From: diandrahollman@yahoo.com   
      
   -see warnings on part 1-   
      
      
   The next morning, I woke to find myself alone in   
   Vaughn's bed. I was about to call for him when I saw a   
   note addressed to me in his familiar scrawl sitting on   
   the dresser. In it, he told me that he had been called   
   in to work. He apologized profusely and told me I   
   could stay if I wanted. He also asked if I could feed   
   Donovan. Did I mention he has a dog? Mostly quiet   
   little thing, but that morning he was snoring loud   
   enough to scare the cockroaches into hiding. He had   
   gotten used to seeing me around a long time ago and   
   mostly ignored me, but that changed quickly when he   
   realized that his master was gone for the day and I   
   would be his source of food and treats in the   
   meantime.   
      
   I spent most of the day watching television with   
   Donovan curled up against my legs. I fed him and took   
   him for walks when needed and helped myself to   
   whatever was in the fridge. It turned out that there   
   wasn't much in there, so I did a little grocery   
   shopping too.   
      
   When I came back to the apartment, I found Vaughn   
   sprawled across the couch - still wearing his work   
   clothes, minus the jacket and shoes - one arm thrown   
   over the side lazily so he could scratch behind   
   Donovan's ears. The dog wagged his tail happily when   
   he saw me, but made no further effort to greet me.   
      
   "You're still here," Vaughn observed.   
      
   "You sound surprised," I teased as I headed into the   
   kitchen to put the groceries away.   
      
   "A little," he admitted as he followed and stood in   
   the doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe.   
   "You bought food?"   
      
   "Your supply was depressingly limited," I joked as I   
   pulled open the refrigerator door.   
      
   "You didn't have to do that," he protested softly.   
      
   I smiled. "It's all right. I was bored anyway." I   
   walked over and pulled him into my arms. "So...what   
   was the big international crisis? Or is that   
   classified?"   
      
   He groaned and tilted his head so I could kiss the   
   side of his neck freely. "No...no crisis, but yes,   
   it's classified."   
      
   I smirked. "Then I guess I'll just have to *pump* you   
   for information," I teased, pulling his hips tightly   
   to mine for emphasis.   
      
   He groaned loudly and I could tell he was forcing   
   himself not to roll his eyes. "What makes you so sure   
   I'd break?"   
      
   I didn't answer right away. I just slammed his back   
   against the nearest wall, pressing my body against his   
   to keep him pinned there. "What makes you think I'd   
   want you to?" He winced and squirmed in my grip.   
   "What," I asked, confused.   
      
   "My back," he hissed.   
      
   I relaxed my grip on him. "Are you okay?"   
      
   "Yeah," he grunted. "I just need to lay down."   
      
   "Go ahead, I'll be right there," I said with a parting   
   kiss. I resisted the urge to pinch his butt as he   
   turned and headed for the bedroom. I watched him   
   disappear from sight before I went back to putting the   
   last of the groceries away.   
      
   *********   
      
   When I got to the bedroom, I found him still dressed -   
   albeit now minus his tie and belt - on the bed with   
   Donovan perched on his chest. Vaughn was scratching   
   behind his ears and the little bulldog was happily   
   licking his chin in return. I rolled my eyes, trying   
   not to smile, and walked over to the bed, scooping   
   Donovan off Vaughn's chest and setting him on the   
   floor with a pat on the head. He wagged his stubby   
   little tail and trotted off.   
      
   "On your stomach," I ordered gently as I knelt on the   
   bed.   
      
   "Should I take the rest of my clothes off first?"   
      
   "No need," I said with a mysterious wink. He shot me a   
   confused look, but rolled over obediently. I straddled   
   his hips and set to work at massaging the tension out   
   of his back. He moaned and instantly relaxed under my   
   hands.   
      
   By the time I had worked my way from his shoulders   
   down to his lower back, his moans had turned deeper,   
   huskier. What had started out as fairly innocent had   
   turned quickly into foreplay. Not that I hadn't   
   expected it to, of course. It was time to up the ante   
   a little.   
      
   I managed to strip him down to his boxers and get him   
   face-down again. I continued the massage, this time   
   starting at his calves and slowly working my way up.   
   By the time I had slipped my hands just barely under   
   the edge of the material, his hips were twitching   
   rhythmically.   
      
   "God...Mulder," he panted.   
      
   It was at that moment that Donovan barked once,   
   insistently, from the living room. We both groaned in   
   frustration.   
      
   "When was the last time you walked him," Vaughn asked,   
   his voice strained with arousal.   
      
   "Apparently too long ago," I grumbled. I stood up   
   reluctantly. "I'll get him. You stay here."   
      
   "Yeah, don't worry," he groused. "I'm not going to be   
   walking anywhere anytime soon." He proved his point by   
   rolling over to reveal the very prominent bulge in his   
   boxers.   
      
   I smirked and traced one finger over it lightly. He   
   groaned, his hips pressing toward me involuntarily in   
   search of more contact.   
      
   "Think you can hold off for a little longer?"   
      
   "I'm not making any promises," he grunted.   
      
   "I could always cuff you to the bed..." I grinned as   
   he flushed at the suggestion.   
      
   Donovan barked again impatiently.   
      
   "Yeah, yeah," I muttered, giving Vaughn's covered   
   length one last parting squeeze before I left the   
   room.   
      
   When I returned, I could hear his groans drifting down   
   the hallway from the bedroom. I crept quietly up to   
   the door.   
      
   He still lay on his back in the middle of the bed, but   
   the boxers were missing. I watched as he brushed his   
   fingers up and down his cock in the barest of touches.   
   He was teasing himself - reluctant to let himself get   
   too carried away without me. He froze as he sensed my   
   presence and slowly removed his hand, his face flaming   
   red with embarrassment, like a child who'd been caught   
   with his hand in the cookie jar.   
      
   "No," I protested softly, moving to sit on the end of   
   the bed. "Don't stop."   
      
   His eyes darkened and his breathing grew heavier as he   
   realized what I wanted him to do. He brought his hand   
   back to his throbbing length and gave it a tentative   
   stroke. His eyes stayed locked on my face, as if   
   searching for my approval. I nodded encouragingly.   
   /Don't hold back now,/ I urged silently. He wrapped   
   his hand firmly around the base of his cock and gave   
   it one slow, deliberate stroke.   
      
   After a couple strokes, he grew braver. He raised his   
   knees so his feet were flat on the bed and spread his   
   thighs open - exposing himself completely to my view.   
   He continued to stroke his cock with his left hand and   
   used his right to squeeze and massage his sac.   
      
   I bit back a groan as his eyes slipped shut and his   
   head fell back with a low hum. My fingers itched to   
   touch my own throbbing cock - or at least loosen my   
   pants to give myself some measure of relief. I   
   resisted only because I knew doing so would distract   
   him from the task at hand...so to speak.   
      
   "Oh, god," he gasped several minutes - or maybe it was   
   only moments - later. "I'm almost..." He trailed off   
   with an impassioned moan.   
      
   "Go ahead," I murmured.   
      
   He shook his head and stopped squeezing his sac to   
   reach his fingers further back and circle his anus. I   
   was unable to corral the moan that exploded from my   
      
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