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RATING: NC-17

SPOILERS: none

SUMMARY: PWP. Pendrell/other m/m. Scully gets off while the boys
get it on. Voyeurism, masturbation, fellatio--there's something
here for everyone.

DISCLAIMER: The X-Files, Scully, and Pendrell are owned by CC,
1013, and Fox. No infringement is intended. And Chris, if you want
Jerry, he's yours.

Double thanks to Radclyffe--first for making me think about
Voyeur!Scully and second for excellent beta reading.


I GO BLIND
by Halrloprillalar 

"Every time I look at you, I go blind."
 - 54-40

A stiffness in her neck told Scully it was quitting time. She
checked her watch:  4:55, just enough time to see if the lab had
those tissue analyses done.

She stood up and stretched, rolling some of the tension out of her
shoulders. Best to leave now, before Mulder returned with his
take-out and cajoled her into staying late and watching...what was
it today? Willow. Yesterday, it had been The Wizard of Oz, the day
before, The Terror of Tiny Town. Why, she did not know and meant
never to find out.

Coat, briefcase, hair and makeup check, and she was out the door.
She clacked through the empty basement halls and up the stairs, to
a busier part of the building. Bumper to bumper in the afternoon
rush hour, people manoeuvred to circumvent the flow of traffic,
only to be caught up in the crowd around the elevators. Scully
opened the lab door and stepped through, at once removed from the
seething humanity outside.

No one was there, so Scully poked around for her analyses. Not
finding them in the open front room, she checked the small back
office. The afternoon sun gleamed low through the windows,
brightening the room with a golden glow. The door swung closed and
at once thousands of dust particles danced in the sunbeams.

Scully's files formed part of the top layer on the small desk. She
opened one and flipped through it. Fascinating. She set down her
briefcase, slipped off her overcoat, and sat, absorbed in the
findings.

A stiffness in her neck told Scully that it was long past quitting
time. Blinking in the sudden dusk, she closed the folders and slid
them into her briefcase, then rubbed her eyes and searched for pen
and Post-it.

The small office window lit up and a slam quickly followed. Good,
no need to write a note then. Scully stood. Looking out from
near-darkness, she saw Pendrell--she wanted to talk to him about
the data--and who was that?

A be-labcoated Adonis stood tall among the test tubes, beach-blond,
broad shouldered, wire-rimmed, brown eyed.

Scully stared, mouthbreathing. He looks like Dr July in that
Studmuffins of Science calendar Mulder got me, she thought. Why
haven't I seen him before?

She reached for the doorknob. And stopped, hand in midair. Dr July
put his hands on the counter top, trapping Pendrell between them,
moving closer, bending nearer.

"Court!" Pendrell's voice carried distinctly through the door to
Scully. "Not here!"

Court? Court...Agent Courtenay. Scully had seen his name on lab
reports.

"It's OK." Courtenay leaned in, nuzzling Pendrell's cheek. "I
locked the door." Lifting one arm, he pulled off his glasses and
set them on the table.

Panic rose in Scully. I have to let them know I'm...

Oh.

Courtenay slid his hand up Pendrell's sleeve until he was gripping
the shoulder. And kissed him. Pendrell struggled for half a second,
then relaxed into the embrace, his own hand creeping up to
Courtenay's face, fingers tracing the cheekbone's razor edge.

Scully's chest burned and she let out the breath she had been
holding, focusing on silence. What to do? Was it too late to make a
loud noise and go out there? Rational voices in her head debated
the merits of the various ways she could make good her escape. As
they discussed, her eyes riveted themselves on the kiss--a glimpse
of tongue--and her feet rooted themselves to the floor.

Pendrell tugged the other man's collar until they broke apart and
tore off their lab coats, dropping them to the floor. Dr July
boosted Pendrell onto the high table top and stood between his
knees. Pendrell caught the blond head and pulled him in for another
kiss.

It was too late.

Terror-tinged embarrassment soured in Scully's stomach, but the
tingling sensation that swept down her spine, collecting at her
centre of gravity, felt quite different.

The kiss took on more urgency and Scully stared, wondering how it
would feel to be Pendrell, Courtenay's hands on his back, on his
arms, in his hair. To be a man and have another man's lips on hers,
his tongue seeking out the softness and hardness of her--his mouth.
To be Courtenay while Pendrell sucked and worried at his neck and
the hollow of his collarbone, while Pendrell opened the other man's
shirt, one fumbling button at a time.

Scully found her hand at her own throat, pressing firmly over her
beating pulse. She felt it trail down, slipping under her suit
jacket and caressing her breast, the nipple already hard against
her palm.

Pendrell pulled Courtenay's shirt open, baring a sculpted chest
smooth but for a sheen of blond along the sternum. Sucking,
teasing, licking, he carefully focused attention on one nipple,
then the other, his hands stroking Courtenay's lean sides and
bronzed chest. Courtenay closed his eyes, throwing his head back,
hoarse breaths audible even in the back room.

Scully brought her other hand up, fondling both her breasts,
rolling and pinching the nipples. Heat flushed beneath her skin,
along her cheeks and through her torso. A deeper heat pooled
between her legs, fire and water.

In one swift movement, Courtenay drew Pendrell's head up close to
his own, holding his face in two long-fingered hands. Pendrell did
the same, splaying his fingers over his lover's cheek. Nose to
nose, they brushed their lips together, barely touching.

They were beautiful. Completely absorbed in each other, desire
naked in the shared gaze, they caused a shock of something more
than arousal in Scully. Stark joy rang through her body, echoing
along every nerve. She stood stock still, transfixed. For a moment,
identity--theirs, hers--burned away and all that remained was Eros.

"I've been thinking about this all day." Courtenay's tongue flicked
along Pendrell's lower lip.

"Me too, Court." Pendrell darted in for a quick kiss.

"And now, my little rabbit, I'm going to ravish you."

Pendrell laughed. "Take me, my lord, take me here among the test
tubes."

"Together, we will feel the earth move." Courtenay grabbed
Pendrell's collar and yanked. Buttons popped, clattering and
rolling, clinking on glass.

"Jerry, you bastard!" Pendrell laughed harder, moving like a cat as
Courtenay kissed his way down Pendrell's chest. "How am I supposed
to get out of the building with my shirt like this?"

Scully moved one hand down her breast bone, following Courtenay's
path. Slipping her fingers beneath her waistband, she caressed her
navel as Courtenay tongued Pendrell's. Her own tongue passed along
her lips and touched the soft sides of her mouth.

"Danny Boy," Courtenay said, raising his head, "the pipes, the
pipes are calling. Down." He pulled Pendrell off the table so that
he was standing. "Down." His dexterous fingers made short work of
Pendrell's belt and zipper, then pulled the pants and boxers to the
floor together. "And up." He drew one finger along Pendrell's
erection, gathering a drop of moisture.

"Jer--" Pendrell's cock twitched, rampant and rising toward his
belly.

Courtenay raised his glistening finger and licked the tip, eyes
hotly fixed on Pendrell's.

Scully raised her left hand from her breast and sucked her index
finger, rolling her tongue around it, savouring skin and sweat. She
stared at Pendrell's cock, wondered how he tasted to Courtenay. She
stared at Courtenay's own erection, straining inside his pants,
wondered if he was thinking of Pendrell's hand there, squeezing him
through the cloth.

The blond man dropped to his knees and began a slow exploration. He
stroked his lover's thighs, spreading them wider, kissing the pale,
sensitive flesh.

Scully leaned back against the desk, riding her skirt high up on
her thighs. Her right hand stroked up between her legs. Damn the
pantyhose, but she did not dare try to take them off. Her hand flat
against the vulva, she squeezed her thighs together, forcing the
tension to focus, focus.

"God, Jer, that's good." Pendrell braced himself against the lab
table with one hand and tangled the other in the blond hair.

Courtenay nudged up to Pendrell's balls and began to do *something*
to them, but Scully could not quite see what. She imagined him
sucking one into his mouth, rolling it around gently, feeling
ridged skin, coarse hair, salt on his tongue. She moved her finger
back and forth over the soft roughness of her own tongue.

"Do you want it, baby?" Courtenay pulled his head up, carefully not
touching Pendrell's jerking cock, and rubbed his cheek on the other
man's stomach, feathered red-gold.

"Please. You know I do."

"Then what am I?"

"Jerry..." Pendrell's already flushed cheeks burned red. "You know
I don't like to..."

"What am I, baby?" Courtenay moved back, leaving only his hand on
Pendrell's hip.

A strangled sigh escaped Pendrell's throat. "You're a cocksucker,
Court. You're a fucking cocksucker."

"You know it." He leaned forward, taking only the head of
Pendrell's shaft into his mouth.

Scully felt the hardness of her clit, hard as Pendrell's cock.
Something about those words from Pendrell's sweet mouth--she knew
just what it was doing to Courtenay.

Was he touching his tongue to the leaking slit, tasting, tasting?
Scully craved the taste of herself on her fingers, impossible right
now. Was he scraping the tender flesh with his teeth? She bit down
on her finger, relishing the small pain.

Courtenay took his mouth away. "Say it, baby. Keep talking." His
tongue appeared between his lips for just a moment, then he sucked
Pendrell in deep, so deep.

How did that feel, down so far inside a man's mouth, his throat?
Velvet, linen, silk? Scully allowed her fingers to find her swollen
clit, obvious even through the layers of clothing, and began to rub
it, slowly, following Courtenay's rhythm. Her other hand fell from
her face to grip the edge of the desk.

"Cocksucker." Pendrell's voice wavered, breathy and uneven.
"Fucking bastard sucks dick suck me suck me cocksucker take it all
take it down fucking son of a bitch..."

Over and over again, the words poured from his mouth as Courtenay
deep throated him expertly, hips kept from thrusting by pinning
hands. His hand clenched in his lover's hair, pulling it slightly.

Cocksucker. Scully's lips formed the word silently. Her orgasm
crowded closer, keep away, not yet, not yet cocksucker...

Beads of sweat glittered on Pendrell's brow, his head back, white
throat still hoarsely babbling. "Take it bastard fucking cocksucker
suck me suck me suckme suckme..." His face contorted with the first
spasm of pleasure and Scully felt her own features pull into a
grimace as she came and came and came.

She sagged back against the desk, trying to control her breathing.
Boneless, tired, foggy, sated, need to rest a little...

Scully blinked. She had missed a second or two there. Courtenay was
on his feet again, kissing Pendrell and ruffling his hair so it
stuck up everywhere.

"Can we..." Pendrell's voice was thick and slow. "Jer, let me get
my pants on. Can we go home for the rest of this, please?" He
struggled with the button at his waistband.

"It's so cute how fellatio makes you stupid." Courtenay smoothed
his lover's hair back down, then did his shirt up. "Your place or
mine?"

Pendrell finally figured out how his pants worked. "Yours. My cat
is still scared of you." He started to button his shirt, only to
discover that there were no buttons. "Dammit, Court, you..."

"What? 'You cocksucker?' If you say that to me now I won't be able
to wait until we get home." He dove in for a kiss swift as summer
lightning. "Is your jacket in the back?"

Scully's heart leapt into her mouth and started to choke her.

"No, I didn't bring one. I was so *warm*..." Pendrell nuzzled the
other man's neck. He picked up his discarded lab coat. "I'll just
wear this. Let's go, OK?"

Scully's heart sank out of her throat, through her chest cavity,
and down into the pit of her stomach, where it lay, slowly
dissolving in adrenalin. She did not move as the men gathered their
things and left, shutting off the light and banging the door.

She let out a long, ragged breath and something signalled to her
that her brain stem was no longer controlling her every action. Oh
my God, what had she just done? What had *they* just done? Her
stomach growled and she suddenly realised that it would be best to
ponder the joys and pitfalls of voyeurism at home over supper.

The files--the note. Scully waited in the dark for a long minute,
then dared to turn on the office light. Quickly, she found a pen
and wrote a note to Pendrell. Then she straightened her suit,
picked up her coat and briefcase, and opened the door.

On the lab floor just outside the office lay a small white button.
Scully picked it up and held it tightly against her palm.

"Cocksucker," she said and smiled.

F I N I S

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