NEW DEBUT: Full Circle To The Truth Pt. 2 (8/10)(NC-17)
AUTHOR: Des
EMAIL ADDRESS: des826@internetconnect.net
Disclaimer in Section 1


She had to get out.
That seemed to be the way she was handling all of her pain these
days. Well, maybe she needed to change that, < but it wouldn't be
today> Scully thought, pressing the button for the elevator. < I'll
just get a sandwich> she planned, anticipating working late. She
just had to get away from the office where she had known
overwhelming pain and shattering pleasure - all in one day. As
she heard the bell ring, and the doors opened for her to get on,
she was surprised to realize that there was quite a crowd waiting
for the elevator, moving en masse and sweeping her on before
she'd had a chance to prepare.

And found herself face to face, hip to hip, with Mulder.

As the door closed, she quickly lowered her eyes afraid that he
would be able to tell she'd been crying. She couldn't bear that.

Him knowing.

Mulder lowered his head on top of hers and whispered in her ear,

"Scully."

Her hands automatically moved to his waist in response as the
doors opened, and even more people got on the elevator, pushing
her intimately close to him.

Close enough to see the pain and yearning in his eyes.

Close enough for her to feel his arousal at her nearness.

Close enough to feel him trembling with want of her.

Close enough to want him too.

< God> Mulder thought. "How much longer, Scully?" he whispered.

Scully raised her head and looked into his eyes, singed by the
heat there. And knew the truth.

It didn't matter that they still had problems to work out, that
her feelings were hurt, and that she knew without a shadow of a
doubt that further intimacy between them would only complicate
things further.

This was going to happen. It had been too long in coming to be put off
much longer. It might not be today or tomorrow but it *would* happen.
Even if she knew it might be a
mistake for them both.

And as they heard the bell ring, and the doors open, letting people
off and destroying the moment of intimacy, they both knew it.

Was she ready for it? Dana was terrified. < Not now> was all she could
think, dropping her hands from his waist and backing away.

Scully please." Mulder whispered, his voice filled with hunger and
pain.
But Scully turned around and walked away, hearing the elevator
doors close behind her.
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Mulder tried to calm the fire in his gut and the pain in his
heart. How long could he keep watching her walk away from him? It
hurt like hell.

"Agent Mulder? Are you getting off?"
Jarred from his musings, Mulder realized that the elevator had
stopped and an agent was holding the door open for him.

"Agent Mulder...?"

"Yes, yes...I'm sorry. Thanks," Mulder said, starting to step off
the elevator.

"Uh...Agent Mulder?"

"Yeah?"

"I hope you don't think I'm out of line but...are you alright? I
mean, you haven't been yourself for weeks."

Slightly embarrassed, Mulder hung his head for a moment. "Thanks
for the concern Agent Williams, I'm fine," he answered.

"I was very disappointed to hear about you and Agent Scully's
breakup. Umm...of your partnership," Agent Williams added
quickly. "Look....I'm sorry that came out all wrong and it's none
of my business."

"That's okay Williams, no harm done," Mulder said reassuringly. "And
again, thanks."

Walking off the elevator, Mulder continued down the hall, not
really aware of where he was going. Was it really that obvious?
Until Agent Williams had mentioned it, he really hadn't noticed
his lack of interest in the work that HAD been his life. But now
that it had been brought to his attention, he realized that
though he still had the work, he still felt empty.

His mind wandered back to that afternoon a year ago, where - in
his hallway - he shared his heart with his partner. How she had
saved him and helped to make him whole again - just by her
presence in his life. Back then, he'd told her that he didn't
know if he could continue the work alone or if he would even want
to.
But he wasn't alone - he was with Diana. But he *felt* alone.

"Out for a summer stroll, Agent Mulder?"

Though the voice came from behind him, all Mulder had to do was
take a deep breath - detecting the faint aroma of tobacco
recently smoked - to know to know who was talking.

"Bathroom break," he said, turning around to face him.

"Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor, Agent Mulder.
I was worried after I'd heard of the dissolution of your
partnership with Agent Scully."

"Thanks for the concern," he said sarcastically. < Fuck off, old
man>

CSM chuckled as he reached in his pocket for a piece of gum,
almost as if he'd heard Mulder's thought and found it amusing.

"How's the new partner working out?"

"I'm not in the mood," Mulder said, starting to walk around him.

"Having trouble adjusting? Why, surely that can't be? I mean this
is nothing new to you is it? This should be old hat by now,
considering that you've been through this once before," he
finished, stopping Mulder in his tracks.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he said, turning to
face him again.

"Why, Agent Scully's departure of course. She is not the first
partner who's walked out on you, is she? But you survived Agent
Fowley's departure quite well, in fact you seemed to prosper
afterwards."

Mulder leaned against the wall in reaction to what he'd just
heard. Big Daddy Spender thought he was taunting him, but in
reality he'd just made the situation somewhat clearer. This
wasn't the first partner he'd lost; Diana had left him too.
But it hadn't hurt this badly. It simply didn't tear him up
inside the way every day away from Scully did.

"Are you less of a man now than you were then?" said CSM.

< No. I just didn't have then, what I've lost now.> he thought.

"Why don't you get one of your flunkies to write a memo on it and
mail it to someone who gives a shit?" Mulder said, then turned
and walked away, beginning to see the light at the end of the
tunnel.
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J Edgar Hoover Building

Diana stood outside room 1725, bewildered. Whose office was this
and why did they want to see her? Outside of the room number,
there wasn't a name on the door, or anything else that would give
her a clue as to whose office this was.
< There's only one way to find out> she thought, and knocked. When
she received no answer, she rather apprehensively entered the
office, shutting the door behind her.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

Squinting her eyes in the dimly lit room, she slowly took in her
surroundings, viewing the plush decor. < Looks more like an
apartment than an office> she thought, looking at the couch big
enough to rival a twin size bed.

A tiny click had her head snapping around, searching for a face
in the darkened room. "Hello?" Still no answer.

Beginning to get spooked, Diana turned toward the door, intending
to leave, but stopped when she felt two hands grab her by the
waist, then start to slowly caress her breasts.

"You've been a very bad girl today."

Instantly aroused, Diana fought valiantly not to let it show.

"Cain you bastard! You scared me to death! What are you doing
here?"

"That's Mr. X to you baby," he whispered, biting her earlobe.

"Let me go," Diana said, barely stifling a moan.

"We both know that's not what you really want, now is it?" he
taunted.

"Cain, I'm serious," she replied, starting to pull away from him.

"No you're not," he shot back, backing her toward the couch, then
turning her around, and locking his lips on hers. Wrapping his
arms around her tightly, he fell to the couch then turned her
beneath him.

"It's always the hard way with you, isn't it?" he asked, biting at her
lips.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she panted, on fire for
him and hating it.

Moving down her body, he ripped open her blouse, sending buttons
flying, and bit her nipple before sucking it strongly in his mouth
through her thin bra.
Diana shuddered and moaned.
He was the most exciting lover she'd ever had - making her come harder
than she'd ever thought possible.

She just couldn't resist him.

"Yeah baby, that's the sound I like to hear," he said, sliding his
hand underneath her skirt.

"Let me up, dammit!" she said weakly.

"Uh-uh," he said, reaching her panties and sliding his fingers
under the elastic and into her already wet folds. "You're under
punishment," he whispered, starting to stroke her rhythmically.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" Diana moaned, her hips beginning to
move in time with his strokes.

"You keep straying from the plan baby. We need them together -
not separate."

"I'm not damaging the plan," she denied, feeling her body spiral
higher.

"That's the wrong answer," he chastened, and slowed his strokes,
listening to her cries of frustration. "Tell the truth Diana," he
said coldly, "I told you to stay away from Scully after that
night in the rain, didn't I?"

"Yes! Yes!" she said frantically, and he slid two fingers into
her and stroked her with his thumb.

"And yet you went to her office today and threatened her over
'your partner'? I told you - they are *inevitable* and nothing you
say or do is going to stop it," he said, knowing she was his for
the taking now.

"H-How did you...oh!" she gasped, "You bugged her office, you
bastard," she moaned.

He slowed his strokes, making her groan loudly and try to get up
>from the couch. She was trying to fight but her body was
screaming for release.

"Let me go Cain!" she cried, frustrated.

"No," he said, stroking her hard and fast, wanting her at the
brink of orgasm. "And if you'd stuck to the plan there would be
no need for this...punishment, OR bugging her office."

"Ohhh...mmmm...Cain!" Diana cried, feeling her body start to
tense.

"Why do you keep disobeying me Diana?" he asked, listening to her
not-so-soft cries and trying not to focus on them. "When I give
an order, I expect it to be followed," he said sternly, and
stroked her faster.

"Fuck you!" she panted, her body beginning to shake.

"Oh, you will," he sneered, "but I want answers Diana. And I
intend to get them." He slipped his fingers out of her heat,
though his thumb still slowly stroked her clit.

"Cain...NO!!!" she cried in frustration. She was strung as tight
as a bow, right on the edge of orgasm. "Damn you to hell Cain,
I'm ready to come," she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut while
tears started to seep from her eyes.

"Answer me! Is it Mulder?" he continued huskily, starting to
breath harder.

"No, no," she answered feverishly. "I left him for you didn't I?"
she panted.

"Yes, you did. You liked it hard and long and often," he agreed,
speeding his strokes and using his other hand to slide her
panties down her legs and off. "Those were some hot nights...
and days."

"Don't flatter yourself, you bastard. You think you can fuck
better than Fox?" she spewed, hating him, wanting him.

"No. But you just *wanted* him," X said roughly. "You *need* me,
don't you baby? You need me like an addict needs a fix."

"Bullshit," she spat defiantly, knowing he was speaking the
truth. "And what about how you need me?"

"I'm asking the questions," he told her. "Now, if it's not
Mulder, then it's Scully," he said, pressing down harder on her
clit and rubbing her lightning fast. "Why?" he demanded, and was
rewarded by her high thin cry that signaled she was at the edge
again.

"Cain! I want you inside me," she cried, and succeeded in making
him moan.

But he slowed to a rub. "Why Diana?" he said hoarsely, ignoring
her cries.

"She just pisses me off."

He stopped completely.

"GODDAMMIT CAIN - let me come! Please! PLEASE!" she begged. She
was almost there.

Removing his hand from between her thighs, he reached in his pocket
and pulled out a foil packet, ripping it open. "No. Not until you tell
me why," he said, unzipping his pants and sliding the condom in place.
"Tell me and I'll let you come"  he panted, positioning himself and
his hard member between her thighs.

She moved her hips in search of him, but he retreated.

"CAIN!!"

"Tell me Diana!" He ordered, stopping his strokes and placing his
cock torturously close to her heat.

Shuddering, she told the truth. "He loves her. In a way that he
never loved me."

X plunged into her with fury, grabbing her ankles and wrapping
her legs high around his waist. "If that was what you wanted, you
could have stayed his partner and worked on the X-Files," he
groaned, his black eyes burning with passion and purpose.

"God! Cain..." she shouted as he rode her with fury.

"Look at me Diana!" X demanded, knowing he wouldn't have to hold
out for long. In her glazed eyes he could see her fast
approaching orgasm. "I gave you a choice," he said urgently,
grabbing her hips and rocking her back and forth over him. "You
chose ME! NOT Mulder!" he said, moving even faster, then shifting
so that he stroked her both inside and out.

"Yes, Cain...you...oh...!" she moaned.

"Scully...doesn't...matter. Understand?" he said, grinding his
hips against hers. "Stick...to...the...plan...Diana," X finished
through clenched teeth, riding her hard.

Diana was moaning constantly now. Panting, shaking and on the
edge of orgasm for too long, she was almost incoherent.
"Cain!...Please!" she said desperately, not even aware of the
tears rolling down her face.

"Say it Diana!" he shouted. "Scully doesn't matter."

"I...need it, Cain...I need it," she begged.

"SAY IT!" he demanded, slowing down. "Scully doesn't matter!"

"S-Scully doesn't matter...Cain! NOW!" trying frantically to move
her hips faster, but he held her hips firmly, keeping to his
rhythm.

"And you'll stick to the plan?" he asked, slowing down even more.

"Yes!! You BASTARD!" she shouted.

"Say the words, or I swear I'll keep you like this all night," he
threatened.

"I'll stick to the plan," she said, desperate. "Just give it to
me Cain. I need it. Let me come."

And without a word he started thrusting again. Moving in and out
of her with a speed and precision guaranteed to bring them BOTH
to orgasm. Soon Diana matched his rhythm, and they were speeding
to the inevitable.

"Don't stop, Cain!" Diana said, shuddering wildly.

"Let me feel it baby" X moaned, now as caught up as she was.

And she did, squeezing him tight. He tumbled over the edge, moaning
and shuddering with her.

"Cain," Diana whispered, trembling.

X raised his head and pushed her wet, tumbled, sweaty hair away
>from her face and looked at her with burning black eyes. "Let it
go Diana. You made your choice. Stick to the plan."

"Alright," Diana agreed solemnly. After a few moments reality
came crashing back. Feeling chastened and humiliated by her
'punishment', Diana fought back the unexpected tears that sprung
to her eyes.
No way would she let him see how ashamed she was at
her complete inability to resist him. She shifted, intending to
put enough order to her clothing to get out of the building and
go home.

"Where are you going baby?" X whispered in her ear.

"Home," Diana replied, trying to control a shudder.

"Uh-uh. I'm just getting started. I've become suddenly voracious
for some reason. You might find yourself spending a lot more time
in my bed," he told her, implementing the next part of his plan.

"Cain, I'm tired," she lied.

"Not as tired as you're going to be," he said, and unhooked her
bra, freeing her breasts and capturing them both in his palms,
caressing and licking first one, then the other, before sucking
strongly at her nipples. Diana tried to resist - for about a
second - then she was lost in pleasure...again. As he let himself be
aroused by Diana's sexy cries, X had one last coherent thought.

< Alright Mulder, I'm doing my part. Get off of your ass and do yours.>
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J Edgar Hoover Building
10:00 p.m.

Skinner headed toward the elevator, exhausted after a hard days
work. All he wanted was a drink and some sleep. As he heard the
ping that signaled the arrival of the elevator, he saw Kersch
walking out of his office and heading towards him. < shit >

"Hold that door," Kersch shouted, and watched as Skinner pressed
the button to keep the door open.

"Thank you," Kersch said as the door closed. After a few minutes
he spoke again. "Working kind of late tonight, aren't you?"

"This is pretty much my regular routine," Skinner said coldly.

"Well, at least we can go home and unwind right?"

"I'm not one for small talk, Kersch. I just want to go home. It's
been a long day."

"Look, I know you don't appreciate my attitude toward Agent
Mulder and probably felt that I was out of line today."

"Yes. What is your point?"

Walking to the elevator panel, Kersch pressed the button to stop
it. "My point is, Scully's reputation has been brought down far
enough from her partnership with Agent Mulder; she doesn't need
anyone trying to make her backtrack."

"You shouldn't speak about things you know nothing - less than
nothing - about."

"I know this: Agent Scully works for my department now, and has
no business consorting with you or Agent Mulder. I'll do whatever
I have to do to make sure of that fact."

"There are still cases that they will be required to work on
together, simply because they are the only agents qualified to do
the job," Skinner reminded him.

"There's still Agent Fowley-"

"Who is a recent arrival," Skinner interjected, and despite the
fact that she was previously Agent Mulder's partner, she is still
not up to speed enough to handle some of the pending cases."

"Well you'll just have to make do now, won't you?" Kersch taunted
menacingly. "Like I said, Agent Scully's career has been set back far
enough."

Grabbing Kersch by the lapels, Skinner slammed him against the
back of the elevator. "Kersch, I have nothing against you. You
were a great field agent in your day, with impeccable instincts."

"Get the hell off me! You son-of-a-bitch!!" Kersch shouted,
trying to remove himself from Skinner's iron grip.

"Now maybe you've been riding a desk so long that those instincts
are practically non-existent, but mine are not," Skinner stated,
pressing Kersch firmly against the elevator wall.

"This doesn't have a god damn thing to do with me or my
instincts, Skinner."

"Hear me on this Kersch. Separating the two agents is the worst
thing that can happen, and if you were half the agent you used to
be, you'd know that too."

"That's shit, Skinner."

"If it's shit Kersch, then you'd better get used to the taste
because I intend to make sure this separation is temporary, not
permanent."

"And I intend to make sure it stays *permanent* - not temporary,"
Kersch shot back emphatically.

"Kersch, you don't have a clue about what's really going on in this
situation."

"And you do?"

"Yes."

"Enlighten me."

"At one time I might have," Skinner said, finally letting Kersch
go and pressing the button to resume the ride, "but you're not
worth the effort."

"My statement still stands," Kersch said, straightening his clothing.

"As does mine," Skinner replied, facing him squarely.

"So, the battle lines are drawn," Kersch said, throwing down the
gauntlet.

"Do yourself a favor, Kersch. Don't get in my way. Like I said,
there are things you know less than nothing about."

"I could have you written up for this, you nasty son of a bitch."

"True on both counts, but I mean what I say Kersch," Skinner said
as the elevator stopped on the ground floor. "Deal with it," he
said succinctly, and walked away.
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10:45 PM
J Edgar Hoover Building

Mulder rubbed his eyes as he turned off his computer. < Why was he
still here?> he asked himself. He wasn't really working on
anything; he was just wasting time.
He could do that at home.
Actually, he wasn't even supposed to be going home at all, since his
building was being fumigated tomorrow. The manager had asked the
tenants to file
out tonight just for good measure, but technically he didn't
really have to worry about where he was to lay his head until
tomorrow.
Which brought him back to his original question.

Why was he still here?

Because SHE was.

He knew it. Felt it. < What is wrong with me?> he asked himself, but
even as he asked
the question, he knew the answer.
In a phrase, he missed her. In so many different ways.

Always asking questions, he thought fondly. Always trying to poke
holes in one of his theories, or him trying to poke holes in one
of hers. He never really understood just how much he'd come to
depend on her being by his side.

She just fit there.

He never questioned it. Or noticed it, for that matter.

Until now.

How many times over the past several days had he opened his cell
phone to call her about some detail - to get her medical opinion
on a case or any opinion for that matter. He'd come to realize
that she balanced him.

Of course he'd come to realize these things *after* she'd walked
out of his life. < Just like the asshole he was> he thought.
Somehow it seemed very fitting that he felt like this.

What was wrong with him? He was suffering.

She was like a fever in his blood. And he wanted her so much. < She
LOVES me> It was a miracle. < But she won't come back to me.> So he was
still hurting.

Picking up his cell phone, he pressed the auto-dial for hers
before he could take the next breath, cursing himself for being
so weak. He promised himself the next move had to come from her.
As phone rang in his ear, he promised himself he would only
listen to her - not talk.
He just wanted to hear her voice. That would be enough.

"Scully."

Mulder closed his eyes.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

< Are you ever going to come to me Scully?>

"Hello?"

< Hurry up Scully, I don't know how much longer I can wait.>

"Mulder?"

Panicked, he hung up. Feeling like a complete jackass, Mulder turned
off his computer, grabbed his jacket and walked out of the door.


End of Part (8/10)
Continued in Part 9