Title: Aphrodite, Chapter 14, 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 10, 2004

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: Scenes of Valentine's Day in the morning.

NOTE1: This section has not been beta'd yet. It will be re-posted once it is.

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Aphrodite (Goddess of Love)

"Stop it," Alex said, with a low, full of warning growl.

"What am I doing?" Fox said, widening his eyes, going for a look of total innocence.

"You know very well what you are doing, and I am asking nicely, that you stop it," Alex said, booting up the computer.

A few minutes passed as he waited for the connections to be established, when the noise that had annoyed him a moment ago began again.

"WAAAAAAALLLLTTTTTTEEEEEEER," Alex yelled, and smirked when he saw Fox pale slightly.

Running footsteps were heard, and a moment later Walter came into the office. "What! What happened? Why did you shout like that? You scared the shit of me."

"Sorry," Alex said, "But he is doing it again, and I have to connect."

"Fox, what did we agree on?" Walter asked, looking at his other lover, who had suddenly taken an interest in the newspaper in front of him.

"Uhm…what? Oh, hi Walter. Didn’t hear you come in," Fox said, trying to maintain a unconcerned expression.

Walter, tried not to smile as he said, "Why don’t you come downstairs, and help me clean up the workshop."

"I am…kind of busy," Fox said, waiving his hand at the newspaper, "Maybe later."

"Waaaalter," Alex said, with a definite whine to his voice, "I don’t have much time. We agreed on ten o'clock."

"I know sweetheart, don’t worry," Walter said, and turned back to Fox, "Fox William, lets go."

"But…" Fox began to argue.

"But nothing," Walter said, "You were warned, and you disregarded the warning. You know Alex hates it when you sing the Brady Bunch song when he gets on-line with his brothers."

"I can't help it," Fox said, pouting, "It's all those little boxes on the side, when all the cameras are connected."

"I know," Walter said, with understanding, "But we talked about this last night, and you promised you'd behave, so come on lets go."

Standing up and stomping his way towards Walter, Fox said, "Okay, but I am going under pro…hey!" he suddenly exclaimed as he found himself hanging upside down over one of Walter's broad shoulders.

Patting his lover's rump gently, Walter said, "You may be going under protest, but you are going. See you later, Alex. Say hi to the guys."

"Thanks, Walter," Alex said smiling, as Walter left, with Fox still on his shoulder. He shook his head in amusement, as Fox began singing the Brady Bunch song at the top of his lungs.

He waited patiently for a few seconds as the connections began to be accepted.

"Hi, Alex," Gabriel's smiling face came into view first. "How are you?"

"Fine," Alex said, smiling back at his brother, "How is the leg?"

"What happened to your leg, Gabriel?" Lucca asked, as he came on line.

"Hi, Lucca, I fell on the ice a couple of days ago," Gabriel explained, "What is that bandage on your hand?"

"Cut it on some glass," Lucca said, without going into much detail, "And how are you, Alex? Are you and yours healthy?"

"Yes, thanks for asking," Alex said, "I had a slight mishap myself, but I am fine now."

"Oh, what injury befell you?" Lucca asked, and when Alex didn’t answer right away, added, "You know, this video camera is amazingly clear. I can see you blush all the way to the root of your hair. It must mean your injury is in a rather embarrassing locale."

Alex was saved from replying, when the last connection was established, and Cooper joined them.

"What the hell is that on your face?" Alex asked, as his brother's face came into view.

"Oh, I fell off my horse, and…" Cooper began to explain, when he was interrupted by Lucca.

"I believe he means, what is that thing over your lip?"

"Oh, this," Cooper said, smiling and running a finger over his upper lip, "I grow one each winter. Keeps my lip warm."

"So why don’t you grow a full beard, and keep your whole face warm?" Gabriel asked.

"Chris doesn’t like too much facial hair," Cooper said shrugging, "We compromised on the mustache. He said I could keep it year-round, and I am thinking I will."

"Well, at least people wont confuse us anymore," Alex said, shaking his head.

"Like they really could confuse me, with you lot," Lucca said, with a haughty look, which he tempered with a small smile.

"Now that you have all insulted my new look, let's get down to business," Cooper said, "Any ideas?"

"I was never one for romance, so I have no clue what to do," Alex said, "Gabe?"

"Me either, but Sawyer is working all day on the fourteenth so I am going to cook him a great dinner, and then give him a massage, and then…who knows."

"I hope you do…know I mean," Lucca said, with a smirk, "Otherwise it will be a rather unromantic day, if you don’t have sex."

"What about you, Lucca? What are you and Gianni going to do," Cooper asked.

"I have a couple of ideas," Lucca said, "But he has told me to keep the evening free, as he has a surprise for me. So I get to plan the morning and he the evening."

"We are doing that as well," Alex said, "We drew lots, and I get the morning, from seven to one, Walter gets from one to seven, and Fox gets from seven to one. I just don’t have a clue what to do."

"Breakfast in bed to start off with," Cooper suggested, "Then loads of sex, until twelve thirty, so you have time to get ready for whatever Walter has planned."

"Breakfast in bed," Alex said, thinking about the idea, "I can do that. Cooper what about you?"

"Well, being at the cabin makes the choices a little slim, if you know what I mean," Cooper said, "But we do have a Jacuzzi, a fireplace, and a bear skin rug, I'm sure I can come up with something."

"Will you gentlemen care for a little wager?" Lucca asked, and smirked again, when he caught the look on the three faces in the little screens on his computer.

"A wager? On what?" Alex asked.

"On who has the most romantic evening," Lucca said, "We can get together again on the fifteenth and compare notes."

"I am not sure that is such a good idea," Gabriel said.

"No money," Alex said, the tone of his voice, leaving no room for argument.

Nevertheless, Lucca argued, "What is the fun in that? No money?"

"Take it or leave it," Alex said, firmly, "The next time the four of us are together, the winner gets to choose an activity we can all do together, and the other three have to go along with it…no matter what it is."

"You must be joking?" Lucca said, "What if one of you yahoos win, and you want to do something like…like… oh…the horrible possibilities are endless."

"This from the man who has no problem dressing up in a mini-skirt," Gabriel said, smiling.

Lucca, rolled his eyes, and said, "Very well. It's a bet. Winner will chose an activity for all to do when we get together again. I hate to cut this short, but Gianni is taking me mirror shopping…don’t ask."

"Okay," Alex said, confused, "I have a lot to plan, so I better go too."

"Bye," Cooper said, "Enjoy Valentine's Day."

"You too," Gabriel said, as he too disconnected.

When everyone was off-line, Alex picked up the telephone and dialed. After a moment he said, "Hi Dana…do you know any good places to get recipes?"

"What do you think he has planned?" Fox asked, as he sat with his back against the headboard, with Walter seated next to him.

"Whatever it is, it needs a microwave," Walter said, looking at the appliance that had been set up in their room the night before, by a very secretive Alex.

"He's been in the kitchen since five," Fox said, "So whatever it is has to do with food."

"Good guess, Foxlet," Alex said, as he pushed a cart into the room.

"Wow, Alex, that smells incredible," Walter said, taking in the aroma of the food. "Can we help…"

"No, just sit back, while I set this up," Alex said, smiling as he took a bed tray off the cart, and placed it over Walter's lap. He then did the same for Fox, who smiled his thanks. Next, he took the last tray, and placed it by the foot of the bed.

"This is really nice, Alex," Walter said, looking at how nicely Alex had arranged the tray, even including a long stem red rose in his, and Fox's trays.

"Thank you," Alex said, beaming at the praise, "We better get started, or the food will get cold. I tried to combined two things I love…" he said, as he took the first of the covered dishes out of the food warmer under the cart, and placed it on Walter's tray, "Don’t open it yet…I want to have it all set first."

"Okay, but you better hurry," Walter said, grinning, "My taste buds are about to jump out of my mouth."

"All right, hold your horses," Alex said, with a laugh, as he set the next dish on Fox's tray, "And you too."

"Yes, Sir," Fox said, his smile so wide it reached from ear to ear. He loved seeing Alex so excited.

As he set his own plate on the third tray, Alex said, "Okay, what would you like to drink. I have grapefruit, orange, apple, tomato or carrot."

"Man, you thought of everything," Fox said, "I'll take apple please."

"Tomato and carrot for me," Walter said, and added, "Don’t make that face, Fox, it's good and good for you."

"Well, it's a good thing you are drinking it then," Alex said, as he filled the glasses with the requested drinks, "Because the food is less than healthy. As I was saying before, I combined my love for you both, with my love for chocolate…to come up with this particular breakfast. You can go ahead, and uncover your plates."

"Holy sh…I mean…damn, Alex, this…this is incredible," Fox said, as he stared at three large pieces of French Toast, his favorite, cut into heart shaped pieces, and covered in raspberry sauce, another favorite.

"Oh my," was all that Walter managed to say, as he saw three waffles, obviously not the store bought kind, smothered under a pile of bananas.

"Is that all right?" Alex asked, suddenly apprehensive.

"More than all right, sweetheart," Walter said, looking up at his lover, "This is incredible. You went through a lot of trouble."

"Actually, it was a lot of fun," Alex said, "I enjoyed doing this for you guys…come on dig in…before it gets cold."

"What about you? What did you make for yourself?" Fox asked, as he cut his French Toast with his fork, "Oh, look a surprise," he added, when a stream of warm chocolate sauce, oozed from the middle.

"I have my own favorite, with a twist…chocolate pancakes, with soft caramel apples," Alex said, as he uncovered his own dish.

"We are definitely going to have to find a good way of working off these calories," Walter said, and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh, that is in my plan too," Alex said, and grinned.

For the next twenty minutes, the consumed the delicious breakfast, often feeding each other bites from their plates.

"Is there any more of that whipped cream, Alex," Walter asked, as he eyed the last piece of waffle on his plate.

"Sure, plenty," Alex said, and grabbed the bowl of whipped cream. He took a big spoonful, and was about to put it on top of the waffle, when he smiled wickedly, and instead flicked his wrist, sending the cream flying. The large dollop landed squarely on Walter's chest.

There was stunned silence for about a second, and then Fox started laughing, as Walter stared at his chest, as if not believing what had just happened.

"Ha! Your face, Walter," Fox said, between gasps of laughter, which suddenly stopped when he found himself the recipient of his own whipped cream bullet, which caught him on the side of the face, right below the eye. "Hey!"

Alex, was biting his lips trying to keep from laughing at the outraged look on his lovers faces. His eyes suddenly widened as he saw the look Walter and Fox shared, a moment before the latter leaped on top of him.

"You little rat," Fox said, as he began to tickle, Alex.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Alex, gasped as he squirmed under Fox, "Walter…heeeelp."

"You are getting you just dessert, my boy," Walter said, grinning at the younger men's antics. "Attacking us with whipped cream…what were you thinking?"

"I…I thought…it would make…make…stop Fox, I'm going to pee on you," Alex said, between bouts of giggling, "I thought…it would make…interesting…lube."

Fox, stopped his attack, and looked at the man beneath him, "Uhm…now that sounds like a good idea. Walter?"

"I have a better idea," Walter said, looking very serious, as he grabbed the discarded bowl of cream, which had miraculously landed right side up, spilling very little. "Instead of using it as lube, how about we slather it all over him, and then lick it off."

"Oh, Gods, no…no…" Alex said, as he saw the grin widen in Fox's face, as his lover moved to the side, allowing Walter to move closer.

"You want to do the honors, Fox?" Walter said, presenting the bowl.

"Why don’t we share?" Fox said.

"Guys…guys…please…you know how ticklish I am," Alex begged. "Can't we just make love…please?"

"He does beg so prettily, doesn’t he Walter?" Fox asked.

"That he does," Walter said, "And he did make us this incredible breakfast. I think we should do as he asks, and make love to him."

"Yes!" Alex said, excitedly, "But…but this is my time…for you, so I want to make love to you. Let me?"

"Oh, like that is such a tough choice," Fox said, as he rearranged himself, so he was back leaning against the headboard. "Baby, I'm yours…come and get me," he said, spreading his arms, and legs wide.

"You are such a slut," Walter said, shaking his head, "You better take him, Alex."

"And what will you be doing in the mean time," Alex said, as he eagerly settled himself between Fox's knees.

"I thought, I would try out this whipped cream as a lube idea of yours," Walter said, as he knee-walked

on the bed, until he was kneeling behind Alex.

"Less talking, more…oh, yeah…that nice," Fox said, as Alex's mouth enveloped his penis, and the younger man began to suck him.

Alex, stopped, pulled his head back, and said, "Nice? Only nice? I must be loosing my touch…"

"Get back over here, you imp," Fox growled, and grabbed the sides of Alex's head, and guided him back to his task.

Meanwhile, Walter, busied himself preparing Alex's tight hole, taken extreme care, mindful of his lover's recent injury. He smiled, when he felt Alex pushing back against his fingers.

"I won't go fast, so stop pushing," Walter said, with a mock growl, "You might still be sore, and I don’t want to hurt you."

With Fox's dick in his mouth, Alex couldn’t really voice his displeasure at Walter's words, so instead he began to suck for all he was worth.

"Oh, Holy Mother of God, Alex, you are going to…oh…oh…yeah…oh man…" Fox moaned, as he threw his head back, "You…you are going to suck…my tonsils…ooooooooh…"

"I think he is enjoying your blow job," Walter said smiling, as he saw the look of ecstasy on Fox's face. "I think you are stretched enough."

"Boutfuingtine," Alex mumbled around the penis in his mouth.

"What was that?" Walter asked, as he positioned the head of his cock, at Alex's entrance.

"He…he said…about fucking time…oh…oooooh…yeah…Alex…Alex, I'm going to come…" Fox said, biting his lower lip.

"Boutfuingtine," Alex mumbled again, and pulled back slightly as Fox's cum began to fill his mouth. He was trying to catch all of it, prided himself on the fact he could eight out of ten times, but when Walter slammed, albeit a bit more gently than usual, into him, he gasped, and got a face full of cum.

The look on Alex's face was so comical, that Fox began to laugh, making the last of his cum fly in every direction, until his erection was spent.

"You think that's funny, do you Foxlet?" Alex asked, as he looked at his giggling lover, "How about some help here?" he added, glancing down at his own erection, which lay trapped between their two bodies.

"What would you like?" Fox asked, "Mouth or ass?"

"Since…ohhhh…Walter…oohhh…ass…ass," Alex tried to answer, but Walter had begun to rock back and forth, miraculously hitting his prostate every time.

"Ass it is," Fox said, knowing that Alex was no longer capable of rational thought. Scooting down a little further on the bed, he managed to dip his hand on the whipped cream bowl, and then slipped his had between his and Alex's body, until he reached the younger man's erection. Quickly guiding it to the entrance to his own body, he said, "You are ready my love."

Alex, didn’t need any further urging, and on Walter's next thrust, he plunged forward until he was fully sheathed inside Fox.

For the next few minutes, only the grunts and moans of perfectly synchronized lovemaking filled the room.

"I…I can't hold out…any more," Walter gasped, as he finally released his load into Alex.

Alex could have held on a little longer, but the weight of Walter, as the older man leaned into him, drove him forward on more time, which caused Fox's anal muscles to contract around his penis. "OHHHH JEEZUS….Fox…oooooh….GODS!" Alex managed to scream, before he let go.

A couple of minutes of gasping and panting passed, before the threesome regained some semblance of normality.

"That was, incredible," Walter said, as he pulled out of Alex, with an audible plop. He rolled back on his haunches, allowing Alex to extricate himself from Fox.

"You said it," Fox said, with a satisfied grin, "That's the way to celebrate Valentine's Day."

"Every day should be Valentine's Day," Alex said, yawning. "I am beat."

"You were up early, making us that great breakfast," Walter said, "Let Fox and I clean up. What do you say, Fox?"

"Sure…just give me a second," Fox said, stretching languidly, his foot coming to rest under Walter's armpit.

"Don’t you dare tickle me," Walter said, grabbing the wandering foot, "Come on. We have time for a nice, long shower, and a nice nap…that is unless…you have something else planned, Alexei."

"There…no…nothing else," Alex said, shaking his head, "The breakfast and making love…and maybe some playing in the shower, and then falling asleep in your arms…that's my perfect Valentine's Day morning."

"Mine too," Fox said, as he stood, and held out his hand to his younger lover, "Come on sweet, I'll wash your back if you wash mine." When Alex, stood besides him, he added, "And you too, Big Boy, I'll wash your front if you wash mine."

Walter, smiled and rolled off the bed, onto his feet. "Okay so Alex does your back, and I do your front. So you are covered, but Alex and I are only half done."

"You caught that, did you?" Fox said, as he headed for the bathroom, "Drats…foiled again."

Alex, looked at Walter and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too," Walter said, kissing him gently on the lips, "We better get moving or he'll use all the hot water up."

"It's Valentine's Day…he wouldn’t," Alex said, as he walked hand in hand with Walter towards the bathroom.

"This is Fox we are talking about," Walter said.

"Oh yeah," Alex said, and pulled a laughing Walter into the already steamy bathroom.

"Make love to me."

"Uhm…"

"Make love to me."

"Uhm…I must be dreaming," Cooper said, as he rolled in his lover's arms. "I dreamt you said you wanted me to make love to you."

"You didn’t dream it," Chris said, smiling at the sleepy man in his arms.

Cooper's eyes flew open, and he stared at the face inches from his, "But…but you don’t like it."

"I never said I didn’t like it," Chris said, pushing an errant strand of hair from the younger man's forehead, "I just prefer to make love to you."

"So…why today?" Cooper asked.

"Did you forget what today is?" Chris asked.

"Valentine's Day! It's Valentine's Day," Cooper said. "Sorry…it's still early, and you caught me by surprise.

I…I also didn’t think you'd remember."

"Really?" Chris asked, raising his eyebrow in surprise, "You don’t think I can do romantic?"

Cooper snorted, and said, "This from the guy who took his first date to the rodeo?"

"Hey! I was fifteen, and besides Lisa won first place in the calf roping," Chris said, looking insulted.

"She roped, you all right," Coop said, grinning, "You were making cow eyes at her for nearly two months."

"Until she dumped me for Barry Cogsworth," Chris said, frowning at the thought.

"The Third," Coop said.

"Enough about past loves," Chris said, rolling over, so he was stretched out on top of his lover. "How about it?"

Bucking his hips, Cooper said, "You know I can't refuse you anything. Of course I would love to make love to you."

"That's more like it," Chris said, smiling, "Let me get the lube."

"Chris…are you sure…I mean…it'd be fine if…" Cooper said, suddenly at a loss for words.

"I've never been more sure of anything," Chris said, reassuringly. "I want this. I'll be right back."

Cooper stretched out on the big bed, and smiled. This was going to be so special. Since they had become lovers, he could count on one hand how many times he had made love to the older man, not that they haven't made love like bunnies, but he was on the receiving more often than not.

"What are you thinking about?" Chris said, as he came back to the bed.

"Why?" Cooper asked.

"Because you had this look on your face, like the cat who was about to swallow the canary," Chris said, taping the slightly upturned nose.

"I just can't believe it," Cooper said, "I know it sounds stupid…it's not like you've never let me take you… but…I know you don’t like it…"

"I told you…it's not that I don’t like it," Chris said, "It's just that I feel more comfortable giving than receiving. I guess, if you are so surprised, I must have taken advantage of your good nature for all this time."

"What do you mean?"

"You don’t complain about bottoming to me all the time," Chris explained, "It's not very fair."

"Do I sound like I mind it…I mean when we make love, do you feel that I don’t enjoy it?" Cooper asked, concerned.

"Oh, no, it's not that," Chris assured him, "It's just that from the beginning, I told you that this was an equal relationship…and I haven't kept my end of the bargain. That changes, as of today."

"That is sweet, Chris, but you don’t have to," Cooper said, "I enjoy having you in me…really I do."

"I know, but I want you to make love to me today," Chris said, "We'll discuss the future later. Okay?"

"Okay," Cooper said, smiling.

"How do you want me?" Chris asked, no trace of hesitation in his voice.

"On your back, I want you to be comfortable," Cooper said, as he rolled to the side to let his lover take his place. "Give me the lube, so I can get you ready."

Chris lay back on the bed, and settled his legs on either side of his now kneeling lover.

"Hey! When did you get this? Chocolate flavored lube?" Cooper said, as he opened the tube.

"Thought I surprise you," Chris said, "Got a bunch of stuff off the Internet."

"Yeah, figured you couldn’t find it at Jobson's Mercantile," Cooper said, with a chuckle. "I'm going to get you ready now…okay."

"Okay, but don’t take too long," Chris said, "I want you in me."

"I'm in charge here, Mister," Cooper said, as he inserted on lubed slicked finger into his lover, "I don’t want to hurt you, and I am going to make sure you are properly stretched."

"Yes, Sir," Chris said, seriously, although a grin was tugging at his lips. "Oh…yeah…that's good. More… OUCH…why did you hit me?"

"I set the pace, I say when you get more," Coop said, after slapping Chris' hip, "And I say you get more now," he added, inserting a second digit.

Chris, bit his lip, and concentrated on the feelings that Cooper's fingers in his ass were creating. When the younger man put one more finger in, he bit harder on his lip, not wanting to scream.

Cooper, felt Chris tense at the insertion of the third digit, and decided to bringing the stretching to an end. Scissoring his fingers a couple of more times, he said, "Okay, I think you are as loose as I can get you…so if you are ready…"

"I'm ready…I'm ready," Chris said, bucking his hips, "Come on Buckaroo…ride me."

"Oh, you are going to pay for that," Cooper said, laughing as he quickly coated his erection, "You haven't called me Buckaroo in a long time."

"You can make me pay later," Chris said, gritting his teeth, "Get. In. Me. NOW!"

"Pushy, pushy," Cooper said, but he was grinning from ear to ear, "And speaking of pushy…" he added as he moved forward, and pushed his rock hard penis past the ring of muscle, and into his lover's body. He pushed half way in, and stopped to give Chris a chance to adjust to the feeling. "You okay there love?"

"Yeah…just one…more second," Chris said, panting through the slight discomfort, "Okay…I'm…move…you can move…"

And move he did. The phrase 'Rock his world' made a fleeting appearance in his mind, before all conscious thought fled from it, and all his focus went into making sure his lover was taken to the highest level of ecstasy.

Chris raised his legs, wrapped them around Cooper's waist, and with every forward thrust the younger man made, he tightened the hold, to achieve the deepest insertion.

They rocked in unison for several minutes, before Cooper gasped, "I…I…am close, baby…I…don’t think I can…hold on…"

"Go…ohhhh…go…for it…" Chris said, between moans of pleasure.

As his orgasm ripped through him, and into his lover, Cooper threw his head back and screamed, "CHRIS!"

When he was spent, Cooper fell forward onto Chris' broad chest, and lay there panting.

"That…was…wonderful…" Chris said, wrapping his arms around the younger man, "Thank you."

"Thank you," Cooper whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too, Cooper," Chris said, kissing the top of Cooper's head. "I will always love you."

Cooper chuckled, "Just don’t start singing."

"You brat," Chris said, chuckling as well, as he landed a well aimed swat to his lover's naked butt. "Come on…lets go take a shower, get some breakfast, and get moving."

"Why? What's the hurry?" Cooper said, snuggling closer.

"I have a lot of things planned for us today," Chris said, rolling over so that they were now laying side by side.

"Can I take care of this for you first?" Cooper said, taking hold of Chris' still hard penis.

"In the shower," Chris said, "Come on, I promise you'll have fun."

"Okay," Cooper said, with a put upon sigh, "If I must."

Chris laughed, and dragged him out of bed. When they were standing face to face, he said, "If you don’t have fun today, I will do all the clean up for the next week."

"Sounds like a plan," Cooper said, "Lets go get that shower."

Gianni Calabrese rolled over in bed, stretching out his arm, and patting the empty space next to him. Frowning slightly, he cracked one eye open, and when he saw that indeed there was not a body laying next to him, he pushed himself onto his elbows, and looked around the room.

"Lucca?" he called, and when he didn’t get a response, Gianni plopped face first into his pillow.

Five minutes later Gianni finally gave up trying to get back to sleep, and rolled out of bed. "I wonder were my young man is at…" he asked out loud, as he looked at the bedside clock, "Gods! Eight twenty two in the morning."

Coming to his feet, he slipped on a pair of red silk boxers, just in case any of the household staff was around, and then made his way in search of his missing lover.

Hearing sounds from the kitchen, he headed in that direction hoping that if the chef was up, he would know where Lucca was. He pushed the door open, and stood dumbfounded at the threshold. He blinked twice, trying to make sure that what he was seeing was indeed real. After deciding it was, he grinned, and leaned against the doorframe to watch Lucca.

The younger man was busily mixing something on the stove, while two other pots were bubbling, and the coffee percolated. Whatever he was making had also taken several bowls and utensils, as the counter was littered with dirty items, and a thin layer of flour coated most of the usually gleaming surfaces of the kitchen.

Gianni smiled wider, as he heard the muttered curses, in at least three languages, as Lucca moved the electric mixer before shutting it off, and batter splattered everywhere.

"This is useless…I am fucking useless…damn it," Lucca said, and tossed the mixer to the side.

"Hey! That's the man I love you are talking about," Gianni said, and crossed the kitchen to stand by Lucca.

"I…I didn’t hear you," Lucca said, in surprise, as he stepped into Gianni's embrace, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long," Gianni said, as he kissed his lover sweetly, "What are you doing? I missed you in bed for my morning cuddle."

"I wanted to surprise you," Lucca said, with a pout, as he looked at the messy kitchen, "Instead all I managed to do was destroy the kitchen. Monsieur Claude is not going to be happy with me."

"I won't tell if you don’t," Gianni said, "I appreciate that you tried to…uhm…cook me breakfast."

"Can't even boil water," Lucca grumbled, "I'm just useless…"

"Maybe in the kitchen," Gianni said, cutting him off, "But in nothing else. Besides, I am the chef in this family, so why should you know how to cook."

"Family…I like the sound of that," Lucca said, leaning in for a kiss, and accepting Gianni's tongue, as it slipped into his mouth. The kiss lasted a full three minutes, as they pulled each other closer.

"Uhm…nice," Gianni said, as they broke the kiss, "See, you are a pretty good kisser."

Lucca's eyes widen in mock shock, and he said, "Pretty good? Pretty good! I beg to differ."

"Begging…uhm…I like that idea," Gianni said, waggling his eyebrows.

"But I wanted to make today special," Lucca said, looking forlorn, "We always have sex, great, amazing sex, but I wanted today to have something extra nice."

"Oh, baby, I really appreciated it. Just knowing that you wanted to do this for me, makes it very special," Gianni said, meaning every word. He knew how much Lucca hated to wake up early, or do any sort of what he consider menial labor, so he knew how much effort the younger man had put in, trying to please him.

"Not good enough," Lucca said, shaking his head, "I really want to do something extra special. You already told me, that tonight it's your time to surprise me, but now…it's my turn."

"So what do you have in mind?" Gianni asked, knowing that once Lucca set his mind on something, it was very hard to change it.

"I know you've been wanting to go to the shelter," Lucca said, "I want to go with you…help out."

Even in a place like Monte Carlo, where the beautiful and rich played, there were the same problems that plagued any other city in the world. Gianni volunteered at a battered woman's shelter about a half an hour from town. He had mentioned it Lucca in passing, knowing full well that the younger man probably dismiss the thought as soon as he heard it. Knowing that Lucca had indeed been paying attention warmed his heart.

"You don’t have to, sweetie," Gianni said, smiling at him, "We can go do something that we both would enjoy."

"No. I want to do something that makes you happy," Lucca said, "I want to do it with you."

"If you are sure," Gianni said, "We can go to the shelter for a few hours, before…"

"Before…what? What are you planning?" Lucca said, excitedly.

"Oh no, that's a surprise," Gianni said, grinning at the look on Lucca's face. "How long for you to get ready?"

Looking at his batter splattered clothing, Lucca said, "If you help me wash, a lot faster than if you don’t."

"Oh, I think I can be persuaded," Gianni said, "Let's go."

An hour later they made their way up the stairs of the Princess Grace Shelter.

"Giancarlo, what a pleasure," a man said as he saw them enter.

"Paolo, nice to see you too," Gianni said, shaking the outstretched hand, "Paolo Ribissi, Lucca Sebastiani."

"So you are the famous Lucca," Paolo said, extending his hand again, "Gianni talks about all the time."

"Don’t believe a word of it," Lucca said, grinning.

"It's all good," Paolo said, "So what brings you here today?"

"I've been out of town," Gianni said, "Lucca and I decided that we wanted to come and help out for a few hours."

"It's been fairly quite lately, thank God," Paolo said, "We are remodeling some of the rooms, so maybe you can help with that."

"Doesn't sound too hard," Gianni said, "What do you say, Lucca?"

"I would be delighted in assisting in any way I can," Lucca said.

Five hours later, as they returned home, Lucca said, "Do I remember saying I would be delighted to help?"

Gianni, chuckled, and said, "Yes you did, and don’t tell me you didn’t have fun."

Smiling a small smile he said, "Yes. I have to admit I did."

"And you were pretty good with those kids too," Gianni said, remembering how Lucca had entertained three small boys, whose mother was a current resident of the shelter.

"Gianni?" Lucca asked, as they began undressing.

"Yes, honey?" Gianni said, helping him unbutton his shirt.

"Do you think we could do something to help Daphne?"

"Help her how?"

"Maybe…get her a job…here in the house," Lucca said, sitting on the bed, to take off his shoes.

"Doing what?" Gianni said, surprised by the idea.

"She said she is a good seamstress, and she can cook too," Lucca said, "And we do have plenty of space."

"You sure you want a house full of kids," Gianni said, his eyes glinting with love. He was touched by his lover's kindness towards a virtual stranger, but then he always knew that hidden behind the tough, uncaring exterior his lover tried to project, was a good, kind-hearted man.

"I…I think, it would be nice…having the kids around," Lucca said, suddenly apprehensive. "But if you don’t think…"

"I think it is a wonderful idea," Gianni said, pulling him to his feet, and hugging him hard, "And I know that Giorgio, Phillipe and Roberto, will love to live here, and to get to see you. You made an impression on them."

"Thank you," Lucca said, shyly.

"You are the most wonderful man," Gianni said, sincerely, "This has been the best Valentine's Day present."

"Present? All I did was help keep some kids occupied while you did all the hard work," Lucca said.

"The present is that you let the real you come out," Gianni said, "The real you, that you keep hidden most of the time."

"And…you like this me…what you call the real me?" Lucca asked, as they headed towards the bathroom.

"I like all of you, any way you are," Gianni said, as he cupped his lover's buttock and squeezed it gently.

"So are you going to tell me what we are doing tonight?" Lucca said, as he turned on the hot water.

"No, and stop asking," Gianni said, and stepped under the spray, pulling the younger man along with him.

"But…" Lucca said, with a pout, "I've been good all day."

"Yes you have," Gianni said, pulling him close, "You've been an angel, and I appreciate it, but I want it to be a surprise."

Looking down, Lucca said, as he took hold of Gianni's hardening penis, "Like this little surprise?"

"Hey! What are you calling little?" Gianni said, in mock outrage.

"Please forgive me…it was a slip of the tongue," Lucca said, his green eyes shining with mischief.

"Speaking of slipping the tongue," Gianni said, as he grabbed his lover face, and kissed him deeply.

Lucca's arms wrapped around Gianni's neck, and he pulled their wet, slick bodies together. After a couple of minutes, Lucca broke the kiss, and began to place kisses and gentle bites along Gianni's chin, working his way up the jaw line, until he reached the earlobe, which he began to suck on.

"Oh, Gods, you know what that does to me," Gianni said, throwing his head back, as Lucca shifted his attention to Gianni's neck.

Neck, collar bone, chest, no part went untouched, each given special and undivided attention. Lucca smiled, as Giannie let out a rather girly squeal, when Lucca's talented tongue swirled into his belly button. The squeal morphed into a moan of anticipation, as the tongue traced a path from the belly button to a spot right above his now, fully hardened penis.

"Stop…stop playing…" Gianni moaned, as Lucca spent a considerable amount of teasing that particular spot.

"Just…building…the…anticipation…" Lucca said, as he placed little kisses on the soft skin.

"It…it's built…and…it is going…to explode," Gianni said, putting his hands on either side of his lover's head, and trying to guide him towards his penis.

"Very well, if you insist," Lucca said, not putting up any resistance.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Gianni yelled in surprise, as Lucca's mouth suddenly engulfed his member. Gianni leaned forward and braced his hands against the shower wall, bending his body slightly, to provide a shelter against the falling water.

Lucca, for his part was thoroughly enjoying himself, as he sucked on the length of his lover's penis. His tongue didn’t go idle by any means, as he swirled it over the big, purplish head. His hands were on Gianni's hips, but when he felt his lover begin to tremble, he moved them to the back of his thighs to offer added support.

"Gods…aaaah…ahhh…" Gianni gasped, as he leaned his head on the warm tile. "So…so good…I…I can't hold… hold on much…aaaaahhhh…gods…"

Sensing that Gianni was about to release his load, Lucca pulled his head back slightly, so he wouldn't choke on the cum as it spurted into his mouth.

Gianni, threw his head back, and yelled has finally found release. After a couple of minutes, he managed to catch enough of his breath, to be able to speak.

"That…was incredible…" Gianni said, as he helped Lucca, back to his feet, "Thank you."

"You are most welcome," Lucca said, leaning into his lover, "We should do this more often…less of a clean up."

Gianni chuckled, "Yes there is that. How about you? Can I give you a hand?"

"No need," Lucca said, "I took care of it."

"But, it would have been more fun if I had helped you," Gianni said, pouting for effect.

"You could make it up to me by telling me what my surprise is," Lucca said, smirking devilishly.

"You are a sneaky one," Gianni said, tapping him on the slightly turned up nose, "Okay, I will give you a clue."

"A clue? Only one? Well, I guess that is better than nothing," Lucca said.

"Tonight, I am taking you to a place we haven't been together before," Gianni said, and tried not to smile at the look of concentration on the younger man's face.

"That is not much of a clue," Lucca said, "We haven't been to a lot of place together."

"That is all you are getting," Gianni said, "Now how about washing my back."

"After such a lousy clue, you should do my back," Lucca said, hitting Gianni's chest with a loofah, before turning around. "HEY!" he yelped, when he felt a large hand land suddenly on his exposed butt.

"Sorry," Gianni said, looking anything but, "I'll make it up to you…I promise…I really think you will like my surprise. I least I hope so."

Turning back to face him, Lucca said, as his eyes went soft his love, "I am sure I will. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"I'm coming…one moment please," Gabriel called out as he headed for the front door of his and Sawyer's apartment. "Who is it?"

"Special delivery for…uhm…Gabriel Wolff," a man's voice said from the other side of the door.

Opening the door, Gabriel was surprise to see a very large bouquet of red roses. It was so large that it appeared to have legs, since the man holding them was nearly invisible behind it.

"Please come in," Gabriel said, stepping aside to let the man in, "You can put them on the table."

"Someone must really like you," the young delivery man said, as he set the flowers down, "There is five dozen here."

"Five…dozen," Gabriel said, surprised.

"Here is the card," the other man said, as he handed a small envelope to Gabriel. "Tip has been taken care off. Have a nice day."

"Thank you," Gabriel said, as he closed the door behind him. Quickly opening the envelope he unfolded a piece of paper, and read the note from his lover.

'Sixty roses, one for each of the years we will spend together…'

Gabriel's eyes filled with tears, as he read the sentiment, but he was also smiling, touched by the lovely words. He notice a small arrow at the bottom of the page and turned it over. He couldn't help but laugh out loud at what was written there.

'I thought seventy-two might be pushing it.'

Gabriel was busy trying to figure out where he was going to put five dozen roses, when the doorbell rang again.

Opening the door, he was again surprised to see a deliver man, a different one this time, holding a very large, heart shaped box.

"Mr. Gabriel Wolff?" the man asked, and when Gabriel nodded, said, "Sign here please," he added as he handed Gabriel a clipboard.

"Thank you," Gabriel said, taking the box, while trying to dig in his pocket for tip money.

"No need. Tip has been taken care off," the deliveryman said, "Have a nice day."

"It's getting nicer by the minute," Gabriel said to himself, as he closed the door.

Opening the box, he smiled as he found it filled with chocolate covered cherries and strawberries. A note was in the middle of the box. He opened it quickly, and read it.

'Sweets for the sweet…not very original, I know, but the truth nevertheless…'

"Oh, that darling man," Gabriel said, "I can't believe he did this."

Before he could begin to think what to do for Sawyer, the doorbell rang for the third time.

"What could he possibly have done now?" Gabriel asked himself, as he opened the door.

Expecting to see a deliveryman, he was surprised to see a young, very good-looking woman, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform. Without saying a word, she handed him an envelope, tipped her hat, and said, "I will be downstairs."

Gabriel didn’t have a chance to say anything as the woman was gone in an instant, her boots clicking down the hallway. Knowing that the only answers to his questions wer in the envelope he opened it.

'Doctor Sawyer Sullivan, requested the pleasure of your company. Dress warmly, and bring a big appetite. Transportation has been provided. You have twenty minutes to get ready.'

"Twenty minutes! Is he crazy?" Gabriel yelled, as he dropped the note, and rushed to their bedroom.

Nineteen minutes later he climbed aboard a black Lincoln Continental.

Fifteen minutes after that, he was dropped off in front of George Washington Hospital.

"Gabriel," a woman in a nurse's uniform asked, as she approached him.

"Suzanne, hello," Gabriel said with a smile, as he recognize one of the nurses Sawyer often worked with.

"Sawyer asked me to meet you," Suzanne said, shaking his extended hand, "He would like you to meet him in the solarium. Come with me and I will show you were it is."

A few minutes later Gabriel boarded an elevator and headed for the top floor. When the doors opened he stepped out and looked around.

"Hello handsome," Sawyer said, as he saw his lover.

Gabriel turned around to face the other man, and grinned widely, "Hello, you romantic man you. The flowers and the candy were incredible. Thank you."

"Just a small token of my love," Sawyer said, as he kissed him, "So, did you leave me any strawberries?"

Gabriel, looked at him in shock, and said, "It was five pounds of chocolate! And they got there only a few minutes before Sexy Selma."

"Sexy Selma?" Sawyer asked, his right eyebrow quirking.

"She didn’t tell me her name, so I made it up," Gabriel said, grinning. "Using your initials."

"My clever boy," Sawyer said, kissing him again, "I'm sorry to rush you, but I only have an hour. I had a fellow doctor cover for me."

"That’s all right," Gabriel said, as he walked beside the younger man. Reaching a door marked 'Solarium' he said, "You've done so much already."

"I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me," Sawyer said, as he swung the door open. "We can't do anything too…uhm…naughty…but I thought…"

"A picnic! A picnic in the middle of winter," Gabriel said, his voice full of wonderment at the sight before him. A large blanket was laid out in the middle of the empty room, a picnic basket right in the middle. "Oh, this is so lovely."

"This is the only time the solarium is not used," Sawyer said, as they entered the room, "Everyone is in their room for lunch. Sit…please."

"When did you have to do all this?" Gabriel asked, as Sawyer began to take food out of the basket.

"Wish I could say I slaved over a hot stove all day, but the truth is that I went to this place where they sell picnic baskets. Found it on the internet, and luckily they have a place here in D.C."

"You know what I always wanted to do?" Gabriel said, as he began opening some of the containers.

"What's that?" Sawyer asked.

"I wanted to make love on a picnic blanket in the middle of a field," Gabriel said, blushing.

"You wicked man you," Sawyer said, laughing, "Will necking on a picnic blanket in the middle of a solarium do for the time being…at least until summer?"

"Necking sounds like we are teenagers," Gabriel said, with a giggle, then added as he looked at the food, "You have all my favorites here."

"And you have two of my favorites right here," Sawyer said, as he leaned forward, and captured Gabriel's lips with his own.

"Good…good…thing…the…food is…cold," Gabriel said, as his lips were released, "Because I rather do this than eat."

"Uhm…me too," Sawyer said, as he laid on his side, and pulled Gabriel towards him.

For the next several minutes, they did indeed acted as teenagers, unable to keep their hands off each other.

Suddenly a beeping noise interrupted them.

Sitting up with a groan, Sawyer said, as he grabbed his beeper, "Damn it, I had it arranged for an hour. I'm sorry, but its a multi-vehicle accident. They need me."

"That's okay, honey," Gabriel said, as he sat up, "I'll take care of all this. We'll have it for dinner."

"I'm really sorry, I wanted our first Valentine's Day to be special," Sawyer said, coming to his feet, and helping his lover up to his.

"This has been the most amazing day," Gabriel said, "And I promise you the most amazing night," he added as he pulled the younger man into a hug.

"Oh, yeah? Now, I am going to think about it all day," Sawyer said, kissing him, "But that's nothing new. I think about you all day."

"Oh, Gods, you say the most romantic things," Gabriel said, "But you better go now…save some lives."

"Love you," Sawyer said, as he reluctantly let go of his lover. "Till tonight."

"Until tonight," Gabriel said, as he watched Sawyer leave. When he was alone, he said, "I must have been a very good boy in a previous life. How did I get so lucky."