Title: Poseidon, Chapter 11, Part 1 of ?

Author: Kendall

Website: www.geocities.com/kendallxf/index.html

Fandom: X-Files

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/M/K.

Archive: All requests are welcomed

Date: October 16, 2002

Category: AU

Spoilers: None specifically

Warnings: Contains scenes of m/m sex, and discipline. If this offends you please *LEAVE NOW*

Disclaimer: Skinner, Mulder, Krycek, Scully and Doggett and the X-File all belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network.

Series: Greek Gods

Summary: The boys plan a vacation.

NOTE: Thanks to Ursula for her wonderful job at betaing

Poseidon (God of Water)

"Hello, there my sweaty sweetie," Fox Mulder said, kissing Alex Krycek on the tip of his nose. "How was your run?"

Grinning, Alex said, "It was great. It's pretty cool out, but chasing Murphy around the park sure worked up a sweat."

"Why don't you go take a shower; I'll make you a sandwich."

"Thanks, Fox, but I don’t want to interrupt your work."

"That's okay, I'm at a point where I should take a break," Fox said, pulling the younger man into a hug.

"If you are sure," Alex said, and settled into the hug. "I'd like a…"

"Alex Krycek, how long have we known each other?" Fox said, looking affronted, "If I don’t know by now that you like peanut butter with marshmallow fluff, and bananas, what kind of lover would I be?"

"You take such good care of me. I'm a lucky guy," Alex said, his eyes shinning with love.

"We are all lucky, Alex," Fox said, hugging him again, "And now I suggest you go take a shower, you are starting to smell a little ripe."

"Geez Fox, you always know the romantic thing to say," Alex said, chuckling. As he started to leave the office he added, "Oh by the way, Murphy is in love."

"He is?" Fox asked surprised. The Rottweiler puppy had not yet been neutered, all three of his owners flinching at the idea whenever Dana Scully brought up the subject. She tended to mention the idea every time the very large pup decided her leg was an inviting place to hump. "Which one? Mrs. Montgomery's Chihuahua?"

Alex shuddered at the mental picture and said, "God no. Murph's tongue is twice as big as that little rat's whole body. He took a fancy to the Clark's Great Dane, Pepperoni."

"Who in their right mind names a Great Dane, Pepperoni?" Fox said shaking his head in amusement.

"Well if they do get together, we could call the puppies, Murpheronies," Alex said laughing as he left the room to take his shower.

"Murphy, my boy, your master is crazy," Mulder said to the dog, which was sitting staring at him, his big red tongue hanging out, and a big smile on his face.

"Wooof!"

"Glad you agree."

"Your sandwich is ready, Alex," Fox said, as the other man came into the kitchen, "What do you want to drink?"

Before the young Russian could answer, the doorbell ringing interrupted him. "I'll get it."

It was a couple of minutes before Fox realized that Alex had not returned, so he went in search of his missing lover. "Alex? Alex where are…oh there you are," he said as he walked into the family room.

Alex was sitting on the large couch, staring intently at something on the coffee table. Fox could see it was a legal-size envelope.

"Babe? Alex, what's the matter?" Fox asked, worriedly as he took a seat next to the other man. "What's in the envelope?"

"Don't know," was the short, strained reply.

"Well, it would help if you opened it," Fox said reaching for the envelope, just to be stopped when Alex grabbed his wrist.

"Don't…not yet," Alex whispered, his eyes never leaving the envelope.

"Alex what's wrong?" Fox asked, as he put his arm around Krycek's shoulders.

"It…it's from the Justice Department."

"I can see that. And it is addressed to you. Why won't you open it?"

"It's bad news."

"Now you are a clairvoyant, Alex? How the hell do you know that?"

"What else could it be? We haven't heard from the Justice Department since I finished testifying back in May. I…I thought it was over Fox. What now?"

"You won't know until you open it. Would you like me to do it?"

Shaking his head, Alex said, "No…can…can we wait until Walter gets here. I…I rather have you both here."

"Sure thing, baby," Fox said, hugging him close. "He should be here by six. He said he wanted to watch the game tonight, and that he didn't have any meetings."

"Okay."

"How about you come back to the kitchen with me, and have your sandwich."

"Fox? What if it is bad news?"

"We'll deal with it together, Alex." Fox stood up and put out his hand to help Alex stand. "Nothing can be that bad anymore. Not after all we've gone through."

"Thanks, Fox. Everything is going so well…I don’t know what I'll do if…"

"Stop that right now Alex," Fox said sternly. He wished Walter were there. The older man was much better at comforting Alex when he was in an apprehensive mood. "When Walter gets here you'll see how silly you are being."

As the men re-entered the kitchen, Alex suddenly burst out laughing. Murphy was sitting in the middle of the kitchen trying very hard to look nonchalant, while a long string of marshmallow fluff hung from his mouth.

"Murphy you have a worst sweet tooth than your master," Fox said chuckling as he grabbed the dog's big head, and scratched him behind the ears. "Thanks buddy. You made him laugh," he whispered in the dog's ear, and spluttered when Murphy licked his face.

"Well lets see what we have here," Walter Skinner said, as he settled into his recliner.

As soon as he had come home, Fox had explained about the letter, and about Alex's fears. Walter could tell that the young Russian was indeed worried, by the slight tremors he felt when he hugged him. He had quickly changed into sweats, and rushed to join Fox and Alex in the family room.

Walter opened the envelope, and began to read the handful of pages. He took his time, although he knew how worried Alex, and of course Fox, were. After what must have seemed like an eternity to the two younger men, Walter put down the pages, and looked at his lovers. A smile slowly spread on his lips, and he said, "It's good news Alex."

"Good…good news?"

"The Justice Department, in their infinite wisdom, has finally figured out that you are innocent of all the criminal charges brought against you." Alex had received a presidential pardon, but that was in regards to the charges of treason against him. Criminal charges were still pending in relation to the various murders that had been attributed to the Russian.

"What…what does that mean…exactly?" Alex asked, his mouth dry.

"It means that all your records are now clear, and that all your assets are now officially unfrozen. You had access to some of your money, but now you have access to all of it."

"It's over?" Alex asked, still unsure.

"Yeah, Alex, it's over," Walter said smiling.

"We should celebrate," Fox said excitedly, "Something big…really big."

"I don’t want any fuss, Fox," Alex said, now smiling in relief. "I'm just glad it's over. I don’t have to look over my shoulder any more, and I finally can get my hands on the money."

"We need to talk about that, Alex," Walter said. "How much is there, and what do you plan to do with it?"

"Walter, I don’t really think that is any of our business," Fox said, worried that Skinner's words would dampen the happiness of the moment.

"No, Fox, Walter is right in asking," Alex said, "I can understand that you see the money as tainted. There is about two million dollars all together, in the various accounts I have. I only used what I needed to survive. I hate that money as much as you do, Walter, but I can't continue to live off you guys. It's not fair. You have millions, Fox. Walter, you are pretty well off from your investments, but what do I contribute?"

"We've had this discussion before, Alex," Walter said, "There are many families that have partners that do not contribute financially to the relationship. You give us something much more important that money. You give us your trust, your love and your support. That, at least for me, is enough."

"For me too, Alex," Fox said in agreement. "You can do whatever you want with the money. You can keep it right where it is, you can invest it or donate it, but you don't need to use it for anything else."

"I have some money from before the Consortium, from when I worked in the FBI," Alex said tentatively. "Walter, can I give that money to you, so that you can invest it. I will use that money for myself, and for the things I want to get for us. The other money I will donate. Can you help me decide what to do with it?"

Grinning widely Walter said, "Of course we will Alex, and I would be happy to help you invest your money."

"I got it!" Fox exclaimed, suddenly.

"You have an idea how to invest Alex's money?" Walter asked, confused by Fox's outburst.

"No, I have an idea how we can celebrate."

"Pray tell," Alex asked, grinning at the excited look on Mulder's face. He loved seeing his lover when he got an idea. Mulder was like a dog with a bone.

"We never really did have that vacation we planned," Fox said, "I mean there was a good reason for not having gone, we found Gabriel. But we never really did get to lay out on a sun drenched beach, wearing itty bitty Speedos…"

"I don’t plan to ever get caught wearing a itty bitty anything," Walter said, raising an eyebrow.

"But you haven't said no to the idea of a vacation have you?" Fox asked.

Walter looked at Alex, who was looking at him expectantly, and he could almost read the younger man's mind. Alex was hoping he would say they could go on vacation.

"I'll talk to the Director tomorrow," Walter said after a moment, mentally cringing at the stack of papers on his desk. "I have a lot of vacation coming. I guess we could take a few days…"

"At least a week, maybe ten days…please," Fox said, his lower lip out, enticingly.

Walter rolled his eyes at the obvious ploy but chuckled nonetheless, "I'll see what I can do. But I'm not making any promises."

"Thank you Walter," Alex said, throwing himself at Skinner and hugging him tightly.

"Yes, thank you Walter," Fox said, as he kissed the top of Walter's head.

"Why don’t you two scamps go put your heads together and come up with an idea where you want to go," Walter said, "I want to watch my game in relative peace."

"Come on Alex, lets go check the Internet for the perfect place to go," Fox said, as he pulled Krycek off Skinner's lap.

Walter could not help but smile as he watched his lovers race up the stairs like two little kids.

"We don’t know where we are going yet?" Alex said to his twin brothers Cooper Donovan and Gabriel Wolff as they trio chatted on line. With the hi-tech cameras the Gunmen had set up, Alex was able to see his brothers and they were able to see him and each other as well. The computer upgrades, including the cameras were a present from Fox, and the brothers used them often. They talked almost daily, and it always brought a smile to Fox and Walter's lips whenever they heard the happiness in Alex's voice whenever he talked to his brothers.

"Hope it somewhere warm," Cooper said, "It's freezing here now. We are going to be snowed under soon by the looks of it."

"It's definitely chilly here as well," Gabriel said, "I'll have to get used to it again. Even in the mountains it did not get as cold as here."

"So do you have any ideas where you might go?" Cooper asked.

"No, not yet. I think I rather let Fox and Walter decide, and then just be surprised."

"Hey Brady boys," Fox said as he walked into the office.

"Brady boys?" Alex asked, his right eyebrow raised in question.

"Look at the screen," Fox said, pointing to the monitor. On the right hand side of the screen were three little video boxes, each showing on of the triplets. "All we need now is the three girls, Mom, Dad and Alice."

"So Foxman, where are you taking my baby brother to celebrate?" Cooper asked.

"Watch that 'baby brother' crap Donovan," Alex growled.

"Language Alexei, language," Gabriel said, trying to sound serious, but barely able to contain a grin at Alex's outraged face.

"Sorry," Alex said automatically, but a second later added, "Hey, why am I apologizing. You swear worse than a sailor."

"Yes, but I'm allowed," Gabriel said, "I'm the big brother."

Alex chose to ignore his annoying brothers, and said, "So Fox what's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you look like the cat that swallowed the canary, so either you did or you have something you are dying to tell me. So since there are no feathers sticking out of your mouth, spill it…"

"Guys, I bet you never realized what a suspicious mind your brother has," Fox said to the men on the screen.

"Foooxxxxxx…" Alex said with a warning.

"Okay, okay. Walter just called. He got the time off. Two weeks…"

"Two weeks!" Alex said excitedly, "Man, that's more than I hoped."

"Great news," Gabriel said, obviously happy for his brother.

"Now you guys just have to decide where you are going," Cooper said.

"Nope. Walter said he had an idea. I agreed with it and we decided."

"You decided?" Alex asked, "Without me?"

"A minute ago you said that you would rather let Fox and Walter decide," Gabriel reminded him.

"Yeah, but that was before they did," Alex said, "So where are we going?"

"Can't tell you," Fox said, with a grin.

"What the hell?" Alex said, annoyed. "Why not?"

"Because Walter said that if I told you before he got home he would make sure I would not sit down…"

"Fox!" Alex said, surprised that Fox would so easily talk about their discipline relationship.

"Alex, it's not like we don’t know," Cooper said rolling his eyes and smiling.

"Cooper, stop picking on him," Gabriel said. "How long are you going to keep Alex in suspense, Fox?"

"For about another three hours... until Walter gets home with the tickets."

"Tickets? We are going somewhere where we need tickets?" Alex asked, his eyes shinning with anticipation.

"That's all you are going to get out of me," Fox said, putting up his hands, "I better leave before I say something else. I'll talk to you later, guys."

"Bye, Fox," the twins said in unison.

"You are a lucky guy, Alex," Cooper said.

"I know," Alex said, a smile on his lips.

"Alex, Alex…sweet…sweetheart…what the hell… Alex what the hell…Alexei, stop," Walter Skinner said, as he tried to keep Alex's hands from ripping his clothes off, as the Russian searched through his clothing.

"What are you looking for?"

"The tickets, where are the tickets," Alex said, continuing his search.

"Fox?" Walter asked his other lover.

"I didn’t say anything more than you were bringing tickets," Fox said with an apologetic smile, "How was I supposed to know it would turn him into Octopus Boy."

Grabbing Alex's wrist with one hand, and his chin with the other, Walter made the younger man look at him, "Alexei Nikolai Krycek calm down or I'll calm you down, if you know what I mean."

"You are being mean, Walter," Alex said pouting, "You know how much I hate secrets."

Walter had to smile at that, "You kept your share of secrets in the past, Alex."

"Yeah, but now we are talking about me," Alex said, still pouting, "Come on, Walter…pleeeease tell me where we are going."

"I don’t know if I should," Walter said, thoughtfully, "Maybe I should keep it a secret until we get to the airport. What do you think, Fox?"

"I don’t think he can last till Saturday…"

"Saturday? We are leaving this Saturday? But…but that is just in three days."

"Well, how much time do you need to pack?" Walter asked as he wrapped his arm around Alex's shoulder and led him to upstairs.

"I could tell you better if I knew where I was going," Alex said, giving him a sidelong glance. "Please tell me."

"I do love it when you beg," Walter said smirking, as they entered the bedroom.

"You want me to beg?" Alex said, his eyes widening, "I have a better idea…how about if I make you beg?"

"And how would you do that, Little Rat?" Walter asked with a chuckle, a chuckle that he almost choked on when Alex deftly spun him around and pushed him onto the bed. "Alex, what are you doing?"

"You want to hear begging, I'll give you begging," Alex said, as he began to undress the prone man.

"A little help here, Fox," Walter said, not really wanting any help at all.

"Oh no, I'm not getting anywhere near him when he is in that mood," Fox said, a huge grin splitting his face. "Alex, if you can slow down at bit, would you mind if I went downstairs and made some popcorn? I'd really like some for the show."

"Knock yourself out, Foxlet," Alex said, without looking at him. "I'm going to take this nice and slow."

"Fox. Fox? FOX! You can't leave me here with him," Walter screeched as Alex's lips latched onto his now exposed nipple. "Al…Alex…baby…sweetheart… lov…love of my life…please…please…"

"Begging already my love?" Alex said, "I thought you would last longer."

"I…I can last," Walter said, his voice several octaves higher than usual. He wasn’t quite sure when or how it happened but his dress pants were now pooled around his ankles and his boxers were half way down his thighs.

"Okay, I'm back," Fox said, stating the obvious, "Go on with the show."

"You…you just going to sit there while he toooo…ortures me," Walter said, his words disintegrating into moans and groans as Alex's continued his deliberate attack.

"No, not at all," Fox said, unzipping his fly, "I'm not going to just sit here. I'm going to cheer him on."

"You are a dead man, Mulder," Walter growled.

"Been there, done that," Fox said, with a cocky grin.

"So Walter you ready to tell me where we are going?" Alex asked sweetly. "I know you want to tell me. Especially when I kiss you right here," he added as he placed a kiss right behind Walter's left ear.

"I'll never tell," Walter nearly shouted, as the Russian's wicked tongue made its way down Walter's jaw line towards his mouth.

"Never? That's a very long time, Walterkins," Alex said, his voice dripping with honey. "I can last a very long time."

"As long as you are done by Saturday at ten," Fox said, popping a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"Got it," Alex said, not deviating from his task, "Uhmmm…Foxling, will you be a dear and hand me the lube."

"Anything for you my sweet," Mulder said, and tossed him the tube.

"Now, Walter darling," Alex said as he slipped one lubed finger into Walter, "You will be a good boy and tell me where the hell we are going on vacation or…"

"Oooooh, I love it when he gets all macho," Fox said, wiggling in his seat.

Alex grinned as he slipped a second finger into Walter and began stretching him, "I'll file that away for later. Now where was I?"

"You were driving Walter insane," Fox supplied helpfully.

"Fox William Mulder…your…your ass is mine," Walter threatened as his hips bucked under Alex.

"Later," Alex said, as he positioned himself, "Right now, yours is mine. Come one baby…tell me where…I know you want to."

"No…no…no…oooh…ooh God," Walter said, his head swaying from side to side, as every nerve in his body seemed to come alive with electricity.

"Okay, have it your way," Alex said and plunged into Walter's hole in one swift move.

"ALEX!" Walter bellowed

Alex did not say anything further, as he rhythmically plunged in and out of Skinner's body. He did spare a glance towards the chair Mulder was sitting on, and had to smile. The popcorn bag lay discarded to one side, and Mulder had his hand tightly wrapped around his own cock, pulling on it at the same tempo of Alex's thrusts. Fox's head was thrown back, his eyes semi-closed, as he neared completion.

"Beautiful," Alex whispered, then glanced down to look at Skinner and added, "So beautiful."

"I can't…can't hold on any more…please Alex…please…" Walter begged softly.

"Go for it, babe," Alex said with one last thrust before he climaxed. He fell forward onto Walter's wide chest and felt Skinner's essence shoot out, and fill the gap between their two bodies.

A split second later, Mulder shouted as his own orgasm ripped through him.

For the next few minutes the only sound filling the room was the exhausted, heavy breathing of the three sated men.

"Hawaii," Walter murmured lazily.

"What?" Alex asked pushing him up and away from Skinner's chest. "Hawaii? We…we are going to Hawaii?"

"Yeah," Walter said, smiling at the look of utter bewilderment and elation on the younger man's face.

"I love you guys," Alex said, happily.

"Can't wait to see you in a grass-skirt, Little Rat," Fox said as he joined them on the bed. "Happy?"

"Hawaii," was all Alex could say in response.