Gents
by Sara Lynn
Originally posted
October 15th 1999
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Classification: MSR; Non-X-Files case
Spoilers: Nothing specific but set in the 6th season prior to Mulder and Scully getting the X-Files back
Summary: The boys club isn't what it used to be.
Distribution: Do NOT archive at Gossamer. Xemplary and Ephemeral, OK. Anyone else, let me know before you do!
Feedback: Anything from a short sentence to a dissertation (although the latter will probably scare me)
Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t sue.
Author’s Thank You: Thank you to Lisa for her great summary statement. Thank you Ropobop for the Ropobeta!
Boring, Boring, background checks are boring . . .
"Mulder," Scully whispered following her slight nudge to his ribs. "Don’t doodle on the file folder."
Mulder turned his pencil around and erased the lines of text he had written. Reluctantly, he decided to actually listen to SAC Mitchell droning.
"This is an important undercover operation which may make many of you uncomfortable. The man we’re looking for is a very dangerous terrorist in the making. However, he does not look unique in any way. From what we know, Robert David Warren is about 6 feet tall, brown hair. He sometimes wears glasses. He has no visible markings, scars or moles to identify him.
"The only piece of information we have is from an anonymous caller. Apparently, Warren frequents a bar in downtown D.C., Gents."
"Isn’t that a gay bar?" Another agent asked of SAC Mitchell.
"That is true. It’s a men’s only establishment. From what our source has told us, he will frequently pick-up men for his militia and those that don’t join tend to wind up dead. What we would like to do is place a few agents inside the club undercover to see if they will make contact with the subject.
"I would prefer volunteers. I do understand that this will make some of you uncomfortable, but I’ve picked about seven of you to cover the club tonight, and I’ll rotate the agents tomorrow if we get nothing tonight. Rutherford, Grant, Wright, Nivens, Hughes, Jewell, and Mulder will go in tonight. Irwin, Borden, Freedman, Redden, Palmer, Ford, and Olson will take over tomorrow. Any questions?"
Scully raised her hand immediately. "Sir, Why was I not included in stakeout?"
"As I said Agent Scully, Gents is a men’s only bar. As you are aware, you are the only woman in the D.C. domestic terrorism bullpen. Since you cannot join us in the field, you can be in charge of the documentation of any information collected and collate them."
"In other words, be a secretary?"
"If you wish to simplify it. As for the order of events . . ." Mulder tuned out the rest of the SAC’s details. He glanced over to Scully, her hand hiding her face. Through a sliver of space he could see that there were tears in the corner of her eye that were not being shed. As the meeting was dismissed, several of the other agents passed by Scully, each seeming to leave a small sexist comment as they passed. Mulder wanted to punch each of them in the face, but he decided to toe the line and handle Scully privately.
"Scully?"
"What?" she said snappishly.
"You okay? I know that SAC Mitchell was being an ass . . ."
"I’m fine, Mulder." Scully gathered up her papers and started for the large conference room doors.
"Scully, don’t BS me. I’ve known you too long for you to . . ."
"This is the boys club, right?" She turned her head slightly. "So it’s time to play with the boys." Scully turned on her heels and walked proudly out. Mulder followed her into the hallway where instead of taking a right to return to the bullpen she hooked left and started for the elevator.
‘Gents, a men’s club’ said the sign outside. If you didn’t know better, you’d take it as such, but beneath the superficial front was the pick-up scene for many of the male homosexual population of D.C. Mulder did not try to think about that as he walked through the door into the steamy jungle. He wasn’t sure if any of the other agents would show. They were given the instructions to show at staggered times so not to arouse suspicion. Mulder walked close to the bar, scanning the darkened building for a man matching the vague description of the subject.
After about fifteen minutes, Mulder decided to let the subject find him. He perched himself upon a barstool and ordered a drink. Although he desperately wanted to leave, for some reason he stayed. He didn’t look up. There was no way he wanted to risk making eye contact with anyone.
"Are you saving this seat?"
Mulder glanced out the corner of his eye and saw the small black-haired man standing to his right. Something seemed familiar about him, but Mulder dismissed it as just a fleeting thought. The man pointed down at the charcoal sport coat lying across a barstool to try to get Mulder’s attention once again. "Nah. It’s free."
"What’s his name?"
"Huh?" Mulder turned to see the black-haired man try to flag down the bartender.
"You look depressed. I assume you and your boyfriend . . . " The man stopped at Mulder’s snide laugh. "What?"
"It’s just . . . well see, I kinda wish my partner was here."
"What happened to your partner?"
"Oh, nothing serious. This just isn’t my kinda of place."
"Well, how about you and I go someplace else?"
Mulder immediately dismissed the notion; no, he didn't want to go anywhere with this man. Then he thought fleetingly that this could be their man; this could be the killer. Sure, he was shorter than they thought, but they really didn't have any solid description of their man, and Mulder wanted to be sure before he let the guy go. And he found himself strangely attracted to this man for some reason ... there was just something about him, something Mulder quite put his finger on...
Mulder didn’t know what to think of the unspoken offer. He never had thought of himself as anything but a red-blooded heterosexual male. But of course, in the back of his mind, there was always that ‘what if.’ This man sitting next to him just opened the door to what if and it was up to Mulder to either stay outside or walk in. "Um. . . where would we um . . ."
"You don’t want to take me home, do you?" The black-haired man laughed.
Mulder shook his head. For some reason, he knew what his neighbors would think. The kindly old lady two doors over. The one that listened and knew everything on the fourth floor. The young blonde thing down the hall that flirted with Mulder despite his blatant rejection. The couple across the hall who thought that Scully and he were more than just partners. And then there was Scully.
Scully, the woman he pined for. He had put her up on a pedestal so high, no man could touch her . . . not even Mulder. Somehow, he couldn’t help but think that no woman would ever be able reach the level of perfection of Scully in his mind. However, the adoration that he gave her left them both celibates. Although, Mulder couldn’t know for sure about her, he still had needs to satisfy. This seemed like a way to do so without cheating on Scully with another woman.
"Would you want to go to a motel instead?"
A motel . . . a seedy motel like the ones he forced upon Scully on a weekly basis. Seemed fitting somehow. "Sure."
"There’s one around the corner that didn’t look too bad."
Mulder nodded and followed the man as they walked out of the safety of the club. The streets were amazingly quiet and only an occasional car passed by them. For some reason, Mulder kept turning away. Out of shame. Out of pride. Somehow, he didn’t want to admit this tryst to anyone.
As the two of them reached the motel, Mulder watched the black-haired man pass the front desk and head straight for a room door. "This is where I’m staying."
Mulder watched him unlock the door, opening it widely for Mulder to enter first. The room was plain. A little nicer than most of the ones he had stayed in. Large bed with a soft-looking top blanket. Nice sized TV.
"All that talk back at the club and I still don’t know your name, Stranger."
"Marty."
"Well, *Marty*, is this your first time?"
Mulder spun around to look at the man. "Course not, I’m just . . ."
"Sit."
What?
"Sit down on the edge of the bed." The man repeated.
Mulder did as the man said and watched as he knelt down beside the bed. Without warning, the black-haired man yanked on Mulder’s slacks and almost ripped the zipper off its tracks. This was moving way too fast for Mulder; he suddenly wanted out of here, right now. "Hey!"
"C’mon Marty, relax. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at this." And suddenly Mulder felt a set of lips wrap around the head of his penis. His eyes slipped shut and he felt himself collapse backwards onto the mattress.
"Oh god." He whispered. Behind his eyelids, Mulder saw stars. It was incredible. It had been so long . . . so long . . .
Suddenly the stars faded and Mulder saw a beautiful light. An aura encasing a heavenly figure. A figure of a woman, with a body to die for and hair redder that the burning sun.
"Oh, Scully."
Then it stopped. The feeling stopped and Mulder felt laughter. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the motel bed staring at the tacky ceiling. Glancing down, the black-haired man’s eyes locked with his.
"Oh no." Mulder pulled back and moved to fasten his pants back up. "No, This was a mistake."
"What?" The man was stunned. He sat down on the bed, spooking Mulder back to the headboard.
"I . . . I can’t do this."
"Of course you can. You’re just nervous is all."
"I don’t know. I know this isn’t working."
"You didn’t like my work?"
"It was fine. Actually the best I’ve ever had."
"Thank you." The man smiled.
"But despite you being the one performing the act, you’re not the one I’m thinking of when I come."
"So you’re thinking of someone else?"
Mulder nodded.
"Another man?"
He shook his head.
"A woman."
Another nod.
"Your wife?"
This time Mulder answered with a laugh.
"Girlfriend? Lover? Stalking victim?"
"No, my partner."
"Ah, the partner again. Unrequited, I assume?"
"Completely."
"And you’ve been saving yourself for her?" Mulder nodded.
The black-haired man stood up and paced around the room.
"I know how you feel. There’s someone in my life too."
"I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is going to happen?"
"We’ll see." The black-haired man sat beside Mulder facing him. "Let me loosen you up." And before Mulder could protest, the black-haired man’s lips were there. A forceful deep kiss opened them up to each other and Mulder’s defense lowered. He could feel himself bend into the man’s sweet lips. Something tart and tangy that relaxed him and made him only want more.
Mulder took hold of the man’s shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. He wasn't sure why he was doing this, or why this suddenly felt so right.
"What? What are you. . ?"
"I want to go down on you now," Mulder said, surprising himself as much as the other man.
The man tried to sit back up, "You don’t have to do that, Marty."
"I want to. It’s the least I can do for such a wonderful job." Mulder reached for the man’s zipper, but found a set of hand trying to stop him.
"Don’t, please."
"Awww, you’re shy." Mulder pushed his hands away and took hold of the slacks.
"You’re gonna be surprised." The man muttered under his breath as Mulder decided to just remove all the obstacles in the way of his goal. But when he reached the goal, he found he'd apparently been running to the wrong end of the field. Where there should have been a penis . . . nothing. Only a patch of matted auburn curls and a woman’s mons.
"You’re a woman?!"
"C’mon *Marty*, You’ve never heard of a ‘drag king’?" Mulder looked up at the smiling face and wondered. The eyes staring at him were a crisp aqua blue. The lips full despite the lack of lipstick. The hint of a beauty mark just below the nose and what looked like a wisp of red peeking out from the tussled black hair. Oh, no. It couldn't be...
Mulder grabbed hold of the black hair and pulled. All of a sudden a black wig was in his hand and lying breathless on the bed in front of him was a very familiar redhead. "Scully?"
"Surprise."
And what a surprise. Mulder raked his eyes over her body. It was amazing. Up until now, he’d ignored all the signs, but Mulder should have known by now to always follow his gut instinct. She had done a good job of concealing the curves on her body. Shoulder pads, flattened chest, and straight-legged pants.
"Weren’t you heading down south to do something, *Marty*?"
Looking down at her bared hips and legs, Mulder smiled. She really wanted him? The expression on her face said yes. "And I’m gonna enjoy this," Mulder said as he moved in-between the vee of her legs and leaned over to breathe in her scent.
"Are you waiting for an invitation?"
"Nope." And as sudden as her impromptu blowjob, he began lapping at the exposed skin at Scully’s juncture. He closed his eyes but could see everything in living color on the backs of his eyelids. Red and pink with just a touch of blush and apricot. He could smell the stale beer-scented air around the two of them, but the taste of sugar and vanilla and chocolate melted together on his tongue. And the sounds . . . he had never heard anything like this coming from the woman before him. A gasp here and there until finally she was hitting high pitches letting him know he was succeeding.
"Oh, Mulder!"
And he stopped. Well, at least the foreplay part. He had to have her, right now. Half out of his pants at that point anyway, he yanked them down furiously, catching them at his ankles, but it was good enough to get his groin exposed and into hers. He felt more than heard her gasp, and paused. "Scully?"
"Keep going."
Now, who was Mulder to object? He tested the waters slowly, pressing her into the mattress. Scully did nothing to deter him from his goal. She reached between their bodies and started to unbutton his oxford white shirt. However, she did not get very far before Mulder’s lips came crashing down on hers. "Stop that," he mumbled against her mouth.
"Why?" She pulled back as far as she could to see his eyes.
"Cause I can’t control myself if you continue."
"Why control yourself?"
"But . . ." The gears in Mulder’s head were grinding to a halt. "What about . . ."
"Mulder, if you want to finish, go for it . . . I’m right there with you."
That was all the encouragement he needed. Like a madman, he ground his hips into hers as he climbed higher and higher towards ecstasy. To Mulder’s amazement, Scully stayed true to her word and was right there with him. Faster and faster he pumped as he felt his eyes roll back in his head and his body tighten up to the point of sheer pain.
And with a groan, it was over. Mulder tried unsuccessfully to keep himself inside Scully as long as he could without crushing her. He settled for holding himself up on his elbows and breathing in deeply the smell of sex.
"Wow."
Scully laughed. "Just wow?"
"No, I meant . . . wow." Soon they were both laughing and Mulder had to move or he was afraid his muscles would atrophy. He helped her up and looked around the plain room. An armchair, the bed they were now occupying, a dresser with a bolted down TV. Mulder turned and fluffed the pillow against the headboard as a backrest. Once he finished that, he proceeded to remove the rest of his and Scully’s clothes. He managed to get her button down shirt undone to see what was underneath. No bra but a generous amount of Ace bandages. "So that’s how you did it."
"Yeah but it’s a bit tight. Would you remove it?" She raised her arms and allowed Mulder to unravel her breasts from the elastic cage. "Oh, that’s so much better." She dug the heels of her palms into the side of her breast knowing Mulder’s eyes were watching each movement.
"Come here." He motioned for her to sit in-between his legs. She lay back placing her head on his chest and snuggled in. "Nice," Mulder said quietly.
"Better than nice."
"So you reserved a motel room for the purpose of seducing me, Agent Scully?"
"Actually, I was thinking ahead so I could save your ass."
"Literally."
Scully snorted a laugh, turning slightly to see Mulder’s eyes slipping closed. "Mulder, go to sleep."
"Don’t wanna." He said as his eyes slid shut.
"Mulder, you’re in your late thirties. I can understand if you need to sleep."
"Later; I have some questions to ask you."
"Such as?"
"Did you actually have this all planned out?"
"I’d be lying if I said no. I wasn’t sure my plan was going to work, but I underestimated you. I never knew you were interested in a gay tryst."
"I’m not." He smiled
"Uh-huh, whatever."
"When you haven’t had sex in years and there is no way to get the woman you love into bed, you resort to almost anything besides masturbation."
"Glad to know I’m ‘almost anything.’"
"Nope, You’re the one I love." He said placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Can’t be. You said you loved a woman unrequited, and since I love you back . . ."
"Wait, did I just hear Dana Scully say she loves me?"
Her body shook with laughter. "Yes, Fox Mulder, Dana Scully just said she loves you."
"Now this is incredible."
"What? That someone can actually love you?"
"No, that I just had myself referred to in the third person completely naked with a beautiful woman in my lap."
"It should happen more often."
Mulder hugged her closer. He could feel her round knees nudge his thigh as she curled up into the warmth of his body. His arms and chest tightened as he realized the treasure he held. Although he felt bone tired, something still needed to be touched upon. "Scully, why were you there at the bar?"
"Like I said, I wanted to protect you. That and I wanted to prove something to Mitchell."
"I think you’ve proved something to everyone, Scully." He hugged her close and squeezed her tight. "Now, I guess you found a way to play with the boys."
"Not only that, before you got there I made contact with the suspect."
Mulder took hold of Scully’s shoulders and twisted her around so he could look at her. "You what?"
"I got there early. Got a few numbers to boot."
"I’m impressed, Scully."
"No, be impressed that one of those was an R. Warren." Scully got up from her space on the bed and retrieved the sport coat she wore earlier. Before Mulder realized it, several folded pieces of paper were sitting in his lap.
"Whoa! What are these?"
"Phone numbers."
"You’re not going to call them, are you?"
"Mulder, " she said, an exasperated look on her face, "These are from gay men who thought I was a man."
Mulder looked at the woman kneeling on the bed next to him. He could not see how any sane person could mistake his beautiful Scully for a man. She was so soft and . . . kissable. As he raked his eyes over her curves, he sensed her lips coming closer to his.
"So did you." She said as her mouth clamped over his.
"Have I mentioned how much you amaze me, Scully?" He whispered under the normal roar on the room.
"Not since about three this morning." She smiled turning instantly back to the front of the room as SAC Mitchell entered.
"Well, what do our seven operatives have to report?"
"None of us had any luck . . ." Nivens started.
"Actually, I might have." Mulder interjected. "I was given the business card of a R. Warren."
"Go Mulder." Mitchell applauded softly. "So you got a look at the subject?"
"Not a clear one." He said giving Scully a sideways glance.
"I’m not sure I’d recognize him," she whispered back.
Mulder looked briefly over the crowd before pulling Scully over to a dark booth. "I just wanted to get you alone for a moment. I can’t believe this outfit of yours is turning me on."
"Are you going to be such a sexual aggressor now that we’ve slept together?"
"Of course."
Scully smiled. "There he is." Mulder looked over to where Scully was pointing. Standing in the corner watching the two of them was a 6-foot tall man with brown hair. "He’s wearing glasses tonight. He wasn’t last night." As Mulder got a better look at Warren’s face, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. The man was plain, but handsome. His eyes were difficult to make out behind the thin-rimmed glasses, but appeared to be brown. His face wasn’t too long or too short. His nose wasn’t too small or too large. Nothing about this man jumped out, but something about him was alluring. "C’mon." Scully pulled lightly on Mulder’s hand and let him over to where Warren stood.
The man noticed the two of them as they got closer. "Dana!" He shouted over the noise of the club. Mulder’s eyes widened as Warren wrapped his arms around his partner. "I was hoping you would show up tonight. You ran off before we could make a date."
"So sorry, Robert. I had to see my friend Fox here."
"Fox?" Robert looked up at Mulder and gave him the once over. "He certainly is." Taking hold of his free hand, Warren gave him a firm handshake. "Any friend of Dana’s is a friend of mine."
"Well, um. . . I’m more like Dana’s. . . um, partner."
"Oh." Warren released Mulder’s hand and looked down at Dana. "You didn’t mention that."
"Well, I also didn’t mention I reserved a room for us tonight at the motel down the street."
Warren smiled slyly and motioned for the three of them to leave. Mulder had no clue how they were going to pull this off. As they reached the motel room, Scully motioned for Mulder to get the door.
"Last night’s bust was a success, Mulder. How did you get Warren to trust you enough to follow you into the trap?" Skinner looked up at Mulder over the hamburger waiting for the agent to answer. Since the man was no longer their supervisor, he had to resort to a weekend rendezvous.
"Actually sir, all the credit should go to Scully."
"Scully?"
"She disguised herself to go into Gents and was the one to make initial contact with Warren."
"How did she get him to fall into the trap?"
Mulder shook his head. "Scully just knows how to get under a guy’s skin and make him follow her to the ends of the earth."
"Sounds like you know this from experience."
"First hand, sir. Scully may want to be one of the boys, but she has the power to get any gent she wants."
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