Title - Semper ubi sub ubi II
Author - Cyra (ccontryman@ups.edu) 
Rating - NC-17 
Classification - SR
Spoilers - None worth mentioning
Keywords - Mulder/Scully romance.
Summary - Close encounters in small, dark spaces cause 
Scully's wardrobe to dwindle.
Disclaimer - Yeah, I don't own them.  Whatever.

Author's Note:  I agonized about posting this story.  It's a little
rougher than my usual fare, and just as I'm not sure exactly how far
Mulder can push Scully before she balks, I'm not sure how far the writer
can push the readers before *they* balk.  But posting I am; I hope you
like it. Loose translation of title: "Always wear underwear."

Warning: Some disturbing themes dealing with dominance and 
alternative sex ahead.  Proceed with caution.

***

Mulder and Scully shot out of Skinner's office like scalded cats. 
"Whoa," Mulder muttered.  "He's in a snit, isn't he?"

"You provoked him," Scully said.  

"*I* provoked *him?*  Would you care to elaborate, Agent Scully?"

Smiling, Scully whispered in his ear.  "I didn't tell you, but Skinner
called Friday night.  He left four messages on my machine.  We didn't
answer his call.  He didn't mention it because he's pretty sure he knows
what we were doing."

Mulder went rigid suddenly, and Scully moved away from him with immense
satisfaction.  She'd been waiting for an opportunity to do that.

"I've got to take care of something," he said abruptly, turning on his
heel and heading in the opposite direction.  "You go on back to the
office."

Scully bit her lip and complied, knowing exactly what Mulder was
planning and wondering what corner of the J. Edgar Hoover building would
be the next place that Mulder made love to her.

She knew she wouldn't have to wonder long.  Mulder wouldn't be able to
face her again until he knew when he would have her next.

***

Scully was typing up a final report, two hours later, when Mulder
entered the basement office.  "I have to show you something," he said,
his eyes averted.  "Are you almost done with that?"

"Give me a few minutes," she said absently, not looking at him.  "I'll
be done soon."  Inwardly, she was trembling.  It was somewhat perilous
to tease Mulder like this.  If she had any brains at all, she'd abandon
what she was doing and pray that her computer didn't crash while they
were gone.  

*Don't let Mulder's body distract you from your job,* her practical side
admonished her.  She obeyed it, but for purely mischievous reasons.  She
wanted to see him squirm.

When she finally closed out her programs and turned to Mulder, he was
pacing.  "I'm ready," she said placidly, and he glared at her before
taking her arm and leading her from the office.

When Mulder stopped at the elevators, pressing the "up" button, Scully
began to realize exactly what Mulder had planned.  He ignored three of
the elevators that came down to pick them up, then finally boarded the
third one on the right.

"What's so special about this one?"  Scully asked teasingly when they
were inside, waiting for the doors to close.

"You'll see," Mulder said, pressing the button for the fifteenth floor. 
Perplexed because Mulder didn't reach for her the second the doors were
closed, Scully leaned back against the walls and sighed.  He refused to
look at her.

Suddenly, at about the fourth floor, the elevator suddenly shuddered to
a halt.  The lights flickered.  Scully cocked her head, amused.

"The Gunmen?"

"They owe me for that Vegas stunt," Mulder said.

"Is anyone in there?"  Came the voice over the speakers.

"Yeah," Mulder called.  "Agents Mulder and Scully.  What happened?"

"We don't know.  It's jammed.  We'll have to call the company over. 
Sorry about this, buddy.  You'll be in there for a while."

As soon as the speaker went dead, Mulder turned to Scully and pressed
his lips hotly to hers.

"How long will it take them to fix it?"  She gasped when Mulder
transferred his burning mouth to her neck.

"Hours, if Langley's done his job," Mulder said.  "You'd better lose the
underwear if you want to be able to wear them again."

Scully laughed.  "Are you sure this car isn't bugged?"

"Positive," Mulder said impatiently against her skin.  Scully managed to
shed her nylons and panties while he was preoccupied with kissing her,
but she would have to wait for another day to see his body again; Mulder
couldn't wait any longer to unzip his fly and shove himself into her.

Scully moaned, her limbs gone all buttery. It had been too long, far too
long...clumsily, she tried to wrap her arms around his neck.  He had
been unusually patient today, even waiting for the call to come over the
intercom before touching her, but that apparently was no indication of
his arousal.  She could tell that he was mere seconds away from coming. 
"No," she whispered when he shuddered against her, spilling himself with
one final, hard thrust.

"I'm sorry, Scully," he said when he could speak again.  "It's been too
long."

She nodded, not looking at him.  She felt like kicking him.

"Don't get upset," he whispered, and she was surprised to see him sink
to his knees in front of her.

"Mulder?"  She asked incredulously.

He unzipped her skirt and slid it from her legs, tossing it into the
corner with her undergarments.  Then he kissed her abdomen.

"Oh, Mulder, you don't have to..."

"Shhh," he said.  "I've wanted to do this for a long time.  I've just
never been able to corner you for long enough."

He dipped his tongue into her belly button, wringing a long moan from
Scully's throat.  She twisted her hips restlessly, and he grasped her
thighs tightly to hold her still.

"You've never...ah...you've never said anything," she gasped when he
pressed his open mouth to her curls.  She was afraid that this was one
of his conciliatory acts, when he tried to make up for the way he took
her in his rages.  She didn't want a courtesy fuck.  "Please, Mulder,
only if you want to."

"This is part of the reason I want you so much," he murmured.  "Your
scent.  No matter how much or how little perfume you wear, Scully, I can
always smell this.  Do you know what road trips do to me?  Being stuck
in a car with you for hours on end, smelling you..." Here, Mulder dipped
his tongue between her folds.

Scully thrashed her head from side to side, pressing her hips against
him as he fucked her with his tongue.  Damn, he was *good* at this.  She
wondered absently how many other women he had gone down on, whether he
desired them the way he did her...and then that thought broke away and
floated off, with the rest of her mind, when Mulder pressed the flat of
his tongue against her clitoris.  Scully bit her tongue, hard, to keep
from screaming when she came.

"Scully," he said in wonderment.  "I've never been able to concentrate
enough to watch you do that."

"Mulder," she moaned, leaning against him.

He laughed, taking her and lying her down on the floor of the elevator. 
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, kissing her.  Scully accepted his
kiss weakly, tasting herself on him.

A little later, when they had both rested and she could think again,
Scully turned to Mulder.  "How often have you done that?"  She asked in
an accusing voice.

Mulder's eyebrows raised.  "What?"

"How many women have you gone down on?  Did you do that to Diana?"

"Scully," he soothed, trying to gather her into his arms.  "Don't -"

"No!"  She cried, pushing him away.  "We've been together for two years
and you've never even indicated that you got off on oral sex.  Do I not
turn you on enough?"

"Scully," he said warningly, but she cut off his words with a hard punch
into his midsection.  He doubled over while she got to her feet and
started putting her clothes back on.  She was trembling with rage.  She
had never thought about Mulder with other women before, not even Diana. 
Sudden images of him with her, fucking her, crowded her brain and she
had to fight to breathe through the fury.  And then she had to fight to
breathe when Mulder tackled her.

"Get off me," she hissed.  He lay on top of her, breathing harshly in
her ear, and she tried to elbow him in the stomach.

"Stop that," he told her harshly.  "Now, listen.  I don't know what's
wrong with you, but I've never asked you about your past relationships
and I certainly have never attacked you about Jerse or Willis or that
moron Padgett."

"Shut up," she threw back at him.  His nearness was getting to her in a
purely non-antagonistic way.  She could feel his cock against her ass. 
He hadn't yet zipped his pants.

"Don't talk," he gritted out.  "It makes me furious, and you don't want
me any madder than I am, Scully.  I guarantee it."  And he pulled her up
onto her knees.

"Don't you dare," she cried, trying to shake him off.  "I'm not done
yelling at you."

"And I'm not done fucking you," he said, wrapping one arm around her
waist to keep her still and placing the other near hers.  He pushed into
her slowly, and Scully moaned again, trying to remember why he shouldn't
be doing this...

"You're the only one I want," he informed her harshly, his breath hot in
her ear, rotating his hips against her.  "I haven't been with anyone but
you for five years, Scully.  Are you jealous of the ones who came before
you?"

"No!"  She again tried to shake him off, but Mulder held her tighter.

"Hold still, Scully," he warned.

"Are you going to hurt me?"  She demanded.  "You swore you would never."

"I won't hurt you."  He slid slowly out of her, and despite herself
Scully moaned for the loss.  "But this will be less uncomfortable for
you if you hold still for a second."

Scully was about to demand he tell her what he was planning when she got
her answer.  Mulder pressed his cock slowly, gently against her anus,
penetrating her.

"Mulder," she moaned, besieged by waves of pleasure mingled with pain as
he cautiously inched into her.  The lubrication of her juices helped,
and she realized that he'd already thought of that.

"You act so pure," he hissed up against her ear.  "You act as though
you've never been with anyone but me. I know that's not true, Scully. 
And I know that despite that virtuous facade, you love what I do to
you.  You loved it when I went down on you and you love this.  Don't
you?"

"Fuck you," Scully whispered under her breath, pressing her face against
the floor of the elevator.

If he heard her, he didn't acknowledge it, instead biting down on her
neck savagely and thrusting himself even further into her.

"Dana Scully, the perfect daughter, the perfect agent, the perfect
virginal hypocrite," he sneered at her.  "You can lie to yourself all
you want, but I know that you love dirty sex.  You've been waiting for
me to do this ever since the bathroom, when I shoved my finger up your
ass.  Do you like this better, Scully?  Do you like having a hot dick up
your ass?"

She was in reach of her release, but she couldn't quite get ahold of
it.  Tears running down her face, she nodded.

"Answer me," he said sharply.  "Do you like being fucked up the ass?"

"Mulder," she groaned.  "Please touch me...I can't..."

"Tell me," he said, his fingers inching down her abdomen towards her
cunt, teasing her curls.

"God, yes, I like it," she whispered.  "Touch me."

He complied, pressing her clitoris between two fingers and sending her
over the edge.  They came together, Scully sobbing his name, Mulder
growling hers into her hair.  She could feel his fluids filling her up,
augmenting her climax.

He collapsed against her, slipping out of her, and Scully began to feel
the damage he'd caused.  Grimacing, she wiped her cheeks, hoping he
hadn't noticed her crying.

Mulder slid off of her silently, covering himself and straightening his
clothes.  Scully got to her knees, wondering if she had any bruises.

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head.  "Don't be.  I provoked you."

"You're hurt."

"I'll heal."  Her cheeks were burning.  She slowly began to gather her
clothes.

"Scully," he said, his head in his hands, "I didn't mean what I said. 
You're not a hypocrite."

"I know you didn't mean it."  She took a deep breath.  "I didn't mean to
blow up at you about your past women.  I just...you're too good at that,
Mulder.  I couldn't help but imagine who else..."

"I know.  I don't know why I...Scully," he moaned when he got a look at
her face.  "I made you cry."

Impatiently, she wiped at her eyes.  "Mulder, you'll cry the next time
someone forces you to tell them you like it up the ass, too."

He smiled weakly.  "I think I was trying to convince myself that you
liked it."

"I did like it," she whispered.  Clothes back on, she went to Mulder and
wrapped him in her arms.  "I like everything you do to me, Mulder.  So
much."

"Do you like it when I berate and humiliate you?"

"In a way," she said, hugging him closer.  He laid his head in her lap. 
"I like the way you lose control with me.  I like knowing that you want
me so much that you sometimes lose your head."

"I don't like it," he said.  "I wish I could be around you without
wondering what I'm going to do next to cause you pain."

"Don't think about it too much," she whispered, kissing his forehead. 
"Try to think about the ways you can give me pleasure.  That's what I
think about."

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, until the elevator
crew arrived and started tinkering with the car.

"Are you sure this place is secure?"  She asked again.

Mulder gave her a sheepish grin.

"Mulder..." she felt panic well up in her chest.

"No, no, nothing like that.  I...Langley and Byers had the signal from
the video camera re-routed.  I'll go pick up the tape later tonight."

"Go now," she urged.  "Before they have time to make any copies."

Finis