INTERLUDE WITH A VAMPIRE (NC-17)
An X-Files Story by Jennifer Lyon 
Jenni10647@aol.com
JennyAnn@ix.netcom.com

Disclaimer: The X-Files, Mulder, and Scully, are the property of 
Chris Carter, FOX network, and 1013 Productions. The rest of 
the story is mine, including the character of Jason. This story 
takes place *immediately* after the end of my previous story 
"Vampire's Kiss" and is seriously NC-17 - in fact, that's all it is! 
So be warned - if you are under 18, or don't like reading lovingly 
portrayed adult sex - pass on this one. Otherwise, relax and 
enjoy!



	Dana's bright blue eyes twinkled as she tugged on both 
of their hands. They moved with her, one tall and dark, the other 
slight and fair, shoulder's nearly touching, just a bare inch of air 
separating them. Yet, that thin sliver of space between them was 
the one thing she knew she still had to fight, this night - the one 
thing that could split them asunder. Her skin was tingling, her 
stomach doing somersaults as she dared to confront the 
maelstrom of emotions that bound them all together.
	The back of her knees hit the edge of the sofabed, and 
dropping their hands, she reached up to gently stroke their faces. 
Beneath the fingers of her right hand, Mulder's skin was satin-
sheathed warmth, radiating waves of heat, while his hazel eyes 
burned into hers. Jason's skin was cool porcelain, and only the 
slightest tinge of red in the soft gray-green of his eyes betrayed 
the desire raging within.
	She traced the lines of each jaw with sensitive fingertips, 
slowly letting her gaze move from one man's face to the other. 
Until Mulder seized her hand in his. 
	"Scully?" His voice, his posture, his expression were all 
united in a single question. She answered with a smile, the 
corners of her mouth leisurely tilting upwards. Characteristically, 
Jason remained silent, watching, listening, absorbing, with the 
endless patience of one who has seen centuries pass and knows 
he has centuries still ahead.
	More impatient, his curiosity and desire warring with 
uncertainty and fear, Mulder opened his mouth to speak, even 
though he didn't know himself what words he might choose. But 
Scully stopped him with the swift pressure of her fingers against 
his mouth, then a sudden tug on his tie. He gasped against her 
palm, then drew in a sharp breath as she silenced him with a kiss. 
His heart pounding, senses reeling, he sank into the warmth of 
her mouth, savoring the sweet, musky taste of her lips and teeth 
and tongue.
	Scully weaved her hand into the silken locks of his hair, 
taking all he was willing to give. Then guiding his mouth along 
her jaw and down into the curve of her neck, she stretched out 
her free hand to Jason. His eyes clouded for a moment, 
hesitating... ready to fly... but she refused to let him go. Taking 
hold of his arm, she pulled him closer, her eyes pinning his.
	Like a moth to the flame, he moved in closer, then bent 
his head the short distance towards hers. And fire lit its way 
across her belly, as his lips claimed hers. This kiss was a thousand 
times more sweet than the brief one shared previously, untainted 
by guilt or recriminations. She gloried in the pleasure of his 
touch, an electric tingle on the tip of her tongue as it traced its 
way down the length of her body until it pooled in her groin.
	Swaying against Mulder, she leaned into the support 
Jason offered as he curved a hand around her waist and drew her 
closer. Then his mouth was trailing along the left side of her jaw 
and down into the hollow between her shoulder and chin. 
Angling her head to the other side, she offered Jason full access, 
while simultaneously claiming Mulder's mouth again.
	He pressed in closer to her, his arms reaching out to 
encircle her waist. She twisted around so that she was between 
them, facing Mulder, back to Jason. Their arms locked around 
her, twining with each other, then pulling away from the contact. 
"Nooo," she murmured against Mulder's mouth, reaching down 
to try to press their arms together.
	"Dana?" Again it was Mulder who questioned her 
verbally. "Are you sure...I mean....this is crazy..." his voice trailed

off.
	"Why?" she asked, her hands holding tight to his arms, 
while she leaned back into Jason's embrace. "Why is this crazy."
	
	"Because...because..." Mulder spluttered and stopped, 
his eyes wide as he studied her flushed, glowing face. Her eyes 
were bright sapphires, glinting with an internal light. He could 
lose himself in those eyes...
	"Don't run away from this, Mulder," she replied. "We've 
been tiptoeing around our feelings, trying to ignore the feelings 
we both have for Jason, that he has for us. Love - happiness - is 
too rare a commodity to waste. Be with us tonight, Mulder... 
please..." She couldn't see Jason's face, but he had not released 
his hold on her. She somehow *knew* that it was Mulder's 
decision that would decide for Jason. She knew the vampire's 
feelings for Mulder were stronger than his for her - but she could 
accept that - because she knew that she felt the same. Above all, 
it was their mutual love for Mulder that tied her and Jason 
together. And somehow that was the strongest bond of all.
	Mulder found himself looking from the fire-framed face 
of the woman he loved to the golden-haired man standing behind 
her. Jason - again as still as a marble statue, his unlined features 
hardly hinting at the age of the soul within. A soul that called out 
to Mulder in a way few had ever done. It was more than 
fascination, or the memory of the pleasure of the vampire's kiss, it 
was a bone-deep understanding - a communion he had only felt 
with one other... the woman standing between them. Bridging 
them...
	And with a characteristic leap of faith, Mulder, finally, 
simply accepted. His face remaining solemn, he stepped in closer 
to Scully, then reached out his long arms to draw them both into 
an embrace. He tilted his head towards hers, but she was already 
on her tiptoes, meeting his descending mouth with hers. An 
inarticulate sigh was swallowed into his throat, while she slumped 
into their embrace.

	She rested her head back against Jason's shoulder, tilted 
slightly inwards, so that she could take a kiss from one and then 
the other, again and again... Closing her eyes, she could identify 
which mouth she was tasting, one hot and sweet - demanding - 
the other cool and musky - explorative. Fingers trailing down the 
curves of her body were less easy to distinguish, but she hardly 
cared. It mattered not which hand was cupping the swell of her 
breast, or which was tracing the length of her sides, or curled 
around her buttocks. All that mattered were the sensations that 
tingled and grew, arching from nerve to nerve until she felt like 
she would scream from the heady mixture of satisfaction and 
frustration.
	She ached to feel those loving, probing fingers on bare 
flesh, the presence of her clothes and theirs forming an unwanted 
barrier. Once again, she chose to take the lead, removing hands 
from Mulder's spine and Jason's thigh, to struggle with the 
buttons of her shirt. Her action did not go unnoticed, and while 
their tongues teased her jaw and throat, their fingers joined hers. 
Sighing, she let her hands fall to her sides, letting them take 
control. Each moment seemed too long, but finally she felt the 
whisper of cold air across her bare shoulders and chest.
	Her shirt and bra went quickly, the pants were more of a 
challenge, but she had two pairs of shoulders to support her, and 
they shared the task between, each giving a hand to hold her up, 
each contributing a hand to strip the offending material from her 
body. With easy mutuality, they set her feet back down on the 
floor, then began to explore her naked body with tender hands 
and sensitive fingers. Dana arched her back, a long, whistling sigh 
escaping her ripened lips as she felt each touch burn is way into 
her skin. She felt like she was melting in a furnace of need so 
intense it stripped away everything but the desire to touch and be 
touched.
	Hands moved over breast, and hips, belly and thighs, 
shoulders and spine. Shocks ran from the base of her neck to tips 
of her toes. A finger lazily ran in circles around the edges of a 
rock-solid nipple, while another teased the inside of her thighs. 
Up and down, around and around, until she moaned, twisting 
first one way and then another. 
	And finally the response she craved, a palm rubbing hard 
against the sensitive point, then fingers squeezing claiming, 
tugging. Then another palm cupping against the center of her 
heat, fingers stroking though damp auburn curls, then lower and 
lower still. Another slid downward from behind, until they met in 
a steady rhythm between her legs.
	"Pleeaase...oh God... Pleeaase," she couldn't quite 
believe the nearly tortured voice was her own, its timber rising 
and falling with the strokes of those merciless fingers. A mouth 
clamped down on hers hard, suckling on her offered tongue even 
as one finger found the hard swollen spot at the center of her 
desire and another plunged deeper within.
	Her cries were lost in that kiss, and she gave them up 
willingly, as her body convulsed in a series of tremors, then 
slumped down. Her legs clamped together, tightening on the 
hands pressed within, and she was hardly willing to let go. But, 
ever so slowly, she relaxed again, coming to awareness, only to 
feel a series of butterfly kisses pressed along every inch of her 
face. 
	Then a sudden change of position, leaving her gasping in 
surprise. Jason sank to a kneeling position on the floor, then 
Mulder lowered Scully against him, her feet, unable to support 
her, slid down and sideways, until she found herself draped over 
Jason's body, her ass supported by his upper thighs and groin. 
Mulder fell to his knees in front of her, then bent downwards so 
that his mouth could find her breasts. Her fingers tangled into his 
hair as she guided him from one rosy tip to the other, bracing 
against Jason, who supported her firmly, his hands splayed across 
her hips. 
	Then they, too, began to move, and she spread her 
knees wide to give him easy access. She gave herself up to their 
loving attention, floating on a sea of gentle sensation. Until 
Mulder's mouth drifted downwards while Jason's delicate fingers 
flowed upwards. 
	Her hips bucked in response as she felt the moist heat of 
Mulder's breath against the most sensitive part of her aroused 
body. She tugged shamelessly at the back of his head, fingers 
knotted into his hair, eliciting a light chuckle before he joyfully 
acceded to her demands. Instant liquid flowed from her, as she 
melted in response to the urgent demands of his lips and tongue. 
He bit at a soft fold of flesh, then suckled, then nibbled again. 
Every sensation grew on the one before, until her hips were 
rocking against his mouth in a steady age-old rhythm, fire licking 
at the very insides of her belly, sending shockwaves upwards and 
outwards, only to concentrate and flow back downwards towards 
the aching center of her being.
	Jason cradled her, as she twisted in ecstasy, caressing 
the soft flesh of her breasts, sweeping the hair off her cheeks and 
forehead, licking the salt from her skin. As Mulder's tongue 
probed more deeply into her than she would have thought 
possible, the vampire's teeth nibbled at the side of her throat. 
Instinctively, her head eased to the side, allowing him better 
access, a small corner of her barely conscious mind, seeking the 
thrill of his bite. But though he nibbled, the sharp edges of his 
now-protruding fangs grazing the scented skin, he was didn't, yet, 
break through to the vein that pulsed vibrantly below the surface.
	Scully moaned, her free hand urging him on, but Jason 
refused gently, turning his head to take her fingers into his 
mouth. He flicked at the sensitive pads with his tongue, then let 
her feel her way, tracing his tongue and teeth. Rubbing one finger 
over the tip of a fang, she cried out as it pricked through the skin. 
Blood welled instantly, causing Jason to clamp his lips shut and 
swallow convulsively. In response, a new source of pleasure 
arced its way through her already over-loaded senses, and she 
screamed aloud, her mind tumbling over the edge and into an 
ocean of sensation so intense that all knowledge of self and time 
and space was lost.
	Her body jerked, then collapsed, her head lolled over to 
the side awkwardly, her eyes open - but unfocused. Mulder rode 
her orgasm, her thighs squeezing in on him and then releasing. 
Holding her hips, he drew in the smell and taste of her, reveling in 
her trust and intimacy. Then he lifted himself reluctantly away.
	Jason drew the sweet, precious drops of blood down his 
throat, savoring each trickle, desperately suckling for more. But 
it was too frustratingly slow - too small a taste. His eyes flared a 
brilliant red as he released her hand and aimed his fangs for the 
so-close hollow of her neck. But before his teeth could sink into 
the glory of her flesh, his eyes collided with Mulder's. The 
contact was instant and forceful, both men freezing as their gazes 
locked and held. Neither was quite willing to be the one to break 
the connection, nor to be the one to go beyond it.
	Dana stirred, moaning softly, and that interruption was 
enough to destroy the moment. Both were instantly concerned 
with her, and they gently lifted her up and laid her out upon the 
bed. She murmured lazily, smiling warmly, reaching out to pull 
them closer. Mulder kissed her mouth, her nose, her eyebrows, 
then tenderly lifted the bangs off her forehead. Jason stretched 
out on the other side, resting his head on one hand, the other 
splaying out across the smooth expanse of her stomach.
	She wriggled, then focused her eyes on Mulder, mouth 
widening into an engaging grin. He was definitely far too dressed, 
and she told him so, her voice lilting with humor. His eyes 
twinkled as he kissed her in response, then shrugged his jacket off 
his shoulders. He settled back into a sitting position beside her, 
and she wasted no time in getting up to help toss the suit coat 
aside. While his fingers tugged at his tie, she worked on the 
buttons of his shirt. After he had dumped the tie, she grabbed 
hold of the open edges of his shirt and pulled him over onto her.
	He laughed, "Dana!" and rolled over onto his back, 
bringing her with him. She slid off to the far side, then beckoned 
Jason with a glance. The vampire was far more diffident when it 
came to removing Mulder's clothes, though he helped with 
trembling fingers. Dana smiled to herself as she watched Jason 
trail a hesitant touch across Mulder's abdomen, then down across 
his hips. Reaching over, she closed a hand over Jason's, then 
pressed it down hard against Mulder's skin. Eyes dancing, she led 
him in a slow caress, then released him to attend to Mulder's 
shoes and socks. Finally, she got rid of the remainder of his 
clothes, and set about the task of rediscovering the familiar 
planes of his body.
	Mulder abandoned himself to her lovemaking, letting the 
desire and love he felt for her wash over him in waves of tingling 
heat. He, almost, could ignore the extra touches, the oddly 
powerful sensation of having the wet heat of two mouths 
lingering on his chest instead of one. His eyes closed shut, and his 
hips arched upwards, seeking - seeking, more and more. They 
gave it to him willingly, and in time, the soft flush of 
embarrassment at Jason's involvement gave way to an urgent 
flood of pleasure and growing need.
	A short eternity later, his body about to explode, Mulder 
reached for her, his shuttered eyes focusing blurrily on the red 
halo of her hair. He pulled her up across him, fingers digging hard 
into her shoulders, but the pain was almost a joy. She sighed as 
she lay sprawled across his chest, her mouth only inches from his. 
She took a moment to enjoy the sight of his face, the glittering 
dark eyes, the full-lipped, generous mouth, the skin stretched 
taught over perfect bones. And that slightly protruding lower lip, 
which was now trembling. She attacked it with her tongue, then 
seized it with her teeth, eliciting a groan from deep within his 
throat.
	They kissed long and deep, then he lifted a knee and 
pushed her down. Settling down into the mattress with a sigh, 
almost of relief, she welcomed the weight of his body on hers. 
Her kegs spread wide, her hips pressing upwards, inviting...
	And he was more than ready to sink into the promised 
acceptance of her body. A long, rasping growl pushed itself past 
his gritted teeth as he felt her close upon him, and the clasp of her 
legs around his back mixed easily with the presence of four hands 
along his spine and hot breath against the nape of his neck. The 
kneading of the muscles of his back and shoulders melded into 
the rich assortment of sensation, as he rocked his hips against 
hers, feeling her sheath him in the moist furnace of her body.
	Nothing, ever would compete with that feeling of 
completeness which came from having the man she loved held 
deeply within her. She sought each thrust eagerly, seeking to 
bring him closer, deeper... joining their bodies into one. Jason's 
presence was hardly noticed, even as she returned the passion of 
his kiss, twining her tongue with his.
	Jason trailed kisses over her face, and then upwards 
over Mulder's shoulder. His own body fed on the heat of theirs, 
and his teeth ached painfully. At last unable to withstand the 
firestorm of desire raging in his veins, he plunged his fangs into 
Mulder's neck. Blood gushed over the sleek enamel, then across 
his tongue and down his throat. Sweet, thick, dusky, scented with 
the unique identity of the man it came from, Mulder's life-fluid 
gave Jason life, and more. For more than simple satisfaction of 
the blood-craving, this gift brought communion and a touch of 
that rarest, most sought-after of all emotions - love.
	Mulder was caught in a whirlwind, his body acting on 
instinct, his mind floating. Scully seemed to surround him, succor 
him, raise him up on a rush of wind. Exhilaration pounded at his 
senses, even as he faintly registered the shock of Jason's bite. The 
following rush of ecstasy only made the joining with her sweeter, 
adding an edge to his need and a bite to his satisfaction. Stroke, 
stroke, stroke, he slid into her again and again, until the caress of 
her hand between their bodies and the gentle, insistent suckling 
on his neck sent him crashing, tumbling, falling... through fire and 
into an inviting darkness.
	Her cries mixing with his, Scully felt his orgasm as her 
own, then tumbled with her lover, joined body and soul, even as 
Jason claimed her neck, sinking teeth stained red with Mulder's 
blood deep beneath her skin. 
	Mixed in the vampire's veins, their blood pooled and 
swirled, then combined in a single red flood of utter satisfaction. 
Even before the dawn claimed him into its death-like embrace, 
Jason was able to stop. To heal the wounds in their throats, to 
tenderly settle the covers over their entwined bodies, to press one 
last kiss against each cheek. Then finally, as he felt the first few 
rays of sunlight peek up over the horizon, he curled up against 
their warmth and let himself slip into slumber - finally, and at long 
last - at peace.

The End (for now)