him. She leaned down and sucked on the little nubs until he was almost fully erect and groaning in abandon. He reached up under her nightgown and found her own hot, little nub to arouse her as fully as he was. As he did that, she tipped her head back and their lips met. As they explored every corner of each others' mouth, she explored his body. Dana let her hands run down to his nice, firm buttocks. She gently caressed each cheek and let her hand wander into the crevice there. She reached down to where Mulder's fingers were in her and stole some of her own natural lubricant. She reached back to his ass and wet the ring of his anus with her own juices. As she began to stretch him, he thrust his fingers back and forth into her. He was incredibly aroused by the fact that she had just put her own fluids into his body and not the other way around. She now had her finger almost fully buried in his rectum. As he stroked her, she flicked at his prostate. His whole body went absolutely rigid and he stopped moving his fingers, so Scully quickly withdrew. "Fox, what's wrong?" She was concerned by the grimace on his face and the way he had his eyes screwed shut. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't answering her. Mulder was in a world of pain. She had pressed rather hard to pleasure him, but essentially it had sent wave of pain and nausea through his abdomen. She was alarmed by the fact that his erection had completely sagged. He couldn't even get rid of that with a cold shower, and she had just hurt him enough to put an end to it. She continued to caress his hip to comfort him and wait for him to talk. "I-I'm okay, Scully." "No, Fox, you aren't. What happened? Did I hurt you?" "No, it's just . . .Alison said that I had prostatitis." "Mulder, why didn't you tell me at least before I had my finger in your rectum?" "Geez, you make it sound so arousing. I was a little distracted at the time." He said as he flopped back onto the pillow. "Did she give you anything for it?" "Yes, she drained it, too." He replied with that sad puppy dog look on his face. How could anyone possibly be mad at him when he looked at them like that? "Hmm, I bet that was fun. Turn on your side, Mulder." He looked at her in disbelief. "That's the second time today that I've heard that." "Just do it. I want to examine it." He turned over with his back to Scully. She got off the bed and went into the bathroom. As she walked back, every curve flowed with black silk. This was better than any video he'd ever watched. He hoped she'd forgotten the idea of examining him, but then saw what she had in her hand. A latex glove and a tube of KY jelly. *Great, fabulous. I'm about to let Scully play proctologist with me. As if she didn't get to play ER enough.* Scully snapped on the glove and sat behind him. "You never minded putting your bare fingers in me before." he said with a pout. "I don't mind now, but I don't want to scrap you with my fingernail and I can avoid it with the glove." She began to push her finger in, but he was so tight. "Fox," she said stroking his hip, "you have to relax." "Dana, it hurts when you touch it." There was a little whine in his voice for emphasis. "Fox, I won't hurt you. I'll be gentle." He stopped clenching his muscles enough to allow her to slip past the first ring of the muscle, but she had to stretch the second sphincter. "Did she do a prostatic secretion screening of your urine?" "Yes, Scully." He was definitely getting impatient. "What meds did she give you?" "I don't know. They're out on the coffee table." Scully quickly walked out to the living room and picked them up. Mulder loved the way the two globes of her ass moved with no restrictions. Scully looked through the prescriptions and carried the bag back to the bedroom. "Mulder, did you take any of these yet?" "No, they said to take them at night and morning." "Not this one. You're supposed to take it every few hours." "What is it?" "It's a stool softener, so that it won't hurt your prostate when you defecate." "That's disgusting, Scully. I hate it when you talk like a doctor." She smiled and lightly slapped him lightly on the arm. "Here take it." she said pushing a glass of water at him. "What's this one for?" "I don't know. What is it?" "They're ear drops. Do you have an ear infection, too?" "Yes." He had downed the pills she handed him and laid back down pulling her with him. She laid back on his upper arm as he lay beside her. Lazily, she played with soft hair on his chest. She looked over at his right shoulder where she had shot him three years ago. She ran her finger gently over it. "Feeling guilty?" he said running a hand along the curve of her breast. "A little, but it was for your own good." she said with a smile, "You were doped up on amphetamines." "I got to spend the night in your bed, plus you stripped me." She laughed. "I even took a peek under your boxers." "I bet you took more than a peek. You probably coped a feel, too." He ran his hand under the fabric to stroke her rosy nipple. She moaned in acquiescence. She looked down at his hand under her nightgown and decided she had too much clothing on. She reached down and pulled the nightgown over her head. Mulder's eyes widened and he unconsciously licked his lips. She ran her hand down his chest and stomach on the thin line of hair that grew thicker as she followed it to his cock. Very lightly, she took his scrotum in her hand and slowly, began to roll his testicles in their sac. He reached and pulled her hand up to his mouth. He pulled each finger fully into his mouth one by one and sucked it from knuckle to fingernail. She had never considered her fingers to be an erogenous zone, but they sure as hell were. She pulled away and began to run her hands down his side where kneaded his thighs. "Dana," he said in exasperation, "let me love you." "Fox, I know how much you love me. Let me show you how much I appreciate your love." Her hands roamed back to his ass where she just stroked the taut, muscular buttocks. He tensed up when she wandered gently into the crevice. "Fox," she said soothingly, "I'm not going to put my finger in. Relax." His whole body visibly sagged back onto the bed. She moved so that she was on her stomach in the middle of his legs. He reached down and stroked her cheek as an aroused smile crossed his face. She pushed his knees up and licked all the way from his ankles to his inner thigh. He shuddered as she flicked her tongue behind his knee and left little bite marks on his inner thighs. By the time she made it to the conjunction of his hip and pelvis, he was fully erect and groaning loudly. She reached down and kissed his thigh again, so close to his scrotum that her lips touched it briefly. She finally licked the underside of the testicles and felt them tighten. "Not yet, Fox." she said as she worked the testes back down in their sac. His penis was purple, swollen, and leaking pre-cum at the tip. She licked the small slit where the fluid was dripping from and again his testicles tried to crawl up. "Dana, I can't hold on anymore." She pulled his scrotum back down for the second time and quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Before she put it on, she licked the thick vein on the underside of his penis from the base to the tip. Then, she slowly, unrolled the condom onto his length. He was making beautiful, little grunt noises and she knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. "Da. . .na. . .in you. . .now." If he wasn't able to string together a sentence, then he was close. She quickly moved up his torso until she was straddling him and impaled herself on him in one swift movement. Finally, they were joined the way they had wanted to be for so long. At the mere thought of that, an intense orgasm washed over her. As soon as it had passed, she began a slow rhythm that allowed her to stimulate her clit on the base of him. He reached up and snagged her breast with his fingers and gently began to squeeze at it. "Fox . . .love you. . .always have." she said as he wormed his fingers around until he found her hot, little nub. With the gentle caress he gave her, she came again and tightened her inner muscles around him. That was all it took for him to let go. She threw her head back in pleasure and he came with a back-arching roar into her. "Dana. . .God, that. . .love you, too. That was fuckin' great." She collapsed onto him in a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. They lay together letting the aftershocks roar through them as they both tried to catch their breath. It may have been quick, but it had been so long for both of them. Slowly, the stars that were lingering in front of his eyes dissipated and he focused on the mass of red hair that decorated his chest. Slowly, she started to move and let his softening penis out of her tight space. He let out a groan, to overwhelmed to think about moving. She reached down and carefully removed and discarded the condom. She came back to the bed and slowly laid down. His body was like a wet noodle and she pulled him up so that his head rested snugly against her shoulder. He was almost instantly snoring away. *So this is the way to get him to sleep.* she thought. She had heard that men almost always fell asleep after sex from all the hormones that surged through their bodies, but usually Mulder defied everything she had learned in med school. Their lovemaking had been just as wonderful as she had always hoped. She found herself feeling warm and fuzzy inside and suspected that Mulder felt the same way. He never slept this easily without the help of pills or a head injury. She looked down at his nude body resting against her own. On his thigh, she could see that scar from that North Carolinian Dock. One of the many times where he had barely eluded death. There was also the time when he went to Alaska in his ongoing search for Samantha and she had almost lost him to an alien retrovirus. He had been incredibly sick then. Even after he had woken up, he still had trouble breathing and couldn't get out of bed without falling down. His respiratory system was so damaged that he had been on a shitload of antibiotics and anti-virals for months. When he had come back to work a month and a half later, she was amazed at how thin and gaunt he had looked. They had both been through so much in the past 5 years. Her abduction, Bill Mulder, Melissa, Skinner's shooting, his mother's stroke, Tunguska. She had been so worried when he told her about that. She had made him go through a battery of tests. They were both thrilled to know that he was okay, but Mulder was not happy that he had gone through a lumbar puncture for nothing. Then, of course, there was her own cancer. She would never forget her own inability to comfort him on that night when he had come to her hospital room. She had wanted to so badly, but the drugs in her body just wouldn't allow her to help. He had been so depressed at that moment. Only later did she find out the other causes. It had been so hard for him to see Samantha and then, have her reject him. Not to mention, finding out that Cancerman was very possible his own father. He had been at battle with himself, not knowing if he had believed a fallacy for 5 years and exposed her to it. She only hoped that she could continue to help him through this time in his life that he wasn't completely over. She looked down at him and saw that his face was scrunched up into a pained expression. Quickly, he turned away from her, placing a protective hand over his genitals. Then, he cried out for his father to stop. She knew that she should wake him up, but found some sort of morbid fascination with the abuse he was reliving. As he started to turn over again, Scully did wake him. He looked up at her with terror and she stroked his face to let him know it was okay. "Hey, Fox, you okay?" He was shaking uncontrollably, so she wrapped her arms around him and pulled the covers up. He laid back in her arms and started to cry as he hugged her. "Scully . . ." he said as if trying to assure himself that she was really there. "I'm here, Fox. Do you want to tell me what happened?" He looked up at her with those dripping hazel orbs, full of pain. She leaned down and kissed away the tears running down his cheeks and finally, kissed the tip of his nose. "I. . .I was wrong, Dana. . . I. . .I thought that . . . he just abused me, . . .but Scully," he stuttered with a small sob, "he raped me, too." "Fox, he was a horrible man who may not even be your father. If he was still alive, I'd shoot him myself." "He. . .he made me bend over the kitchen table and then he would. . ." he trailed off and seemingly withdrew back into himself. Dana wasn't sure she wanted to hear the rest of the story, but she knew that Mulder needed to talk about it. "You can tell me, sweetheart." she said as she stroked his hair in a gesture of comfort. "He was big and I-I couldn't get away. It-it hurt so bad. That was another time that they had to take me to the hospital. Everytime I tried to stand up, I would pass out from loss of blood." he said with bitterness. "Mulder, how did your father manage to justify rectal bleeding to Social Services? That's a blatant sign of sexual assault." "He didn't have to justify anything, Scully. He just threatened the ER staff with their jobs if they called it in and no one ever said a word." "How could a mother let someone hurt her son like that?" Scully said more to herself than to Mulder. "She was clinically depressed and stoned out on Valium. She could barely tell the difference between her car and my bike." "I'm sorry, Fox." "For what?" "That you had to go through that hell of a childhood." "It's not your fault." "I know, but I almost feel guilty about having such a happy childhood." "You deserved it," he said never looking up at her eyes. She reached down and tilted his chin up and made him look at her. "Fox, you deserved it as much as I did." She smiled at him and they moved so that they could reach each other's lips. It was a short, gentle kiss and they both pulled back and looked at each other. "Dana, you're so beautiful. I'm not always sure I deserve you." "Oh, you definitely deserve me, and I don't even mind putting up with your shit." she said as she jumped up on top of him. She straddled his chest with her hands on both sides of his cheeks. He grinned up at her from his position below her. "Why, is the enigmatic Dr. Scully ready for another round?" "Well, Mr. Mulder, I think the score's even. It's time to focus on our teamwork." The famous Mulder shit-eating grin flashed across his face and he pinched her ass lightly. "Oww!" she said with a pout. Quickly, he flipped her over, so that she was under him. "Oh, I think I'm definitely ready for phase 2." he said and began to kiss her deeply. **************************THE END********************************** That's all folks!! ALL DONE BYE BYE Pretty please with cherries on top, send me feedback at madame