Fandom: X-Files/Alias Copyright: Diandra Hollman Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Keywords: Slash, Mulder/Vaughn, Christmas porn, rimming (I had intended to keep this one free of kink but Mulder had other ideas...), enough sap to give you cavities. Timeline: I have resorted to writing fan fiction based on my own fan fiction. ;) This takes place in the "Intoxicated" universe, but only in a sense that it uses the same characters. This story in no way influences or is influenced by any of the events in the "Intoxicated" series. Think of it as an alternative to the upcoming part 3 and, possibly, "Sobriety" as well. Spoilers: Not a snowball's chance in hell. Disclaimer: They're all mine. I keep them chained to my spare bed with only a few porn videos and various erotic paraphernalia to keep them entertained. ;) Not. Chris Carter, 1013, JJ Abrams, Bad Robot, you know the drill. Archive: No. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox I was just not meant to be on time that night. I got to the airport an hour early, only to find out that my flight had been canceled. Then the snow started coming down harder and the next flight to LAX was delayed for an hour. Somehow I managed to catch some sleep on the plane. I woke up to hear the pilot announcing that our plane was being redirected to another airport for reasons that were not explained. By the time the plane landed and I hailed a cab I was five hours late. Then, of course, there was the traffic in Los Angeles during the holiday season, which is a nightmare even in the unreasonably early hours of the morning. It was another hour before I arrived at Vaughn's apartment building. Thankfully, the night guard recognized me. I let myself into Vaughn's apartment as quietly as possible, using the key he had given me a couple months before. I heard a muffled thump and the metallic tinkling of dog tags. Seconds later, Donovan waddled down the darkened hallway, his tail wagging as he recognized me. "Hey buddy," I whispered, crouching down to give the little bulldog a brief scratch behind the ears before heading for the bedroom. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought Vaughn was asleep. He lay peacefully sprawled across the right side of his bed, the covers tucked under his arms, fisted in the hand that lay on his chest. But I did know better because I had seen him rise out of a seemingly dead sleep and leap out of bed, his sidearm pointed at the hotel room door, in the span of a heartbeat when a drunken hotel guest mistook our room for his and rattled the doorknob. I had learned that it just wasn't possible to sneak up on Michael Vaughn. At least not without risking physical injury. "You're late," he murmured sleepily. I sat on the edge of the bed and kissed his inviting lips. "At this point, I think I'm lucky I made it at all," I whispered. "Remind me to avoid traveling cross-country during the holidays in the future." He hummed and brushed his fingers along my arm as I bent to remove my shoes. "Were you waiting up for me," I asked. He squinted at the clock, where the red LED display proclaimed "3:24". "I tried. I fell asleep a couple hours ago." I striped down to my boxers and slid under the covers, pressing myself to his bare, sleep-warmed body. He shivered. "You're cold." "I'm sure you'll warm me up," I said between kisses. He smiled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, sighing as I abandoned his lips in favor of his ear. "If you're tired, you can just go back to sleep," I whispered. After the night I'd had, I would be perfectly content to fall asleep in his arms. Any more...interesting activity could always wait until morning. "Hmm, no," he protested, his fingers massaging the base of my neck. "I want this...you. I've been ready for hours." I slipped my hand between his thighs to confirm that and froze as I felt something that shouldn't have been there. I sat up abruptly and threw back the covers, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of the shiny gold ribbon tied around his half-hard length in a large bow. He smiled at my shocked expression and bent his right knee, dragging it closer to his body to give me a clear view of the bright red anal plug lodged firmly inside him. "Merry Christmas," he said softly. I groaned. "Do I have to unwrap it now?" He swatted my head lightly with a soft chuckle and then tapped the drawer on the small bedside table. "The rest is in here." I opened the drawer curiously and choked back another groan as I found within it some silk scarves, a cock ring and a tube of peppermint flavored lubricant. "That explains the minty smell in here," I muttered. He shook his head. "Body oil. It absorbed into my skin a couple hours ago." My cock hardened instantly as I pictured what he must have looked like six hours ago when I was supposed to have arrived. Spread out on the bed, body glistening with oil, moaning as he stretched himself and pushed the plug as deep as it would go. I picked up the lubricant and held up the cock ring as I asked, "Is this for you or me?" His eyes darkened a fraction. "I had assumed you would wear it, but if you'd rather I did..." He trailed off with a hiss as I untied the bow, throwing it over my shoulder, and clasped the ring snugly around the base of his cock. "Okay then," he muttered, mostly to himself. I raised his other leg and used two fingers to rub slow, gentle circles on the sensitive patch of skin between his sac and his stretched opening. I captured his moan with my lips. "What would you have done if I hadn't shown up," I murmured. "I'd have taken care of it in the morning," he answered simply. The thought of him spending the whole night with an anal plug inside him, unfulfilled, made my heart beat just a little faster. I added the silk scarves to my little mental picture. Yes. Vaughn, tied to the bed, writhing in pleasure, unable to get enough stimulation in his helpless state to reach orgasm. And then in the morning, I could yank out that torturous little plug and fuck him until he screamed. Maybe I could get him to agree to try that someday. For now, I didn't have that much patience. I widened the path my fingers were making and pressed lightly on the base of the plug, moving it a fraction of an inch deeper. His eyes glazed over and he shuddered. I swiped my tongue against the taut skin over his collarbone and trailed open-mouthed, wet kisses down to his muscled chest. I hummed as I flicked his left nipple with my tongue, tasting the remnants of peppermint massage oil. I licked, sucked and bit both nipples until they stood out in sharp relief from his chest, swollen and reddened from my attentions, reveling in his tiny whimpers of pleasure. His nipples were so sensitive. Sometimes I wondered if I could make him come through this alone. 'Some other time,' I thought with a smile. I continued to follow my path down his body. He held his breath in anticipation as I sucked and bit at the small protrusions of his hipbones. I ignored his swollen length, instead lifting and spreading his legs further so I could lick the spot my fingers had been stroking earlier. He moaned and spread his knees further, tilting his hips to give me better access. I placed one hand flat on his abdomen, holding him steady as I began lapping gently at the quivering muscles surrounding the plug. The lube tasted like toothpaste. Not the best taste in the world, but certainly not unpleasant. A tiny squeak escaped Vaughn and the small ring of muscle fluttered temptingly around the cherry red silicone. "Nobody's ever done this to you before," I observed, tracing one finger lightly around the distended anus. "Have they?" He shook his head silently. "Would you like me to?" He groaned and nodded, his muscles visibly clenching around the plug in anticipation. I pulled the plug out gently and tossed it unceremoniously onto the bedside table. I held onto his hips firmly as I licked a long, slow path from just below his dilated opening to his rapidly tightening sac. His hips jerked against my grip and his hands fisted so tightly in the sheets that his knuckles started to turn white. "Relax," I soothed, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "I promise I'll be gentle." "That's not it," he stammered. "The lube..." He trailed off, practically blushing in his inability to explain his little dilemma. I reached for the lube and read the finer print under the brand name. One of its active ingredients increased blood flow to the area it was applied to. These type of products were typically rubbed on a woman's clitoris to make it swollen and sensitive, increasing her pleasure during sex. Vaughn had coated his rectum with it. I became momentarily dizzy as all the blood in my body rushed south. I popped open the cap and slathered more of the lubricant over Vaughn's already swollen cock, eliciting a whimper from him. Then I pressed one finger inside him and smeared an additional generous dallop of the lube on the sensitive front wall of his rectum, focusing in particular on the spot where his prostate was hidden by the thin membranes. "Oh, god," he gasped, shifting restlessly in my hold. I pulled my finger free and set to work at giving him the best damn blowjob he'd ever had. I lapped at his quivering opening, tracing gently around the delicate rim again and again until his thighs began to tremble. Then I stabbed my tongue just past the barrier, enough for him to feel the stretch and held tight as he bucked his hips with a tiny yelp of surprise. I gave a few tiny thrusts, barely dipping inside, and went back to lapping at the outer rim. He reached for his neglected cock and whimpered as I let go of one hip to bat the hand away. "Please," he gasped. I abandoned his ass to give a feather-light lick to the underside of his bound length. He twitched and shivered with a long, slightly frustrated moan. I pulled my head up and waited until his glazed eyes met mine. "Go ahead and come," I said, my voice sounding husky even to my own ears. I reached for the cock ring, removing it gently and being careful not to touch him any more than necessary. He moaned and thrashed helplessly as the blood rushed into his newly freed cock, combining with the effect of the lubricant to make him excruciatingly sensitive to even the lightest of touches. I stroked his hip as he gasped and twitched, his body trying to adjust to the flood of sensation. "Oh," he gasped. "Too much..." "There's no such thing," I soothed. "Just let go. I'll catch you." With that, I began licking at him delicately, as if he were a popsicle melting in the heat of summer. A hot, throbbing, toothpaste-and-musk-flavored popsicle. He let go of the sheets with one hand to sort of paw at my head. I knew he was trying to stroke my hair, as he usually does when he wants to encourage my attentions, but in his advanced state of arousal he couldn't remember how. As far gone as he was, though, he had just enough control to keep himself from grabbing me and forcing me to go down on him. I had to admire that about him. By the time I took him into my mouth, he was so worked up he came almost instantly, his body quaking beneath me. I swallowed every drop of fluid and nursed him through the spasms until his fingers tightened in my hair and he begged me to stop. "You okay," I asked as I crawled up beside him again, stroking his forehead and brushing back a few stray locks of hair. "This's s'pposed to be f'r you," he muttered, his voice slurring unsteadily. "Yeah, I kind of guessed that," I replied. "I just love making you scream my name and watching you become totally incoherent." He groaned. "Y'r gonna kill me." I shrugged. "At least you'll die happy." He snorted softly and shifted beneath me, stretching like a contented cat. He shuddered in apprehension as I snapped open the cover of the lube and began anointing myself. "Relax, honey," I teased lightly. "I promise to make this good for you." I pressed the head of my cock against the furled opening. Thanks to the plug and his previous orgasm, he was already stretched and relaxed enough that he didn't require any more preparation. I pushed in slowly, holding him tightly as he shuddered and whimpered in my ear. "Hang on," I whispered before giving one forceful thrust, burying myself to the hilt in his spasming channel. He gave a tiny yelp and clung to my shoulders. His eyes rolled aimlessly. "Oh, god," he choked. I held still, letting him adjust. I knew the increased blood flow to his rectum would make vigorous sex almost painful, so I would have to take it slow and gentle. 'Which shouldn't be a problem,' I thought, a smile creeping onto my face. "Don't fight it," I mumbled in his ear. He immediately relaxed a little and I was struck by the realization of just how much trust he had in me. He would let me do whatever I wanted with him, knowing he was safe – trusting that I wouldn't let anything happen to him. I groaned and made a tiny, involuntary thrusting motion at the thought. Vaughn moaned and wrapped his legs around me as high as he could comfortably get them under present circumstances. "That's good," he gasped. "Keep doing that." I obliged happily, settling into a rhythm of slow, steady rocking, barely moving inside him. He relaxed completely, his head falling back to loll on the now crumpled pillow, his hands sliding along my sweat dampened back, pulling me closer as if he wanted me to crawl completely inside his body and never leave. A thought that had actually crossed my mind before. "I've been...looking forward to this...all week," he gasped. I chuckled softly. "The sex is that good, huh?" He laughed just as softly. "No...you are," he said seriously. I stared at him in silence, trying to determine what, exactly, he was trying to tell me and if he even knew the answer himself. It wasn't so much the words he had said as the *way* he had said them. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I shouldn't have said that." "No," I protested quickly. "It's okay. You just surprised me." So much so, apparently, that I had stopped moving altogether. I began rocking tentatively again and for several minutes the only sounds in the room were the rustling of bedsheets, the slick rasp of skin on skin and the small noises of pleasure that emanated from both of us. I reached for his hands and wove my fingers with his, pressing our interlocked hands to the mattress on either side of his head – not really holding him down, just...holding him. He smiled at me dazedly and squeezed my fingers. "I'm gonna come," he breathed. "Go ahead," I whispered. "I'll be right behind you." He shivered and groaned, his eyes losing focus as his orgasm barreled down on him. "That's it...let go," I encouraged, struggling to keep my eyes open and focused on him as my own climax slowly took over my senses. "Oh, god...Mulder..." he whimpered. I abruptly pulled out of him and plunged back in, making sure to hit his sensitized prostate along the way. He yelped and his entire body went rigid. Then, he did something he'd never done before. "I love you," he whispered. Then his eyes rolled up into his head and his body undulated primitively, thick white fluid dribbling out of his cock to paint his abdomen in a nonsense pattern. I groaned as his clenching muscles pulled me along with him and I emptied myself in his welcoming body. I recovered first. Not knowing what the hell to do after having that bomb dropped on me so suddenly, I pulled out of him and headed for the bathroom in search of a washcloth. He didn't look me in the eyes when I returned and gently wiped the sticky residue of lube, semen and massage oil from his body, being mindful of his orgasm-sensitive skin. I threw the used cloth onto the side table to join the all-but-forgotten plug and resumed my place at his side, pulling up the covers to keep the chill of the cold December night breeze from our sweaty bodies and drawing him back into my arms. "I'm..." he blurted. I cut him off with two fingers pressed to his lips. "Don't apologize." I kissed him softly. His hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me in deeper and he kissed me as if it were the last time we would ever see each other like this. Which was probably a reasonable assumption for him at that point. After a few heartbeats I broke the kiss with a sigh. "It would never work," I said. "I could never move to Los Angeles and you certainly couldn't move to Virginia." "I know," he said softly, his eyes following the path of his fingers as they lightly traced the curve of my lips. "That's what I keep telling myself, but..." I cut him off again. "That being said...I'm willing to try it anyway." He faltered, his surprised eyes searching mine. Then a truly gorgeous smile spread across his face and I realized I had never really seen him so relaxed and happy. I vowed to put more effort into making him smile like that in the future. The effect was ruined when he yawned. I laughed. "All right. You can go back to sleep now. We can talk later - we have all weekend." He hummed tiredly and snuggled closer to me, pressing lazy kisses to my collarbone as he settled in for what little was left of the early morning hours. "Are you cold," I asked as he shivered slightly. "I can get you a sweatshirt." "Hmm, no," he murmured against my shoulder. "This is perfect." I smiled, tightening my arms around him, lending him some of my own warmth and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "I feel like an ass now. I didn't get you anything." He chuckled. "You're here." He lifted his head so he could look me in the eye. "That's enough." "You haven't been watching a lot of Oprah or anything, have you? Because if you're starting to get all mushy on me I may have to revise my assessment of this relationship." Vaughn snorted and swatted my arm. "I'm half French; we're romantics by nature. And it's not my fault – you bring it out of me." Suddenly his expression became deadly serious. "But if you tell anyone else, I will be forced to kill you." I laughed and his expression faltered, a smile threatening to creep back onto his lips. "I wouldn't expect anything less." He smiled as he settled back down, his body virtually plastered to mine, and drifted slowly to sleep. I watched him for several minutes until my vision started to blur with the exhaustion I had been able to hold off up until that moment. I kissed his cheek softly and watched as he snuffled in his sleep, sighed and curled closer to me, unconsciously seeking more warmth. "Me too," I whispered in his ear. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. The end A/N: Yech. For those of you who found that too sappy and out of character, don't worry. I promise the actual Intox series will not get this corny. ;)