Fandom: X-Files/Alias/Lost Copyright: Diandra Hollman Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Keywords: Slash, Mulder/Vaughn/Jack, PWP, DP, pretty out of character (at least for Vaughn who I seem to have turned into a horny slut). Timeline: I was working on a scene in Safe Haven - a conversation between Michael Vaughn and Jack Shephard - and I got the impression that they might actually lend themselves well to a new crossover slash pairing. Fearing this might launch more plot bunnies than was worth the trouble, I forbade my muse from even considering the idea. She told me where I could shove it and forced me to write this. Spoilers: For Safe Haven maybe, but even that's unlikely. Certainly none for any of the three shows these characters belong to. Disclaimer: Clearly so not mine. They belong to Chris Carter, 1013, JJ Abrams, Bad Robot, Damon Lindelof, Fox and ABC. Apologies to David Duchovny, Michael Vartan and Matthew Fox for butchering their characters (especially Michael). Archive: No. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox I found them in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Vaughn had our house guest backed against the counter and I knew from experience that the deep, slow building kiss he was engaging him in was probably wiping away whatever self restraint the tightly wound doctor may have had. A half empty glass of water sat abandoned on the counter. My best guess was that it was the reason Jack had gotten up in the night and gone to the kitchen. Vaughn had simply followed him. Jack seemed to sense my presence and stiffened, shoving Vaughn back and looking to me guiltily. Vaughn just smiled at me. "Hey, baby." I shook my head, frowning at him in disapproval. "You were just going to let me sleep?" Vaughn separated himself from Jack and moved toward me. "You looked tired." I hooked my arm around his waist as he came into range and pulled him to me, kissing him in an admittedly possessive display. When it broke, Vaughn was panting softly, his cheeks lightly flushed. "Remember when we talked about maybe trying this some day," he asked almost shyly, as if I had not just caught him with his tongue in another man's mouth. "Why do you think I'm not mad at you right now? I take it you finally found your third party." Jack, who had been staring fixedly at the floor since I had arrived, coughed nervously. "I'm not really..." "Shh," Vaughn shot over his shoulder. I chuckled and kissed his lips softly before detangling myself from him and moving closer to Jack. "Sorry. I've been trying to talk him into a threesome for a while." Jack's face turned slightly pink. The wary look in his eyes suggested he was still waiting for me to punch him in the face for taking advantage of my boyfriend. His mouth opened and closed impotently. "If it were up to me," I continued, hoping to put him at ease. "I would have done it a long time ago. Vaughn didn't want to - couldn't think of anybody he trusted enough to ask. He's chosen you." Jack stared at me in shock. "Are you serious?" I chuckled. "Like I said, I would have done this already if it was my choice. I've been waiting for him to find somebody he wanted to ask. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can just go back to bed and we'll forget this ever happened." Jack's eyes darted from me to the floor, to the ticking clock on the wall, like he was expecting it to turn into the alarm on the night stand in the guest room and start ringing any second. I resisted the impulse to pinch his arm to prove to him he was awake - that this was real - to shake him from his stunned silence. He finally glanced at Vaughn and bit his lip, debating. "This is insane," he muttered to himself. Vaughn came back over and silently wrapped his arms around Jack's waist, leaning in to nibble his skin just below the ear. Jack's eyes slammed shut and he swallowed a moan. "Please," Vaughn whispered against his skin. I saw Jack's resistance crumble and knew full well how easy it was for Vaughn to do that for a person. He nodded and I caught a flash of Vaughn's triumphant smile before he began kissing his way down Jack's throat, licking at his collarbone. He drew up the T-shirt Jack wore to bed and traced his fingers along the top of his boxers. I grabbed his nearest wrist, halting him. "Hey, I'm not doing this in the kitchen when we have two perfectly good beds." Vaughn rolled his eyes at me and led a dazed Jack from the kitchen with a firm grip on his wrist. I shook my head and dumped the half finished glass in the sink before following them, turning off the light in the kitchen on my way out. By the time I got to the bedroom Vaughn and I shared he had Jack's shirt off and was blindly running his fingers along his exposed chest while Jack's tongue explored his mouth thoroughly. Vaughn moaned and leaned into him as Jack cradled his head between his hands, tilting it gently to the side and deepening the connection. By the time he came up for air Vaughn was panting softly. I didn't need to see the dazed look in his eyes to guess that Jack was a good kisser. Vaughn fumbled for the edge of Jack's boxers and finally slipped one hand inside. Jack groaned, his hips twitching instinctively. "Are you sure about this," he asked stubbornly, giving Vaughn one last chance to change his mind. Vaughn smiled and dropped to his knees in front of Jack, dragging his boxers down with him and taking his half-hard cock in his mouth without a word. The tension visibly flowed from Jack's shoulders, taking the last of his restraint. His chin sagged to his chest and he breathed deeply, combing his fingers through Vaughn's hair. He didn't force or guide him in any way, he just seemed to not quite know what else to do with his hands. Vaughn pulled back suddenly and locked eyes with him as he slipped his index finger into his mouth and sucked on it with exaggerated motions. Jack gasped, his eyes darkening. He widened his stance, kicking his boxers from around his ankles, and nodded, silently giving Vaughn permission. Vaughn's hand disappeared between his legs as he took his now fully hardened length back in his mouth. A strangled sound slipped from Jack's lips and his hips twitched, Vaughn no longer able to hold him still with both hands. "Oh, fuck," he gasped. That jolted me into action. I opened the night stand drawer and dug out an almost new tube of lubricant, tossing it on the bed, ignoring the increasingly insistent throbbing between my legs. I wasn't ready to join in quite yet. "Don't come yet," I whispered to Jack, careful not to touch him for fear of setting him off too quickly. He nodded tightly in acknowledgment, biting his lip and moaning as Vaughn's finger shifted inside him, probably brushing his prostate. At this rate if I didn't do something this would be over very soon. I knelt beside Vaughn and gently grabbed his wrist, coaxing his hand away, hearing Jack's barely swallowed whimper of protest as Vaughn's finger was pulled free. "I want to watch him fuck you," I murmured, loud enough for Jack to hear. Vaughn moaned, causing Jack to twitch and gasp, and shifted as his own erection strained against the material of his boxers. "I want to watch you come with him inside you." Vaughn pulled away from Jack, nodding, his eyes dark with lust. I stepped back and let Jack take over again as he stood shakily. Jack made quick work of getting rid of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss, groaning as he no doubt tasted himself on Vaughn's tongue. He practically tossed Vaughn onto the bed as some animalistic instinct seemed to take him over for a brief moment. Vaughn gasped, but made no protest. In fact, he seemed to like it. He watched, wide-eyed as Jack peeled his boxers off, and automatically spread his legs invitingly, his breath accelerating in anticipation. Jack hesitated and picked up the lube I had left on the bed, seeming to come back to himself. "Shit," he muttered. "Condoms..." Vaughn sat up, placing a gentle hand on his arm, waiting for the suddenly panicked eyes to meet his. "It's okay. Mulder and I don't use them - we're clean. And I trust you would know if you weren't..." "I'm clean," Jack confirmed quickly. Vaughn smiled. "I believe you." Jack hesitated a moment longer but gave in easily, letting Vaughn pull him down on top of him, settling between his spread thighs. Vaughn hissed as Jack's hips pressed down into his and let his head fall back, eyes slipping shut as Jack trailed heated kisses down his throat. I peeled my own T-shirt off, feeling too warm to find it comfortable suddenly, and sank into the chair in the corner, watching the erotic scene unfolding on the bed, trying to ignore the growing bulge in my shorts. Jack worked his way down Vaughn's body, finding several of the places I knew would make my lover squirm in pleasure. He licked briefly at the tight skin over Vaughn's abdomen and sat up suddenly, reaching for the lube. He glanced at me nervously as he popped the cap. "Don't worry about me. Just pretend I'm not here," I instructed. Some primitive part of my brain screamed in jealousy and urged me to march over there and reclaim what was mine, ripping the good doctor to shreds if he was dumb enough to protest. I shoved it aside. This was not about jealousy and marking territory. And while Jack Shephard was certainly attractive - in a rough sort of way, though his lines were certainly graceful enough for him to pass as a model - I wasn't in this for him. I wanted to see Vaughn come apart under the hands of someone else - watch from the outside as he writhed and moaned in mindless pleasure. I could see more from this neutral angle than I could if I was the one eliciting those responses from him - especially since I didn't have to worry about coming too soon and not giving him what he needed. Vaughn gasped as Jack's hand disappeared between his legs and moaned as Jack bent over him, tongue darting out to lap the tip of his cock obscenely, swiping away a bead of moisture before engulfing him easily and without hesitation. 'Guess he's done this before,' I thought dimly. I wondered, not for the first time, what exactly had happened all those months Jack had spent on that island. Vaughn was writhing in a few short minutes, moaning in almost complete abandon, fingers twisting the sheets restlessly. 'Surgeon's hands,' I thought and swallowed a groan as Vaughn thrashed helplessly. "Oh, GOD," he gasped, arching his back. "Stop teasing me... please...fuck! He bucked his hips against Jack's tight grip. "Stop! Please!" Jack pulled back obediently, the hand not still buried between Vaughn's legs coming up to pinch his cock firmly just under the head, staving off his orgasm. "You okay," he asked gently. Vaughn relaxed back into the mattress, gasping like he'd run a mile. "You're really good at that," he muttered in the general direction of the ceiling. A small smile graced Jack's lips and I realized I hadn't really seen him smile since I met him. The effect was fairly disarming. "I'm ready," Vaughn continued, looking down at him. "Just...fuck me." Jack's smile faded a little and he rubbed the head of Vaughn's cock almost soothingly with his thumb, spreading the steadily leaking moisture. "How long does it usually take you to recover?" I groaned and shifted, my own cock throbbing at the suggestion. "He can have multiple orgasms," I answered. Vaughn's head snapped in my direction, his eyes wide, warning. Jack nodded. "Then just lay back and trust me." Vaughn moaned as Jack's fingers moved again, his wrist twisting. 'Adding another finger,' I realized hazily, shifting again, feeling my pulse race. "No, keep looking at him," Jack directed gently as Vaughn tried to turn his head. "Tell him how it feels." I wanted to kiss him. Vaughn's eyes darkened and he struggled to stay focused on me, a tiny whimper spilling from his lips as Jack took his straining length back in his mouth. "'s good," he mumbled. "He's..." he swallowed. "He's as good with his fingers as you are with your tongue," he finished in a rush. "Oh..." His back arched, his eyelids falling shut for a moment and then struggling to refocus. "Tell me what he's doing," I prompted, surprised I was able to keep my voice steady. I forced myself to stay focused on his face, ignoring what Jack was doing, concentrating only on the effect it was having on Vaughn. Vaughn groaned and I saw his hips make aborted thrusts from the corner of my eye. "He's teasing me," he whined. "He's... his fingers are...*fluttering* on my prostate...not enough to come...oh God..." He yelped, his back arching. "Fuck! Yes!" I groaned as I watched him writhe, his skin growing increasingly slick with sweat. His eyes fluttered shut, no longer able to take the flood of sensation, and I looked down. Jack's hand worked steadily between his legs, his other hand pressing against Vaughn's quivering abdomen, controlling his movements somewhat but basically letting Vaughn fuck his mouth. "I'm gonna come," Vaughn gasped. My hips twitched instinctively, my cock itching to get inside him. I took deep breaths, calming myself with all the self- discipline I was capable of summoning. "Go ahead, baby. I wanna see you." His head thrashed back and forth, his back alternately curling until he was nearly sitting upright and arching back from the bed. He stopped moving suddenly, his breath catching, and then he came with a loud cry, bucking wildly in Jack's hold. Jack surprised me by swallowing without even batting an eye...so to speak. 'He really has done this before.' Vaughn went limp, shivering visibly as Jack sat up, reaching for the lubricant and anointing himself before gently positioning Vaughn, spreading his legs wide. He leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress, the other beneath Vaughn's knee, pressing up and out, as he pushed slowly inside. Vaughn moaned low in his throat as he was filled and what little blood I may have had left in my brain rushed directly south. Jack paused when he was almost completely buried and reached for one of the pillows. "Can you lift up a little?" Vaughn lifted his hips, moaning softly as that caused Jack to change angle and slide a little bit deeper. Jack stuffed the pillow under his hips hurriedly and Vaughn sank back gratefully, spreading his legs wide comfortably, opening himself up to Jack. "I wasn't expecting you to be so good at this," Vaughn panted, letting out an involuntary squeak as Jack gave a tentative thrust, burying himself fully in Vaughn. "Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises," Jack gasped. He braced his hands on either side of Vaughn's head and began a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. Vaughn hummed and reached up to grip Jack's wrists, grounding himself. He thrust up against Jack, easily matching his rhythm. "You're just going to do this until I come again?" Jack smirked. "That's the plan." He shifted his hips, adjusting his angle. Vaughn moaned softly. "It's okay...if you need to come..." "I'm fine." By the slight strain in his voice I guessed he was not quite as in control as he appeared but was stubborn enough to hold on as long as it took. Vaughn nodded and reached one hand down to touch himself - just running his fingers along the underside of his stirring length almost teasingly. He gasped as Jack adjusted his angle again, his cock twitching in his hand. "There...right there...keep doing that." He groaned and thrust up more forcefully. "Harder," he begged. Jack complied easily, showing more mercy than I would have. I swallowed a groan and surreptitiously freed my stiff cock from my boxers, unable to ignore it any longer as I watched them. Vaughn turned his head toward me, his eyes darkening as he saw me. "Don't come yet, baby," he pleaded breathlessly. I groaned and let go of my cock, clenching my fists. Jack glanced at me and lowered himself over Vaughn, lips brushing his ear as he murmured something, his voice low enough for only Vaughn to hear. Vaughn's eyes turned almost black, seeming to gleam in the soft bedroom light. A flush spread across his face and he moaned deep in his chest, the uninhibited, lustful sound making my breath stutter, my cock growing harder than I thought possible. "Yes," Vaughn gasped, his eyes locked on me even though I knew he was talking to Jack. Jack whispered something else and Vaughn's eyes rolled back in his head, the lids sliding shut. He whimpered softly. "Oh, God, yes...please..." He turned his head suddenly and captured Jack's mouth in a frantic kiss. "Make me come," he murmured against his lips. "Please..." Jack nodded and reared back a little, hooking his arm under Vaughn's left leg, lifting it up and out as far as possible. "Hang on," he growled. Vaughn reached for the headboard, gripping it tightly, and cried out as Jack braced himself with his other hand and began slamming into him brutally. I groaned loudly, the sound all but lost amid Vaughn's cries and the wet sounds of their bodies colliding over and over. Jack was being rougher with Vaughn than I had ever dared. Obviously an oversight on my part... I clenched my fists so hard I was sure I would draw blood, resisting the urge to bring myself along with them. I wasn't sure if Jack had raised Vaughn's leg to give himself a better angle or to give me a better view but I decided that, if it was the latter, he was definitely a sadistic bastard. From my position, I had a pretty clear view of his slick length driving into my lover's welcoming body. Vaughn let go of the headboard with one hand, reaching for Jack blindly, his fingers slipping on the sweat-slick planes of his back, nails leaving a thin trail. "Yes," he whimpered. Then his back bowed from the bed, his head falling back, wailing as his limbs shook. Jack groaned and held still as Vaughn quaked beneath him. When it was over Vaughn blinked up at the ceiling dazedly, groaning as Jack pulled out gently. Jack reached down to pinch the head of his cock almost cruelly, hissing and breathing deeply as he forced himself back under control. 'Or maybe he's more of a masochist,' I thought, marveling again at his self-discipline. His cock was swollen and almost purple, pressing against his abdomen. It looked painful. Vaughn winced and reached up to brush Jack's chin with gentle fingers. "You okay?" Jack nodded and silently helped Vaughn lower his legs. "Are you okay," he whispered when Vaughn groaned softly. Vaughn hummed and stretched his limbs a little experimentally. "Just give me a minute." I didn't move - almost afraid to breathe - wondering what they were planning now and whether it would involve me. Jack sat up against the headboard beside Vaughn. He grabbed the lube and slathered some more on himself. I waited for one of them to call me over but it didn't happen. Instead, Jack squeezed Vaughn's shoulder and said, "whenever you're ready." Vaughn rolled over and crawled toward him, turning around and straddling his thighs facing backward. Jack settled one hand on Vaughn's hip and used the other to guide himself back inside. Vaughn groaned when he was fully seated and slowly lowered himself until he was laying fully on top of Jack. They rearranged themselves until Jack had his knees raised and spread, Vaughn's legs hooked over them, opening him wide. "This okay," he asked. Vaughn nodded. "Just relax..." Vaughn let his head drop back on Jack's shoulder and closed his eyes, groaning as Jack's hand delved between his legs. I couldn't see what he was doing, but it made Vaughn shift in his grasp and spread his thighs even wider. Jack beckoned to me with his other hand. I was up and at the side of the bed in moments. Jack tossed the lubricant at me and turned his attention back to Vaughn, murmuring low in his ear. From my new perspective I could see his fingers gently stretching Vaughn's already filled passage. My eyes widened as I realized what they wanted me to do. "Oh, fuck..." I stripped off my boxers completely and coated myself with an especially generous amount of lube before climbing between their spread legs. Jack watched me with partial attention, continuing to talk to Vaughn in a steady stream, seemingly trying to put him in a trance. He motioned me closer. I followed his direction until I could go no further, my knees on either side of Jack's hips. I hesitated suddenly, unsure, feeling completely out of my depths. "Are you sure about this, baby? I don't want to hurt you." Vaughn's eyes popped open with a groan. "For god's sake, Mulder, just do it!" "Hey," Jack scolded softly. "Relax." Vaughn grumbled and let himself go limp again. Jack slipped his fingers from Vaughn suddenly and reached for my hand, his dark eyes boring into me, seemingly daring me to resist. I didn't. I let him entwine our fingers and guide them to Vaughn's body, slipping them inside; two of mine and two of his. Vaughn gasped and Jack quickly soothed him with soft, reassuring noises. Vaughn didn't move, save for the rapid rise and fall of his chest. After a minute or so Jack pulled our hands free and nodded to me. I took his cue and lined myself up to Vaughn's opening with shaking hands. Jack's hand on my wrist halted me suddenly. "Go slow," he instructed. I nodded and he let go, one hand cupping Vaughn's sated cock, the other resting gently on his abdomen. I took a couple deep breaths and let my hands rest on the insides of his spread thighs, giving him an anchor and holding him open as I began to push inside. Vaughn whimpered and Jack's hand rubbed circles on his abdomen. "Shh...relax...let it happen..." I felt Vaughn's body give a little, his loosened but still small opening stretching to accommodate me. I stopped, letting him adjust to the pressure for a moment. Once I felt him begin to relax around me again I shoved forward, burying the head of my cock inside him. Vaughn cried out, his body stiffening, and I stopped, terrified that I had hurt him. Jack just calmly continued to rub his abdomen, the muscles visibly quivering under his hand. "Easy," he murmured. "It's okay, Michael. Just relax." "Maybe this isn't a good idea..." "Pull out and I'll kill you," Vaughn gasped, his eyes still tightly closed. "Baby..." "He'll be fine," Jack reassured. "Just keep moving slowly. Small thrusts." I sighed. Obviously Vaughn was determined to do this even if it killed him. I clenched my jaw and pushed, sliding forward only slightly. Vaughn whimpered and Jack murmured in his ear. I hesitated only a moment and then kept moving, slowly, millimeter by agonizing millimeter. A long string of drawn out, breathless cries poured from Vaughn, his hands moving restlessly, searching for something to hold on to. Jack caught one and held it tightly, his breath hitching in his own restrained pleasure as he continued his steady stream of reassurances. By the time I was as deep as I dared go we were all gasping for breath. Vaughn's body shook, his skin slick with sweat and flushed a deep red, his tight passage clenching in protest, straining to adjust to the invasion. Jack and I groaned almost in unison as we were squeezed in a vice-like grip. I knew he was struggling as much as I was against the instinct to just thrust hard and fast until he came. I took deep breaths, trying to force myself back under control. "You okay, baby," I gasped. Vaughn's eyes opened, rolling aimlessly for a moment before slowly meeting mine, and I groaned again. His pupils were so dilated his eyes appeared almost entirely black. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but nothing emerged except heavy, ragged breaths. He nodded. "Wrap your legs around him," Jack instructed, nudging Vaughn slightly. Vaughn moaned as we both helped him follow the direction, wrapping his legs up near my chest. Jack wordlessly hooked his leg around my hips and yanked me forward, driving me to the hilt inside Vaughn. My gasp was drowned out by Vaughn's yelp and Jack's groan. I tore my eyes from Vaughn and focused on the man behind him. Jack's eyes were dark, glinting with lust, their intensity making him appear almost dangerous. I could feel his cock twitching against mine, every bump and ridge, the throb of his pulse in the veins on the underside. I felt a tiny thrill go up my spine and wondered if this was what Vaughn had seen in him - why he had chosen him. There was something wild and uninhibited about him. I recalled the almost violent way he had fucked Vaughn earlier and looked back at my lover, realization starting to sink in. "You want us to hurt you," I murmured. His breath caught and he looked at me with a mixture of hope, lust and apprehension. Suddenly everything made sense. There is a thin line between pain and pleasure. Finding out just how much pain a person can take and staying just on the pleasurable side of it is a delicate balancing act - one Vaughn knew I would be hesitant to attempt. Jack was capable of being rough and unyielding yet tightly controlled enough to not take Vaughn too far. Vaughn let out a loud, distressed wail when I pulled out abruptly. "You fucking bastard," he spit in frustration. I slipped my hand behind his neck and covered his lips with an aggressively passionate kiss. "I'm not stopping," I murmured. "I just think we should let Jack be on top." Jack groaned and nodded toward the empty side of the bed. I laid down and waited while Vaughn lifted himself free and crawled over. He groaned as he sank onto my cock, his hips rolling with small, instinctive thrusts. I stopped his movements with a firm grip as Jack got into position behind him. Jack's hands covered mine on his hips as he thrust into Vaughn without any hesitation. Vaughn cried out and collapsed forward, barely catching himself before landing fully on top of me. I growled softly and kissed his swollen lips. He responded clumsily, whimpering as Jack began a rhythm of slow, powerful thrusts. "Tell me how it feels," I panted, rocking my hips slightly to follow Jack's motions. His glazed eyes met mine, their wide open, glassy depths speaking of utterly mindless pleasure. "So full...feel...like 'm gonna burst...oh," he gasped as Jack suddenly changed angle, slamming against me, driving me into Vaughn's prostate. I moaned loudly and raised my knees from the bed, spreading them a bit so I could thrust up against them, my rhythm slightly off from Jack's. Vaughn whimpered and spread his already wide-flung knees even further, thrusting his hips back. "Oh, *fuck*..." I moaned, loosening the tight reins I'd been holding on my orgasm ever since this whole encounter started. Jack's arm came around Vaughn's chest suddenly, lifting him up and pulling his unresisting body back against his. He seized Vaughn's wrists and pinned them to his chest. Vaughn moaned, his head falling back to Jack's shoulder and gasped as Jack bit the soft skin between his neck and shoulder blade. Vaughn writhed. "Oh, god, yes!" I groaned at the image they painted - Vaughn, still sweaty and over-stimulated, thrashing in Jack's tight grip, making the brightly colored tattoos on the doctor's arm undulate hypnotically beside Vaughn’s relatively tame one. "God, baby, you're so beautiful..." Vaughn whimpered and squirmed against Jack's hold. "Harder." Jack responded by pushing Vaughn back down over me. "Hang on..." Vaughn braced himself on trembling arms as Jack steadied his hips and slowly pulled back. Vaughn whimpered and I groaned, feeling his heated length slide torturously against mine. He stopped suddenly and let go of Vaughn's hip long enough to tap mine, demanding my attention. "You too," he gasped when my eyes focused on his face. Vaughn shuddered. I nodded, my breathing going ragged, and covered his hands with my own, guiding Vaughn up and almost off my painfully erect cock. "There, stop..." he breathed when we were almost totally free. I felt his hands tremble slightly beneath mine. "Can you hold that position, Michael?" Vaughn nodded and adjusted his stance a little, bracing himself. "Please," he whimpered. Jack nodded at me and I dug my heels into the mattress, thrusting up hard, Jack following less than a second behind me. Vaughn's mouth fell open, a tiny squeak erupting from him. I groaned, feeling the tension pool in my abdomen, quickly reaching the point of no return. I bucked into Vaughn with little restraint, feeling tiny sparks of fire dart up my spine as Jack's hips slammed into mine, his trusts growing erratic. I kissed Vaughn sloppily, both of us panting and gasping as we all writhed and bucked against each other. Jack shifted suddenly and Vaughn gasped, stiffening in our hold. I swallowed his scream when he came seconds later, groaning loudly as his distended opening contracted, pulling me along with him, milking my orgasm from me. I vaguely felt Jack shudder to a stop after a few more thrusts. Vaughn collapsed on my chest, trembling and whimpering through the aftershocks, his hips twitching occasionally. Jack recovered first and slowly pulled out. I held back a groan, my hands joining his in soothing Vaughn when he whined. Jack stood shakily and stumbled toward the bathroom. Vaughn let his body sink into mine and nuzzled my neck tiredly. "You okay?" I breathed, stroking his back with shaking hands. He hummed contentedly. "I'm sure every muscle in my body will be screaming at me tomorrow, but it was worth it." I chuckled and kissed his forehead, brushing back his sweat- dampened hair tenderly. "You're amazing." He smiled. Jack finally reappeared with a damp cloth and I gently coaxed Vaughn up, sliding my softened cock from him. He groaned in protest, but didn't try to stop me. I rolled him onto his back beside me and Jack knelt over him, cleaning him and making sure he hadn't been torn. Vaughn smiled up at him as he worked diligently and it was such a sweet and loving smile that I couldn't resist stretching over to kiss him. He opened his mouth to the kiss easily and groaned as my hands began wandering over his sated body. I glanced over at Jack as I pulled back and almost laughed at his shocked expression. "He likes to be touched after," I explained. I turned back to continue my exploration but Vaughn shoved me suddenly and before I knew it I was on my back and he was guiding Jack's hand to me with soft instructions to clean me as well. Jack complied slowly, dazed. He tried to be gentle but I was still sensitive from my orgasm and the touch of the cloth was almost too much. Vaughn kissed me deeply, swallowing my groan, and proceeded to run his hands all over me the way I had him moments before. "Do you think you can go again," he murmured against my mouth, his fingers dancing maddeningly on my abdomen. I groaned. "You're insatiable." I tried to sound put upon but I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face. He shook his head. "Not me..." He nodded at Jack over his shoulder. "I want to watch you fuck him." My breath caught and I felt Jack's hands fumble with the washcloth. I met his wide eyes over Vaughn's shoulder and saw him swallow heavily. Vaughn turned to him as well. "Is that okay," he asked, as if he had just realized that Jack should probably have a say in the matter. Jack's mouth opened and then closed abruptly. He looked down at the cloth in his hands, turning it over a couple times nervously. "Are you sure," he finally asked. Vaughn smiled and sat up gingerly, coaxing the cloth from Jack's hands and tossing it aside. He cupped Jack's face and kissed him sweetly. Then he stared into Jack's eyes and nodded slowly. He kept eye contact as he took hold of Jack's hand, blindly guiding it to my mostly sated cock. I groaned as Jack's hand wrapped around it instinctively. "Get him hard," Vaughn whispered, his voice barely loud enough for me to hear. He let go and Jack's hand moved tentatively. I hissed and he stopped, his eyes darting to my face. "Too much?" "A little," I admitted. Jack nodded and suddenly he was bending over me, taking me into his mouth. I groaned, my cock twitching. His tongue was softer, gentler, and much hotter than his hand, coaxing my sated length back to life almost painfully. I whimpered involuntarily and suddenly Vaughn was kissing me again, hovering over me worriedly. "Is this okay?" I nodded, unable to speak in coherent sentences while Jack was sucking me so enthusiastically. I gasped as his finger slipped beneath my testicles and began massaging my prostate from the outside. Vaughn smiled and swept my hair back from my forehead. "Told you he's good," he murmured. He gave me another peck on the lips and slipped away from me, reaching for the lubricant that had been tossed aside earlier. I watched absently as he coated his fingers in lube and positioned himself behind Jack. His eyes met mine as he braced Jack with one hand on his hip, his other hand disappearing between his spread thighs. Jack twitched violently and nearly choked. He pulled his mouth from me suddenly, panting as Vaughn's fingers stretched him, opening him for me. "Keep going," Vaughn ordered. Jack took the head of my cock back in his mouth, his tongue working me fervently. Vaughn did something to make him moan and I yelped as the vibration sent spikes of pleasure up my spine. "Fuck," I gasped. "Stop." Any more of this and I wouldn't be able to hold back. Jack pulled back, his forehead pressing against my thigh as Vaughn continued to work him. "I said stop," I repeated. Vaughn looked at me, startled, his hand freezing in its movements. Jack barely swallowed a groan. "You want to watch..." I nodded to the chair I had occupied earlier. "Watch." He glanced at the chair, his eyes darkening. He nodded and slowly pulled his fingers from Jack, ignoring his sound of bereavement, and moved to retrieve the cloth, wiping lubricant from his hand. Instead of going over to the chair, however, he simply lay on the other side of the bed. Close enough. Jack recovered his control and crawled up over me. I cupped the back of his head and pulled him into an awkward kiss, groaning as I tasted both Vaughn and myself. I tilted my head, my tongue instinctively plunging past his lips in search of more of that heady flavor. "How do you want me," I murmured against his lips. He pulled back and looked over at Vaughn. "Him on top," Vaughn answered simply. Jack nodded and sat back on his heels, waiting for me to move. I gaped at him as a sudden realization dawned on me. Vaughn and I were using Jack as a surrogate for each other - watching each other find pleasure from a new perspective. But this was not surprising - I had already known that. What I realized at that moment was that Jack not only seemed to know this, he accepted it. Instead of being offended, he was letting Vaughn dictate what he wanted to see. I sat up tentatively, my eyes meeting Jack's as I asked, "Are you sure this is okay?" He responded by laying on his back and manhandling me into position over him. "Guess that's a yes," I muttered. "Shut up," he fired back before pulling me down for another kiss, this one much more confident than the last. "You sound like Vaughn," I said when he let me up for air. Vaughn snorted but didn't comment. 'Guess I should make this as authentic as possible then,' I thought as I kissed my way down Jack's throat and across his chest, forcing myself not to sneeze as his chest hair tickled my nose. I couldn't pretend it was actually Vaughn underneath me, even if the idea of doing so didn't make me feel like an ass. Their bodies were too different. So instead I took a few minutes to find Jack's unique pleasure points. The juncture where his neck met his shoulder was sensitive, but his nipples weren't. Running my fingers along his sides made him sigh in pleasure, but dipping my tongue in his navel made him squirm uncomfortably. I pressed two fingers inside him experimentally and groaned against his stomach as his body opened to me easily. "I'm ready...just..." He groaned as my fingers brushed his prostate. "Oh, fuck!" I ignored his plea for mercy and took the tip of his reviving cock in my mouth. "Is he always like this," he gasped. "Worse," Vaughn confirmed, his voice rasping slightly. I felt him move and looked up through my eyelashes to see him cup Jack's chin gently and kiss him, swallowing his moan as my fingers continued to move. I pressed a third finger past the loosened ring of muscle and let his wet length slip from my mouth. "I thought you wanted to watch." "I am," Vaughn murmured against Jack’s lips. I shoved a fourth finger in abruptly and Jack gasped, his hips twitching, his kiss growing sloppy as he lost the ability to concentrate. Vaughn responded by deepening their connection, barely letting Jack up for air. After a minute he pulled back and looked into Jack's dazed eyes. "Do I look like this?" I bit back a groan as I realized he was talking to me. "You think I tease you because I'm sadistic?" He smirked at me over his shoulder. "Usually, yes." Jack arched his back and groaned loudly. "Fuck! Just do it already!" I smiled. That was my cue. "Could you grab the lube for me, baby?" Vaughn's eyes darkened and he abandoned Jack to retrieve the lube from wherever it had fallen, tossing it on the bed beside me and laying back in his more passive position beside us to watch. Jack barely stifled a whimper as I pulled my fingers out of him to reach for the lube. "On your knees," I ordered as I coated myself in the slick gel. He clambered onto his hands and knees and spread his legs, trembling slightly as I positioned myself behind him. I pressed one hand to his lower back and used the other to guide my cock to his entrance. "Relax." He nodded shakily. "I'm ready. Go." His body offered almost no resistance as I plunged forward, the tight ring of muscle stretching easily to allow me inside. He moaned loudly and cursed as I drove almost to the hilt. Vaughn shifted closer and brushed Jack's arm, lightly tracing the elaborate design of his tattoo with the tips of his fingers. "He's big, isn't he," he murmured, his voice an octave lower than normal. "Fucking huge," Jack muttered. Vaughn smiled. "I keep telling him he missed his calling as a porn star." Jack's chuckle turned to a groan as their conversation made my cock twitch inside him. He shivered and pushed back against me, forcing me deeper. Vaughn whimpered softly, his eyes fixed on Jack's face, watching his features contort with pleasure. Jack muttered something to him under his breath and Vaughn's eyes darkened. "I know," he whispered back. He leaned closer to kiss Jack, cupping the back of his head with one hand. I held Jack steady with a firm grip on his hips and shoved forward until I could go no further. Jack's cry was muffled by Vaughn's lips. I paused, fighting the instinct to simply pound my way to climax. "You okay," I gasped. Vaughn broke the kiss to glare at me over Jack's shoulder. "Damnit, Mulder, shut up and fuck him!" I gave in easily, but I still had to force myself to keep moving when Jack cried out again. "Don't stop," Vaughn ordered, his hand lightly running up and down Jack's arm. I grunted, closing my eyes, and continued to slam into his welcoming body, feeling beads of sweat slide down my back. Jack groaned loudly and thrust back against me, instinctively trying to pull me deeper. A lustful, deep groan slipped from Vaughn and when I opened my eyes I found him kneeling beside me, pulling me into a heated, if brief, kiss. His wild eyes met mine for a moment before he looked down, watching my cock plunge in and out of Jack's body. He moaned, his fingers twitching where they rested against my neck. "Jesus..." Jack hissed and I realized I had unconsciously tightened my grip on him. I mumbled an apology and eased up a little. "Don't," he moaned. "It's okay." Vaughn's breath hitched slightly and he reached to trace one finger around the rim of Jack's distended opening, brushing my swollen cock. I moaned along with Jack and grabbed his hand, pulling it away, my hips ceasing their movements, much to Jack's vocal displeasure. "I'm not gonna last much longer if you do that," I panted. Not that I would last that long anyway, but it would be easier to give Vaughn the kind of show he wanted if he wasn't directly involved. He nodded and kissed me one more time before returning to the other side of the bed. I took a deep breath to steady myself and coaxed Jack upright until he was kneeling on the bed, his back pressed flush with my chest, holding him there with an arm slung across his torso. He moaned brokenly as I tentatively rolled my hips. "This okay," I whispered in his ear. He nodded, one of his hands instinctively going to his own swollen length. I bat it away, replacing it with my own and stroking languidly, feeling the throb of his pulse against my palm. I reached my other hand to cradle his balls, rolling them gently. "Fuck," he moaned, leaning into me, his hands grabbing at my arms and ass clumsily. His hips followed my movements in a stuttering rhythm. "Harder..." He whined low in his throat as I responded by pulling out. I hissed as the cool air attacked my overheated cock and growled "headboard," hoping he would understand. Thankfully, he did. He crawled up the bed until he could lean comfortably against the headboard, gripping the smooth wood tightly, his knees spread just wide enough to accommodate me. He groaned as I moved to kneel behind him, filling him again steadily. I hissed as he clenched and rippled around me and forced myself to still for a moment once I was buried to the hilt. I leaned forward, my hand going to the headboard beside his. "Hold on," I grunted. I slammed into him hard enough to send him nearly crashing head-first into the headboard. He yelped, startled, then groaned loudly, tightening his grip and pushing his hips back to meet my continuing thrusts. I vaguely wondered if Vaughn's neighbors were shocked by the sounds coming from his apartment. Then all awareness of anything beyond the bed faded. I concentrated on the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the heat building in my abdomen, the feel of Jack's body clenching around me on every in-stroke and the heavy scent of sweat and sex that permeated the room. Jack tried to let go of the headboard with one hand but thought better of it when the move nearly caused him to lose his grip completely. He groaned and braced himself against me, his chin dropping to his chest, panting hotly. I knew what he wanted and took pity, tightening my hold on the headboard with one hand and reaching the other down to wrap around his bobbing erection, stroking clumsily in time with my movements. He writhed in my arms, his long drawn out moan broken only by a string of barely coherent curses I would not have expected to hear come from his mouth. He stiffened suddenly with a shout and I felt hot wetness spurt onto my hand. All conscious thought fled along with the last of my restraint and I thrust three more times into his clenching body before my own orgasm washed over me, my mind going blank. I slumped against Jack, gasping for breath, as awareness slowly came back to me. I felt a jolt go through his body as something hot and wet slid across my fingers, still wrapped around his softening cock, sweeping away the evidence of his climax. I uncurled my fingers and groaned as Vaughn took them into his mouth one by one. "You okay," I gasped, my lips brushing Jack's ear. "Yeah," he breathed. Then he whimpered as Vaughn abandoned my hand to return his attention to Jack's sated cock. "Stop," he moaned. Vaughn leaned back reluctantly and if I hadn't just come my cock would have twitched at the blatant lust in his eyes. "I take it you enjoyed that?" He groaned. "Hell yeah." I hissed and Jack moaned as I slowly pulled out of him. I steadied him as he slumped to the bed. Then I crawled shakily over to Vaughn and recaptured his lips. He responded with desperate fervor, moaning softly. I smiled as I felt his hips twitch slightly. Yes, he had definitely enjoyed that performance. I glanced at his mostly sated cock. “Need some help?” He groaned, a note of frustration in his voice. “Only you could get me horny when I’m too sore to do anything.” I winced. “Sorry, baby.” Jack came to life suddenly, moving one of the pillows to the center of the bed, level with Vaughn’s hip. “Come here.” Vaughn eyed him apprehensively. “I really can’t...” “I know. Trust me.” Jack reached for the washcloth that had been long forgotten while Vaughn slowly resituated himself in the middle of the bed, his hips slightly elevated by the pillow, his thighs spreading comfortably. He hissed as Jack pressed the cloth against his opening. “It’s cold.” “I know,” Jack said gently. “It’ll reduce some of the swelling.” Vaughn turned his attention to me as I moved closer again. I tentatively rested my hand on his abdomen and he covered it with his own, fingers playing over my knuckles. I leaned down to kiss him and he responded easily, his tongue tangling lazily with mine. “I love you,” I murmured, nipping gently at his swollen, bruised lower lip. He hummed an acknowledgement and sighed as I began kissing his jaw and neck, soothing the marks I had made earlier... well, most of them were mine. I felt Jack move behind me and heard the cap on the lube pop open. I pried my lips from Vaughn so I could watch his face as Jack’s fingers slid inside him and – from the way his eyes glazed – found his prostate instantly. “Too much,” Jack asked gently. Vaughn shook his head and moaned softly. His hips moved in an instinctual thrust and he winced. Jack’s hand went to his hip, halting him. “Stay still. Let us do the work.” I looked at him curiously. Us? He nodded to Vaughn’s half hard cock and Vaughn’s statement from earlier in the night rang in my head. ‘He’s as good with his fingers as you are with your mouth.’ I watched Jack’s fingers move steadily and held back a groan. ‘The best of both worlds,’ I thought vaguely. I pulled my hand, and Vaughn’s, from his abdomen and bent to replace it with my lips, feeling the muscles beneath the taut skin quiver. Vaughn moaned brokenly when I took his cock in my mouth. Following Jack’s example, I immediately started doing all the things I knew drove Vaughn crazy, including flicking my tongue repeatedly over the sensitive spot just beneath the head. I held his hips still as he writhed and massaged the ridges outlining his pelvis with my thumbs soothingly. He moaned and whimpered, his hands alternately twisting in the hopelessly mussed sheets and gripping my wrists. I saw Jack’s other hand come up to gently manipulate Vaughn’s sac from the corner of my eye. Vaughn’s moans changed pitch. Then his hand rotated and he did something to make Vaughn’s nails dig into my arm. “Oh, god, YES,” he hissed. That spurred me on. I sucked harder and swirled my tongue faster. “Oh, fuck,” Vaughn moaned, spreading his thighs wider and bucking against my hold as pleasure eclipsed the soreness in his muscles. “Please,” he gasped. I took him in as far as I could and hummed. One of Vaughn’s hands found it’s way to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, spasming. “Muh...oh...I’m coming...” I felt Jack’s wrist rotate and Vaughn’s hand fell away with a gasp. A second later he was coming with an incoherent cry, bucking against my restraining grip. I swallowed the weak jet of semen and pulled back a little, sucking gently, nursing him through the spasms. It wasn’t until I felt Jack’s hand tug at my shoulder that I registered Vaughn’s breathy pleas for me to stop. I pulled back, pressing one last soft kiss to the sated, softening length in apology. I glanced at Jack, whose other hand was still buried between Vaughn’s legs, unmoving. He nodded toward Vaughn silently and I nodded back, wondering how we had graduated to silent understanding so quickly. I crawled up beside Vaughn, taking my time, admiring the sight of him sprawled haphazardly, sweat damp skin dotted with the occasional forming bruise, bite mark or stubble burn, chest heaving as he tried to regain he breath, body utterly limp and exhausted. He opened dazed, bright eyes and smiled tiredly at me. I smiled back and smoothed a few strands of his now hopelessly tousled hair back, kissing his forehead. “You okay?” “Yeah,” he breathed. A tiny noise of displeasure slipped from him, followed by a contented groan. I looked down to find Jack had removed his fingers and was expertly massaging Vaughn’s sore, quivering thighs, slipping the pillow from beneath his hips. I focused back on Vaughn, making myself comfortable on the bed beside him. I carefully brushed his kiss-swollen lips with mine and murmured “you’re amazing. I love you." He hummed and kissed me back lazily, already half drifting to sleep. He roused himself as Jack started making motions to get up and summoned enough energy to reach out and snatch the doctor’s wrist. “Where’re you going?” Jack hesitated. “Sleep here.” Jack snorted. “This bed isn’t really big enough for three people.” He started to slip away again but Vaughn’s grip tightened. “I don’t have the energy to stop you but I can make Mulder cuff you to the bed if I have to.” I held back a chuckle as Jack stared at Vaughn incredulously for a minute or two. Then he looked at me. “Don’t look at me, I can’t help you.” He still hesitated. “Look, you’re not leaving the apartment tonight anyway,” I added. “What difference does it make if you sleep here or at the end of the hall? Vaughn wants you here.” He sighed. “The bed still isn’t big enough.” “We’ll make room,” Vaughn said firmly. “I’m too tired to argue right now. Just get in bed before I have to hurt you.” I couldn’t hold back a laugh that time. Jack shot me a look that said “traitor” and reached to switch off the lamp I’d turned on when I’d woken up hours before. It had to have been hours by now, right? By the time my eyes adjusted to the faint glow of the nightlight by the bathroom door (which Vaughn had insisted on after bumping into the wall in the middle of the night one too many times) Jack had settled on the other side of the bed, facing Vaughn but not touching him. Vaughn sighed dramatically and rolled over, pressing himself intimately to Jack and nuzzling his neck. I could feel Jack’s continuing hesitancy, so I shifted over and curled against Vaughn’s back, slipping a knee between his thighs and burying my nose in his hair, kissing the back of his neck. He covered my hand with one of his, holding it to his warm, slightly damp abdomen – and sighed contentedly. I felt Jack’s tension start to dissipate and he rested his hand on Vaughn’s hip. “I’ve never...done this before,” he admitted softly. “Could’ve fooled us,” I cracked. Vaughn slapped my hand lightly. “Shut up. You know what he meant.” I kept talking like he hadn’t said anything. “Don’t mistake Vaughn’s cockiness for experience. We haven’t either.” Vaughn turned his head as far as he could and asked “who’re you calling cocky?” I groaned. “There’s a joke in there, but I’m too tired to find it.” Jack giggled and I just knew Vaughn was rolling his eyes. “Then go to sleep,” he fired back at me. He shifted to make himself more comfortable and groaned. “It’s a good thing I don’t have to work this weekend. I may not be able to walk tomorrow.” “Sorry,” Jack responded automatically, stroking Vaughn’s hip gently. “No,” Vaughn assured him, pulling away from me slightly to give him a sleepy kiss. “It was worth it.” He settled back again. “Anything to get Mulder to bring me breakfast in bed,” he added playfully. “And now I have a handsome doctor to take care of me too.” “Are you gonna stop talking so I can get some sleep,” I cut in. Vaughn blew a raspberry. Jack chuckled and I felt him finally relax into Vaughn’s embrace. One of them barely stifled a yawn. Vaughn let go of my hand and dragged Jack’s arm across his hip and mine. “We’ll talk in the morning,” he murmured. Then he turned his head and threw a “love you,” over his shoulder. I managed to mumble something that vaguely resembled an “I love you” back before I drifted to sleep. Whether or not it was clear didn’t matter – he would understand. And more importantly, he already knew.