Title: Apollo 3, Chapter 12, Part 2 of ?

Author: Kendall

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

Fandom: X-Files

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/M/K.

Archive: All requests are welcomed

Date: February 14, 2003

Category: AU

Spoilers: None specifically

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

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

Series: Greek Gods

Summary: A tease, Christmas, a wedding, and a clue.

NOTE: Thank you to Ursula, who finds all my missing commas (I hate those pesky things).

Apollo 3 (God of Brothers)

"After I explained that we wanted to spend our first Christmas together at home, Mom said she understood."

"Okay, as long as she is okay with it," Alex said, snuggling on Walter’s other side, "I’d hate for her to think we are ungrateful."

"She doesn’t think that," Walter assured him, "Besides, she’s got Gabriel there to pamper."

"So, are we going to do some ornament shopping this weekend?" Fox asked.

"We have a lot to do," Walter said, "I want this to be a very special Christmas, as it is our very first one together."

"I’ve not done Christmas before, so you guys are going to have to teach me," Alex said, while he played footsie with Walter’s foot.

"Well you are going to get a crash course, helping with the Christmas pageant at the school," Fox said, grinning, "What’s your class doing again?"

"They are playing Rudolph, and all the other elk," Alex said.

"Elk? I think you mean reindeer," Fox said, nearly choking on his iced tea.

"I knew it was something horny," Alex said, grinning wickedly, and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Is that a non-too subtle hint?" Walter said, glancing down at Alex, with an amused look.

"Subtlety has never been my strong suit," Alex said, looking through his lashes up at Walter.

"I can take a hint, can’t you, Walter," Fox said, as he stood up. "How about we do it right here, in front of the fire, nice and cozy."

"How about a little strip tease, Fox," Walter said, his pupils dilating slightly with lust.

"Oooh yeah," Alex said, excitedly. "Reveal yourself, just like an early Christmas present."

Fox rolled his eyes and said, "You are worse than a little kid. Okay, so you want a strip tease, huh?"

"Yes, please," both Walter and Alex said simultaneously, and then chuckled.

"Let’s set the mood first, shall we?" Fox said, and dimmed the lights. The light coming from the fireplace now lit the room. Next, he put on a CD of soft music, and finally he moved the coffee table aside, so he stood between his lovers, and the fireplace. He smiled at the look both Walter and Alex, were giving him. They were looking at him like he was the biggest lobster in the tank, and they were starving.

Fox, began to sway to the music, with slow, easy moves. He closed his eyes, and started to run his hands down his chest, until they came to the bottom edge of his sweatshirt. With his eyes still closed, he slipped both hands under the sweatshirt, and began to very slowly move them upward towards his nipples. This made the sweatshirt lift, revealing his taunt stomach. He almost smiled, at the sound of twin gasps, but continued his teasing dance, as he slipped the sweatshirt over his head, and twirled it, before letting it fly. This time he did giggle, as he heard Walter growl, when Alex jumped off the couch and caught the discarded garment.

Turning around, so his back was to the other two men, Fox continued to swing his hips seductively. He wrapped his arms around himself, and starting at his shoulders, began to walk his long fingers down his back. When they reached the top of his sweatpants, he pulled one side down, enough to reveal the top of his left hip. When he pulled the fabric back up, concealing the exposed flesh, he heard a groan of disappointment. With maddening slowness, he began to lower one side, then the other, each time going a bit further down. With one sudden move, he bent at the waist, and pulled the pants all the way down, exposing his bare bottom.

He had little warning, before he felt himself being lifted off the floor, by two strong arms. He let out a little squeal of surprise, as he was gently placed on the floor, and the sweatpants were completely removed from his body.

"Wait…wait…I didn’t finish…" he gasped, as he stared up into the greedy eyes on both his lovers.

"You gave us a very good show," Walter said, as he began to kiss Fox’s chest, running his tongue playfully over the younger man’s sensitive nipples.

"A very naughty show," Alex said, laying his body alongside Fox’s right side. "I…loved…it," he whispered into his lover’s ear, before slipping his tongue into said ear.

Fox craned his neck, as he tried to get away from the ticklish tongue. "Alex…that tick…tickles…stop…"

"Yes, Alexei, stop," Walter said, as he nipped little kisses down Fox’s stomach, past his belly button, and right up to the line of pubic hair, "We, wouldn’t want our little tease here, to laugh himself right out of an orgasm, would we?"

"No, we couldn’t have that, at all," Alex said, his voice husky with desire, "Not after he gave such a wonderful show for us."

"You…you guys are killing me," Fox whimpered, in frustration as he grew hard, "Will you fuck me already."

"Well, since you ask so nicely," Walter said, with a chuckle. "Alex, you mind?"

"Not at all," Alex said, rolling away from Fox, and sitting up, his back against the ottoman. "I think I rather watch tonight."

Looking at his youngest lover, Walter said, "Watching will not be all you’ll be doing right?"

Alex, looked at his hand, and smiled as he said, "I can’t help it, if my hand has a mind of it’s own, now can I?"

"Love the chatter boys, but I am dying here," Fox said, bucking his hips, to remind Walter he was underneath him.

"Okay, okay," Walter said, as he reached for the small tube of lube he knew was in the coffee table drawer. "Should, I tease you like you did us?"

"NO! You…you were the one…you were the one, that asked for the strip…strip tease," Fox said, almost in tears, "Please…please do me now!"

"Your wish is my command," Walter said, as he draped the long runner’s legs over his shoulders. He slipped one slicked finger into the tight anus, and followed it quickly by a second finger. He scissored them, as he stretched the narrow passage. When he felt Fox was ready for him, he lubed his own cock, and leaned forward as he entered Fox with one swift thrust.

Fox, arched his back at the sudden intrusion, and moaned with pleasure as Walter hit that special spot on his first try. "Gods, you are good."

"Not…too…shabby…yourself," Walter said, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

Those were the last coherent words either man spoke, as they focused only on the sensations they were experiencing. After a few, intense moments, Fox reached orgasm, and his semen exploded, covering both his and Walter’s chest.

Walter couldn’t hold on much longer either, and soon his own essence filled Fox’s tight cavity. After a minute, he collapsed over his equally exhausted lover. Glancing over to where Alex had been sitting, he smiled tiredly, as he saw the other man had also achieved his own release, and lay with his head thrown back onto the ottoman, and a very content look on his face. "If this is how we plan to unwrap all our presents," Walter said, softly, "I don’t think, I’m gonna make it to the New Year."

"We wanted to do it as close to the New Year as possible, but not on the thirty-first," Dana Scully explained, "So we are all set for the twenty-ninth?"

"Don’t worry, my dear, everything will be ready as you have requested," the tall man towering over her said, as he held her hand between his two larger ones.

"My fiancée, and three of our friends will be here shortly to go over some final details," Dana said, smiling up at the man, who was at least a foot taller than she was, "I can’t wait, for them to see this place. I’m so glad my mother introduced us."

"So am I, Signorina Dana," the man said, smiling, "Your lovely Mama, she is a meravigliosa persona, a wonderful person."

"Thank you, Giancarlo," Dana said, "Oh, here they are," she said, as three men entered the restaurant.

"Hello Dana," John Doggett, greeted his future wife, with a quick kiss to the cheek.

"Hi guys," Dana said, after returning the kiss, "I’d like you to meet Giancarlo Calebrese. He is the owner of the restaurant, and he will be doing the catering for the wedding."

"Nice to meet you," John said, extending his hand in greeting, "I have to be honest with you, when Dana told me about her idea, I wasn’t too sure about it. We are Irish, and having an Italian cater the food was not what I thought she’d go for, but the food you sent to the house for testing was incredible."

"Hey, where was I, for this food testing," Fox said, with a mock frown.

"That’s why I asked you here tonight," Scully said, with a small laugh, "I wanted you guys to help with the final selections. By the way where is Alex?"

"He asked that we extend his apologies, but a last minute meeting with the other teachers about the pageant on Friday, came up," Walter explained.

"Oh, that is too bad," Dana said, "Well, I guess he will just have to wait until the wedding to taste the incredible food Giancarlo came up with."

"You are too kind, Dana," Giancarlo said, grinning. "Please come this way, I will show you to the your table."

Fox walked beside Walter, as they followed John, Dana and Giancarlo to the table. "Good looking guy, don’t you think Walter?"

"Fox, behave," Walter hissed back, "I thought that after the other night, you’d be happy with what you’ve got," he added teasingly.

"More than happy actually," Fox said, leaning into the other man, "With you, and Alex, I have enough to keep my happy for three lifetimes, but that doesn’t mean, I can’t admire the view."

"Now that you mention it," Walter said, glancing in the direction of the tall Italian, "He is not too hard on the eyes."

"Hey, hey, keep those eyes right behind those wire rims, Mister," Fox said, poking him in the ribs.

"Too bad Alex, is not here," Walter said, as they reached the table, "He loves Italian food."

"Alex, loves food, period," Fox said, taking his seat.

"You’ll get to meet him at the wedding, Giancarlo," Dana said, "He is going to be Godfather to one of our twins, Walter is giving me away, and Fox will be the best man."

"It will be wonderful, I am sure," Giancarlo said, "If you will excuse me, I’ll go put the finishing touches on your meal for this evening."

After the man left, Walter said, "Seems like a very nice man. How did you meet him, Dana?"

"My Mother," Scully said, "She’s found this place when she was out with some of her friends, and told me about it. She is the one that came up with the idea that Giancarlo cater the reception."

"I can’t believe how fast time has flown," Fox said, "One minute the babies are being born, and the next you are getting married."

"Maybe it’s an X-File," John deadpanned, and chuckled when Fox tossed him his napkin.

"Rudolph, the red-nosed Reind….aaack!"

"Stop. Singing. That. Damn. Song." Alex hissed, as he wrapped his one hand around Fox’s neck, and squeezed none-too gently.

"Alex, release him," Walter said.

"But Waaalter," Alex said, with a very definite whine to his voice.

"Fox, do you promise to stop singing Rud…that song?" Walter asked.

Fox, nodded as vigorously as Alex’s grip would allow, and managed a squeaky, "Yep!"

When Alex released Fox, Walter said, "It’s been a long night. Alex, you did a wonderful job with the kids, the pageant was great."

"Yes, Alex, it was really nice," Fox said. He started up the stairs, and when he was more than halfway up, he turned to look at his lovers, who were still taking off their heavy winter coats, and added, "I think the best part was…Rudolph the red-nosed…". The rest of the song was lost, as he dashed up the rest of the steps, laughing like a mad hyena.

Walter looked at Alex’s dumbfounded face, and simply said, "Get him."

"You made a grown man cry, Alex," Walter said, trying to appear stern, while trying not to smile at the memory.

"He was bugging the hell out of me," Alex said, tossing his jacket on the chair.

"That’s not an excuse to threaten to twist his balls off, and feed them to him," Fox said, barely hiding a grin. "Santa is not going to be too happy with you."

"Specially since it was Santa, whom you threatened," Walter said, crossing his arms over his ample chest, and glaring at the now seated Krycek.

"Whose brilliant idea was it to go to the mall, two days before Christmas?" Alex said, pouting. "That alone could drive anyone to violence. I’ve never been grateful for the prosthesis until today. Do you know how many times I was bumped into today?"

"Don’t change the subject, young man," Walter said, "You just don’t loose your temper like that, and shout obscenities in front of children."

Alex, looked abashed, and said, "He groped me, the sick bastard groped my ass."

"Well, you did look awful cute, sitting on his lap," Fox said, grinning widely. He still could not believe that he had been able to talk the ex-assassin into having his picture taken on Santa’s lap.

"Fox, you are not helping," Walter said, frowning. "Alex, we have to deal with this. Your behavior was not acceptable."

"I know, Walter," Alex said, softly, "I know, I deserve it."

"Walter…" Fox said, "It’s Christmas."

"No excuse," Walter said, "We don’t do this when it is convenient, Fox, you know that."

"Walter, is right," Alex said, standing up, and unbuttoning his jeans. "Where do you want me?"

"Over my lap will do," Walter said, taking Alex’s former seat on the couch, "I’ll use my hand, as you weren’t entirely to blame. Come on, it’ll be over fast."

"I’m going to put the bags upstairs," Fox said, not wanting to witness Alex’s punishment.

"Okay, but no peeking," Walter said, warningly, "Or you’ll find yourself in this position too."

"With Alex draped over my knees?" Fox said, intentionally misunderstanding Walter’s warning. "Anytime."

"Fellas, as lovely as this conversation is, my ass is getting frostbite," Alex said, wiggling on Walter’s lap.

"Poor baby, I’ll warm it right up," Walter said, and began the spanking, as Fox left the room. "What is this spanking, for Alexei?"

"For…oww…for loosing my patience, and yelling at a store Santa," Alex said, trying not to groan at the barrage of spanks that were currently descending on his exposed rump. "I’m sorry…ouch, that one hurt, Walter."

"And the others didn’t? I must be loosing my touch," Walter said, and began spanking harder.

"No! No…that’s…owwww…shit…that’s not…that’s not what…ouch…ouch…that’s not what I meant…" Alex cried, as his bottom started to really hurt.

After another minute, Walter brought the punishment to an end. He rubbed Alex’s back soothingly, until the younger man was able to bring his sobs under control. Helping Alex sit up, Walter wrapped his arms around him, and hugged him tightly. "It’s all over, sweetie, all done."

Alex snuggled into the hug, and whispered softly into Walter’s ear.

Walter threw his head back in laughter, and kissed Alex on the forehead. "Yes, he will."

"Who will what?" Fox asked, coming back into the room.

"He wanted to know, if Santa would still bring him presents," Walter said, grinning.

"Oh, wow! This…this is great…I…I don’t know what to say," Alex said, looking at the object in his hand with awe, "Fox, this is great."

Fox, smiled, pleased that his present had been such a success, "I’m glad you like it. You’ve been talking about taking up photography as a hobby, and I’ve seen some of the pictures you’ve taken with the digital, but I thought a professional photographer’s camera would be better."

"It’s incredible," Alex said, leaning over, and planting a kiss on Fox’s cheek.

The three men sat, amidst a flurry of discarded wrapping paper, enjoying the various presents each had received. Walter was admiring the woodworking tools Alex had gifted him with, as well as the many smaller gifts, such as DVDs of his favorite movies, and CD’s of his favorite music.

He had given Alex a 1857 hand-crafted chess set, and had been touched by the look of total reverence on the younger man’s face as he ran his finger up and down the beautifully carved pieces. Fox’s gift had been a much more modern one. The Luminox watch, the younger man now sported, had all the bells and whistles money could buy, including the ability to interface with any computer through infra-red beams, as well as stopwatch capabilities, that would come in handy when Fox began running again.

Alex’s gift to his lovers had also been carefully chosen. Walter had been touched by Alex’s remembering his off-hand comment from a few months before, that he had enjoyed wood working when he was younger, and that had been pretty good at it, even if he said so himself. The tools he had been given were the best around, and Alex had made him promise that once the weather warmed, they would set up a space in the garage for Walter to use as a workroom. For Fox, Alex had bought what seemed to be, every available season of Star Trek, the original series, as well as The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, and all the movies, with the original crew, and the NTG crew. While Walter watched, Fox had kissed Alex within an inch of his life.

Now Walter looked on as Alex examined Fox’s present to him. The camera was beautiful, and he knew Alex would take wonderful pictures with it. Both he and Fox had been pleasantly surprised, at some of the shots Alex had taken with the small digital camera they owned. The younger man had a great eye, and had captured lovely pictures of Scully’s twins, as well of one of Fox napping on the couch, that Walter would treasure for a long time to come.

"Okay, so that’s about it, right?" Walter said, looking around the mess of paper and ribbon.

"No, not yet," Fox said, "You gave Alex and I a big present each. Alex gave us each one, and I have given Alex his, but I haven’t given you my present." Fox stood and went into the hall closet, coming back with what was obviously a guitar case.

"I wonder what it is?" Alex said, with a giggle.

"Oh Fox…how…how did you," Walter said, as he accepted the case, and ran his hand over the soft leather.

"I asked your Mom, what you might like, something you wouldn’t get for yourself," Fox said, with a happy smile, "She told me you used to play, when you were younger. Open it, let me know if I picked right."

Walter flipped the lid open, and almost choked with surprise at the incredibly stunning guitar, nestled in the burgundy fabric. "Fox…this…this is, incredible."

"I don’t know much about guitars, but I was told it is supposed to be a very good one. It’s a Gibson John Lennon J-160E Peace. A replica of the one he played on the first bed-in with Yoko, in ’69."

"It’s beautiful, Fox," Alex said, softly, as he watched Walter’s face, and they sheer joy in displayed there.

"I thought, maybe you would like to play a song at Dana’s wedding," Fox said, "I know that would be a great surprise for her."

"I haven’t played in years, Fox," Walter said, as he settled the instrument on his lap, and strummed the strings tentatively, "I don’t think, I would be ready to play in front of a crowd in four days."

"Well, just think about it," Fox said, "Maybe you can practice serenading Alex and I for the next few days."

"I’ll serenade you both for the rest of our lives," Walter said, putting the guitar aside, and pulling both the younger men into a very tight hug. "I love you both so very much. Merry Christmas, my loves."

Alex’s voice, cracked suspiciously, as he said, "Merry Christmas Walter, Merry Christmas, Fox. I love you."

"Love you, Alex," Fox said, kissing the side of Alex’s face, closest to him, "Love you, Big Guy."

"Stop fidgeting, John, or I’m going to stick you with this pin," Fox said, as he tried, for the fourth time, to pin a rose to John Doggett’s lapel.

"How much longer?" John asked, trying to look at his watch.

"Forty minutes," Alex said, from behind them, as he looked on. "I never thought I see the tough as nails John Doggett, almost pissing his pants."

Fox, tried not to smile at the growl that John directed towards Alex, and said, "Well, he would be pissing his pants, if he were wearing any."

John, glanced down, and saw that indeed he was trouser-less, and said, "Shit! You are supposed to be my best man, Mulder, how could you forget to get my pants."

"I didn’t," Fox said, succeeding at last in pinning the rose to the jacket, "Walter told me not to give them to you until right before the ceremony."

"Why? He was afraid, he’d run off?" Alex said, grinning.

"Like I could, even if I wanted to," John said, with a smirk, "You three, and Dana would track me down in no time flat."

Fox, frowned slight at the comment, and said, "You aren’t having second thoughts, are you Doggett?"

John rolled his eyes, and laughed, "I think, I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I met Dana and she threw a cup of water in my face. Believe me, Fox, I want this more than anything in my life."

Fox and Alex, both smiled, and Alex said, "I wonder how the resilient Doctor Scully is doing?"

"Dana, you look beautiful," Walter said, as he sat on the bed, looking at her.

Maggie Scully had just left, to check on the babies, after making sure her daughter was set. Monica Reyes, and Kim Cooke, as the bridesmaids were putting the finishing touches to Scully’s dress, and excused themselves to check on the final preparations, leaving Dana alone with Walter.

"Thank you, Walter," Scully said, her voices betraying her nervousness, "I can’t believe than in fifteen minutes, you’ll be walking me down the aisle, and that I am going to be getting married. I didn’t think, that I would be this nervous."

"Why not?" Walter said, smiling at her, "A woman’s wedding day is always an emotional time."

"Since John and I have been living together for nearly six months, I didn’t think, this would hit me so hard," she said, twisting the small handkerchief in her hands.

"I think, I have something that will help calm you down," Walter said, "I wanted to give you a present, but I wanted to do it in private. This is from the three of us, but Fox and Alex decided that I should give it to you, while they went to take care of your future husband."

Scully watched as Walter stepped out of the room, and returned a few seconds later with a guitar case in his hand. She was surprised when he opened it, and settled again on the bed, positioning the guitar correctly. "This…this is a Paul Anka song, I like very much, and I thought you might too." Walter began to gently strum on the guitar, and sing the words to ‘Times of Your Life’

Good morning, yesterday
You wake up and time has slipped away
And suddenly it's hard to find
The memories you left behind
Remember, do you remember?

The laughter and the tears
The shadows of misty yesteryears
The good times and the bad you've seen
And all the others in between
Remember, do you remember
The times of your life? (do you remember?)

Reach out for the joy and the sorrow
Put them away in your mind
The mem'ries are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow

Here comes the saddest part (comes the saddest part)
The seasons are passing one by one
So gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life?

Gather moments while you may
Collect the dreams you dream today
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life?

"Walter…that was beautiful," Dana said, her voice filled with tears. "I…I didn’t know you could sing like that."

"I’m a man, full of surprises," he replied, as he put the guitar away, "Shall we?" he added, putting out his hand for her to take.

"Yes, let’s," Scully said, dabbing at her tears, but smiling brilliantly.

"By the power vested in me by God, and the Commonwealth of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife," the Reverend Ash said solemnly, as Dana and John kissed, and their gathered friends applauded.

Minutes later, after accepting congratulations from the thirty or so guests, and family gathered to witness their union, the couple stood once again in front of the priest, so he could perform the baptism of the twins.

Alex and Monica, as Jack’s godparents stood on one side, and Dana’s brother Bill and John’s sister Beth, as Will’s godparents stood on the other, with John and Dana between them.

Walter and Fox, watched with unhidden pride, how well their Alex handled his responsibilities throughout the ceremony, specially when he was able to calm a fussy Jack when not even Dana could.

"Where’s Alex?" Dana asked, as she looked around the restaurant, which had been closed to the public for their reception.

"He’ll be here in about fifteen minutes," Fox said, "He wanted to change his clothes."

Scully laughed, as she said, "I guess smelling of baby pee is not something you want to do, while eating. Poor Alex."

"Well, he was the only one that could calm Jack," Fox said, smiling at the memory of Alex’s face when he realized Jack had just peed all over his pants. "Where did my other lover go? Have you seen Walter?"

"Yes, I think he is in the kitchen with Giancarlo," Scully said.

"Oh, oh, I better go and check up on him," Fox said, smiling. When he entered the kitchen, he found his lover and the handsome restaurateur talking. "Hey guys."

"Alex, here yet?" Walter said, accepting a kiss from Fox.

"No, but he called. He’ll be here soon," Fox said, surprised that Walter was open in his display of affection in front of a stranger. "I have a question for you, Giancarlo."

"What is it, Fox?" Calabrese asked, taking a sip from his wineglass.

"Who is Lucca?" Fox asked, "The name of the restaurant, I mean, where did it come from."

The Italian laughed, and said, "You are right, Walter, he is very curious."

"Were you talking about me behind my back," Fox said, with a mock glare at his lover.

"We were just talking, and the subject of love came up," Walter said, pulling Fox closer, "Giancarlo was telling me about moving here from Italy, after breaking up with his lover."

"Lucca?" Fox asked, gently.

"Yes," Giancarlo said, after a moment, "My Lucca, he is a very special person. Very full of life, very adventurous, and he couldn’t settle down, when I asked."

"Maybe someday, he’ll realize what he needs, and you’ll get together," Fox said, "If Walter, Alex and I could do it, don’t loose hope."

Giancarlo smiled sadly, "I hope you are right Fox. I didn’t realize how much I would miss him, until I came here. It was impulsive of me, but at the time it seemed the right thing to do."

When he heard some of the people in the restaurant greet the arrival of their lover, Walter said, "Alex is here. Let’s go get this party started."

Walter pushed the kitchen door open, and Fox and Giancarlo followed, the latter carrying a tray of champagne flutes.

Walter and Fox had barely reached Alex’s side, and were standing on either side of their lover, when a loud noise from behind them, made them turn around.

Giancarlo, stood as if frozen, staring at them, shards of glass, and a puddle of champagne at his feet.

"Giancarlo?" Walter asked, with concern, as he realized that the Italian was staring at Alex as if he had seen a ghost.

"Lucca?"