Title: Apollo 3, Chapter 12, Part 3 of 4

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: March 30, 2003, 2003

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, Doggett, and the X-File all belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network.

Series: Greek Gods

Summary: The end of one year, and the beginning of another.

NOTE: Thanks to Ursula for the beta job, wonderful as always.

NOTE2: The Gabriel/Sully scene is for Raven, who wanted Gabriel happy. Hope you like it.

Apollo 3 (God of Brothers)

"He is a Count? You are kidding, right?" Fox said, as he handed Giancarlo a beer.

Fox, Walter, Alex, and their guest were seated in the living room, having just finished dinner. Giancarlo had arrived shortly before six, and had started to tell them about Lucca Sebastiani, Alex’s Italian-raised clone.

They hadn’t had much time to talk at the wedding reception, since they didn’t want to take any time away from Scully and Doggett’s special day. They had discussed the situation quickly and agreed to meet at the trio’s home, to get to know each other better.

"His mother, Fabiana, liked to marry rich, old men," Giancarlo said, smiling, "One of them, had a little known, little used title, but she did not care, as long as she was a Contesa. Since the old Count had no heir, he was more than glad to make Lucca his heir."

"Are his parents still living," Walter asked.

"His father died when Lucca was very small, I don’t think he remembers him. Fabiana, she still lives, but she has little contact with Lucca. Only when she needs something from him, does she call him. She was not too happy with Lucca, when he told her about me. She said, I was corrupting her darling bambino. As if that was possible."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked.

"Lucca has grown up…how do you say…uhm…spoiled…yes, I think that is the right word," Giancarlo said, his voice sounding slightly regretful. "Fabiana, she always managed to live very well, and Lucca has grown up always getting what he wanted, when he wanted it."

"I guess he didn’t like it too much when you left then," Walter said.

Giancarlo chuckled sadly, "No he did not. He was very angry. He could not understand why I would want to leave Italy and open a restaurant here. He is not good with the concept of working."

"So what does he do…for a living I mean," Fox asked. From what Giancarlo was telling them, he wasn’t so sure that Lucca Sebastiani was someone who would take to the idea of having brothers willingly. He knew this would shatter Alex’s idea of having all his brothers come together in a one big happy family.

"Lucca, he gets bored very easily," Giancarlo explained, "He likes to try many different things. He has a band, has raced cars, jumped out of planes, but now…now he likes to be a playboy."

"Playboy?" Alex asked, his right eyebrow cocking in surprise at the term.

"He likes to travel, party, and gamble…he loves to gamble, and he is very good at it," Giancarlo said, "As a matter of fact, you will probably find him in Monte Carlo. He has a suite at the Hotel de Paris. So do you plan to go see him?"

The unexpected change in subject caught them off guard, but Walter was the first to recover, "That is something we have to discuss with Cooper and Gabriel first, but I’m pretty sure that they, like us, do want to at least make the attempt to meet Lucca."

"I will do whatever I can to help, but I do not know if that would be wise," Giancarlo said, "Lucca is not too happy with me."

Alex looked at Fox, and then at Walter, and smiled before saying, "Let me tell you about fighting with your lovers, and coming to terms with the past."

"Only two minutes left," Walter said, as he handed Alex a flute of champagne.

The three men, dressed in impeccable tuxedos, watched as the Director of the F.B.I revealed a large countdown clock behind him, on the stage he was standing on.

Walter, as Deputy Director, was required to attend the New Year’s party that the Bureau hosted annually, and as his life partners Alex and Fox were expected to attend. It was a testament to what high esteem Walter and Fox were held now, that no one batted an eye when Alex Krycek, formerly one of the F.B.I’s most wanted, entered the ballroom.

"It’s been an interesting year," Fox said, taking a sip from his glass.

"That’s an understatement," Alex said, chuckling, "Did you ever think we’d be standing here, surrounded by half the Bureau, without having them trying to kill me, laughing at you, Fox, or thinking that you are crazy for backing the X-Files, Walter."

The countdown began, and the trio joined in. When the cheer for ‘Happy New Year’ filled the room, Walter leaned in and kissed Fox, and then Alex. When Walter was finished, Alex and Fox shared their own kiss.

"I wonder what the next…I mean this year will bring," Fox said.

"Only the Fates know that, I guess," Walter said, "But I do know one thing for sure."

"What’s that?" Alex asked.

"It’s one minute into the New Year, and we haven’t had sex yet," Walter growled into Alex’s ear, then grinned at the moan his statement elicited. "Let’s go home."

"So beautiful," Walter said, as he stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at his two lovers, who for their part, were looking up at him, with hungry eyes.

"Only if you are looking in a mirror," Fox said, huskily, as he reached out his hand, "Come to bed, big boy."

Walter didn’t need further urging and climbed into bed between his two lovers. As usual, they didn’t think about who would be doing what to whom, but let their emotions dictate their actions. Fox wasted no time in plundering Walter’s mouth while Alex concentrated on kissing every inch of the broad chest, as he arranged himself between Walter’s legs.

Walter’s hands were reaching blinding, trying to find Alex’s head; he groaned when he felt the silky hair slip through his fingers and heard a soft giggle that he knew came from this youngest lover.

Fox, pulled out of the kiss and smiled down at Alex, who was smiling up at him, their eyes locking in a moment of total agreement.

Walter, open his eyes at that very moment, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that his lovers had just agreed to drive him insane. "Oh God, what a way to go."

Fox started his attack at the top, placing butterfly kisses on Walter’s smooth scalp. He slowly, very slowly, continued down one side of the older man’s face, and paid special attention to the ear closest to him, and to the very strong jaw.

Alex, for his part, began at the opposite end, by licking each of Walter’s toes, and then gently nipping up one leg. When he reached the top of the thigh, he placed a very quick kiss on top of the weeping erection his lover sported.

"Oh jeez, Alex, don’t…don’t…don’t stop," Walter cried out in aggravation, as Alex started kissing the other leg, totally ignoring the cock in front of him.

"He’s a naughty boy, isn’t he, Big Guy?" Fox said, grinning at the look of unrestrained frustration, "Don’t you wanna spank him?"

"I…I’m…I’m going to punish…punish you both, if…if you keep teasing me…I…I need to come," Walter said, between clenched teeth.

"What’s the magic word," Fox said, teasingly, as he ran his tongue inside Walter’s bellybutton, smiling as his lover’s hips bucked upwards.

"Ple…please," Walter whimpered, "Please, let me come."

"Love it when he begs," Alex said, "May I?"

"Be my guest," Fox said, and rolled back on his haunches, so he could watch, as Alex took Walter’s cock into his mouth. He knew from experience, how talented the Russian was with this particular skill, and by the look of near-ecstasy on Walter’s face, he knew Alex was up to his high standards once again.

"ALEX!" Walter screamed, as he nearly sat up with the force of the orgasm that ripped through him. Moments later, he slumped boneless onto the bed, exhausted. It took him a couple of more minutes to regain his breath. When he came back to full consciousness, he became aware of some action taking place at the bottom of the bed.

Walter, sat up and propped a pillow behind him, ready to watch the show his boys were putting on. They were so breathtakingly beautiful together, Walter once again wondered what Gods he had to thank for having brought them into his life.

Fox and Alex, were both on their knees, facing each other, their hands and mouth exploring each other’s exposed skin. After a few minutes, Fox fell backwards onto the bed, his head between Walter’s knees. He spread his legs, in wanton invitation, and smiled when Alex wasted no time in accepting. Fox, arched his back when he felt the first of Alex’s finger penetrate him, but relaxed by the time the second and then third finger entered him. Draping his long legs around the slim waist of his lover, Fox pulled Alex forward, urging him to get a move on, and fuck him already.

Having had his fill of begging from Walter, Alex took pity on Fox, and slammed into him, with one powerful thrust of his hips. First time was the charm, and he managed to find Fox’s prostate, making the other man scream. Thrust after thrust, Alex brought his lover to the edge of rapture.

Less than four minutes later, but seemingly an eternity, Alex came, and in so doing triggered Fox’s orgasm.

Not much later, having been lovingly cleaned by Walter, the three men snuggled under the heavy comforter.

"If this is a preview of what this year is going to be like," Fox said, sleepily, "It’s going to be a very good year indeed."

The elation of the first day of the New Year, did not unfortunately, last longer than a couple of days.

"I’m sorry, Alex," Walter said, apologetically. "I wish I could, but I can’t."

"I don’t understand," Alex said, his face set in an angry scowl, "You have all that time accrued, and you’ve done it before."

"And that is exactly the problem," Walter said, trying to keep his temper in check. He knew that Alex would be upset by his news, but he had to stand his ground. "Since becoming Deputy Director, I spent more time away from the office, than in it. We just took two weeks vacation and…"

"And what does that have to do with you not coming with us to Monte Carlo," Alex said, coming to his feet, and pacing angrily.

"Alex," Fox said, trying to calm the younger man, before things got too out of hand. "Walter does have a commitment to…"

"I thought he had a commitment to me…to us," Alex said, his voice raising in anger. "You know from what Giancarlo said, that Lucca might not want to meet us, I…I need you to be there…"

"Fox will be there," Walter said, trying desperately not let the hurt in Alex’s eyes deter him from his choice. He hated disappointing the younger man, but he did have a commitment to the Bureau, and he had taken off more time in the past year than he had in his entire career.

"It’s not the same," Alex said, as he turned on his heel and all but ran out of the room, and shouted, "I hate you!

Looking apologetically at Walter, Fox said, "Walter, you know he is just upset and worried. He didn’t mean it."

Sighing deeply, Walter said, "I know that Fox…but it still hurts."

"I’ll go talk to him," Fox said, after hugging Walter, "Why don’t you get dinner started?"

"Am not very hungry, Fox," Walter said, as he headed for the liquor cabinet.

"Walter, I may have to warm one bottom tonight, I don’t want to make it two, all right," Fox said, noticing that Walter was taking out the scotch.

"Only one, I promise, Fox," Walter said.

Nodding slightly, Fox left the living and headed up the stairs.

When he knew Fox was gone, Walter changed the small glass he had pulled out, for a much taller one and filled it almost to the brim, "I did say, I’d only have one."

"Alex? What are you doing?" Fox said, as he walked into their bedroom, to see his lover throwing clothes into a suitcase.

"I’m packing for my trip, what does it look like?" Alex said, not looking at Fox. "I’m going to stay at a hotel, until we leave…that is if you are still coming."

"I’m still coming," Fox said, as he walked up to Alex and put a restraining hand on his arm, "And why the hell are you going to a hotel?"

Alex, did not meet Fox’s eyes, as he mumbled his reply, "I just yelled at Walter and told him I hated him, you really think he wants me here."

Fox sighed and took a seat on the bed, "Alexei, come here," he said as he patted the bed, next to him. When Alex reluctantly joined him, Fox added, "You know Walter loves you more than life."

"Then why wont he go with us?" Alex said, his voice taking on a definite whine.

"Walter, has worked very hard to get where he is," Fox said, gently, "Hell, he didn’t even think he’d ever make Deputy Director. We’ve all had to handle a lot of changes this past year, and Walter is trying to juggle his career, and us. Can’t you give him a break, he feels bad enough as it is. And you are hurting my feelings too."

Alex’s, eyes widened in surprise, as he said, "What? How?"

"You don’t think much of me, if you don’t trust me to help you with any problems with Lucca."

"Fox, I…I…I didn’t mean you couldn’t help," Alex, hastened to explain, "But, Walter…he is just so much more…uhm…commanding."

"So you think, if Lucca does not want anything to do with you and the guys, Walter would just, what…growl him into submission," Fox said, smiling.

Alex, couldn’t help the small grin, "I thought, he could just glare at him, and…and…"

"And what?" Walter’s voice asked, startling them both.

Alex, launched himself at the older man, and wrapped his arm around Walter’s neck, "I’m so sorry."

Hugging him close, Walter smiled into the silky hair, and kissed the top of Alex’s head, "I know you are."

"Areyougonnaspankme?" Alex mumbled incoherently into Walter’s neck.

"No, I’m not," Walter said, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length. "I know it was just the heat of the moment."

"Alex, would you like to tell Walter what you were doing when I came in?" Fox asked, feeling slightly guilty about having to wipe the smile that had appeared on Alex’s face, when Walter had told him he would not be spanked.

"What do you mean, Fox?" Walter asked, and looked down at Alex’s face, which once again was trying to burrow itself in Walter’s neck. "Alex?"

"I…I…I…oh gods, just spank me," Alex said, pushing away from Walter, and jumping on the bed, face first.

"What the hell?" Walter said, taken by surprise the turn of events.

"When I came up here, I found him packing, ready to check into a hotel," Fox said, when he realized Alex would not be confessing.

"Running away from the problem," Walter said, sighing, "I thought we had covered this issues in detail, Alexei."

"Umsoey" was the only thing that could be heard from under the pillow Alex had buried his head under.

Walter, walked over to the bed, and took a seat next to his lover. He tried to pull the pillow off Alex, but encountered some resistance, so he landed a sharp slap to the upturned bottom, which caused the younger man to let go of his protection with a yelp. "Now, will you like to tell me what you said?"

Alex, looked at him from under his lashes, and then found a very interesting spot on the bed, and kept his eyes glued there, as he said, "I said, I was sorry. You are right…we’ve talked about this…but I was just mad, and I yelled at you, and I thought you would hate me, and I couldn’t bear to be in the house, if…if you were angry, and I thought…I thought it would be better if…"

"Alexei, stop babbling, and come here," Walter said, and pulled Alex into his arms.

"I love you," Alex said, "Thank you for not spanking me."

"I said, I wouldn’t spank you for getting angry with me," Walter said, trying not to smile and the pout that had developed on Alex’s face, as he realized his bottom was no longer safe, "The running away, that’s a different story."

"Yes sir," Alex said, and stood to take his jeans down. Settling himself over Walter’s lap, he looked up at Fox, who was watching the proceedings from the foot of the bed, "I’m sorry, Fox, I should have told him right away, and not have you have to say anything."

"That’s all right, babe," Fox said, with a smile.

"Now Alexei, what is this spanking for?" Walter said, as he pulled the boxers down, to expose the plump, and as of yet unmarred, backside.

"For forgetting, that running away from my problems is not ever the solution to fixing them…OWWWW! Shit, Walter…that hurt!…OWWWW….ouch….ouch….ouch…I’m sorreeeeeeee, jeez…you…you didn’t give…ouch… any warning…owww."

"I thought we’d just get this over with," Walter said, bringing the spanking to an end, and pulling Alex up to a sitting position. Giving him a hug, Walter said, "I would never, ever, hate you, not even if you get mad at me. Some conflict and disagreement is healthy in any relationship, but the running away is not. Got me?"

"Got you. I love you," Alex said, and then turning to Fox, added, "Both of you."

Fox smiled, and said, "Maybe Walter can teach me the growl and glare combo before we leave?"

"How about if I start now?" Walter said, giving an award-winning combination, which quickly dissolved into laughter, as he watched Fox’s face scrunch up in what could be best described as a bad case of constipation. The attempt at a growl, resembled a cat trying to cough up a fur ball.

"Keep working on it, Foxlet," Alex said, leaning back onto Walter’s chest, and smiling widely at his other lover, "We have a couple of days."

"Alex, stop staring," Fox said, as he patted the thigh of the man seated next to him.

"I can’t help it," Alex said, turning to look at his lover, "I can’t believe he came."

"I’m glad he did," Fox said, continuing to read his book.

"Yeah…me too, I guess," Alex said, a little unsure. "They haven’t known each other long."

"It’s been over a month, Alex," Fox said, and looked up to see the worried look on the younger man’s face. "Don’t you want Gabriel to be happy?"

Alex, frowned and said, "Of course I do. It’s just that…"

"You haven’t run a full background check on Doctor Sullivan, and you want to know his intentions towards your brother," Fox said, trying not to laugh at the outraged look on Alex’s face. "Admit it Alex, Sully is good for Gabriel."

"Yeah, I guess he is," Alex said, sitting back, "I’ve never seen Gabriel so happy."

Across the aisle from their first-class seats, the couple in questions slept oblivious to their conversation. Behind them, Cooper Donovan, Alex’s other twin, and Giancarlo Calabrese were both watching movies in their individual DVD players.

Fox, was quite sure that the airline was very happy to sell him six first class seats, at the last minute. It would have been seven, but Chris Newman, Cooper’s lover had to stay at their ranch when two of their prize horses had been injured. He had promised Cooper that he would join them at the soonest possible time.

"What do you think he is like?" Alex asked.

"Who, Sully? You’ve met him…oh you mean Lucca," Fox said. "Well, I think Giancarlo described him pretty thoroughly."

"And?"

"And what?"

"Damn it Fox, you are a top profiler, can’t you tell how he is going to react to all this?"

Fox, sat back and regarded his lover for a moment before answering. He had formed a profile on Lucca Sebastiani, and wasn’t too sure Alex would be happy with his thoughts. Now, Alex had asked him directly and he was not about to lie to his lover.

"Alex, from what I can tell, Lucca has grown up in a emotionally-starved environment. His mother, doesn’t seem to have been a model parent, and he has been on his own a lot of his life. He overcompensates for this by doing dangerous things, and living a lifestyle where he can be the center of attention. To be honest I don’t think he will be too happy to be one of four, six when we find the other two. I’m sorry but that’s the way it seems to me."

To his surprise, Alex smiled at his words, "I think living with you has finally rubbed off on me. I thought the same thing. If…if he doesn’t want anything to do with us, it’ll hurt, but…but I don’t want anyone to be forced into being my brother. I’m happy with Gabriel and Coop. They are good men."

"And so are you. Now, why don’t we get some sleep, we’ll be landing in a few hours."

"I wish I could make love to you," Alex said, his voice just above a whisper.

"You want to join the mile-high club, do you?" Fox said, grinning, as they both reclined their seats so they became beds, "Maybe another time, but this should hold you for a while," he added, as he slipped a hand under the blankets covering them, and took a gentle hold of Alex’s crotch.

Alex, tried desperately not to moan, but his eyes grew wide at the sensation of his balls being squeezed. "Fox…Fox please…I don’t want to sleep with drying cum on my pants…please…I beg you."

Fox, withdrew his hand, and ran a finger slowly over the side of Alex’s face, "I love it when you beg. Go to sleep baby. I love you."

"I love you too," Alex said, and yawned, as he snuggled into the blankets. "Good night, Walter," he said quietly, making Fox smile.

"What do you think he is saying?" Cooper asked, as he and the others watched Giancarlo talking to the desk clerk of the hotel.

The group had checked in a couple of hours earlier, and after freshening up had decided to meet in the lobby to begin the search of Lucca. Now they were waiting for Giancarlo to find out if Lucca was indeed in residence at the hotel.

They watched as Giancarlo hugged the other man effusively, and then turned to walk towards them. "Good news, Lucca is here. Marco is not sure where exactly he is at this moment, but he knows where he will be tonight. He will be at Le Stars N’BARS."

"What is that?" Cooper asked.

"It’s a discotheque," the Italian replied, "He’ll be performing…"

"Performing?" Alex asked with surprise, "What kind of performing?"

"I told you he likes to do many things," Giancarlo said, smiling, "He has a band, ‘Helix’, they are very good, popular with the discotheques. He is the lead singer."

"So what do we do until tonight?" Cooper said, looking at the two couples, "I guess I know what you four want to do."

Gabriel, blushed and smiled when Sawyer put his arm around him and hugged him, "As his doctor, I would recommend a few hours of uninterrupted slumber," Sawyer said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Sleep?" Gabriel said, sounding a little disappointed.

"After some aerobic exercise of course," Sawyer said, and grinned wider.

"That sounds like a plan," Fox said, eyeing Alex, who was looking at his brother and new lover with surprise. He had never expected his ex-priest clone, to fall in love so quickly, and to be so openly affectionate, but he was beginning to warm up to the idea, that Sawyer Sullivan was making his brother happy.

"So what am I going to do, while you guys boink like bunnies?" Cooper said, with a slight whine.

"COOP!" Gabriel admonished, blushing deeper, "Why don’t you go take a nap, you are a little cranky."

"Cooper, why don’t you come with me," Giancarlo suggested, "I can show you around town if you’d like. Or if you prefer to go to the beach, the weather is cool, but not cold that you can’t lay out for a while."

Cooper chuckled as he said, "Heck, I just left Wyoming, where the temperature is minus thirty three, this here weather is a heat wave to me. But I think I rather get a tour of the city with you if you don’t mind. I don’t speak a lick of any language other than good old English."

"Don’t worry," Giancarlo reassured him, "Although French is the official language, Italian and English is widely spoken. I’m ready to go if you are."

The men split into pairs and each headed into different directions.

Gabriel settled himself in Sully’s arms, and sighed with pleasure. They had been intimate only once before, and Gabriel had been hoping for a repeat performance. He couldn’t really believe that someone like Sully was interested in him. He didn’t see himself as a particularly great catch, but wasn’t going to argue with his good fortune.

"Can I ask you something?" Sully asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Anything."

"Uhm…does your brother have a problem with me…us?" Sully asked.

"By my brother, I’m guessing you mean Alex," Gabriel said, arching an eyebrow in question, "He has been giving you the evil-eye, hasn’t he. I’m sorry if he has made you uncomfortable…"

"I think it’s kinda cute, actually," Sully said, smiling at the confused look on the other man’s face. "He being all protective of you. But he doesn’t have anything to worry about."

Gabriel, swallowed visibly, and looked at the younger man from under his lashes, "He…he doesn’t?" He hated sounding so desperate, but he had made an instant connection with the blond doctor, and he wanted it to work out more than anything he had ever wanted before.

"No. I don’t know how to explain it, but the moment I saw you…this is going to sound stupid," Sully said, stopping in mid-sentence, and shaking his head.

Gabriel, ran his hand gently over the face of his lover, and smiling, said, "I doubt that. Tell me."

"It’s like…there was this…instant connection," Sully said, and when he saw Gabriel grinning, quickly added, "I told you it was stupid."

"I’m smiling, because I was just thinking the same thing," Gabriel hastened to explain. "Sully, could we… uhm talk later, and try out that exercise you mentioned earlier?"

Sawyer Sullivan’s smile was blinding, "You liked that idea then, uh?" Flipping the covers back, he rolled out of bed, and moved to the center of the room, "Come on then."

Gabriel, sat up and looked at him quizzically, "What are you doing?"

Sully cocked his head to one side, and keeping a straight face, said, "I thought you just said, you wanted to do some aerobic exercise?"

Gabriel opened his mouth, and for a moment looked like he was imitating a fish. After a full five seconds, he managed to say, "I…I…thought…you meant we…we…were…why are you laughing."

"If you could see your face just now," Sully said, "It’s price…uhg…" he wasn’t able to finish his sentence, when a pillow hit him square in the face. Grabbing the fluffy missile, he jumped on the bed, making Gabriel squeal in surprise, as the younger man swiftly laid his body atop his. "I don’t want to scare you off, and taking a chance that I will make a fool of myself by quoting an old song…I think I love you."

Gabriel, sucked in his breath and stared at the man on top of him, "Oh, my."

"That’s all you can say?" Sully said, a little disappointed by the response.

"No…no…you just took my breath away," Gabriel said, as he wrapped his arms around Sully’s neck, "Are you sure? I mean, we’ve only known each other a very short time, and I am older…"

"Only eight years, that’s nothing now a days," Sully said, "If you don’t return the feelings, that’s all right Gabey…"

"Gabey?"

"Rhymes with baby," Sully said, grinning widely, "That’s how I like to think of you…my baby. And if you insist of bringing up the age issue constantly…well, Ill just have to just punish you."

Once again, Gabriel took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, he asked, "What…what would you do?"

Noticing the sudden flush on his lover’s cheeks, Sully phrased his next words carefully, "What would you like me to do? Spank you?" When Gabriel lowered his lashes, and became quiet, Sully decided to push a little, "Is that something you would like out of this relationship."

"I…I don’t…I don’t know what you want me to say."

"I’ve only had two serious relationships in my life, this would be the third. The first one was very vanilla. We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, or remotely exciting. It lasted less than a year. The second one lasted five years."

"Five years," Gabriel said, "That’s a long time. What happened?"

"He died," Sully said, his voice sad, "Paul was a wonderful man. He was older than me, fifteen years older, and taught me so much."

"I’m sorry you lost him," Gabriel said, sincerely, "Sounds liked you loved him a lot."

Before answering, Sully rolled of to the side, so he was now lying besides Gabriel, and pulled the older man into his arms, "I did, very much. He was killed in a drive-by shooting. He was also a doctor, and we were working at a free clinic in New York. He died in my arms."

"I’m so sorry," Gabriel said, not knowing what else to say.

"Thank you," Sully said, placing a kiss on Gabriel’s nose, "You remind me a lot of him, a mixture of strength and softness. Paul and I had a discipline relationship, almost from the beginning."

"He spanked you?"

"Actually I did most of the spanking," Sully said, and grinned at Gabriel’s expression, "Not that I didn’t get it a couple of times, but Paul was the one that ended up butt-up over my knees most of the time. He took too many risks, putting himself in danger when he was trying to help his patients, or when he lost a patient he would fall into a deep depression and blame himself. When he went too far, I would pull him back. He always felt better after I punished him. Gabriel?"

"Yes?"

"Is that something you would like our relationship to be? If you do, you have to tell me, I’d never do anything you don’t want to do, or are afraid of."

Gabriel, was silent for a few moments, as he remembered his conversation with Walter, after their rescue in Hawaii. Taking a deep breath, and letting it out very slowly, Gabriel looked directly into his lover’s eyes and said, without hesitation, "Yes. I would like that to be part of our relationship."

"Good," Sully said, and smiled as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Now that, that’s settled, how about some exercise?"

Gabriel could not help but laugh out loud…a laugh that turned into a squeal of surprise as Sully once again covered his body with his own. The next sound he emitted, was a deep, throaty moan, as Sully captured his mouth in a passion-filled kiss. Gabriel, never felt the sheet between their bodies disappear, but at some point it must have, because the next he knew, his lover had settled himself between his knees and was carefully inserting a lubed finger into his anus. Sully took his time stretching him, and he was thankful for that, it was after all only the second time he was experiencing anal sex, and although he had enjoyed it immensely the first time, he had been sore for a couple of days afterwards.

When Sully finally entered him, there was a slight burning sensation, followed very quickly by a feeling of fullness. The moment Sully hit his prostate, nothing else mattered, and he screamed his lover’s name.

"Stop scowling, Alexei," Fox said, as he pulled his lover closer.

"They are having sex," Alex said, the scowl not leaving his face, as he continued to look at the connecting room, between their room and Gabriel’s.

"What a novel idea," Fox said, sarcastically, "Maybe it’s the right one."

"The right what?" Alex said.

Fox, rolled his eyes and said, "Let’s have sex. It’ll get your mind off your thirty-nine year old brother, having it."

Alex, realizing that Fox, was kidding him over his worry over a grown man enjoying himself with his lover, in the privacy of their room. "I don’t think I’ve ever heard a more romantic invitation."

Fox, laughed and soon both men were emulating their next door neighbors.

"Man, he sure looks different than the picture you showed us," Cooper said, as the six men took a booth at the back of the very crowded discotheque. Giancarlo, had suggested that not be too visible at first, as it would attract attention, if three men, who looked exactly like Lucca were to suddenly appear at the club.

"Lucca likes to try new things, including changing his image," Giancarlo said, not taking his eyes off the man, that was currently belting out a French song, at the top of his lungs, and swinging his hips seductively to the beat. "He will look completely different, when he goes to the tables later."

"The tables?" Gabriel asked, confused.

"The casino," the Italian explained, "Lucca usually spends every night at the Baccarat tables. He has taken the money that he received in his inheritance, which was a substantial amount to begin with, and tripled it by playing the tables."

"So, when do we approach him?" Alex asked, also not taking his eyes off the man on the stage. Once he had met Cooper and Gabriel, and had gotten to know them, he had begun to form ideas on how the other clones would be, and Lucca Sebastiani didn’t come close. The man on the stage sported waist long hair, which at the moment he wore loose; it was soaked with perspiration. Lucca was slightly trimmer than Alex, and the skintight tee shirt, showed off a well-muscled chest, and well-defined biceps.

"I thought that I would approach him in the casino, let him know I’m here," Giancarlo said, "Then I will tell him why I came back, and bring him to the suite…"

"What if he won’t come?" Alex asked.

"He’ll come," Giancarlo said with conviction, "I have something he wants. I’ll just tell him, if he wants it he has to come to the room and get it."

"What is it?" Cooper asked.

"When we were together he gave me a ring that belonged to his father," Giancarlo explained, "When I left, it was the only thing of his, that I took with me. I know he wants that ring back. He’ll come with me for that ring."

"I guess, you know him best," Fox said, putting his hand on Alex’s thigh, to calm him. He could tell, that Alex wanted action, and he wanted it now. Waiting even a few hours was not sitting well with the younger man. "So, do we just wait here?"

"If you rather do something else," Giancarlo said, "He will be performing for another hour, then he will go change and head for the tables at around one in the morning."

The crowd was young and loud, and all the men, with the exception of Cooper decided to return to the hotel. The cowboy, explained that he would stay for one more drink, then go for a walk, and join them at the suit in a couple of hours.

"We’ll see you then," Alex said, "Don’t be late, I want you there when we meet him."

"I’ll be there," Cooper said, giving him a reassuring smile, "I won’t let you down."

When he was alone, Cooper continued to watch his clone, who was now singing a love ballad, which had the audience mesmerized. "Well, Count Sebastiani, let’s see how you like not being the center of attention."

"I’m sorry, I don’t speak Italian, or French, or whatever that language you were using just now was," Cooper said, to the tall, muscular man in front of him, "I only want to see Lucca Sebastiani."

"I speak to you in the English then, okay," tall man said, his arms crossed over his chest, "You, not see Lucca, and he not see you. He leaves for casino in few minutes, and you don’t see him."

"Have you taken a good look at my face," Cooper said, pointing at his face. "I am his brother. He does it know it yet, but I am."

"Paulo, who is it?" a voice, from behind the closed door called out.

Before the bodyguard could respond, Cooper said, "My name is Cooper Donovan, and I am a friend of Giancarlo Calabrese. I need to…" before he could finish the sentence the door swung open, and Lucca stood before him.

"Who are you?" Lucca asked, apparently not surprised to see a man with his face, staring back at him.

"Can we speak privately?" Cooper said, surprised by how different Lucca looked now. Gone was the long hair, and tight tee shirt and leather pants. The man before him, wore a perfectly fitted white jacket tuxedo, and his hair, was short, wavy and very well kept.

"Come in," Lucca said, stepping aside to let him in, "Paulo, non desidero alcune interruzione, capite?" When he closed the door, he said, "I just told him I don’t want any interruptions, but I do not have much time to speak with you. I have a previous engagement."

"Aren’t you at all curious at how a man with your face, suddenly shows up at your door, claiming to know your boyfriend…"

Lucca, picked up a snifter of brandy from the bar, and took a sip, "Giancarlo is only but an acquaintance. He is now in the United States, where I gather you two met. He must have been very taken with you…"

"He is here," Cooper said, and smiled inwardly at the slight reaction from the other man. "At the hotel, with your other brothers, and…"

"There are others? Do they also look like me…us?" Lucca said, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, and when Cooper nodded, added, "What did my mother do? Have a litter?"

"Look, I rather explain this to you in front of the others," Cooper said, surprised by how calmly the other man was taking the news that he had brothers. "Can you come to our suite at the Hotel de Paris."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Listen, I know that this probably a shock, but aren’t you at all interested in finding out about your family?"

Lucca, chuckled humorlessly, and said, "Family has never held much attraction to me. My mother taught me, that I don’t need anyone, herself included, to survive."

The statement was said, in such an emotionless tone, that Cooper was becoming increasingly angry at the attitude his clone was displaying. Maybe it was a good thing, he had decided to meet Lucca first, and spare Alex and Gabriel, the disappointment of meeting such a cold, unfeeling character.

"Suit yourself," Cooper said, shrugging his shoulder, "I thought, you’d like to know, that you have two other brothers besides me. One is named Alex, the other Gabriel. They are terrific men, men who if they were not my brothers, I would be proud to call my friends. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my family."

Lucca, had watched him with a bemused expression, and the tiny glimmer of curiosity, Cooper’s words had started in his mind, was becoming a nagging voice. Shaking his head slightly, he took a deep breath, and said, "I am sorry, I am a disappointment to you, Signore Donovan, but what would you have me do. Drop everything, just because someone I have never seen in my life, who happens to bear a striking resemblance…"

"A striking resemblance," Cooper said, in astonishment, "We are identical. Look, I’ve had just about enough. Come…don’t come, I don’t really give a shit. Just don’t come, and then pull this attitude. I don’t want Alex or Gabriel hurt."

"And what will you tell them, if don’t show up," Lucca asked.

"I’ll come up with something," Cooper said, and headed towards the door. "But for what it’s worth, Giancarlo seems like a very nice guy, one that is very much in love with you. He is at least hoping to see you. Good night."

When the door closed behind Cooper, Lucca sat on the couch, the little amount of liquid still in his glass, swirling wildly. He took a moment to collect himself, and rolled his neck around a couple of times, to release the tension building there. A well-manicured hand picked up the phone next to the couch, and he dialed a number from memory. Waiting a few seconds for the other party to answer, he took a sip from his drink and swallowed as he heard the voice on the other end.

"Bouna sera, Fabiana, avete un minuto?"

"Where the hell is he?" Alex said, as he paced from one side of the suite to the other.

"Calm down Alex," Fox said, as he watched his lover grow progressively more worried about the missing Cooper. Fox, had a pretty good idea where Cooper was. If he had profiled the easy going cowboy correctly, Cooper was not about to let either Alex, or Gabriel, be hurt by Lucca, if their Italian clone, was not willing to meet with them.

"I just called the casino, and Lucca has not yet arrived," Giancarlo said, as he replaced the phone in its cradle. "They expected him an hour ago."

"You think they are together," Gabriel asked, "Maybe Coop, is trying to talk to Lucca about us, trying to prepare him."

"We should be doing that together," Alex said, angrily. The doorbell ringing interrupted him. "I’ll get it. I swear to god, I’m going to wring that cowboy’s neck…" The next words died in his mouth, as he swung the door open, and someone he was not expecting to see stood there.

"Bouna sera, my name is Lucca Sebastiani, and I believe we are related."