Fugitive by Sheela sheela-na-gig@thespark.com

Category - Mindless smut (Mulder/Scully/Other)

Rated NC-17. WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT. Bail now if easily offended.

Disclaimer - They're not mine, not even a little. 1013 and Fox own 'em
and will never, ever let 'em have this kind of fun. I hope to God they
don't sue me for trying to help 'em out.

Summary - Mulder and Scully and a handcuffed female suspect in a motel
room...


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 --- Fugitive ---


It is night. I am in the back of a car, speeding down a desert highway.
I have been captured; I am handcuffed. I am helpless.

I watch the man and the woman in the front seat of the car. He drives
in silence. I sink down against the seat to avoid his eyes in the rear-
view mirror. From time to time the woman turns her head to watch me,
and I duck my head, let my dark hair fall across my face, make myself
invisible in the shadows.

I know who they are. I have run from them for the better part of a
year. They have hunted me down, across the months and the miles. I knew
I would not escape, and yet I ran, ran after exhilaration had turned to
despair, and despair to exhaustion. I knew how clever and how ruthless
they were before I crossed them. I must have known it would come to
this. Perhaps I wanted it to come to this. Perhaps I dreamed of being
handcuffed in the back of this car, watching Mulder's eyes in the rear-
view mirror, seeing Scully's profile as she turns to stare at me in the
dark.

I can feel her eyes on me without looking up. She turns away from me
and speaks, her voice low. I hold my breath to hear her.

"What are we going to do with her? We can't take her back to
Washington. We'd have to explain everything to Skinner, and you know
what that would mean. You know what he would do."

He does not answer. He lets out a long sigh.

"We can't just keep driving, Mulder. It's the middle of the night. We
have to stop. We have to get some sleep."

He actually chuckles. "Just... sleep, Scully?"

She shifts abruptly in her seat. "And what are we supposed to do with
her - just lock her in the car? -No, stop it. Get your hand off me."

"You want it, Scully. Come on - you always want it." It is hardly more
than a murmur, rich with possibility.

Her voice gentles. "I didn't say I didn't want it. It's just... " She
looks over her shoulder again, and I slip a little further down in the
seat.

Mulder drives on.

I become aware, a few miles further, that Scully has begun to breathe
quickly. I think - But that's ridiculous, I chide myself. Still... I
begin to pay closer attention.

"Mulder," she murmurs finally, "stop it..."

He says nothing. I shift a little to see him, and I can't see his right
hand on the wheel.

"Mulder, please," she almost whispers, her voice strained.

He only shakes his head.

She wriggles a little. "Mulder..."

At last he answers. "There's that little motel not too much farther
along, Scully. I think you're right. I think we should stop."

"But what - but what about...?"

He turns to look at her. I can see the glint in his eyes even in the
near-dark. "We've talked about that, Scully, but we've never had the
chance. Till now."

She takes a sharp breath, and I feel my heartbeat quicken. I forget to
hide, and look up openly to watch them. With a thrill, I watch him
bring his right hand up from her to his lips, and slowly put his first
two fingers into his mouth. Scully's stifled gasp leaves no doubt in my
mind as to where they'd been.

"Mulder, I..."

"You said you liked brunettes, Scully..."

"Damn you, Mulder." But she looks back at me, and I can't pretend I
wasn't listening. She bites softly at her lower lip. She turns back
abruptly to face forward. "Hurry up, then."

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Mulder goes to check in and leaves Scully to deal with me. When she
opens the car door I see that her weapon is drawn. She says nothing,
but only reaches in to take a fistful of my jacket sleeve, and pulls me
to my feet, and slams the car door behind me. I feel the muzzle of the
pistol nudging the small of my back as she pushes me toward the shadow
under the overhanging roof.

He is coming back; I hear the muffled jingle of a key. He steps up to a
door and quickly unlocks it. She puts one small strong hand on my elbow
and propels me forward through the doorway into the dark room.

Scully pushes me down roughly onto the bed. I wait, my heart
skittering, but nothing happens. I hear the rustle of cloth and look
around.

The only light in the room comes from the outside light filtering
through the open blinds on the front window. As my eyes adjust, I see
why Scully has forgotten me for the moment: Mulder has already
descended on her. She hasn't even put down her gun - she is still
holding it, pointed awkwardly up at the ceiling, as he pushes her coat
back over her shoulders, as he unbuttons her blazer and slides his
hands up under her blouse, as he bends over her and sinks his teeth
into her neck. She makes a sound, unintelligible to me, but he reaches
up to take the weapon from her hand, and then, looking over toward me,
relinquishes his hold on her and straightens up.

"I think we should make sure you don't try anything," he says,
addressing me for the first time since he shoved me into the back of
the car a few hours earlier. He takes a keyring out of his pocket, and
takes my wrist in his hand, and unlocks one cuff. The touch of his hand
sends a thrill through me that I hadn't expected, and I shudder.

Scully steps up to me with another pair of cuffs. They put one set on
each of my wrists, affixing them to the railing at the head of the bed.
I pull against them a little, but I know it is no use. Seeing it,
Scully smiles a little.

"Mulder," she breathes, her gaze roaming down my body, "I think you
were right. I think I'm going to like this."

My eyes widen as he comes up behind her and slips his hands under her
blouse again, cupping her breasts, kneading them. "Scully, if you
develop a taste for this sort of thing, it'll complicate our lives in
ways you haven't even considered yet," he chuckles.

She reaches behind her, and I can tell by his sharp intake of breath
that she is stroking him through his pants. "Let's find out, Mulder,"
she murmurs, her eyes narrowing and holding mine. "Let's find out."

He wastes no time. He turns her roughly in his arms to face him, and
pulls her coat and her blazer down from her shoulders in one quick
gesture, letting them fall to the floor. She reaches for his belt
buckle immediately, and while she is opening it, he sheds his own coat
and his suit jacket. He pulls his tie loose and begins to unbutton his
own shirt, but he stops, groaning, as she reaches into his pants and
takes hold of him.

She pushes his pants down around his hips, and yanks impatiently at his
boxer shorts. I can see why she wants him - I catch my breath at the
sight. His cock is long, and thick, and very hard. She strokes him a
few times, and goes to drop to her knees, but he stops her.

"Wait," he growls, and tugs at the hem of her blouse, drawing it up
over her head. She tosses it carelessly aside, and finishes unbuttoning
his shirt as he reaches around to unfasten her bra. He pauses just long
enough to let her slide the shirt down his arms before pulling her bra
off and sweeping her up in his arms, bending his head low to push his
face into her breasts. I hear her gasp as he pulls one nipple into his
mouth, suckling hard. He reaches one hand up under her skirt and I see
him pulling her stockings and panties down her thighs.

I writhe unthinkingly against my restraints, all fear forgotten in the
rush of heat between my legs. I am already wet just watching this show.
I want them to turn to me, but they seem caught up in each other now.

He has her skirt hiked up around her waist, his hand pushing at her,
his fingers thrusting rhythmically in and out of her. His pants have
fallen down to his ankles, and she is eagerly stroking and pulling at
his huge erection. I moan in frustration, watching, and Mulder suddenly
lifts his mouth from her breast, grinning.

"Scully," he says, "I think our friend wants to play." He removes his
hand from her, and she quickly pulls her skirt down and steps out of
it. They turn to me, and I can't keep my eyes on their faces - I keep
looking down at her lush breasts, at her little peaked nipples, at his
insistent erection, her little hand still running up and down its
length.

Scully laughs a little. "Where do we start?" she asks.

"Right here, I think," he answers, kneeling next to me on the bed and
reaching for the buckle of my belt. As he opens it, she crouches on my
other side and begins to pull my tee-shirt up out of the waistband of
my jeans. Their touches are electric. I wriggle and gasp.

Mulder reaches down to pull off my sneakers and socks. He takes the
bottoms of my jeans in his hands and pulls them steadily down my legs
and drops them onto the floor. Scully has pushed my tee-shirt up to my
armpits. "Look, Mulder," she purrs. "No bra." She lets one finger trail
delicately along the outer edge of my breast. "Mmmm. Soft."

"Try your tongue, Scully. I want to see that," he whispers. His hand
strokes slow, hot circles on my belly above my panties. My heart is
hammering in my chest. I am drenched with desire. Mulder's hard-on is
only inches from my thigh, but when I edge toward it, he only smiles
and pulls back.

Scully's hand smooths over my breast. I arch up against her, pushing
myself into her touch. She lowers her head, and I watch in amazement as
her full lips part and her little pink tongue darts out to lick at my
nipple. She strokes teasingly, and then settles her mouth against me,
drawing the nipple in, sucking, swirling her tongue around it.

Mulder and I moan in unison. He takes his hand off my belly and wraps
it around his own cock, stroking slowly, his eyes intent on Scully. I
want his hand back. I rock my hips in time with his strokes at himself,
hoping he'll take the hint, but when he lets go of his cock, he reaches
out to caress Scully's hair, watching her mouth move from one of my
breasts to the other, watching her fingers kneading and stroking them
both.

It is Scully's hand that begins to travel down my belly and toy with
the elastic at the waist of my panties. But before she can do anything,
Mulder turns, and gets up on his knees, and then leans across me; he
pushes Scully back on the bed, and parts her thighs with his hands, and
bends his head down and begins to go down on her.

She forgets about my breasts. She seems to forget about everything but
Mulder's lips and tongue between her legs. But at least now, with him
laid across my legs, I can feel his hard, hot cock against my thigh. I
shift my leg against him and he grinds himself against me, never
lifting his mouth from her pussy. The way she is moaning makes me think
he must be good at it, too.

I feel a hand - his hand - pulling my panties aside. His fingers slip
into my slick, wet folds. I groan aloud as he circles my clit with a
fingertip, Scully wriggling alongside me. I feel something soft and
warm touch my face, and I turn my head to find her breast there. I
stretch as far as I can against the handcuffs and open my mouth around
one taut nipple, and she gasps and puts her arm around my neck,
pressing my face into her breast. I suckle eagerly at her, feeling
Mulder begin to slip a finger inside me. His cock is still rubbing,
thick and hot, against me.

He lifts his head at last, and Scully lets out a long sigh. He rolls
back over to my side and pulls at my panties. "Scully," he says, "give
me your hand. I want you to feel her."

He guides her hand to my dripping pussy. She runs her fingers
tentatively over the outer lips; he takes her hand in his and pushes
her further. "Now you know," he whispers. "Now you know how it feels to
me."

"Mulder," she murmurs.

"Scully," he says hoarsely, "taste her. I want to see you taste her."

That is exactly what I want, too, so I spread my legs helpfully as far
as I can, with them on either side of me. Mulder understands
immediately.

"You see, Scully?" he whispers. "She wants you. She wants you, Scully."

"I want to try," she says, and begins to kiss her way down from my
breasts, across my belly, down, down, down. She pauses, her lips at my
curls.

"Yeah," Mulder breathes. "Do it. Do it, Scully."

Her head drops down and I feel the tip of her tongue, tentatively
running along the outer edges of my pussy. I moan and push my hips
toward her face, and she slips her tongue in, against my clit, and
licks - softly, and then more firmly. Her lips join in, and she sucks a
little, experimentally; I gasp and writhe under her mouth.

"Do what I do to you, Scully," Mulder instructs her. He is breathing
quickly. His hand finds my breasts and roams over them, stroking and
kneading. He never takes his eyes from Scully, her head between my
thighs.

I feel her fingers at my entrance. She pushes one into me, still
licking and suckling at my clit. I am on fire. I rock my hips in time
with the rhythm of her hand and her mouth. A second finger joins the
first, and her mouth has become confident and insistent. If this is
what he does to her, no wonder she was moaning like that before - the
way I am now.

Mulder shifts beside me, coming up to hold that huge hard cock near my
face. I turn my head and open my mouth, hoping he'll - yes. Yes. He
brings the head of it within reach, and I eagerly suck it into my
mouth, running my tongue along the ridge of the head, taking in as much
of it as I can. He grunts his approval, tangling his fingers into my
hair, making sharp, shallow thrusts into my mouth. He must know it's
just too damn big for me to take it all. I lick a bitter, salty drop
from the tip, and draw him in again.

It's so hard to concentrate on sucking his cock while Scully's eating
me out like that. And in only a few minutes Mulder pulls his cock out
of my mouth, and gets up, and goes around to the other side of the bed.
Coming up behind her, he urges Scully up onto her elbows and her knees,
and rubs the head of his cock against her wet folds. She moans against
me, and I feel it all the way through my body. I watch in fascination
as he pushes that huge cock into her, slowly, almost casually. Her
mouth falters against me as he drives it home, as he begins to stroke
it in and out, finding a rhythm.

"Oh, God, Scully," he groans, "it's so good." He holds her hips
tighter, his fingers pressing into her flesh. "I'm gonna come so hard,
Scully."

She lifts her head. "Wait, Mulder," she says. "Wait a minute."

"What for?" he pants. One hand snakes around her hips, reaching for her
clit. He pumps deeper, harder.

"I want - I want to see you fuck her, Mulder."

"Can't," he answers shortly, still thrusting hard. "No condoms."

She wriggles against him, obviously trying to slow him down. "Mulder -
Mulder," she gasps, "my purse. I have some in my purse."

He seems taken aback. He slows down, pulls back a little. "Scully...?"

"Mulder, just... Just get them. I want to see you do it."

He stops moving in her. He looks from her face to mine and back. His
face darkens a little - or is it just the shadows? "All right," he
says, and pulls out of her, his cock glistening with her wetness.

She sits up alongside me. Mulder throws the purse at her and she opens
it and takes out the little packet. She opens it with her teeth and
gestures to him, and he comes closer. She leans forward and takes him
into her mouth, swallowing him whole. I am amazed. She lets him slip
from her mouth, and wipes his cock dry with her hand, and unrolls the
condom down the length of his shaft. He watches her with a strange
expression.

She runs her fingers up his belly toward his chest. "Do it to her,
Mulder. I want to see you put your cock inside her." Her voice is
husky. He settles himself between my thighs.

He fixes her with a steady stare. "You do it, Scully."

She reaches down between us and takes his cock in her hand, and guides
him into me. Their eyes are locked on each other's.

He pushes himself inside me, slowly, inch by inch. I'm glad he takes it
slowly - he feels every bit as huge as he looks. Her hand stays there,
down where we are joined, stroking maddening little circles around my
clit. I feel myself getting used to him, opening to him. He begins to
slide his cock in and out of me in an easy rhythm.

"Scully," he groans, and she seizes his head in her hands, and kisses
his mouth. If my hands weren't cuffed I'd reach up to her breasts, but
I can't move. All I can do is rock my hips against Mulder's as his
great thick cock plunges in and out of me. I've never felt anything
like him. I realize I am moaning again.

"I'm too close," he gasps when she frees his mouth. He stops thrusting
into me, waiting, his throbbing cock buried in my pussy. "Touch her,
Scully. The way you'd touch yourself. I want to feel her come while I'm
inside her."

Without a word she reaches down again to my clit. Her fingers take up
that circling stroke that I thought would drive me insane just a few
minutes ago. The tingling begins in my clit and spreads through my
whole pussy. I arch up against Mulder's cock and Scully's hand as the
waves wash over my whole body. I strain against the cuffs, and I cry
out, wordlessly, feeling my pussy clutch at his cock inside me as I
come.

"Ah - ah - it's so good," Mulder groans, and begins to pump into me
again. The feeling of that huge cock moving deep inside me after I've
come is almost excruciating. Scully moves up, throwing her leg across
my chest, and straddles me. I realize that she's going to put her pussy
right up against my mouth, that she wants me to eat her out like she
did to me.

She settles down onto me and I open my mouth wide against her, licking
and lapping at her clit. I don't have my hands to use on her, so I have
to do it all with my mouth. I suckle at her, pushing my tongue against
her. She is hanging onto the headboard for dear life, moaning, riding
my mouth. Mulder's cock is plunging into me with wild abandon. I hear
Scully cry out, and a flood of sweet wetness washes over my face as she
comes. Mulder grunts and hammers his cock into me even hatder as his
orgasm sweeps over him.

All at once it is over. Scully climbs back off of me and lies down
beside me. Mulder pulls out of me and collapses on my other side. The
room is silent except for the sound of our breathing. My heartbeat
slowly steadies.

In a little while Mulder begins to snore very softly, and I know he has
fallen asleep. Scully's body is still just tense enough against mine to
let me know she is awake.

"Scully," I whisper. "Agent Scully."

She stirs and lifts her head. "What?"

"You have to let me get up," I say. When she hesitates, I add, "I have
to pee."

She slips away from me. She gets up and finds her coat; she takes the
keys from the pocket, holding them quietly in her hand, keeping them
from jingling. She turns the key in the cuffs and I stiffly draw my
arms down, rubbing my wrists with my fingers. I get up - stealthily, so
as not to wake Mulder. I find my way to the bathroom and she follows me
in, closing the door behind us before she turns on the light.

I see that she has her pistol trained on me. I have to pee so bad that
I don't even care that she's watching. I lift the lid of the toilet and
sit down. We watch each other steadily the whole time until I'm done.

I stand up. I pull the tee-shirt they never took off me back down to
cover my breasts and shake my jacket down as well. I meet Scully's eyes
and look unflinchingly at her.

"You should let me go," I say softly.

The corner of her mouth turns up. "Tell me another one."

I smile back at her. "I heard you say you couldn't take me back to
Washington. You'd have to explain me to that Skinner guy you
mentioned."

Her eyes are cold. She holds the gun steadily on me.

"What are you going to do with me?" I continue. "We can't stay on the
road and fuck each other forever. Sooner or later you have to go back.
It looks like you can either kill me, or let me go."

Something flickers in her gaze. I press my advantage. "All you have to
do is let me get dressed and walk out of here. Nobody needs to know
what happened tonight."

She presses her lips together tightly. She glances back at the door. I
can hear her partner snoring in the bedroom.

"How do I know you won't run out of here and say you were raped?"

I smile again. "How would I prove it? No semen. No bruises. No
evidence. My word against yours. Besides, do you think I want to get
mixed up with the police?"

She seems to consider it.

"And how do I know you won't hunt me down again and kill me this time?"
I ask.

She opens her mouth as if to speak, and then pauses. She gestures with
the gun and steps aside. "Be quiet. Don't wake Mulder up." She turns
the light off as she opens the door.

I find my jeans and my socks and my sneakers in the dark. I don't care
so much about the panties - I know they'd be too wet to put on anyway.
Let these two have them for a souvenir.

I step to the door and Scully doesn't stop me when I open the lock and
turn the handle. I step outside and look back at her. She leans out of
the doorway, her breasts just visible in the light.

"How are you going to explain this to him?" I ask without thinking.

She grimaces. "I have other things to explain to him besides this." I
remember how surprised he seemed that she was carrying those condoms -
obviously they didn't use them. I nod my head and look carefully at her
one last time.

"You'll do this again," I say.

"I know." She waves the pistol at me. "Get out of here, before I change
my mind."

I turn and disappear into the night. I don't look back.


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