Date: Mon, 23 Mar 1998

Disclaimer: I don't own Mulder, Scully, Margaret Scully, Skinner or any other characters from the X-Files. They belong to Chris Carter and the FOX network. I just write about them.

Summary: Mulder gets his revenge.

Catagory:SRA, MSR

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Please, please send me feedback. madame.butterfly@mailexcite.com

This is a sequel to my last story 'Paybacks', so it might help if you read that first.

Spoilers: Anasazi and Pilot (small)

Thanks to Sean for all the help with this one and the last one.

Mulder's Revenge
by : Madame Butterfly

Within the next couple of days, Mulder was itching to be discharged. Not only were the nurses sick of his complaining, but so was Scully.

"Come on, Mulder, let's get you dressed."

"I don't mind you helping, Scully, but I am capable of dressing alone." He turned on the bed and hung his legs over side. Scully raised her eyebrows as the gown threatened to expose all of him.

"Do you find that intriguing, my dear Dr. Scully? I'll let you explore later at HOME." She took his boxers out of the bag and began to slide them up his legs. He reached down to help her, but let out a yelp.

"Mulder, just let me do it before you pull out some stitches."

"I'm fine, Scully." He muttered through clenched teeth. Those words had absolutely no meaning to either of them from so much use. He stood up and Scully pulled his boxers up pausing slightly to caress his ass.

"Sculleee. . . don't tease." he moaned sitting back down on the bed. She went around to untie the gown, and then threw it aside, pulling a T-shirt over his head. As she was finishing, Dr. Wiseman, Mulder's surgeon, walked in.

"Racing to get out of here, Mr. Mulder?" he said. He approached the bed and motioned for Mulder to lay back. He then pulled the T-shirt up and pushed the boxers down.

"Why is it that whenever I put my clothes on, someone tries to take them off?" The doctor and Scully exchanged a glance and Scully's face lit up with a grin.

"I just want to see the surgery site. I won't embarrass you in front of Dr. Scully, even though she's probably had first hand experience with the area in question." He smiled as both Mulder and Scully blushed. As he continued to palpate the area and pulled back the bandage, Mulder winced.

"Does it still hurt that bad?" Scully asked cautiously.

"No, its just a little sore." He never met her eyes as he said it which was usually a clue that he was lying to her. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. He had that puppy dog look in his eyes. The hazel was a little greener than usual which usually meant that he was feverish. "Mulder, tell me the truth. You're a horrible liar."

He knew better than to argue with her in doctor mode. She also would know instantly if he continued to lie. "It's my whole lower abdomen. It just aches."

Dr. Wiseman had been observing the whole scene. Did these two really think that they were fooling anyone with the "hey, we're just partners" act? It was pretty obvious that they were more intimate. He decided it was time to join the conversation.

"The lower abdomen pain might be due to the urinary tract infection, but I would like to see an urinalysis before you leave."

Mulder frowned and Scully immediately recognized the cranky, stubborn look on his face. She had seen it during enough cases to know what it meant.

"I just want to go home." He said with a pout.

Scully thought he was gonna cry with the pathetic look he gave her. She reached up and stroked his cheek to comfort him and said, "I know, Mulder, but we have a two hour flight home and I don't want any emergencies in the air."

"I can do a quick test. It'll take five minutes." The doctor walked out of the room to obtain a specimen cup while Scully tried to convince Mulder to cooperate.

"Mulder, the faster you get better, the faster we can have some fun." The sparkle in his eyes had returned now as she continued to purr at him and caress his chest. She then leaned down and kissed on the forehead. They both jumped back as the doctor returned. Mulder managed to walk to the bathroom and the doctor followed him in and shut the door.

"I can do this alone." he said obstinately.

"I would hope so, but I need to examine your penis and I don't think you want me to do it in front of your partner." Mulder nodded and began to lower his boxers. He stopped abruptly when he was forced to bend over and looked sheepishly at the doctor. Dr. Wiseman simply pulled them down completely and began to examine the groin. Then, he moved on gently to Mulder's penis and testicles, he did, however, note that Mulder cringed the whole time.

"You have a pretty bad UTI. The antibiotics probably need more time to work, but give me a sample anyway."

Mulder complied with the orders and made his way back to bed. Dr. Wiseman came out of the bathroom with the jar and went to the nurses' station. As he passed Scully, she noticed that the urine still had a dark tinge.

"Mulder, hop up here and let me help you put your jeans on." He lowered himself onto the bed gingerly, but she didn't miss for a second the grimace he tried to hide. She gave into instinct and pulled him to her just to hold him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her to embrace her. He was gently scrapping his beard stubble on her exposed chest and all she could think about was the growing wetness between her legs and how much she wanted Mulder to get better FAST. Softly, he began to leave kisses along her collarbone. Between kisses, he began to talk. "Scully, I love you. You're my only tether to sanity sometimes. Even when you shot me, it was because you cared about me." He looked up at her and saw his own tears mirrored on her face.

"Mulder . . ." that was as far as she got before their lips finally met. God, that lower lip was just as perfect for kissing as she had always dreamed it would be. At first, it was almost chaste as if he was relishing in the mere taste of her lips. Scully was the one who pushed it deeper and started to explore his mouth. They were just beginning to discover new aspects of their relationship when the doctor walked in.

"Mr. Mulder, though there is still some blood in the urine, its simply blood being washed out of your system and nothing to cause concern. You do, however, have a UTI that's just beginning to go away, so it'll burn when you pee for awhile. I have some prescriptions to give you as well as some restrictions," he paused, "Number one and most important: no more sex."

Mulder's jaw dropped and Scully began to giggle. "How. . . how did you know that?" Mulder managed to stammer out.

"Mulder, they've run urine tests everyday. Semen would show up, you know that. I knew he would see."

Dr. Wiseman had a stern look on his face. "She's exactly right. It should have hurt like hell when you climaxed because all your muscles contracted."

"It did hurt a little," he admitted with a smirk, "but I wasn't real worried about it at the time."

'Well, you're just lucky that you didn't pop any stitches."

"Scully," Mulder said with a sly grin, "taking some risks for me, aren't you?"

"Was it worth it, Mulder?" she shot back with a smile.

Mulder didn't get a chance to answer because the doctor piped in. "Okay, I can see where this is headed, and the biggest restriction is still no more sex."

"Okay, I'll make sure he behaves."

"Next thing, bedrest. You are to stay in bed most of the time. You can walk around a little, but nothing strenuous. You can have these privileges until you take advantage of them. Dr. Scully has warned me that you don't follow orders, and that you try to go out and get an endorphin high from running. If I hear of this, I will fly to DC and tie you to the bed. Understood?"

Mulder was looking a little shell-shocked while Scully was glad that he had laid down the law so that she didn't have to. "Yes, sir." Mulder said in the voice of a 13 year old.

"Good. Next week, I have set up an appointment with a colleague of mine in DC. It's on Monday and Dr. Scully has all the details. Alison will inform me if you're having any complications."

"Alison? I have to go to a woman to get my UTI checked. Plus Monday's only three days away and I don't want to go back to the doctor so soon." Mulder whined.

Dr. Wiseman and Scully exchanged an annoyed look. "She's an old friend form med school and you need to be examined again soon." He then picked up the chart and signed the discharge papers. "You are free to go," he said shaking Mulder's hand, "just be careful." Mulder and Scully thanked the doctor and started to go out the door. Scully had snagged a wheelchair for Mulder and she could feel the argument about that that was ensuing.

"Mulder, sit." He looked at her to argue, but instead just sat. Scully smiled to herself at his resignation without any smart-ass comments.

The flight home hadn't been too bad because Scully had forced Mulder to take the Tylenol with codeine. Fortunately, he had passed out with his head in her lap and his legs stretched out onto two empty seats. He briefly began to thrash with the regular nightmares, but Scully woke him before any damage was done. He had yelled out something about his father, but not wanted to talk about it when he woke up. He had never admitted it to her, but she knew that after Samantha's disappearance, his father had beat him. She had seen him naked enough to notice the faint scars on his back, buttocks, and thighs. It had appalled her the first time she'd seen the more pronounced scar across his groin, not far from his penis. Mulder laid enough guilt on himself without his father's blame. Scully could only hope that someday he'd confide in her.

At the airport, Maggie Scully and AD Skinner picked them up. Through the many hospital stays with Melissa, Dana, and Fox, Walter and Maggie had grown close. Recently, that closeness had even developed into a romance.

Unfortunately, their gate was about a mile from the car. Mulder was still dazed and half asleep. The only way he managed to get off the plane was by leaning so heavily on Scully that she'd have a bruise. Skinner was waiting with a wheelchair that Mulder fell into. As they walked through the airport, he snored away in the chair. Skinner had to literally lift him into the backseat of the car while Scully buckled his seatbelt. Due to his stubbornness in taking prescription medications, when he did take them, they knocked him out.

Finally, they made it to Maggie's house. The only words that Mulder had said since getting off the plane were "hey, this isn't my house," but he didn't argue about staying there. Skinner had to carry Mulder into the house. They made it to the door when Mulder slipped and Skinner snatched at him roughly to catch him. Mulder bolted wide awake and yelped in pain as Skinner inadvertently pressed on the incision.

"Fuckin' bitch!"he yelled as he doubled over. Mrs. Scully opened the door and they ushered Mulder into the guest bedroom. Scully began to unbutton his jeans and pull them down over his hips. Maggie had taken off his shoes while Walter pulled back the covers. Scully finally got him stripped down to his boxers.

"Does it still hurt?" She was pushing back the bandages as Mulder was beginning to doze again.

"No, not too bad." he said with a grimace.

"Don't lie to me, Mulder." She began to palpate the area. He wasn't cringing, but she could tell it was somewhat painful because of the tension in his abdominal muscles.

"I'm okay, Scully," he said pushing her hands away, "I just want to go to sleep."

"You have to eat something before you go to sleep."

"I'll go and heat some soup up." Maggie said turning to the kitchen.

Scully and Skinner both went out to the car to bring in the luggage. She wanted her medical bag to check Mulder's temperature. His eyes were looking a little glassy and his skin was warm.

Back in the bedroom, Mulder was trying to reach the bathroom. He made it, but as he began to urinate, the burning started. He was swearing that he'd never let them stick another catheter in him when Scully knocked on the door.

"Mulder, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Scully." he said pretty unconvincingly.

"Mulder, I'm coming in."

"No--" he yelled, but it was too late. Scully was already shutting the door. Mulder pulled his boxers back up as fast as he could while Scully gave him her medical once over.

"Does it burn bad?" Reluctantly, Mulder nodded. Scully reached for the waistband of his boxers and he allowed her to pull them down.

"Come on, Mulder, you've got to finish before your bladder bursts." He began to bear down as Scully rubbed his back and his abdomen. Finally, he got some output, even though it was a little dark. When he finished, Scully reached down and pulled his underwear up. He was starting to get a little pale and wobbly which meant he had been standing too long.

"Let's get you back to bed." He didn't put up any arguments, but simply ran some water over his hands and face.

Mrs. Scully and Skinner were waiting for them with the tray. Mulder blushed realizing that AD Skinner now knew that there was a more intimate relationship between Mulder and Scully. Maggie was grinning as she fluffed the pillows and set them up against the headboard. Mulder sank onto the bed without the slightest wince.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?" Scully asked.

"No," Mulder smiled up at her with the first real grin she'd seen in awhile.

"It's probably because you stopped being so damn stubborn and peed, no matter how bad it hurt. Your bladder was probably bursting." He blushed and she reached up to ruffle his hair and then pulled the blanket up over him.

Mulder managed to eat most of the soup that Maggie had set out for him. Then after Scully forced his medicine down his throat, he was out like a light again.

"Should we wake Fox for dinner? He's been asleep for four hours." Maggie asked.

"No, he ate more at lunch then he's eaten all week. Just let him sleep."

"Dana, we're going to have to discuss romantic relationships between partners when he gets better." Walter and Dana were the names they used in the Scully house to avoid any workplace tensions.

She blushed. "I know, but Mulder and I can maintain our professionalism."

"I believe that you can, but we need to figure out how we're going to present this to the rest of the Bureau--" He was cut off abruptly by a strangled cry. Scully and Skinner both drew their guns and made their way towards the noise. Scully quickly realized that it had come from Mulder's room. As they entered the room, both of the reholstered their guns when they saw that Mulder was bolt upright in the bed.

"Mulder, its okay. It was just a nightmare." She moved towards the bed and embraced him. "He's okay. I'll take care of him." she said turning to Walter and her mom. They shut the door and headed back for the kitchen.

Mulder was shaking like a leaf and sobbing into Scully's chest. She was rubbing his back and stroking his hair. "Talk to me, Mulder. It's okay, I'm here. It's okay. Shhh. . ." She laid back against the headboard and pulled Mulder with her. He laid his head back on her stomach and wiped his face.

"Mulder, do you want to talk about what happened?"

"Scully, I. . . I--It was about my dad." he said between sobs.

She was trying everything she knew to console him, but finally decided to try a new approach. "Fox," okay, he hadn't corrected her yet, that was a good sign, "I know that your dad beat you. I've seen the scars." As she said it, he let out a huge sob.

"He beat me because I lost Samantha."

"Fox, you didn't lose Samantha."

"He said it was all my fault. He blamed me and . . .and he made. . .he made me take off my clothes." He stopped and buried his face in her sweater.

"Fox, did he sexually abuse you?"

"He. . . he never raped me. He just. . . just put his fingers in me. He would just shove his fingers in me dry. He told me that he knew I liked it since I was a "fuckin' faggot." The night after Samanthat disappeared he was so rough that I was bleeding so bad from my ass that they had to take me to the hospital. But he made sure there was time to whip me with his belt before we went. That's how I got the scar right above . . ." he let out a sob.

"Right on your groin above your penis." God, she had never thought his father had sexually assaulted him. God only knows what he had inserted into Fox's rectum in his anger. "Samantha was not your fault no matter what your dad said."

"I was bleeding everywhere. I threw up all the over the floor and started crying and screaming. It just pissed him off more, so he grabbed a brass candlestick off the mantle and hit me with it. I woke up three days later in ICU." The forlorn look on his face was enough to break her heart. He wasn't in the hospital with hysterical catatonia after Samantha's abduction; his father had raped him and beat him to a fuckin' pulp. What kind of father could rip their son apart? She pulled him tighter and kissed away the tears running down his cheeks.

"Why didn't someone from the hospital report it?"

"My dad was a State Department employee. He could hide any of the records or threaten their reputations. That's why the records say I was catatonic. When he walked in the room, I was." He looked up at her and the depth of hurt in his eyes should have been to much for anyone person to bear in a lifetime. "He never beat me that bad again, but when he was drunk I knew to stay out of the way." He rolled over onto his back and collapsed against the pillow. Scully moved over and kissed him. She had no idea how to describe the taste of him, but it fit. It was very Mulder. She couldn't lay on top of him, so she wrapped herself around his healthy left side. As she moved her leg over, she couldn't help but notice the growing hardness in his cock.

"Mulder. . .Fox," she said in between kisses breathlessly, "we can't do this. We have to stop."

"Scully, just let me make love to you with my mouth. I won't do anything for myself."

"No, Fox . . ." he just wouldn't stop kissing her. It felt as if his lips were all over her, " you won't be able to hold back. I don't want you to pop any stitches."

"So I'll take a cold shower. I promise not to come." She was trying to argue when he reached his hand up under her shirt and cupped her breast. "Do you really want me to stop, Dana?" He accented the Dana just as he pinched her nipple.

"If you stop now, I might have to shoot you again." That was all he needed to hear. Laying on his side facing her, he began to unbutton her sweater. She lifted up slightly so he could get the sweater off her. He pulled the T-shirt right off with it. What was left in front of him was something that he hadn't seen since their first case together. She'd seen him naked many times, but he had only seen her once. It had taken a lot of will power not to take her back then when she stripped to ask him if she had the marks. It was the same soft skin, but no longer was there conservative beige underwear, now there was black lace. He was reveling in the contrast of it versus her skin, but decided that he wanted to see her bare. As if she had read his mind, she sat up and threw the bra to the floor. God, it was gonna be nearly impossible to get rid of this hard-on. Her perfectly round, small breasts were hanging in front of his face with very hard, rosy nipples.

"Fox, stop staring and touch me, dammit." With his tongue, he reached out and licked the tip of each nipple, her back arched toward him trying to push more of herself into his mouth.

"Ah, ah, Dana, patience." He stretched his arm down and undid her belt and zipper. Then, he ripped both her pants and her underwear off with a savage grin.

"God. . .Fox. . ."

"Scully, have you finally realized my true identity?"

"Shutup, Mulder." He turned and pulled her on top of him where he could touch her without hurting his side. He grabbed her breast and sucked the nipple as his other hand searched for her inner thigh. She was bucking against him now, so he flipped her over onto her back, and settled comfortably between her legs. He kissed each breast once more as if he regretted leaving them and moving to the creamy skin of her neck. He could have spent hours just licking and kissing her neck, but if he didn't move faster he was going to violate his end of the bargain. He began to kiss his way down to her more interesting parts and delved his tongue into her belly button. He dragged his lips down to the spot where her hip and abdomen met. Her eyes were only half open and she was gasping and moaning with pleasure and anticipation. As Mulder began to kiss the twitching muscles of her inner thigh, Scully felt as if her whole body had gone to jello.

Finally, Mulder's chin barely connected with her clit; she arched up off the bed and he took his tongue and licked from her anus to back to her clit. He took it in between his teeth and lightly teased back and forth. She was bucking wildly causing strands of auburn hair to fall over her eyes. Mulder took it as a cue to plunge two fingers gently into her vagina. He was harder than he thought humanly possible. If Scully so much as brushed up against his penis, he would have come. It was time to finish it before he lost it. As he thrust his fingers in and out of her, he reached up and flicked her nipple. She was close to the edge, so he gently suckled her clit until she let out a scream. She said his name over and over as she tightened around his fingers. She thought maybe she had blacked out because when she came back to reality, Mulder was gone. As she lay back trying to catch her breath, she heard the shower start. Then she heard Mulder step into what must have been very cold water judging from his disgusted yelp. She began to giggle not believing that being finger-fucked could be so good. Mulder's incessant groaning in the shower just made her laugh harder. Oh, just wait until he got better. If he thought that blowjob was good, she had a lot more to show him.

MORE TO COME. . .madame.butterfly@mailexcite.com