Painful X-Perience Series
by DiAnn

Painful Experience III 

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Rating: NC17 - language, adult themes 
Category: Vanilla Slash / Pure Trash 
/Discipline

Warning: Mulder/Scully/Skinner If you don't 
like this kind of thing, or you are underage, 
go somewhere else . . . NOW! I
don't want to hear from you and I don't want 
to hear from your Mama.

Spoiler: None Maybe some mention of other 
episodes but nothing too revealing.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own 
Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Krycek or the 
X-Files. I am borrowing them without
permission and am obviously not receiving 
money for this stuff. We all know who they 
really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of
other people but again, not me.



Painful X-Perience III
Repeat Performance
by DiAnn

Special Agent Fox Mulder lay on his motel 
room bed with one arm resting over his eyes. 
He was waiting for his partner to
show up. He didn't have any doubt that she 
would be there shortly. He had made her angry 
again today. She would, without
doubt, want to discuss his disappointing 
behavior with him.

Dana Scully turned the knob on the motel room 
door. She knew it would not be locked. He 
would be expecting her. As she
walked into the room, he made no response to 
her presence even though she knew he was 
aware of her. He was hiding from
her behind his arm.

She picked up his discarded jacket and tie 
from the floor. Where did he find ties this 
ugly? Was it his way of thumbing his
nose at the FBI dress code or heaven forbid, 
was it just a matter of taste? Or maybe a 
matter of no taste. Shaking her head
she folded both jacket and tie over the back 
of a chair.

"How's the head, Mulder?"

"It's fine, Scully." She heard him take a 
deep breath. "I guess I did it again?"

"Yeah . . . I'd say you did." She had been 
tearing through traffic to get to him. He had 
two suspects cornered in a warehouse
in the absolute worst part of this town. She 
had specifically asked him not to go there, 
let alone enter the premises without
backup.

Of course, when she arrived all she found was 
his empty car. It hadn't really surprised 
her. If it was dangerous and really
stupid, she could always count on Mulder to 
jump in with both feet.

Quickly but carefully entering the warehouse, 
Scully had arrived just in time to see a very 
large man land a fierce kick to
Mulder's already bruised and bleeding face. A 
face that she wanted to keep just the way it 
was.

He went crashing back against the wall, she 
could clearly hear the impact of his head as 
it landed on the brick surface. As her
partner slid to the floor, another large man 
appeared and began kicking the downed agent.

Scully's position was too far away to shoot 
without the endangering Mulder.

She yelled at them. "Freeze, FBI." Of course 
they took off. **Wonder what would happen if 
she started yelling Run, FBI.'**
No, probably wouldn't work that way either.

She stepped over her unconscious but 
hopefully still breathing partner, and 
pursued the men for a short distance. She was
feeling very apprehensive in this building. 
She just wanted to get back to Mulder and get 
him out of here.

It had taken her several long minutes to 
bring Mulder around. When he finally opened 
his eyes, it was to stare into the face of
a very obviously angry Dana Scully.

Now, moving over to sit on the edge of the 
bed, she felt the back of his head for the 
lump she knew had to be there. He
winced but didn't make a sound. She located 
the wound and was thoroughly examining it. 
"You should have gone to the
hospital, and let them take a look at you."

"I'm ok, really Scully. Look I'm really sorry 
about . . . " He stopped as she began to 
unbuckle his dark blue slacks.

She heard a velvet whisper, "Please, Scully, 
don't do this to me."

She glanced up at his face. He still had not 
removed his arm from his eyes . . . had not 
looked at her. He had made it obvious
that he *would not* look at her. She realized 
suddenly that he was actually afraid of her.

It wasn't the fact that she was undressing 
him. She had done so many times. As his 
doctor and friend, she had helped a hurt
or wounded Mulder undress many times over the 
years. But during the past four months she 
had undressed him as her lover.

Their more intimate relationship had started 
on a bizarre note. She had been angry with 
him, just like today, and had given
him an ultimatum, lose her or submit to 
physical punishment. She had been a little 
surprised when he had finally agreed. It was
then that she had realized just how much he 
loved her . . . and just how much he needed 
her.

Because he made it plain that he would do 
absolutely anything to keep her with him, she 
had spanked him. Then she had
made love to him until the small hours of the 
morning. It had been a glorious night, the 
first of many glorious nights for them.
And almost more amazing, the punishment had 
worked. He had not done anything blatantly 
reckless or life threatening since
that day. That is, until now.

She resumed undressing him. He was just so 
beautiful. "Why didn't you wait for me, 
Mulder?"

"I thought they might get away. They know the 
truth about this case. I'm sure of it. They 
either are capable of changing
themselves into werewolves or have at least 
been in contact with someone who can. It 
seemed like hours since I had called
for backup."

She had finished with his shoes and socks and 
was now tugging on his pants. He groaned 
miserably as they slid down his
legs.

"Mulder, did the . . . werewolves . . . take 
your gun?"

Mulder finally met her eyes with his. "No 
Scully," he said sincerely, "You might not 
believe me but I was really being careful
to keep my distance from the werewolves until 
you could get there. But then the Vampire 
snuck up behind me and took my
gun."

Scully was speechless. She just stared at 
him, her mouth open. What could she possible 
say to that statement?

"Uhhh . . . I see. I'll tell you this, 
Mulder, it only took me fifteen minutes to 
get to you. You could have waited for me."

"Scully, please don't do this to me."

She was still angry but he certainly knew how 
to get around her. How could anyone even 
think about an emotion like anger
when confronted by a gorgeous, wide-eyed hunk 
of a man telling them about quick fisted 
Werewolves and Vampires who
didn't play fair?

She could see the bruises that had formed on 
his jaw and she knew there had to be others 
under his shirt. She looked at him
and shook her head. He was beautiful. He was 
also weird okay, make that *really* weird 
-but still *her* beautiful, weird
man. She would do what she had to do to keep 
him safe, even from himself.

She was after his shirt now. With a deep sigh 
of resignation, he sat up on the side of the 
bed and let her finish undressing him.
Then to his surprise, she kissed his forehead 
and pushed him back down on the bed, covering 
him lightly.

He had large bruises on his rib cage and on 
his back as well. He had to be hurting badly 
but seemed to be more concerned
with what her reaction to today's events 
would be. She probed his ribs for possible 
breaks, he winced but again he remained
silent.

"Was it worth it, Mulder?"

"I had a plan Scully. I just didn't expect 
them to have help. Who could have guessed 
that a Vampire would be in league with
a bunch of Werewolves. It just isn't natural, 
Scully. There is certainly more here than 
meets the eye."

She couldn't believe it. "Not Natural!" **Did 
he actually just say NOT NATURAL?** He bobbed 
his head up and down
several times enthusiastically. Again Scully 
found herself speechless, just staring into 
his sincere and very delighted eyes. He
looked so relieved that she had finally 
grasped the situation.

She moved her hand up and gently pushed his 
chocolate colored hair back from his 
forehead. There was a bruise there too.
What had she done in her life to deserve 
this? Had she been too sure of herself, too 
prideful? Perhaps she had been too
certain that in her science lie all the 
answers? Could she have, in her vanity, 
tempted God? So He had sent her Mulder to
love . . . and love him she did. But Dear 
Lord, Werewolves and Vampires, working 
together for the downfall of humanity in
general and tall, good-looking FBI Agents in 
particular. Did she really deserve that?

"Mulder, what am I going to do with you? You 
just make me so crazy. I can't let anything 
happen to you. I couldn't go on
without you, not now. But you won't let me 
protect you. You won't let me be a real 
partner to you."

Mulder was using his big sad eyes on her 
again. Damn! She *hated* it when he did that. 
OK, toughen up Dana. This is for
his own good as well as your own. And don't 
forget the long suffering Walter Skinner.

She and Mulder spent just about every weekend 
with Walter Skinner now. He had been so 
alone, until they had started
sharing their time with him. Now he had 
Scully and Mulder to love and to love him. He 
would be devastated if anything were
to happen to Mulder.

"Scully, please I can't lose you but . . . 
but I don't think I can go through . . . 
though *that* again either."

She smoothed his hair again, "I don't like to 
hurt or embarrass you, Fox. I love you. But 
you just won't listen to me and a
promise is a promise. You do remember what I 
promised to do to you the next time you 
ditched me, don't you?"

"Yeah, I remember." Oh no, his bottom lip was 
trembling. He was using *The Lip* on her. 
This was just not fair, not fair at
all.

"If you won't listen like a sensible adult 
then I will resort to drastic measures. You 
act like a reckless kid and I will treat you
like one. That was our deal. Or do you want 
to call the whole thing off?"

**Oh Dana, really low**. You know he won't 
risk losing you.

"I don't punish you when you make mistakes, 
Scully."

"No, you don't but my mistakes don't involve 
foolhardy actions that endanger my own life 
as well as that of my partner."

Mulder was shocked, "I would never . . . 
*never* do anything to endanger your life, 
Scully."

"I know you leave me behind to protect me, 
but think about it. You forced me into a 
warehouse with at least two suspected
murders. When I got there, you were in the 
process of being beaten unconscious. You were 
already down. I could easily
have been next."

He closed his eyes. She had done it again. 
How could he argue with that kind of logic? 
She has taken all the fight out of him.
"I'm sorry, Scully. You're right about this. 
But you really don't have to do anything 
else. Just the thought of endangering you
will stop me in the future. I don't need any 
further reinforcement." In answer, she just 
turned away from him and walked
across the room.

"Scully, wait . . . "

She picked up his ugly silk tie. She held it 
gingerly between thumb and forefinger. *Why 
would anyone waste silk like this?*
Keeping her hand behind her back she slowly 
walked back to him. She had made progress 
with him but she was not letting
to him off too easily. His life might depend 
on it.

She could see the fear and apprehension in 
his eyes. "Dana, please . . . no . . . don't 
. . . "

He had called her *Dana* again, which meant 
he was really, really upset. Walking to the 
bed, she lifted his right hand and
knotted the end of his tie around it snugly. 
Mulder closed his eyes. She pulled the cloth 
through the head board and reached
for his other hand.

He resisted for just a moment. She met his 
eyes and held them. "Your choice, Fox." He 
sighed and slowly relinquished his
hand to her. Stubbornly refusing to look at 
her as she secured his hands to the bed.

Again she gently smoothed his hair back from 
his eyes. "Don't be too worried, you may not 
enjoy all of what happens this
evening but it won't be as bad as last time. 
But, I guarantee you won't forget this night 
any time soon."

Their eyes met, she was smiling, he was 
looking anxious. She lowered her face to his 
and began to slowly kiss each and
every bruise on his beautiful face. When she 
had finished that task, she went over the 
same area again, this time lightly licking
and kissing. Her hot, wet tongue sending 
shivers down his body. She ended at his full, 
sensuous mouth for a long deep kiss.

She was watching him closely. The rhythm of 
his breathing had changed dramatically as she 
continued her gentle attention.
She proceeded down from his mouth and to his 
chest, paying special attention to the sweet 
hard nibbles buried in the furred
chest. He moaned and arched his back, 
presenting his body more fully for her use. 
She licked and nipped at his nipples until
he was moaning and withering with pleasure. 
She worked her way lower to his bruised and 
battered ribs. Making sure each
wound received her erotic but healing 
ministrations.

He was straining now, using body language to 
silently beg her to move lower. Smiling she 
lowered her mouth and began on
his long, muscular legs. He moaned in 
frustration. Her soft satin voice reached his 
ears, "Better calm down, Fox, you have a
long night of punishment ahead of you. And 
there is absolutely nothing you can do to 
gain my mercy." She was sucking his
toes, she thought he might just tear the bed 
apart with his struggles.

She moved to stand by his side and gently 
rolled him over onto his stomach. This caused 
the tie above his head to twist into
an X. She smiled, **How very appropriate.**

She gently stroked his smooth backside. 
Smack! She brought the hairbrush down hard. 
He had not expected it, had not even
known that dreaded hairbrush had come into 
the room with her.

"Scully . . . no-o-o-o . . . "

Smack! Smack! She stopped and gently robbed 
the injured area, soothing it with her 
kisses.

He was doing it again. The whimper. She loved 
it when he made that sound, somewhere between 
a sob and a moan. She
wasn't sure if it was more from pleasure or 
pain. Probably pleasure, not enough damage to 
that cute little butt to cause real
pain . . . yet. Oh-h-h. There it was again. 
The whimper. He was just so sexy.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Another whimper. She ran 
her tongue down the backs of his sexy legs. 
She loved the feel of the
hard muscles rippling under his soft skin. 
Biting, kissing and licking his strong 
runner's legs until she felt him trembling.

She tuned her attention back to his flushed 
backside, gently caressing the reddened 
flesh. Smack! Smack! Smack! Mulder
squirmed and moaned. She quickly moved her 
hand to his burning bottom and began her 
gentle soothing. "Calm down, you
know you deserve this." Smack! "Don't ditch 
me again."

That dark head was nodding, making a silent 
but heart felt promise. He didn't speak. She 
suspected he might be close to
tears. Today had been an emotional roller 
coaster and this mixed message she was 
sending had to be confusing for him.

This time she started at his left shoulder 
and began her slow steady progress down his 
long, smooth back. Caress, lick, kiss.
Caress, lick, kiss. Here the bruises were 
very evident. They must have been working on 
her partner for several minutes
before she got there for him to be hurt this 
badly. She caressed the darkly discolored 
skin on his lower back carefully. Why
couldn't he just be more careful?

Once again, she turned her attention to his 
sore bottom. His body stiffened as she 
caressed him there. He didn't want her
attention focused there. She knew the 
hairbrush was hurting him, could hear his 
muffled cries and indrawn breaths with each
stroke.

"Mulder, I am going to finish up here. Then I 
promise I will make you feel a whole lot 
better. OK?" A single nod of his head,
her only answer.

"I want you to listen to me, Mulder," Smack! 
Smack! "from now on you will " Smack! "wait 
for me." Smack! "You will be,"
Smack! "as careful with your life as you are 
with mine," Smack! "or I will kill you 
myself." Smack! Smack! "with this
hairbrush!" Smack! "Do you understand?" 
Smack!

More frantic nodding of his head. "And this 
one is for not keeping your eye on the 
Vampire." Smack! She smiled, "You
know they are not to be trusted."

He nodded more vigorously in agreement with 
her last statement. **Jeez!**

She was sure he was crying now. She could 
hear the soft sobs even though his head was 
buried in the pillow. She certainly
hoped he could breathe in there.

She could understand why he was crying. He 
had been through a lot today. And it always 
upset him when she punished him.
He hated to disappoint her. *And* he hated to 
be smacked.*

He deserved this spanking but he also 
deserved what she intended to do to him next. 
When she was done with him, he
would hardly remember the pain and 
embarrassment he was feeling now. Until . . . 
the next time he got it in his head to
protect her by *going in alone. * Hopefully 
then he would consider the dire consequences 
of such unfortunate decisions.
Hopefully. Better make sure she kept packing 
her hairbrush.

She ran her hand over his shivering backside, 
his skin hot and smooth like the finest silk 
of his ties. Only prettier. She moved
her lips over his punished flesh, felt the 
shiver run through his body again. She darted 
her tongue from between her full lips
and gently licked his sizzling skin. This 
time she was rewarded with a shudder and that 
delicious whimper again.

Continuing to caress his sore bottom, she 
moved her lips close to his ear. "You know I 
love you, Mulder." Another nod of
his dark head. "All right, the bad part is 
over for now. Behave yourself and it won't 
happen again. I'd much rather hear you
moan from pleasure than from pain."

She helped him turn over, reaching for his 
erection even as she did so. She got a 
definite gasp. She had him trembling again.
He was just so responsive. When it came to 
his body, he didn't withhold anything from 
her. If she turned him on, he let her
know it. No guessing games in the bedroom. 
And it seemed that almost everything she did 
to him turned him on. For him, she
was pure magic. What woman wouldn't find that 
totally flattering and highly erotic?

Was it any wonder that she would go to any 
extreme to keep him safe? Even up to and 
including smacking his deliciously
tight little butt. He *was* going to start 
acting more responsibly. Or else.

Leaning down she kissed the few tears from 
his face. They tasted salty but also sweet. 
She moved lower, sucking on that
luscious bottom lip of his. He had told her 
once that when he was a little kid, the girls 
had teased him unmercifully about that
lip. She would bet those same *girls* 
wouldn't tease him now. Most women found the 
grown up Mulder's lip totally
irresistible. She had seen females from 
sixteen to sixty eyeing his mouth with total 
fascination.

Usually he was completely clueless to the 
effect he had on women, and sometimes on men. 
Once when he was very
obviously being ogled by a gay, male suspect, 
she had seen him pull his bottom lip 
protectively into his mouth. That act alone
had caused the suspect to nearly have a 
coronary on the spot. Mulder had blushed like 
a very naive teenager. At that point,
the suspect became so infatuated, that Mulder 
had to leave the room and allow Scully to 
complete the interrogation. The
entire time the poor man had watched the door 
hopefully, waiting in vain for Mulder to 
return.

Walter has teased him unmercifully about the 
incident for weeks. Mulder had never been 
attracted to a man, except for
Skinner. Who knew why that was . . . it just 
was.

Scully knew that she was driving him crazy 
tonight. Good. She wanted to drive him crazy. 
She was moving down again.
Across his chest Suck. Lick. Kiss. Suck. 
Lick. Kiss. Down his bruised rib cage. Suck. 
Lick. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Kiss. Into his
navel. Suck. Lick. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Kiss.

She loved the way his big strong body was 
trembling under her. For her. Suck. Lick. 
Kiss. She loved the way his whimpers
had turned into one long, low moan. Suck. 
Lick. Kiss. Across his flat, hard stomach. 
Suck. Lick. Kiss. Lower still, until her
mouth finally closed around him . . .

"Scull-l-l-l-ly . . . "

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