The Reek of Purity (10 of ?)

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Disclaimer: The X-files belong to Chris Carter
and 1013 Productions, not me. I'm only
borrowing the characters for now. I'll put them
back when I'm done.

Rating: NC-17, language and other stuff;Okay, I threw
in some gratuitous stuff! So sue me; the devil made me
do it.

Spoilers: Thru 7th Season; Amor Fati, All Souls, The
Calusari, Die Hand Die Verletzt, EXCLUDES all things
and the rest of Season 7.

Summary: Mulder didn't feel the first gunshot but he
felt the second one. A sharp, breathless agony took
him in the chest and he found himself gasping on the
pavement. Overhead he heard the explosions of
gunfire, then saw a terrified Scully pulling at his
clothing....

Author's Note: This is a story of Satanic possession,
based on the accounts and transcripts of actual
exorcisms found in Malachi Martin's book "Hostage To
the Devil" and M. Scott Peck's "People of the Lie". To
the extent possible I will use actual events to flesh
out this story within the boundaries of a fictional
work and the twistings of Mulder's character. But it
won't be pretty. Be warned.

Further Note: Sorry about this, I really honestly
thought we'd be exorcising that damned demon by now,
but HE JUST WON'T LEAVE! More chapters until I can get
his bags packed and move him on.

Father Gregory added,"Oh, and another thing. It's
pretty customary to either audio or videotape this
type of proceeding. It documents the condition and the
treatment and viewing it can sometimes help to allay
the subject's later disbelief that he really was
delivered of a demon."

"I know just the video techs to ask," said Scully.
"I'll give Frohike a call. I'm sure they have the
equipment."

"I'll go back to the rectory then," said Father
Gregory. "You should have a relatively quiet night.
The real fireworks won't hit until tomorrow. I'll be
here at 8:30 tomorrow morning with Father Clarence."
He said a brief good bye to Maggie and took his leave.

"Well, if nothing's going to happen until tomorrow I
might as well tell Frohike and the boys to come by
then. I think that two armed Federal Agents can handle
things overnight," said Scully.

Skinner nodded. "We can assemble the team in the
morning when the exorcist arrives."

Scully nodded and phoned Frohike. They agreed to
arrive by 8:30 and planned to bring audio visual
equipment with them. Scully closed her phone and
tucked it into her pocket. "Well, do you want the
first shift with him, or shall I?"

"I'll do the overnight shift and relieve you at 10.
You've had a long day and might as well get a night's
sleep," Skinner eyed the circles under Scully's eyes.
Thankfully, she didn't argue.

"All right," she said simply and unholstered her Sig.
Then, accompanied by Skinner, she went down into the
basement.

Mulder sat where they'd left him, on the bed. He
clasped his cuffed hands around a knee and silently
watched as Scully took a metal folding chair and
placed herself in front of the door.

"I'll be okay," Scully said, making eye contact with
the demon. "I'll shoot if it gives me trouble, and
Mulder knows I'll do it."

Skinner grinned, feeling just a little sympathy for
the demon, and left her to it.

The silence was palpable and Scully began to feel
uncomfortable. She shifted position on the chair and
looked up to see Mulder watching her. Or the thing
that wore Mulder's body....

Mulder...would she ever get him back, whole and sane?
It hurt to see him corrupted, a caricature of himself.

"Did you know that Mulder's wanted to get into your
pants for years?" the demon asked conversationally.
"Well, he has. He's got a whole collection of porno
videos starring red-headed sluts who look just like
you. He just loves to watch 'em go down on men, lick
their balls and slurp up that cum....." Mulder's deep
green eyes fixed on her. "And he beats himself off
every night dreaming of you doing all that to him."

"Should I tell you his fantasies? He wants to push his
dick so far into you that you're screaming
uncontrollably. And then he'll give you more, but only
if you beg. See, he knows you're not really an
ice-queen. You're just a horny slut who wants only a
good, hard fuck. You just want a man to show you who's
really in charge, don't you Dana? But he's such a
chicken-shit excuse for a man that he's never asked
you for what you'd give him willingly. You would,
wouldn't you Dana?"

The demon ran his tongue over his lips. "You dream
about the same things, about Mulder and what he could
do to you with those big hands of his. You want the
bruises, the marks, the welts. You want the pain,
don't you Dana? You love dangerous men, and that
scares the shit out of you."

The demon held out Mulder's cuffed hands. "And I can
tell you that the old saying about big hands, big dick
is true. You'd be screaming for mercy in ten seconds.
Would you like that? You know you would..."

A smile crawled across the demon's face. "You'd like
to feel these long fingers stroking your clit,
wouldn't you? You dream of these lips caressing your
cunny...You wake up gasping in the middle of the night
sweating and praying for all the things that Mulder
hasn't had the balls to give you." Mulder ran a finger
across his full bottom lip, then sucked the fingertip.
"I can give you all those things, Dana. And I am
Mulder. Just with some...additions."

Scully sat frozen, her eyes half-closed. How did it
know her fantasies? How did it *know*? She said
nothing but clutched the gun tighter.

The demon laughed. "Dana, I know all those little
fantasies you go through when you get out your little
box of sex toys. And your fantasy-man wears this face,
doesn't he? We're alone here, all day. I'm cuffed and
I can't hurt you. Unless you'd like to be hurt."

Mulder's voice dropped to a hypnotic purr and he stood
up from the bed. "You've even dreamed of Mulder in
cuffs, haven't you? You cuff him to the bed and force
him to fuck you, stop his dithering around and *make*
him take you. That's what you really want, isn't it?
That touch of danger?" He began to walk slowly toward
Scully, a sinuous swagger in his walk.

She suddenly became aware of an odor, musky and
intoxicating and soothing somehow. She had dreamed all
those things about Mulder, even, to her embarrassment
dreamed of Mulder catching her unawares in the office
and raping her. Her breath caught as Mulder
approached. She watched him approach her and breathed
a little faster.

Mulder smiled down at her. "I can give you all that,
Dana, and more. We have time. It's just us and nobody
has to know what we're doing down here." His hands
moved to her blouse and began to unbutton it.

Skinner tapped on the basement door. Hearing nothing,
he unholstered his gun and opened the door.

Mulder stood over a dreamy-eyed Scully, still seated
in her chair, stripped to the waist. Mulder's cuffed
hands were cupping and fondling her bare breasts while
she sat passively, her head leaning back and an erotic
smile on her face. Her gun dangled from one limp hand.

Mulder looked up at Skinner and gave him a lazy smile
before planting his full lips on her right nipple,
beginning to run his tongue over it.

"Leave her alone," Skinner shouted. "Get the hell away
from her or I'll shoot you!"

Scully moaned and Mulder moved away slightly. "But she
likes this, Walter. I'm not forcing her to do anything
she doesn't want to do."

"Get away from her," Skinner gritted and physically
imposed himself between Scully and the demon.

"Mulder?" Scully whispered brokenly, then looked up
and saw Skinner's back. She took in the tableau in a
second and drew a horrified breath, then clutched her
blouse to herself.

Skinner backed Mulder toward the bed and motioned him
to sit down on it. "And don't move from that spot
unless you want a bullet between the eyes."

Mulder just smiled. "You wouldn't shoot your friend,
would you? You know that I was just doing what
Mulder's wanted to do all these years. What you've
dreamed of doing yourself, Walter."

Scully nodded and, still clutching her clothing to
her, gave Mulder a backward glance. Mulder puckered
his lips and blew her a kiss as she left.

"If you want to know whether I'm persistent, that's a
big 10-4." Mulder leaned back against the wall. "I
didn't hurt her, I just gave her what she really
wants. That's what I do, you know. You hold yourself
back from the things that will make you complete. Too
many barriers, Walter."

In another part of the house, Dana Scully finished
running a bath and eased herself into the bubbles.

She didn't know what she felt. Dirty? Used? Maybe.
But, she had to admit, she was aroused. Thrilled. And
a little disappointed that Mulder had been stopped
short. The feel of his lips on her breast...she began
to gently circle the nipple he'd tongued with her own
fingertip.

She could see him, his eyes, his hair and feel him
touching her. She'd dreamed of it so much and so often
that there were times she'd wondered that Mulder
couldn't sense the hunger in her. But he'd never
acted, never *forced* her. She took a deep shuddering
breath and moved her finger a little faster.

Even when he'd been telepathic, had he never sensed
what she felt for him? He must have, surely... But
he'd never acted with the kind of suppressed rage that
the demon held within him.

Her other hand crept down between her legs to the
other spot where she craved his touch. What would have
happened if Skinner hadn't arrived? Would it have been
so very bad? It was Mulder after all. Sort of...

Her eyes went half-lidded as she followed the dream,
feeling Mulder's hands on her body, his green eyes
filled with lust and abruptly Mulder's face went away
and was replaced with Albert Hosteen's.

She jerked upright. Albert. What on earth was she
doing? The night before the exorcism ritual she was
fantasizing about sex with a demon. Oh my God. Or was
she just fantasizing about sex with Mulder?

She got out of the tub and began to vigorously towel
herself off, then went stolidly to bed. I will not
dream, she reminded herself. I will not dream, I will
not fantasize...at least not until this is all over,
she added realistically to herself.

Skinner sat in the chair, quietly bored. Mulder had
quit any further attempts at conversation when Skinner
persistently shut him up. Finally Mulder had given up
and rolled over on the bed, going to sleep.

Then the real torment had started. Mulder lay
silently, then farted. Long and loud. Skinner didn't
know whether to laugh or complain, so he ignored it.

The flatulence continuedl and soon the air in the
stuffy basement took on a reek that Skinner hadn't
smelled since his unwashed days in Viet Nam. He swore
he could feel his eyes watering.

"I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" Mulder asked politely
after a particularly nasty one.

"I can't help it if Maggie made chili for dinner, now
can I, Walter? And it's only a natural bodily function
after all. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"You're trying to get me to talk. Well, it won't work.
You won't distract me like you did Scully."

"Oh I see. And you're not vulnerable like Scully is."
Mulder's eyes glittered. "Of course, Scully is a
woman, petite, fragile even. Makes you want to protect
her. But you know what she is inside; she's panting
for it. But that dumb-fuck Mulder is too stupid to
give her what she needs. Now if she had a real man
like you, she'd be satisfied. That's what you've
always thought."

"Come now, Walter, we both know you won't shoot that
thing. You like Mulder too much. You've invested too
much time in him, protected him. He's your favorite
little agent, isn't he Walter?" The demon got up and
began to move toward Skinner. "Ever wonder why that
is, my big studly Marine? Sharon left you years ago
and I haven't seen you dating any since then. Not
interested in girls, are we Walter?"

The demon gave Skinner a genial look. "Ever thought
about your own sexual proclivities, Walter? Why you
gravitate toward such manly pursuits? You're a boxer,
not many girls in that gym. An ex-Marine. An FBI
Assistant Director who frightens all the ladies in the
department with your gruff manner...You could go
either way, couldn't you? That bothers you, doesn't
it?"

The demon moved closer to a transfixed Skinner.
"No...no it's not like that...Get away or
I'll...shoot..."

"But you know, and it's ironic, that Mulder has had
only one real ambition in your regard. Did you know
that? He's had fantasies of his own about you, Walter.
I think it's time that we gave Mulder his wish, don't
you?"

Skinner looked up helplessly as the demon smiled
benignly at him. "Mulder's always wanted, just once,
to win a fist-fight with you," he whispered and,
clasping his hands together, slugged Skinner in the
jaw.

Skinner went over like a ton of bricks, unconscious.
Mulder laughed and pocketed the gun, then opened the
basement door.