Fandom: X-Files/Alias

Copyright: Diandra Hollman

Rating: NC-17

Warnings/Keywords: Slash, Mulder/Vaughn

Timeline: This takes place in the Intoxicated universe 
    somewhere between Intoxicated and Sobriety.

Spoilers: Not.

Disclaimer: Mulder belongs to Chris Carter and 1013, Vaughn 
    belongs to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot. In a perfect world, 
    they also belong to each other. ;)

Archive: No.

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Mulder moaned into Vaughn's mouth as the younger agent rocked 
slowly in his lap, grinding their clothed erections together. 
When he had made that joke about "christening" his new chair 
he had not anticipated that Vaughn would actually take him up 
on it. Then again, Vaughn was always surprising him.

Vaughn made a small noise that was halfway between a growl and 
a whimper as he tore frantically at Mulder's clothes, 
deepening the kiss hungrily. It had been a long time since 
they had last been together. Vaughn had been restrained and 
uncharacteristically formal ever since he'd walked in the 
door, seemingly trying to stall the sexual encounter that had 
become so routine for them with every meeting as if he could 
prolong their time together by denying himself the pleasure he 
craved. Mulder thought maybe he should stay away longer and 
deny Vaughn once in a while - keep him busy doing other things 
if necessary - if it would make him this wild in bed.

 Mulder managed to push Vaughn off his lap so he could shove 
his pants and boxers down to his knees, freeing his throbbing 
erection, but breaking away from Vaughn's demanding kiss 
proved more difficult. Finally, Vaughn pulled away so he could 
concentrate on removing his own pants, which was difficult as 
his hands were shaking with pent up arousal. Mulder used the 
opportunity to remove his shirt and then started on Vaughn's. 

With what little bit of normal functioning remained in 
Vaughn's lust-fogged mind he remembered to take the condom out 
of the pocket before tossing his slacks aside. He pressed it 
into Mulder's hand and finished removing his shirt as Mulder 
put it on, his hands shaking so much he could barely push the 
buttons through the eyelets and he ended up ripping several of 
them off in his frustration.

"Lube," Mulder panted as Vaughn straddled his lap once again, 
naked skin meeting equally naked skin. 

Vaughn shook his head. "Already prepared," he gasped. 

Mulder groaned at the thought of Vaughn preparing himself 
ahead of time for this. He pictured Vaughn laying on his back 
in bed, his hand between his spread legs, moaning as he 
greased his tight sheath, stretching the tight opening wide, 
imagining the feel of Mulder's hard length filling him, 
teasing himself with his fingers in anticipation. 

"You really were a boyscout, weren't you," Mulder muttered as 
he kissed Vaughn again, hard and with all the passion he could 
muster. Vaughn's fingers tangled in Mulder's hair as he moaned 
deeply. Then he pulled away, unable to take it any longer. He 
reached for Mulder's cock and impaled himself with no further 
preamble. He whimpered. Even with his earlier preparation, it 
still hurt, but he didn't care. He was so primed and hungry 
for this that the pain seemed insignificant. All he wanted was 
Mulder inside him, so deep he could almost feel it in his 
throat, fucking him until he didn't know anything other than 
the dizzying pleasure consuming him. 

Mulder gripped Vaughn's hips, steadying him as he looped his 
legs through the curved arms of the chair and pressed his feet 
to the floor for leverage, barely lifting himself from 
Mulder's lap before slamming back down. 

"Ah, God," Vaughn gasped as he felt an orgasm already building 
up deep in his abdomen. 

Mulder's hands were suddenly everywhere at once, gripping his 
back, fingers tracing along his spine, kneading the back of 
his neck, running through his hair, encouraging him to let go 
and take his pleasure. He felt Mulder's tongue against his 
shoulder, running up the hot skin of his throat to tease his 
ear mercilessly. Vaughn gripped the back of the chair so 
tightly his knuckles turned white and rode hard. Even if the 
apartment were to suddenly catch fire, he wouldn't have been 
able to stop. In fact, he thought feverishly, it would seem 
welcomingly cool compared to the molten heat surging through 
his veins. 

He faltered as every muscle in his body tightened. The world 
tilted on its axis as Mulder somehow lifted him from the chair 
and lay him on the couch without breaking their connection, 
continuing the steady, brutal thrusts. The leather of the 
couch stuck to his sweat-slickened skin, but he barely 
noticed. He couldn't feel anything other than Mulder's hot, 
engorged length pounding into him mercilessly, fanning the 
flame and setting off a series of small explosions that shook 
his entire body with the force of a seismic shock. 

A low whine started in the back of Vaughn's throat, growing 
steadily louder as the world began to blur. The tension in his 
body had reached its zenith, strung so tightly that Vaughn 
feverishly wondered if he would shatter into a million pieces 
when it broke. He didn't care. Anything that would give him 
the release that, at that moment, he needed more than the air 
that filled his heaving lungs.

And then something in him snapped and he screamed, his back 
arching almost painfully as everything went white, his hips 
pulsing in a mindless rhythm as pleasure so intense that it 
was painful shot through his body. Mulder strained to hold on 
to him as he thrashed violently, groaning loudly as the 
muscles surrounding his straining length pulsed, gripping him 
tightly and milking his own orgasm from him. He held Vaughn's 
body close, moaning into the overheated flesh in the spot 
where neck met shoulder as the hot liquid flowed out of him 
and into Vaughn.

Mulder panted as the waves of pleasure receded, gritting his 
teeth as his quivering arms threatened to spill him on top of 
Vaughn. He blinked, fighting to clear his vision, and looked 
at the man beneath him. Vaughn's eyes were closed, his jaw 
fallen slack and mouth open to allow him to gasp air into his 
still heaving lungs. His skin glistened with sweat and what 
hair was not plastered to his head was pointing in every 
possible direction. 

"Vaughn," Mulder called softly through gasping breaths. 

Vaughn laboriously opened his eyes and blinked up at Mulder. 
He could feel his entire body trembling like a newborn colt, 
but was helpless to stop it. And he didn't care, because he 
could still feel tiny sparks of electricity shooting through 
his body with every breath. 

"You okay," Mulder asked.

Vaughn nodded, moaning softly as an aftershock rolled through 
him, his muscles going tense and instantly releasing, leaving 
him weak and sated. "I can't feel my legs," he gasped. Or my 
arms, he added silently. If he had the strength, he would grip 
Mulder tightly and beg him to never leave. 

Mulder smirked. "I can't either." He lowered himself to his 
elbows and spread soft kisses along Vaughn jaw and neck. 
Vaughn gave a tiny whimper at the touch on his hyper sensitive 
skin then sighed as the last tiny thread of tension left his 
body, allowing Mulder's attentions to soothe him. He could 
feel his limbs growing heavy with exhaustion, already giving 
in to the inviting pull of sleep.

"If I had known you'd turn into a such a horny hellcat after 
prolonged abstinence I would have done this sooner and more 
often," Mulder teased, brushing sweaty locks of hair away from 
Vaughn's forehead.

"Mmm," Vaughn murmured as his breathing eased. He shifted 
slightly, delighting in the feel of Mulder sated length still 
buried deeply in his body. "'f you had, I'd be dead by now," 
he slurred sleepily.

Mulder chuckled and kissed his unresisting lips. "That was 
amazing," he whispered reverently. "Thank you."

Vaughn could only hum an acknowledgment as he finally sank 
into the depths of slumber, more relaxed and happy than he 
could remember being in a long time.