Fandom: X-Files/Alias

Copyright: Diandra Hollman

Rating: NC-17

Warnings/Keywords: Slash, Mulder/Vaughn

Timeline: This takes place in the Intoxicated universe 
    sometime after Sobriety.

Spoilers: As if.

Disclaimer: Mulder belongs to Chris Carter and 1013, Vaughn 
    belongs to JJ Abrams and Bad Robot. Although now that X-
    Files is long gone and Vaughn is "dead", can I claim them?

Archive: No.

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Vaughn couldn't sleep. He had spent two hours tossing and 
turning restlessly and another thirty minutes just watching 
the numbers tick away on his bedside clock. On any other night 
he would have blamed it on his worry over Sydney's upcoming 
mission, but this was not any other night. Maybe a part of him 
was worried about her, but that wasn't what was really keeping 
him from sleeping. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see 
Mulder's face hovering over him with that lustful gleam in his 
eyes. He could almost feel Mulder's hard length inside him and 
it made him moan in frustration. 

Vaughn tried to roll onto his stomach, but it was no use. He 
was getting hard again and this time he didn't think he could 
will away his erection. He could just take care of it by 
himself, but he knew it wasn't just about physical release 
this time. He wanted Mulder there with him, whispering to him 
in that deep, soothing monotone. Those warm, capable hands and 
limber tongue bringing him to a mind-blowing orgasm. 

He groaned. Might as well give in to it.


(Alexandria, Virginia)


Mulder was jolted out of his half-conscious stupor as the 
phone rang suddenly. He hit the pause button on the remote and 
the buxom women on the screen froze in mid-writhe, one woman's 
tongue sticking out obscenely as she bent to lick the other's 
nipple. 

"Mulder."

"Did I wake you," a familiar, albeit oddly raspy voice asked. 
Vaughn.

"Nah, I was just watching TV. Couldn't sleep."

There was a soft snort on the other end of the line. "Let me 
guess. You were watching lesbian porn and pretending to be a 
'typical red-blooded male' who gets turned on by the sight of 
two women having sex."

Mulder flicked off the TV and resettled himself on the couch. 
"What makes you say that?"

"I know you," Vaughn murmured, a smile tugging at the corners 
of his lips.

"Is something wrong," Mulder asked, confused.

"No," Vaughn sighed. "I just couldn't sleep either and I 
needed to hear your voice."

"You called me long distance because you can't sleep and 
you're feeling lonely," Mulder repeated flatly. 

Vaughn felt heat rise to his cheeks. Mulder was right. He was 
acting like a clingy, head-over-heels teenager. "I'm sorry," 
he sputtered. "I shouldn't have..."

"No," Mulder blurted. "No, I'm glad you called." He paused and 
listened to Vaughn's soft sigh and the rustle of cloth. "Are 
you in bed?"

"Yeah," Vaughn admitted, his voice small and weary. 

Mulder smirked in realization. "Tell me what this call is 
really about."

Vaughn shifted nervously and then sighed in resignation. "I 
need you. Here. With me. Inside me." He groaned longingly. 
"I'm so hard it hurts." 

"You don't need me for that," Mulder said gently, the smile 
still playing around his lips. "You're a big boy. You can take 
care of it."

Vaughn groaned. "Not this time. This is different."

"Okay," Mulder relented all-too-willingly. "You still have 
that vibrator I gave you?"

"Yeah, we still need to have a talk about that," Vaughn 
grumbled.

"Uh-huh," Mulder said dismissively. "Get it, you're gonna need 
it. And get some lube while you're at it."

"Yes, sir," Vaughn muttered under his breath as he retrieved 
the items from his bedside drawer. 

Mulder gave him time to get the things he needed and get 
comfortable again. "Now go ahead and touch yourself."

"'m way ahead of you," Vaughn grunted. "Just keep talking."

"You really are wound tight, aren't you," Mulder chuckled. 
"Okay, just slow down a bit. Pretend I'm the one touching 
you."

Vaughn whined, but reluctantly complied, his fingers dancing 
lightly up and down his swollen length. "You always were a 
sadist," he hissed.

"You've never had any complaints, have you," Mulder teased. 
Then he sighed. "But it's getting late, so I guess we should 
just get to the good part so at least one of us can get some 
sleep."

Vaughn hummed a reluctant agreement. 

"Get some lube on your fingers...you ready?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Okay, now I want you to imagine I'm right there with you. 
I'm brushing my finger against your hole. Not penetrating 
yet, just...stroking...teasing..." He paused as Vaughn 
moaned. "Don't get ahead of me here."

"'m not," Vaughn panted. "Just...really sensitive...right 
now..."

'Just my luck,' Mulder thought. 'The kid's one giant nerve 
ending and I'm thousands of miles away.' "Okay, I'm pushing 
one finger inside," he said.

Vaughn slowly pushed his index finger past the tight guardian 
ring of muscle, imagining it was Mulder's finger; that the 
voice whispering encouragements in his ear was coming from 
right beside him on the bed instead of from the other side of 
the continent. 

"That's good," Mulder cooed. "Now I'm adding another 
finger...twisting my hand...stretching you ever so gently." 
He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his hand unconsciously 
reaching down to stroke the growing bulge in his sweatpants as 
he listened to the tiny wet sounds that were almost entirely 
drowned out by Vaughn's panting breaths. "That's it. Are you 
ready yet?"

"Jesus, I've been ready for the last hour," Vaughn hissed.

"Okay, I want you to cover the vibrator with lube. Not too 
much. Just enough so it slides in easily."

Vaughn whimpered involuntarily as he eagerly followed Mulder's 
directions. 

"Now I want you to slip it inside you just a little bit...just 
the head of it."

Vaughn gasped as he pushed the tip of the vibrator inside 
himself. The cool silicone warmed almost instantly. 

"Now slide it deeper...slowly...slowly...until it can't go 
any further."

Vaughn groaned as his body conformed to the vibrator, 
clutching it inside him as if knowing instinctively that it 
would provide release for the tension that had been building 
in his body all night. 

"That's me. That's my cock filling you."

"No," Vaughn grunted. "It's definitely not your cock. It's not 
big enough."

"Wise ass," Mulder teased. He pushed his sweatpants down, 
freeing said cock, resigning himself to the inevitable. "We'll 
have to get you a new one then."

"No," Vaughn protested. "If I get a bigger one I won't need 
you anymore."

Mulder laughed. "That's all I am to you, huh? A big cock."

"With the stamina of a racehorse, yeah, that sounds about 
right," Vaughn teased.

"I'm going to make you pay for that one of these days."

"Is that a promise?"

Mulder grinned as he thought of at least a dozen ways he 
would, in fact, make Vaughn pay for that statement. He stroked 
himself idly as he listened to Vaughn panting and moaning 
softly. "I guess you don't need me to tell you to start 
thrusting."

"Way ahead of you," Vaughn gasped. 

"You're close, aren't you?"

"Oh, god yes. Just keep talking to me."

"I can just picture you right now," Mulder said in his best 
bedroom voice. "Sweaty and breathless...the sheets tangled 
around you...your eyes glazed over. I just wish I could be 
there right now so I could rip that damn piece of plastic out 
of you and replace it with my cock." He paused as Vaughn 
whimpered. "I'd fuck you right through the mattress. And after 
you come, I'd lick every inch of your body until you scream 
for me to take you again." He groaned as he lost himself in 
the fantasy, the hand on his cock becoming a blur of movement. 
"I'd tie you to the bed and fuck you until you beg for mercy. 
But I won't stop. No. I would make you come until you don't 
think you have the energy to come any more. Until you think 
your body can't take any more pleasure and you think you 
might die from rapture...are you almost there?"

Mulder's only response was Vaughn's rapid pants for breath as 
he hovered on the brink of climax. 

"Turn the vibrator on," he murmured, hoping Vaughn had just 
enough coherence left to follow his order. 

There was a tiny click and a muffled buzzing sound filled the 
air. Vaughn shouted incoherently as the added stimulation 
pushed him over the edge, dropping the phone as he writhed and 
thrashed, his hips bucking frantically off the bed, pushing 
into the hand he had wrapped around his cock. He barely 
managed to keep his hold on the vibrator as the waves of 
pleasure crashed around him, gradually decreasing as he came 
back down from the precipice. He vaguely thought he could hear 
someone else moaning, but it seemed very far away. Then he 
remembered what had happened and reached for the phone again.

"You okay," Mulder asked after a long pause. 

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mulder said as he tossed a wad of wet 
tissues onto the coffee table. 

"Thank you," Vaughn breathed. 

"Don't mention it. Now get some sleep."

Vaughn hung up quietly and, after a half-hearted clean-up job, 
drifted gratefully to sleep.

Thousands of miles away, Mulder smiled as he hung up the phone 
and tried to catch a couple hours of sleep before had to get 
ready for work.