Title: Aphrodite, Chapter 14, Part 4 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: October 18, 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: It's Fox's turn at romancing his lovers.

NOTE: Thanks to Ursula for her incomparable beta skills.

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Aphrodite (Goddess of Love)

"It's too early for the limousine," Walter said, as he came down the stairs, and headed for the front door.

"Maybe Fox sent it early," Alex said, as he came in from the kitchen, followed by his Rottweiler pup, Murphy.

"Mrs. Reubens, good evening Ma'am," Walter said when he saw who was at the door. Gloria Reubens was a new neighbor, having moved in less than a month ago.

"Mr. Skinner," the older woman said, looking none too happy. She was short, just five feet, but somehow managed to look down her nose at the two men.

"How may we help you?" Walter asked, politely.

"I have come to inform you that my Madeline is expecting," Mrs. Reubens said.

"I didn’t know you had a daughter, congratulations," Walter said with a smile, and then frowned when he heard Alex groan behind him.

"Madeline is not my daughter; she is my prize Boxer," Mrs. Reubens said with a huff.

"I'm sorry, but what does that have to…" Walter began, and then followed her gaze as she looked down at Murphy. "Oh…uhm…well…"

"Are you sure?" Alex asked, as he moved to stand beside Walter, and put his hand on Murphy's head. "He is only eight months old, and he is never off his leash."

"Male dogs reach sexual maturity between six and twelve months," Mrs. Reubens informed him, "The larger the breed, the later the awakening. He might be a little earlier than most, but it is not unheard off. As far as when the…uhm…event happened…she is approximately two weeks along."

"But how do you know it was Murphy?" Alex asked.

"Two weeks ago I was at the park exercising Madeline, I always give her a half-hour run to help keep her muscle tone in the winter. Were you in the park then, Mister Krycek."

"No…we were visiting Walter's parents in Pennsylvania," Alex said, "Eve Kirkpatrick was taking care of Murphy for us. She often takes him to the park and lets him run. Are you sure it was not her Rottweiler, Monster?"

"I breed dogs for a living, Mister Krycek," Mrs. Reubens said, as if insulted by his words, "I know the difference between a half-grown pup and a full grown dog. It was your dog."

"What would you like us to do?" Walter asked, trying to end the conversation, knowing that the limousine would be picking them up in a couple of minutes.

"Gestation is about sixty-three days, so in about seven weeks, you will be the proud owners of a litter of Boxweiler pups. What you choose to do with them, is of course up to you," the older woman said.

"You want us to take the puppies?" Walter asked, surprised. "You don’t want them?"

"I breed purebred Boxers, Mister Skinner, and thanks to your out of control dog, I now have a Champion bitch out of commission until her next heat. Good evening, gentlemen," she said, and before either man could reply, turned on her heel, and stalked down the walkway.

Walter closed the door, and turned to face Alex, who was trying not to smirk. "It's not funny, Alex," Walter said, trying to sound stern, but not quite succeeding.

"Oh, come on Walter, it's not his fault. It's hereditary," Alex said, kneeling, so he was at eye level with the excited puppy. "Isn't it, you Stud Muffin."

"What do you mean hereditary?" Walter asked, shaking his head.

Standing up, Alex puffed out his chest, and said, "Like fathers, like son. He just takes after his daddies."

"You are nuts, you know that," Walter said, "What are we going to do with a litter of…what did she called them?"

"Boxweilers," Alex said, "I kinda like that. I guess it’s better than Rottxers. We will find homes for the puppies, don’t worry."

"Well, I guess Murphy decided to have his Valentine's Day a couple of weeks early, didn’t you boy," Walter said, rubbing behind the big puppy's ears.

"Limo is here," Alex announced a moment later, "We better go, and tell Fox he is going to be a Grandpa."

"Oh yeah, that's going to get him in the mood," Walter said, as he helped Alex get into his coat. "I can't wait to see what he has planned."

"We will find out in about forty five minutes or so," Alex said, as he opened the door. He let Walter pass through first, and then followed him out. Before closing the door, he turned back to look at Murphy, who was looking sad that his humans were leaving him behind, and winked. "That's my boy."

***

Alex snuggled under Walter's arm, and sipped from his flute of champagne, as the older man caressed his hair. They had spent sometime speculating on what their lover had planned for the evening, but now had settled into a comfortable silence.

"We will be at your destination momentarily, gentlemen," the driver informed them through the intercom.

"It's so dark, I can't tell where we are," Alex said, as he peered out the window.

"I wasn’t paying attention which way we were headed," Walter admitted.

Looking at his lover, from beneath lowered lashes, Alex asked, "And what pray tell where you paying attention to?"

Walter rolled his eyes at the younger man's antics, and said, "I was distracted by an imp's hand on my

…" what he was going to say was cut off by the door of the limo opening.

"Gentlemen, if you will follow me please," the chauffeur said, as he held the door open.

Walter stepped out first, and then extended his hand to help Alex out. "Where are we?" he asked the chauffeur.

"I am not at liberty to say, sir," the man said, "Mister Mulder expressly asked that I take the most circuitous route here."

"That's our Fox," Alex said, with a smile, "He loves a mystery."

"This way, please," the chauffeur said. He stepped around the front of the limo, and led them towards a carriage.

"Wow!" Alex exclaimed, as he saw the fancy horse drawn carriage. It was an old-style, covered carriage, complete with four horses and a driver.

"Wow is right," Walter agreed, as he walked up to the door being held open by a footman, or at least what would have been called a footman during the Victorian era. He climbed aboard, and took a seat in the plush, velvet covered seat, and waited while Alex did the same. The door closed, and moments later the carriage began to move.

"I wonder what he has planned," Alex said.

"I can honestly say I don’t have a clue," Walter said, "He has obviously gone through a lot of trouble setting this up, the costumes, the horses, the carriage, all very authentic."

Ten minutes later they felt the carriage come to a stop. They waited a moment, knowing that the footman would open the door for them. When the door opened, Walter stepped out first, and held his hand out for Alex.

"Holy shit," Alex said, his mouth hanging open in awe.

"You can say that again," Walter agreed, as he took in the sight in front of him. They were standing a few feet away from a large white tent, a very large white tent.

Two men stepped out of the tent, and approached them.

"Mister Skinner?" one of the men asked Walter, "If you would follow me please, sir."

"What about…" Walter began, but was interrupted by the second man.

"Mister Krycek will be with me," man number two said, "No worries."

Alex looked at Walter, and shrugged. They both knew Fox would not do anything to harm them, so they parted company as they entered the tent, and followed their respective guides.

Alex was led towards the left side of the tent, and soon found himself in a small, sparsely furnished room.

"Master Mulder will be here momentarily," his guide said, and bowing slightly departed.

"Master Mulder," Alex said in a whisper. ‘What is Fox up?’ he thought to himself.

He didn’t have a long wait to find out as a minute later, a curtain on the other side of the room parted, and Fox stepped through it.

Alex’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of his lover. Fox looked like an English aristocrat, right down to the highly polished, wide-buckle shoes, the embroidered waistcoat, and fawn-colored breeches. He wore a knee-length, royal blue coat, and a sheathed sword hung from a scabbard at his side.

"Fox, my God, you look incredible," Alex said, in a near whisper.

"You like?" Fox said, grinning widely, as he bowed deeply.

"I like, I like a lot," Alex said, returning the grin, "What is this all about? A fanta…oh my God Fox, you didn’t?"

Looking totally innocent, Fox said, "Didn’t do what? Fulfill one of my lover’s fantasies?"

"I can’t believe you did this," Alex said, his eyes tearing up.

It had been a couple of weeks before, Walter had been out of the house, teaching a special course at Quantico, when after a rather energetic session of lovemaking, Alex had confided in Fox what one of his fantasies was. He had been surprised when Fox had not laughed at his ideas, but instead had told him that he would love to make them true, and apparently he had.

"What about Walter?" Alex said, suddenly remembering his other lover, "He…he doesn’t know about…"

"Don’t worry," Fox said, stepping closer, and hugging Alex, "Walter will love it, he will understand."

"I hope so," Alex said, "I know its silly…"

"It’s not silly, we all have fantasies," Fox assured him, "Some of mine include dressing up too."

"Yeah," Alex said with a wicked smile, "What are they…you never told me."

"We can leave that till later," Fox said, kissing him on the nose, "Walter will be wondering what is going on. Your costume is right over there."

Alex stepped up to the table Fox had pointed to, and picked up the outfit he was to wear for the evening.

***

When Walter had followed his guide towards the right side of the tent, he had a small clue what was going on. This was either a fantasy for Fox, or more likely a fantasy that Fox wanted to fulfill for Alex. Either way he would play along because any fantasy those two could come up with, would certainly be interesting.

"Mister Skinner," the man who had led him to the room he was currently in said, "Your outfit for the evening."

Walter took the offered clothing, noting the high quality of the material. When Fox decided he wanted to put on a show, he went all out.

"Captain Mulder will be here shortly," the man said, "He asked for a few minutes of your Lordship’s time, claims that he has brought you a present."

Walter took a deep breath, and fell into character, "Very well, tell Captain Mulder I will see him shortly."

When the man left, Walter began to undress, and soon was re-dressed in his costume. Like Fox, he was dressed in eighteenth century finery. He eyed the wig that was part of the outfit, and after a moment’s hesitation put it on. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought to himself.

A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and the man that had led him into the room entered.

"Captain Mulder, Master of the Guard, to see you your Lordship," the man said.

"Show him in," Walter said, using his best Deputy Director tone.

Just like Alex before him, Walter was left speechless by the sight of Fox Mulder in full regalia. He shook his head to clear it, and slipped back into character.

"Captain Mulder, I can only give you a few minutes," Walter said, "I have just returned from London, and I am both famished and exhausted."

Fox tried not to smile with satisfaction at how great Walter looked, and that the older man had accepted his role so readily. Instead he said, "I am sorry to take up your time, My Lord, but I have wonderful news. News, I am sure would make this interruption worthwhile."

"Let's have it then," Walter said, showing his impatience. "What is so important?"

"My men have captured the rogue that has been leading the insurrection against you," Mulder said.

"That is good news indeed," Walter said, smiling. He had no doubt who the rogue would be. "That man has been nothing but a thorn on my side for the past year. How did you find him?"

"It was not easy," Mulder said, his hand on the hilt of his sword, "He is a wily one, and he had the help of the villagers."

"Yes, I am sure that they were more than willing to help the bastard," Walter said, with a growl.

"He turned himself in, when we threatened to burn down one home for every day he did not appear. It took only one." Fox said, with a smug grin. "He is right outside, if you wish to see him, My Lord."

Walter’s eyes lit up with anticipation. He had no idea what guise Alex would be under, but he knew it would be good. "I have waited for this for far too long. Bring him in."

Fox clicked his heels together, inclined his head, and stepped out the room. A moment later he returned, dragging a struggling Alex Krycek behind him.

Walter’s eyes widened in surprise at Alex’s appearance. His younger lover was dressed in a similar fashion as himself and Fox were, but his outfit was obviously of much a lesser quality, and it was torn in several places, as well as very dirty. He wore a leather choke collar, to which a long length of rope was attached, the other end held tightly by Fox’s hand.

"So you are the one that has been driving me to distraction with all your escapades," Walter said, taking a step towards Alex, who glared at him openly. Turning slightly to face Fox, Walter asked, "What is his name?"

"Alexander Krycek," Fox said.

"Krycek?" Walter said, raising an eyebrow in surprise, "Not a very English name?"

"Parents were Russian," Fox supplied as an explanation, "Some sort of deposed royalty. Have been under the grace of the Duke of Etheridge for the last few years."

"And this is how you repaid the dotting old Duke’s kindness, by attacking his neighbors," Walter said, shaking his head.

"A neighbor who is a cruel master to his subjects," Alex said, almost spitting out the words.

"You will show proper respect," Fox said, and tugged on the rope, pulling Alex forward, closer to Walter.

Walter chuckled, and said, "Why do you call me cruel? What have I done to you, to have you insult me so."

"You tax the villagers beyond what they can pay, you put the men in jail when they can’t pay, and then you let your men take advantage of the defenseless women."

"My men do not such a thing," Walter said, his voice calm, but threatening.

"And I am supposed to take you at your word," Alex said with a sneer. "I imagine a different woman graces your bed every night."

Walter walked up to Alex, so he was towering over the slightly shorter man, and with a voice of pure silk said, "Women are not what interests me…do you know what does?"

Alex’s eyes grew impossibly wide, and he took an involuntary step backwards, "What…what do you mean?"

Looking at Fox, Walter said, "Would you enlighten our guest, Captain Mulder."

Fox, who had been intently watching the interaction between the other two men, looked up, and said, "His Lordship enjoys the company of men. I myself have been honored to share his bed on occasion."

"You…you…how…how…can you do such…" Alex yelled in outrage at the thought.

"Oh, it is very easy, and very enjoyable, I assure you," Walter said with a smirk, "I’m sure that you will enjoy it as well."

"What! Never…I shall never lay with you…you are an abomination…" Alex spat out.

Walter took a deep breath, and drew himself to his full height, and said, "An abomination? Did you hear that Fox? Our bothersome little hero thinks we are an abomination."

"I heard your, Lordship," Fox said with a small smile, "I am sure you are the man to prove him wrong."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," Walter said, bowing slightly, "Will you care to join us?"

"If you would not mind it much My Lord, I would prefer to watch," Fox said, his eyes dark with lust.

"Yes, I had forgotten you prefer to watch on occasion," Walter said grinning, "I shan’t mind at all."

"I shall die before I let you touch me," Alex said, pulling back.

"You shall not die, but I think some unfortunate accident may befall one of the villagers of you refuse," Walter said, his eyes hard.

"You wouldn’t," Alex said, his voice cracking.

"Oh, I would," Walter assured him, and then turned away from him. "Captain Mulder, will you please escort Master Krycek to my chambers."

"My pleasure," Fox said, "Shall I have him bathed first?"

Walter turned back to face them, and looking at Alex for a moment said, "No, I think he is fine the way he is. I really do not wish to wait too long. Have him ready in five minutes."

"No, I won’t let you do this," Alex cried as Fox began to drag him out of the room, "Get your filthy hands off me…"

"Quiet," Fox yelled, and pulled harder on the rope, twisting it around his hand, "You will get what is coming to you, or the villagers will suffer."

Alex dropped his head in defeat, and followed.

When they were gone, Walter let out a breath, and said, "Hot damn."

***

Hot was not the word on his mind when he walked into the part of the tent that Fox had set up as the master bedroom. The sight that greeted him when he entered the room made his whole body burn with desire.

Alex was naked on the bed, his leather choke collar attached to the headboard by a chain. He held his head high, chin thrust upwards, and green eyes blazing with defiance.

Where Alex looked like a tiger ready to spring, Fox could not have been more relaxed. He sat on a large, overstuffed chair, his feet crossed at the ankles, resting on an ottoman, a drink in his hand.

"He is ready for you, My Lord," Fox said.

"Did he give you any trouble?" Walter asked, as he began to disrobe.

"You will have your hands full, that’s a fact," Fox said, with a dry chuckle.

"I will not submit to you, you bastard," Alex spit out through gritted teeth.

"You know the consequences," Walter said, as he sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled his boots off, and unfastened his britches. "I can assure you they are not idle threats. If you fight me on this, I will give the order to attack the village."

Alex backed down a little, but remained tense. He watched as Walter stood, and began to shimmy out of the tight calf skin pants. His eyes widened even further, when the older man’s erection popped straight up.

"I think he likes what he sees," Fox said, smirking as Alex ran the tip of his tongue over his suddenly dry lips. He laughed when Alex whipped his head around to face him, and glare at him.

"Well then lets not keep him waiting," Walter, now completely naked, said, as he moved towards the bed.

"Please…please don’t do this," Alex said, the fight gone out of him, to be replaced by fear of what was about to happen.

"You really have never been with a man before?" Walter asked, as he lay down besides him, and carded a hand through the thick sable hair.

"No. I…I…it’s a sin…the church…says so," Alex said, swallowing hard, as he tried not to lean into the caress.

Walter chuckled, and said, "Those hypocrites. They probably bang more altar boys in a week than I have sex in a month."

"That’s not…not true…I was…" Alex said, and then swallowed again as Walter leaned in towards him.

"What? You were what? An altar boy? I can see it. Can you see it Captain?" Walter asked Fox, who was watching them.

"Oh, most certainly," Fox said, in agreement. "A fine looking altar boy."

"Okay, let me show you what you’ve been missing then," Walter said, and rolled on top of Alex, before the younger man knew what was happening. "Don’t fight me; it’ll make it more painful. This can be pleasurable. Trust me."

Alex looked up at him from beneath him, and shook his head, "I…I…I can’t…please."

"You will be saying please, but with a different meaning in a couple of minutes," Walter whispered in Alex’s ear, as his hand cupped the younger man’s genitals.

Alex moaned involuntarily, and arched his back slightly.

"You like that? Well, then you will love this," Walter said, as he shifted his hand, and slipped a finger into Alex’s tight hole.

"Aaaah," Alex screamed at the sudden intrusion.

"Lube, Captain?" Walter asked, panting.

"On the table next you the bed, Sire," Fox said, "I made sure you were properly stocked."

Walter turned his head, and let out a small laugh at the size of the pot of lubricant Fox had placed on the nightstand. His lover was very optimistic indeed.

Dipping two fingers into the substance, he coated them, and then pushed them into Alex.

"Oh, Gods, oh…please," Alex begged as Walter’s thick fingers intruded into his body.

Walter continued to stretch the tight hole, and when he felt Alex was ready, he reached towards the pot of lube, and taking a healthy glob of it, coated his erection.

"This will not be pleasant at first," Walter warned, as he guided his erect penis towards Alex’s hole, "But it will be soon. Ride the pain, feel the pleasure." He took hold on Alex’s legs, and placed them on his shoulders.

Alex bit his lower lip, and shut his eyes in preparation. When he felt Walter breach him, he grunted, and bit his lip harder. When he felt Walter pause, he opened his eyes, and stared into the beautiful brown orbs above him. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes again.

Walter smiled slightly, and resumed his thrusting. He knew this was play acting, and this was certainly not Alex’s and his first time, but it somehow felt like it, and he wanted to give his lover the fantasy he so desired.

"Oh, Gods, oh, Christ…please…please," Alex moaned as his right hand grabbed the sheets in convulsive movements.

Fox, watching from his seat, had unfastened the lacing on his britches and was busily stroking his erection, as he continued to slowly sip his drink. He was thrilled at how well the whole fantasy set up had been going so far. He could tell that both his lovers were enjoying themselves, not only with the sex, but with the whole idea of their characters. He had put a lot of effort on making the night something neither of the two other men would soon forget, and he was happy that it was turning out so well.

Walter continued to rock back and forth, slowly pulling out, and then gently pushing in again. He aimed each thrust expertly, knowing the exact spot that would make Alex moan with pleasure.

Alex, lost in the moment, reached up, and wrapped his hand around the back of Walter’s neck, and pulled his head down. The kiss was searing, sparks almost visible, as their lips touched.

When they broke apart, Walter smiled down at Alex, and said, "Not bad for a first timer."

"Move…move please, don’t stop," Alex pleaded, as he bucked his hips.

"My pleasure…and yours," Walter said, and resumed his thrusting, his strong body seeming to glide over the sweat slicked body beneath him.

"Aaaah, oh God, oh God…" Alex moaned in ecstasy, as Walter's hand wrapped around his cock, and began to pump in rhythm to his thrusts. After a couple of minutes, Alex gasped as he said, "I…I can't hold on…I…I can't…aaarghhh…"

Alex's orgasm triggered Walter's, and soon Alex was covered in cum, both inside and out.

When Walter was finally spent, he pulled out of his semi-conscious lover, and gently lowered Alex's legs onto the bed.

"Baby? You okay?" Walter said, stepping out of character.

Alex opened his eyes, and smiled dreamily, "Oh yes, it was incredible. Thank you."

"I did the fun part, Fox did the hard part…setting this up," Walter said, as he got comfortable on the bed, and pulled a languid Alex into his arms. Looking at his other lover he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a completely debauched Fox Mulder.

Fox's pants were wide open, his flaccid penis in one hand, a half empty snifter of whisky on the other, and the most satisfied look on his face, including a shit-eating grin from ear to ear.

"You enjoy yourself there, Foxlet," Walter asked, with a chuckle.

"Uh? Oh yeah, you guys are totally hot," Fox said, trying to focus his eyes on the pair on the bed.

"Thank you, Fox," Alex said sincerely, "This was just incredible…I can't believe you set all this up for us…"

"I wanted to do something that you would both enjoy," Fox said, "And then I remembered the fantasy you told me about. I knew Walter would play along…I had no doubt he would enjoy it too."

"You got that right," Walter said, stretching, "This was a really hot scene. We need to do this more often. Any other fantasies I should know about?" He added looking down into Alex's green eyes.

"You Tarzan, me Jane?" Alex said grinning wickedly.

"What does that make Fox…Cheetah?" Walter said, biting his lip to try to stop the laugh that threatened to spill out at the outraged looked Fox gave him.

"Fine, you both joke all you want, and I won't give you my other surprise," Fox said with a pout.

"There's more?" Alex asked with surprise.

"Yes," Fox said still sulking, "A light dinner since we have been eating so much today, and then a surprise for dessert."

"Chocolate?" Alex asked excitedly as he sat up.

"You are so easy," Walter said shaking his head in amusement.

"Lucky for you I am," Alex said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Well, if the two you are done flirting with each other, may I suggest you clean up," Fox said with a smile, "There is a shower set up in the next room, and your clothes are there as well. I will meet you in the dinning area in thirty minutes."

"You are not going to join us in the shower?" Walter asked.

"I have a couple of things to see to, and I am less…uhm…in need of a clean up than the two of you," Fox said, "I will see you in a few minutes."

"Fox," Alex said, as Fox moved towards the door, "Thank you again. I love you."

"I love you too, both of you," Fox said, giving them a blinding smile.

***

"This was delicious, Fox," Walter said, as he wiped his mouth with a linen napkin. "After all the wonderful

food we've had today, this light dinner was just perfect. But…you didn’t seem to eat much, didn’t you like it?"

"Uhm? Yes, I mean no, I liked the food just fine," Fox said, stumbling over his words.

"You seem preoccupied, Fox," Alex said, also having noticed that for the last hour, Fox had been nervous, and had eaten very little.

"I…I have something on my mind," Fox admitted, "I have been thinking about how to do this all day, all week really, well, almost all month…and…"

"Fox, you are babbling, darling," Walter said, and put a hand on Fox's arm, "You are trembling. What is going on?"

"Okay, here it goes," Fox said, clearing his throat, and stepping away from the table, and then pushing it away, so he could stand in front of his lovers. Going down on one knee, he pulled out two small boxes out of his right pocket.

Alex and Walter looked at each other in surprise, and then back at Fox, who had flipped the lids to the boxes open to reveal two rings.

"Walter Sergei Skinner, Alexei Nikolai Krycek, will you both do me the honor of becoming my husbands," Fox said, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he handed each of his lovers a box.

"Fox…I…I don’t know what to say," Walter said, taking the proffered ring. "It's beautiful." He added looking at the broad gold band.

"Yes, beautiful," Alex said, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding as he gazed upon the more slender gold band he had received, "I…I…oh Fox, I…"

"Well, you…neither of you…have said…if you, you know…" Fox said, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

"Of course I'll marry you," Alex said, throwing himself into Fox's arms, and hugging him tightly. "I love you, love you so much," he added as he kissed Fox's face repeatedly.

"Walter?" Fox said, and continued to hug Alex.

"Fox, I would be honored to marry you, both of you," Walter said, pulling both the younger men into his arms, "I guess I am going ring shopping tomorrow."

"Me too, me too, I want to buy you both rings," Alex said excitedly, "This is the best Valentine's Day ever."

"So you are not disappointed there was no chocolate?" Fox asked with a wicked grin, as he hugged Alex, and was hugged by both of his lovers.

***

"Wow! Those are beautiful, Alex, congratulations," Cooper said, as Alex showed off his new rings, the one that Fox had given him the night before, and the one that Walter had given him earlier in the day after they had gone shopping. Walter and Fox both now also wore two gold bands, one from each of their lovers.

"When is the wedding?" Gabriel asked.

"We just got engaged yesterday, give us a couple of days to come up with the details," Alex said, with a laugh. He was excited to share the news with his brothers as soon as he had gotten home, he had contacted them through the Internet to share the good news with them.

"I guess that means you win the bet," Lucca said with a wry grin, "You certainly had the most romantic Valentine's Day, although mine wasn't bad at all."

"The next time we are all together, we'll share all the juicy details," Alex said, "I have to go now, Fox, Walter and I are going over to Dana and John's to give them the good news."

"Congratulations again, little brother," Cooper said, "Chris sends his best too."

"I can't wait to tell Sawyer when he gets back from work," Gabriel said, "Congratulations, Alex, you deserve it."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Alex," Lucca said, "Gianni and I will stop by, take you out to dinner."

"Sounds great, bye guys," Alex said, and disconnected from the Internet.

"You tell the boys?" Fox asked as he walked into the office.

"Yes, they all send their congratulations," Alex said.

"Walter is downstairs waiting," Fox said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Alex said, standing and joining his lover, "Fox, I know I have said it about a million times today…but, I love you. You've made me the happiest man on earth."

"And I am the luckiest," Fox said, kissing him tenderly.

"And I am the most envied," Walter said, as he stood at the door. "I have the two best looking men in the world as my lovers, my friends, and soon to be my husbands."

"God we are a bunch of saps," Fox said, making them all laugh.

***