Title: Apollo 4, Chapter 15, Part 2 of
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Author:
E-mail: skinmulkry@hotmail.com
Website: www.geocities.com/kendalxf/index.html
Fandom: X-Files
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/M/K.
Archive: All requests are welcomed
Date: June 5, 2005
Category: AU
Spoilers: None specifically
Warnings:
Contains scenes of m/m sex. If
this offends you please *LEAVE NOW*
Disclaimer: Skinner, Mulder, Krycek, Scully,
Doggett, and the X-File all belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions, and the Fox
Network.
Series: Greek Gods
Summary: Alex has trouble keeping his word.
NOTE: Thank you to Ursula for her ever
efficient beta job. You are the best.
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Apollo 4 (God
of Brothers)
Chapter 15
Filo’s Ristorante - Georgetown
February 20th
“I hate Julie,” Scott Denison said, as
he flung his order pad on the counter.
“What’s the matter?” his best friend,
and fellow waiter, Alain Jones asked.
“We are nearly empty, and she sits the
most gorgeous man I have the pleasure to lay eyes on, at Jay’s section. You
know Jay, the one and only waiter in this place who is not gay.”
Alain smiled at his friend, and said,
“You have a boyfriend, a very good looking boyfriend, if you have forgotten.”
“No, I haven’t forgotten,” Scott said,
“But look at that, he is so yummy. Table eight.”
Alain, turned to face the dinning
area, and whistled softly as he saw the man sitting at table eight. “You are
right, he is delicious. That has to be a two-thousand dollar suit he is
wearing.”
“And Prada shoes,” Scott said, “And a
Bulgari watch, and a silk, Hermes tie.”
Alain laughed, and said, “For not
being in your section, you sure got a good look at him.”
“Hard to miss,” Scott said, smiling at
his friend. “Holy shit, two of them.”
“What?” Alain asked, and followed his
friends gaze towards the man that had just entered the restaurant. “Oh my, not
the same quality of clothing, but the genes are
definitely the same.”
They watched as a man who resembled
the man already seated in section eight, waved at his look-alike, and made his
way towards his table. The seated man stood, and embraced the new arrival
warmly, and then both sat down.
“I really hate Julie,” Scott said, and
shook his head.
“You are really going despise her,”
Alain said.
“What? Why?” Scott said, and it was
his turn to follow his friend’s gaze. “There is no God. If there was, I would
be taking care of table eight.”
“Three of them, all gorgeous,” Alain
said, sighing deeply.
“Will the two of you get back to
work,” a voice behind them, suddenly startled them. “Scott, you have table
three waiting, and Alain, table eleven wants his check.”
“Yes, Julie,” the responded in unison,
and went to their respective tables. Scott, to take care of the five,
eighty-year ladies, one of which was celebrating her eighty-eighth, and Alain,
to give the check to a man who was almost as wide as he was tall, and was
presently wearing most of his meal on his shirt.
The three men at table eight however,
were oblivious to the stares, and comments aimed their way.
“
“Sizing up the competition,”
“You are such a snob,” Gabriel said,
but smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Sawyer and I had dinner here a
couple of weeks ago. It’s very good.”
“You mean to tell me, that having a
brother who owns an Italian restaurant, an excellent one by the way, you and
your lover decide to eat here? That is treason of the worst kind. Were we not
in a public place, I would call you out, to defend our honor,”
Alex smiled, and said, “Maybe it’s not
the fact that it is a public place, but the fact that Gabriel could probably
take you, that prevents you from calling him out.”
“You’d be surprised. Under all this
fine fabric is a body of pure muscle,”
Gabriel laughed, and shook his head as
he said, “Well, if your body is as well developed as your ego obviously is, I
guess you could take me in a fair fight.”
“Who said anything about fair?”
“Okay, okay, enough goofing around,”
Alex said, putting his hand up to stop the brotherly bickering. “I have some
news.”
“What is it?” Gabriel asked, turning
to face him.
“We got a lead on another of our
brothers,” Alex said, not hesitating on the word.
“Alive?”
Alex frowned at the comment, and said,
“As far as I know yes. Why would you ask that?”
“Odds. I am a
gambler, one of the reasons I live in
“Well, as of December twenty-six he
was alive,” Alex said, continuing to frown, “And I don’t particularly care for
your odds.”
“Hey, enough of this,” Gabriel said,
“As much as I hate to say it, Lucca is right, odds are that one of them could be
dead or that they don’t want anything to do with us.”
“A very real possibility,”
Alex and Gabriel looked at each other
for a split second, then in silent agreement, pelted
the unsuspecting
“Well, if we go by your odds, the odds
are that one of the remaining two will not be an egocentric snob,” Alex said,
with a smirk.
“Getting back to our new brother,” Gabriel
said, “Where is he?”
“
“And you are sure, he is one of us?”
“It’s the first real lead in a long
time,” Alex said, “We’ll have to follow it, even if it doesn’t pan out.”
“I wish I could help, but I’m just
starting at the clinic, and can’t get away,” Gabriel said, with regret.
“And I would hate to leave Gianni with
the restaurant, now that we have signed the contract with the investors to open
three more,”
“Congratulations,” Alex said, “That’s
great news. And don’t worry, guys, Fox is going to start his book tour there,
so I’ll do the legwork.”
“What about Cooper?” Gabriel asked,
“Does he know?”
“Yeah, I called him this morning,”
Alex said, “He and Chris are getting ready to sell the ranch, and have a lot to
do before they can move to Virginia.”
“It’ll be nice having him closer,” Gabriel
said, “And now that you and Gianni are going to be working on the restaurants
you’ll be around more too.”
“Part of the year at least,”
“I’ll keep you updated,” Alex said,
“I’m not sure how long it’ll take because we didn’t get a lot of information
from the article. I printed copies for each of you with a picture of our
missing brother.”
After taking a quick look at the
photograph,
“You and your odds,” Alex said,
rolling his eyes, “What is it this time?”
“Out of five, I’m still the best
looking of the lot,”
***
Skinner-Mulder-Krycek Residence
“Hi,” Fox
said, as Alex entered the office. “How are the guys?”
“They are
great,” Alex said, flopping onto the couch.
“Did you
tell them the news?” Fox asked, as he finished printing a document from his
computer.
“Yes,” Alex
said, “They were excited about it, but really can’t get away now to look for
him. I told them not to worry since we would be going to
“Uhm…about
that,” Fox said, biting his lip.
Alex, turned
his head to look at his lover, and frowned at Fox’s expression, “What? Why are
you biting your lip? What’s the matter?”
Fox stood,
and walked to the printer, and after pulling out the three sheets he had
printed, joined Alex on the couch, “I just got the travel schedule.”
Alex, took
the pages from Fox’s hands, and read them quickly, “What? You are not scheduled
to go to
“I’m sorry,
Alex,” Fox said, “I tried to get them to change the schedule, but…”
“Damn it,
Fox,” Alex said, jumping to his feet, “You are the god dammed fucking author; you
should have a say on where you go.”
“Hey, what’s
with all the shouting,” Walter asked, as he entered the room drying his hands,
“I could hear you all the way down in the kitchen.”
“Alex just
found out about the travel schedule for the book tour,” Fox said, looking very
forlorn.
“And you
found it necessary to scream at Fox?” Walter said, watching his youngest lover
pace like a caged tiger, while Fox looked like his heart was breaking.
“Five weeks,
Walter, five fucking weeks,” Alex said, waiving the pages in front of Walter’s
face, “I can’t wait that long, the trail might get cold.”
”You mean
colder than the seven weeks since the article,” Walter said, growing
increasingly angry with Alex’s attitude, “It’s not like your brother, if it
turns out that he is indeed your brother, knows that you are looking for him
and will go into hiding.”
”That’s not the point,” Alex said in a near shout. “Every minute that goes by increases
the chance that I will not find him.”
“You need to
calm down, Alex,” Walter said, “And you need to apologize to Fox…”
”What? Why? He lied to me. He said that we would go to
“My hobby,”
Fox said angrily, as he jumped to his feet, “You…you think that my writing is a
hobby?”
“What else
would it be?” Alex said, “You don’t need the money; you are a freaking
multi-millionaire.”
“Alexei,
I’ve had just enough of this,” Walter said, grabbing Alex by the back of his
jacket, and pulling him back, “Apologize to Fox right now.”
Alex, twisted out of Walter’s hold, then shouted, “No. I’m out of here.”
“Alex, come
back here,” Walter said as Alex all but ran out of the room.
“Let him go,
Walter,” Fox said, as he sat down again.
Walter
joined him in the couch, and gently ran a hand up and down Fox’s back, “Fox, it’s okay. He just needs to calm down.”
“Yeah, I
know,” Fox said, as tears ran down his cheeks, “But…but did you hear what he
said.”
“Yes, and it
all comes from being upset. He didn’t mean it,” Walter said, putting him arm
around Fox’s shoulder and pulling him into a hug. “You know how proud he is of
your success.”
“But he was
so angry,” Fox said, wiping at his eyes.
“Fox, is
there any way you can talk to the publishing company and get them to change the
schedule?” Walter asked.
“I thought
it was fine as it was,” Fox said, “The tour would end in
“It’s a good
plan, Fox,” Walter said, “Maybe Alex and I could go to
“But the
whole idea was for the two of you to go on tour with me so I wouldn’t be alone,
like the last time,” Fox said.
“I know, you
are right,” Walter said, “We’ll talk to Alex when he gets back. Once he calms
down, I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“I’m not so
sure,” Fox said, “He was so angry.”
“Alex has
come a long way since he’s been with us,” Walter said, “He’ll realize he’s
wrong, and he’ll feel bad about it, and come home.”
“I just hope
he comes home, and doesn’t just rush to the airport and catch the next plane to
“If he does,
we’ll just follow him, bring him back, tan his ass, and then start the tour,” Walter
said, “Come on, let’s go downstairs and you can help me put the groceries
away.”
“Okay,” Fox
said, “I’ll call the publishing company later, and see if there is any cities we can cut from the tour, or move things
around.”
The two men
left the office, and headed downstairs.
***
TGI Friday’s Restaurant
“Alex?”
Alex looked
up from his drink, and his eyes widened in surprise, “Ursula? Yvonne? What…what
are you doing here?”
“We are
doing some last minute shopping for Neely’s adoption
party,” Ursula said, “What are you doing here, of all places?”
Alex looked
at the two ladies, friends, almost sisters, of his neighbor Eve Kirkpatrick,
and debated telling them what had happened. He had gotten to know them back in
January when he had been afflicted with the chicken pox and they had been
visiting Eve and her six year old foster son, Neal.
“I got into
a fight with Walter, and Fox,” Alex said, feeling the need to talk to someone,
“I got in the car, and drove for a while, and suddenly I was here at the mall.”
“Can we sit
down?” Yvonne asked.
“Oh, sorry,
of course,” Alex said, pointing to the other side of the booth.
The two
women took a seat, placing their packages on an empty chair at the end of the
table.
“What was
the fight about?” Ursula asked, in her straightforward manner.
“Urs, maybe
he doesn’t want to talk about it,” Yvonne said, slapping her friend’s arm
slightly, and then turning to Alex, added, “Unless you want to of course.”
Alex, wasn’t quite sure why he felt
so comfortable with the two women that he could open up to them, but they both
made him feel safe.
“Well,
uhm…you know about my brothers, Cooper, Gabriel and
“Of course,
or as Ursula and I refer to them as Cuteness, Gorgeous, and Luscious,” Yvonne
said with a straight face.
“And how
exactly do you think of me?” Alex said, grinning
“You are
Adorable,” Ursula said.
“I thought I
was supposed to be Lancelot,” Alex countered, still smiling.
“That is
your literary persona,” Yvonne said. She and Ursula were world renowned romance
novelists, and when they had met Alex and his lovers, had decided to
collaborate on a novel about a threesome based on Alex, Walter and Fox.
Lancelot was the name they had chosen for Alex, while Walter was Rip, and Fox was Ryder.
“But you
were saying,” Ursula said, trying to get the conversation back on track, “About
your brothers?”
“Well, it
turns out that there is another brother, we didn’t…uhm…know about,” Alex said,
lying for the sake of not having to explain the fact that he was a clone.
“Quintuplets?” Yvonne
said, “Unbelievable. So what’s the problem?”
“We think we
found our fifth brother in
The two women looked at each other for a moment, and then Ursula said, “Alex,
honey, take it from us, the author is usually the person who has the least
amount of say on where they go on these book tours. I’m sure Fox tried his
best.”
“Yeah, I
know,” Alex said, with a deep sigh.
“So, what’s
the problem exactly?” Yvonne asked.
“That I blew
up, I mean I was nasty and a…” Alex said, and blushed.
“You were a
complete and total brat?” Ursula asked sweetly.
Alex
smirked, and said, “Yes, and now…well…I feel like an
ass, and…”
“And you are
trying to figure out how to apologize?” Yvonne said.
“Yes, and
actually also trying up to get the courage to face them like a man,” Alex said,
“I screwed up so bad, I mean…I really hurt Fox. I said some terrible things.”
“But nothing
he won’t forgive,” Yvonne said, placing her hand over his and patting it
slightly.
“I’ve seen
the way that boy looks at you,” Ursula said, “He is so deeply in love with you,
you are like the air that fills his lungs, and the next beat of his heart.”
“For Pete’s
sake, Ursula, you are morphing into your writer mode,” Yvonne said, with a
laugh.
“I’m being
serious here,” Ursula said, affronted, “You do know he loves you, don’t you?
They both do.”
“I know,”
Alex said, nodding, “I guess I’m just going to suck it up, and face the music.”
“I’m sure
there will be quite a bit of sucking,” Ursula said, and when the other two
looked at her, she added, “Up, I mean. There will be a lot of sucking up.”
“Funny, very
funny,” Alex said, chuckling, “What did you get Neal?”
“Some
clothes,” Ursula began, and when he saw the look on Alex’s face, added, “What?”
“Clothes? For a six
year old?” Alex said, with a smirk.
“I was just
beginning,” Ursula, “Some clothes, several video games, a train set, and a trip
to Disney World for the four of us.”
“Sorry, I
doubted you,” Alex said, grinning, “Those are great. When is the adoption
official?”
“Monday, but
we are having the party on Sunday, so Neal’s school friends can come,” Yvonne
said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Eve as happy as she is with that little
boy.”
“And we have
you to thank for it,” Ursula said, “If you hadn’t rescued Neely
from that father of his, and Eve had a chance to foster him, they wouldn’t have
come together.”
Alex
blushed, and said, “It was the right thing to do. Neal needed someone good in
his life, and Eve fit the bill perfectly, she is a wonderful woman.”
“No argument
there,” Ursula said, and then looked at her watch, “Oh, look at the time. We
promised Neal we would be home by six, and it’s almost that.”
”What!” Alex asked, as he too looked as his watch.
“Damn, I didn’t realize I’ve been here almost three hours. The guys are going
to kill me.”
“Stop
worrying, I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” Yvonne said, “Are you alright to
drive home?”
“What?” Alex
asked, and noticing how both women were looking at the drink in his hand,
added, “Oh, this is just coke. This is a family restaurant, no hard liquor,
just beer and some fruity drinks.”
“I still
can’t believe you ended up here,” Ursula said, with a laugh, “Always picture
you more as a dark
jazz club type guy.”
“I’ve done
those,” Alex admitted, “I’m becoming domesticated I guess.”
“And from
the look on your face it’s not a bad thing,” Ursula said, with a knowing smile.
“No, not a
bad thing at all,” Alex said, “I really want to thank you for listening to me.
It’s helped a lot.”
“I’m glad,”
Ursula said, patting his hand. “Are you, Walter and Fox going to be able to
stop by on Sunday?”
“I don’t see
why not,” Alex said.
“Unless you are grounded, right?” Yvonne said, sucking in her lips to stop from laughing.
Alex
scrunched up his nose at her, and after a split second of indecision followed
it with sticking out his tongue, which made both women laugh.
“Very
mature,” Ursula said, shaking her head.
“Never
claimed to be,” Alex said, sliding out of the booth, and standing up to give
each woman a heartfelt hug. “Thanks again…both of you.”
“You are
welcome, sweetie,” Yvonne said, kissing him on the cheek, which Ursula did as
well when it was her turn to hug him.
The women
had a couple of more things to pick up at the mall, so they parted company
outside of the restaurant.
***
Fifteen
minutes later Alex pulled into the driveway of the house, and headed for the
front door. His hand hesitated as he was about to insert the key in the lock,
but then he took a deep breath, and opened the door.
It still
amazed him how good it felt to come into this house that had, over time become
his homes, something he had seriously doubted he would ever have. He had put
that in jeopardy with his actions, and he was going to do everything possible
to remedy that lapse in good sense.
The house
was warm, Fox must have lit the fireplace he thought with a smile, and the
smells emanating from the kitchen told him Walter had started dinner. Alex took
another deep breath, and his eyes widened. Walter was making Veal Stroganoff,
he was sure of it. They were making his comfort food, and his heart again
constricted with regret at his earlier outburst.
Alex walked
slowly towards the kitchen, and stood quietly watching his two lovers from the
shadow of the doorway. He smiled at Fox, who was dressed in his comfortable
sweats, the ones that were so well loved they were starting to look thin in
several places. Over the sweatpants he wore one of Walter’s old tees that came
to about mid-thigh. Walter on the other hand was wearing ass-hugging, faded to
almost white, cut-offs, not your typical winter clothing, but the house was
warm enough that you could not feel the twenty degree temperature outside. He
wore a simple, dark-blue tee, which he had covered with the ‘Kiss the Cook’
apron he often wore when it was his turn to cook.
Fox was
setting the table, while Walter stirred something on the stove top.
Alex felt he
was eavesdropping, but couldn’t pull himself away. He leaned in closer to try to catch what they
were saying, and was not surprised they were talking about him.
“Do you
think he is alright, Walter?” Fox asked as he headed for the refrigerator to
pull out the salad fixings.
“He just
needed a little time to calm down,” Walter said, turning slightly from the
stove, and leaned to his side to accept the kiss that Fox was puckering up to
deliver.
“You don’t
think he would do something stupid, do you? Like catch a plane to
“No. Alex
doesn’t run away anymore,” Walter said with conviction, “He’s learned that
lesson.”
“How can you
be so sure?” Fox asked, “He was very upset.”
“I’m sure
because Alex has changed, and it is all a positive change,” Walter said, “He’s
figured out that no matter how much he disagrees with one or both of us, we are not going to kick him out. He ran away before as
a preemptive measure. Hurt us before he hurt him. He doesn’t have to do that
anymore.”
“I hope you
are right,” Fox said.
“Trust me,
grasshopper,” Walter said, as he lowered the heat on the stove, “Right, Alex?”
Walter
smiled at the little gasp he heard coming from the doorway a second before a
very sheepish Krycek entered the kitchen.
“How long
have you known I was there?” Alex asked.
“Since you
opened the door,” Walter said, smugly.
Fox, who had
been looking at Alex, whipped his head around to stare at Walter, “You did? How?”
“I can
always tell when one of you is nearby,” Walter said, with a shrug of his wide
shoulders, “Not sure how, just do.”
“It’s an
X-File,” Fox said, with a grin. Turning back to Alex, he added, “You okay,
Lexi?”
Alex nodded,
and said, “Yeah. I’m fine. Like Walter said, just needed to get away for a
little while.”
“Where’d you
go?” Fox asked, as he set the things in his hands, on the table.
“TGI
Friday’s,” Alex said, ducking his head, and blushing at the chuckle from Walter.
“Fridays?” Fox said with a wide grin,
“Ooooh, how did you ever survive?”
“Funny,”
Alex said, smirking. “Uhm…about what happened…”
“That can
wait until later,” Walter said, “We’ll have dinner first…I made…”
”Stroganoff,” Alex said, “It smells delicious. You didn’t have to, I don’t
deserve it.”
“Later,” Walter
said again, “Go upstairs, and get washed up.”
Alex nodded
again, and left the kitchen.
“He sure has
changed,” Fox said turning to Walter, “About the discussion…uhm…what are you
going to do?”
“Me? Nothing. You are the one that he hurt the most. It’s your
call,” Walter said, knowing that Fox didn’t like to take on the role of
disciplinarian.
Fox, thought
about it for a moment, and then said, “You are right.”
“Good boy. I
know you can do it,” Walter said, giving him a hug.
“Know he can
do what?” Alex asked, as he came back in.
“That was
fast,” Walter said, putting out his arm so that Alex could join in the hug.
Alex gladly
moved into the embrace, and said, “I love you guys so much. I’m sorry.”
Walter
kissed the top of his head, and said, “We know…that’s why you are getting dish
duty tonight.”
“Is that my
punishment,” Alex said, grinning.
“Part of
it,” Fox said, “We’ll discuss the rest, after we enjoy Walter’s cooking. He
really went all out.”
“I can
tell,” Alex said, looking at the stove, “Anything I can do?”
“Finish up
the salad while Fox and I go up and get cleaned up,” Walter said. “We are
having ice cream for dessert, so we don’t need to do anything for that.”
“Okay,” Alex
said, and moved to the sink to finish up the salad, as his lovers left the
room.
***
Forty
minutes later, Alex was doing the dishes, Fox had gone upstairs, and Walter had
dog walking duties.
The only
good thing about walking Murphy in the winter was the he got as cold as his
masters did, and often did his business, and rushed to get back to the warmth
of the house.
Walter was
gone only about ten minutes, and when he returned he secured the downstairs
doors and windows, and then headed for the kitchen to see how Alex was faring.
He was almost to the kitchen when he heard was sounded like sniffling. Walter
walked slowly towards the kitchen and watched Alex for a few minutes.
The younger
man had his back to him, and seemed to be scrubbing the pots before putting
them in the dishwashers. What surprised Walter was that every few seconds Alex
would sniff, and shake his head, as he muttered to himself.
When Walter
overheard the word ‘stupid’ he decided to intervene.
“Alex, you
okay?” he asked as he crossed the room to stand behind his lover.
“What!” Alex
said, startled by Walter sudden presence behind him. “Oh, yeah…I’m fine.”
“You don’t
look it,” Walter said, moving around him, and leaning against the counter. “Are
you crying? Nothing has happened yet.”
“No, and I’m
not crying…well I am crying, but not about getting punished,” Alex said,
sniffling again, “I deserve it. More than deserve it, actually.”
“So what is
it?” Walter asked, “Why are you so upset?”
“I just
don’t learn, do I?” Alex said, turning to face him.
“What do you
mean?” Walter asked, frowning.
“You guys
take me in, you give me a home, a family, you love me, and make love to me,
and…and…and this is how I repay your kindness? I insult Fox, I yell at you, I’m
a worthless piece of…FUCK! What you do that for?” Alex yelped in mid-rant, as
he found himself half bent over the sink, while Walter landed four, very hard,
spanks to his bottom.
“Did you
just listen to any of the crap that just came out of your mouth,” Walter said,
his eyes blazing with anger, but when he saw that Alex didn’t realize what he
was talking about, he softened a little. “Alexei, after all this time, after
all the time we’ve been together, I can’t believe Fox and I took you in out of
kindness. Do you honestly believe that?”
Noting the
angry look in his lover’s face, Alex swallowed visibly, and said, “Walter, I
know…I mean, I know that is not…”
“Then why
did you say it,” Walter said, “Do you think so little of Fox and me, that you’d
think we only brought you into this home, because we felt…what?...sorry for
you.”
Tears sprang
to Alex’s eyes, and he tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a sob, “I’m sorry, I
can’t seem to say anything right…lately. I’m really sorry, Walter, please
believe me.”
Walter
pulled him into his arms, and hugged him tightly, kissing the side of his head,
“I know you are. Alex, how are we going to make you believe that you are not
here under sufferance? We love you, plain and simple…no hidden agendas, no
guilt, nothing but love. Got it?”
Alex nodded
against Walter’s chest, “Yeah, I got it.”
Patting
Alex’s butt, Walter said, “Good, ‘cause I don’t have any problem reminding
you.”
Pushing back
so that he could look into Walter’s face, and when he saw he was serious, Alex
said, “I get it Walter. Honest, I do.”
“Okay,” Walter
said, looking into the earnest green eyes, “I know this is going to be tough
for you, but you do deserve it. Fox is waiting for you.”
“Walter, I
know I deserve it, anything he does will not be enough, but I do know I deserve
it because I hurt the man I love, not because I feel I owe Fox…or you,
anything.”
“I’m glad,
Alex,” Walter said kissing him on the cheek, “Now, go on, I’ll be up when it’s
over, and maybe do some pampering afterwards.”
Alex nodded,
and started to turn away when Walter grabbed his arm, and spun him around so
they were face to face again. Before Alex could ask anything, Walter plundered
his mouth with a soul shattering kiss. Alex’s knees turned to jelly and Walter
had to literally hold him up, or he would have slid to the floor.
After a full
minute, Walter broke the kiss, and smiled at the dazed look on Alex’s face.
“You okay?” Walter
said after Alex continued to stare at him with a silly grin on his face.
“Uh hu,”
Alex said with a nod, “Wha…what was that for?”
“Just a
kindness,” Walter said with a smirk, “Something for you to keep your mind on
for after you talk with Fox.”
“I think
talking will be the last thing we are going to do,” Alex said, “But I’ve kept
him waiting long enough. I better go.”
“Okay,” Walter
said, and watched him leave. Turning around he looked at the sink, and said,
“Oh great, I guess I get to finish the dishes.”
***
“Fox,” Alex
said, as he walked into their bedroom.
Fox came out
of the bathroom at the sound of his name, and smiled at Alex, “What took you so
long…hey, why are your eyes all red? You’ve been crying?”
“It’s okay,
it’s nothing, I was just feeling confused, but Walter straightened me out,”
Alex said, shrugging sheepishly.
“I bet he
did,” Fox said, as he walked up to him and ran his thumb gently over Alex’s
kiss swollen lips.
Alex leaned
into the caress, and smiled, “Just something to look forward to when you and I
are done here.”
Fox stepped
away, and said, “About that…I’ve been thinking…”
“Oh no, no
way you are getting out of this, you have to do it,” Alex said.
Fox turned
back, and said, “You didn’t let me finish. I was thinking that this was pretty
serious. I mean, not only did you have a tantrum, but you were abusive towards
me.”
Alex ducked
his head, and said, “Oh, I thought you were going to back out. You don’t like
disciplining us.”
“Well,
tonight I’m making an exception,” Fox said, and went to sit on the bed.
“Lucky me,”
Alex said, but smiled sheepishly as he walked to stand in front of his lover.
“Can I say something before…before you pass sentence?”
“Sure,” Fox
said, and patted a spot next to him on the bed.
“I want you
to know, before…uhm…before you ask me…you know…when you are going to spank me,
you are going to ask why I am getting spanked,” Alex said haltingly.
“I know the
routine,” Fox said, with a smile.
“I’ll tell
you, but first I want to tell you how sorry I am, I don’t want to tell you
afterwards, when I am all snotty and sobbing. I want you to know before all
that, so you’ll understand my apology has nothing to do with the punishment. I
am so sorry…I didn’t mean any of those things I said…I was angry, and…”
Fox put one
finger to Alex’s lips, and said, “I know.”
“I just
wanted to make sure,” Alex said, “So…what’s my punishment.”
“A spanking,
for the tantrum,” Fox said, “Then tomorrow you get to do all the chores, and in
the afternoon…”
“An all day
punishment,” Alex said, scrunching up his nose; at Fox’s raised eyebrow, he quickly
added, “Sorry…go on.”
“In the
afternoon you can start on your writing assignment,” Fox said, and had to bite
his lip at the look of horror that crossed Alex’s handsome face. Fox knew that
Alex hated, with a passion, writing assignments as punishment. “I think that a
short, let’s say three thousand word…”
“Three thousand!” Alex
squeaked, “That’ll take all afternoon.”
“Probably,”
Fox said, “Did you have plans?”
“No,” Alex
said, with a deep sigh, “It’s the least I deserve.”
“Glad you
see it my way,” Fox said, and patted his lap, “Let’s get this over with. I’m
sure Walter wants to get to bed.”
Alex stood,
and began to lower his jeans, “Yes, let us not keep him waiting…OW!” he quickly
added as Fox slapped him in the thigh.
“Being a
smart ass is not the best strategy at this time,” Fox said, frowning up at him.
“Sorry,”
Alex said, and stepped out of his jeans, and then leaned over Fox’s lap.
Practice had him soon arranged comfortably, and his ass cheeks tightened with
anticipation as Fox lowered his underwear, baring his butt.
“I see that Walter
already had a discussion with your backside,” Fox said, noting the slightly
pink backside over his lap.
“Yeah,” Alex
said, “He didn’t like something I said. Nothing to do with
what I said to you though.”
“You ready?”
Fox asked, as he wrapped his left hand around Alex’s waist, and held him in
place, while raising his right hand to begin the spanking.
“Yes,” Alex
said, and buried his face in his arm.
“What’s this
punishment for?” Fox asked.
“Because I
threw a temper tantrum,” Alex said, lifting his head enough to be heard
clearly.
“Okay, we
don’t have to go into further than that,” Fox said, as he brought his hand down
on Alex’s butt. Fox didn’t really want to punish Alex, but knew his lover would
not feel forgiven if he didn’t go through with it, and if he was honest with
himself, Fox would also feel better after the punishment.
Fox rained
spanks on Alex’s bottom, turning from light pink to a progressively darker
shade of red. Throughout the punishment Alex went from groaning in discomfort,
to trying to stifle his sobs, to open crying as the spanks began to land on
previously spanked flesh.
Fox closed
his eyes as Alex began to cry in earnest, but wanted to carry the punishment to
the end. He hadn’t preset a specific number of spanks, or a time limit, but he
felt he would know when to stop.
“I…sob…I’m sorry, I’m so…sorry,” Alex
cried.
Fox felt the
time had come, and brought his hand down for one last time, noting that Alex’s
backside was a furious shade of red. “Shssss, it’s
okay…shsss…” he soothed as Alex continued to sob into the bedspread.
Alex was
lost in a world of pain, and it took him a full five minutes to realize the
spanking was over, and that Fox was rubbing his back trying to calm him down.
“You okay?”
Fox asked when he heard Alex’s sobs change in intensity.
“Yeah,” Alex
said, swallowing hard, and slowly pushing away from the bed.
With Fox’s
help, Alex was quickly rearranged over Fox’s lap, his bottom clear of any
pressure. Fox hugged him, and rocked slowly, trying to calm him.
“You okay
now?” Fox asked after a few more minutes.
Alex took a
deep breath, and nodded, “Yes…I’m sorry.”
“That’s
okay, relax, you are okay,” Fox said, kissing the top of his head, as it lay
against his shoulder. After a few more minutes, he said, “Alex, honey, uhm…hate
to disturb you, but you are getting a bit heavy…”
“You calling
me fat, Fox?” Alex said, as he snuggled into Fox’s embrace.
“No, not at
all, but…” Fox said, shifting slightly, “But I think we would be more comfortable
if we lie down on the bed.
Alex came to
his feet slowly, grunting as the movement pulled on his sore muscles.
When Fox
settled on the bed, he put out his arm, and waited until Alex slowly settled
next to him. “You comfortable?”
“Comfort is
a relative term at the moment,” Alex said, grunting again, as he snuggled next
to Fox, “But there are worse places to recover.”
“I’d say,”
Fox said, kissing the top of Alex’s head.
There was a
soft knock, and then the door opened and Walter stuck his head in, “Safe to
come in?”
“Yes, I have
beaten him to within an inch of his life, and now we are snuggling,” Fox said,
smiling at Walter.
“I see
that,” Walter said, returning the smile, and walking up to the bed. Alex’s
bottom was in full view, and Walter gave a low whistle, as he put his hand on
it. He could still feel the heat radiating from the reddened flesh. “At least
we’ll have a nightlight if we need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the
night.”
Alex turned
slightly on his side, so he could see Walter better, and said, “Very funny.”
Walter
chuckled, and leaned in to kiss the pouting lips, “Poor baby.”
“Hey, what about me? Don’t I get
something too?” Fox said, sticking out his lower lip.
“Of course
you do,” Walter said, and as he kissed Fox, smiled when he felt Alex’s hand
slide under his t-shirt. Breaking the kiss, he looked down, and grinned at the
look on Alex’s face. “I can’t believe you want to play, not after…”
“I’m sore,
not dead,” Alex said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “But…but maybe I could
watch,” he adds, sliding his eyes from Walter to Fox.
“I thought I
was the voyeur in this relationship,” Fox said.
“Does that
mean I can’t watch?” Alex said, pouting once again, but this time adding the
ever-effective batting of the eyelashes.
Fox and Walter
looked at each other, and rolled their eyes in unison.
“You are
such a brat, Alexei,” Walter said, leaning down and kissing the younger man on
the nose, “Okay, we’ll put on a show for you.”
“Hey, you
don’t have to make it sound like it is such a chore,” Fox said, furrowing his
brow. “You don’t have to…aaaah.”
Fox’s
complaint was cut off by Walter, as the older man jumped over Alex and
straddled him.
“I don’t
have to do anything,” Walter said, stressing the word ‘have’, “But I want to. If that is alright with you, Mr. Pouty?”
“Mr. Pouty,
that’s funny,” Alex giggled. He had scooted over to the side of the bed that Walter
usually occupied, and now laid on his side, looking at his two lovers.
Fox turned
his head, and looked at Alex, and then smiled, “We haven’t called each other
nicknames in a long time. Remember Snickerdoodle?”
Walter was
busy unbuttoning the snaps on his short, and sliding them off, but still
managed to answer, “Yeah, I remember and I also remember Banshee, and several
other names, but how about we stop the trip down memory lane, and…”
“Man,
someone is suddenly in a hurry,” Fox said, bucking his hips upwards, so he
could slide his sweats off.
“I’m ready,
Big Boy,” he added when he had succeeded in getting naked.
“How about a
little switch,” Walter said, surprising both his lovers, “You go in.”
”Wha…what? You sure,” Fox said, looking up at him.
“Sure, let’s
give the boy a thrill,” Walter said, smirking as he pointed with his chin
towards a wide-eyed Alex.
“Woohoo,”
Alex said, grinning like a loon. “I should be bad more often if this is the punishment.”
“Let me put
it this way, young man,” Walter said, as he and Fox switched places, “You
behave like that again, and you will be missing scenes like this, for a while.”
“I’ll be
good,” Alex said, “Just get on with it.”
“Pushy
aren’t we,” Fox said, as he accepted the tube of lubricant Walter was handing
him, “Thanks. Spread your legs a little. That’s good.”
Walter did
as he was asked, giving Fox better access. He took a deep breath as his lover’s
long, slender fingers pushed into his tight hole. Gripping the sheets on either
side of him, he concentrated on his breathing as Fox carefully stretched him.
“You okay
there, sweetie,” Fox asked, looking down at him with concern.
“Yeah, it’s
just been a while,” Walter said, smiling up reassuringly at him. “I’m okay.”
“Okay,” Fox
said, withdrawing his fingers and covering his hand with additional lube, he
began to quote his erection. He leaned forward closer to Walter, and helped arranged
Walter’s long legs around his waist.
Guiding his
erection towards Walter’s entrance, and slowly began to push in, his eyes fixed
on Walter’s face, looking for any sign of extreme discomfort. He smiled when he
felt Walter’s legs tighten around his waist, pushing him forward.
Fox began to
rock his hips, deepening his thrusts slowly.
Walter, for
his part, was bucking his hips upwards matching each thrust. He gasped when he
felt Fox’s hand on his erection. The
twin sensations of having his ass fucked, and his dick pumped, were driving him
insane. He knew Fox was an expert in dragging his orgasm out so he tried to
concentrate on not coming.
Alex watched
his lovers, and couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Fox pumped into Walter’s
body, and Walter’s moans of pleasure filled the room; they were so hot together
that Alex could hardly breathe.
“How…how you
doing, baby,” Fox said between pants. “You okay?”
“Oh, fuck
yeah,” Walter said, “I’m so close…Fox…I’m so close.”
“Just hang
in there, just a little longer, baby, just a little longer,” Fox said, slamming
back in, after pulling out almost all the way.
“FUCK!” Walter
screamed as Fox unerringly found that special spot inside him.
Fox had
timed it so his thrust coincided with one last pull of Walter’s penis. Walter
yelled as he came, and his ass tightened around Fox’s erection, making his
lover come as well.
Fox fell
forward onto Walter’s expansive chest, trying to catch his breath.
A sound to
their left made both men turn their heads, and they started chuckling as Alex’s
head come over the side of the bed, from where he had fallen to the floor.
“You…you
okay?” Fox asked in between pants.
“That was
fucking hot,” Alex said, climbing back onto the bed, “Holy shit! That was hot.”
“Glad we
could…uhm…gods…entertain you,” Walter said, rubbing his big hands over Fox’s
back.
“Stop that,”
Fox said without much heat, “You gonna make me fall asleep.”
“I could use
some sleep,” Walter said, yawning, “I’m drained.”
“Let’s get
cleaned up,” Fox said but didn’t move, “Maybe later.”
“You are
going to get stuck together,” Alex said.
“Can think
of worse things,” Fox said, smiling, but finally rolling off Walter.
Within
fifteen minutes, the bed was changed, the bodies cleaned, and the three men
were snuggled back under the covers.
When Walter
noticed that Alex had finally drifted off, he turned to Fox, who was almost
asleep himself, and asked, “You tell him?”
“No,” Fox
said shaking his head slightly, “Tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Walter
said, his eyes drooping, “Night, I love you.”
“Love you
too,” Fox whispered back.
***
Skinner-Mulder-Krycek Residence
February
21st
“Where is Walter?”
Alex asked as he walked into their shared office.
“Had to go
check something with the car,” Fox said, not looking up from his computer, “Should
be back in about twenty.”
“You need
any help?” Alex asked.
This time
Fox did look up, and smiled as he asked, “Don’t you have a bunch of chores to
take care of?”
“Yeah, but…”
Alex said, fiddling with some of the papers in Fox’s inbox, “I don’t like to be
downstairs all by myself when I know you are up here. At least when Walter is
home, he could be downstairs with me.”
“Okay, you
can stay up here,” Fox said, “Can you hand me those faxes that just came in? My
machine is not working, so I had them sent to yours.”
Alex moved
to the other side of the room, to the fax machine that was attached to the
computer that he and Walter shared. Picking up the papers from the tray, he
glanced at them quickly, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Fox?” he asked, his voice soft.
“Yeah,” Fox
said, looking at him.
“These…uhm…these
faxes, they are from…” Alex began as he handed him the papers.
“My new
schedule,” Fox said, taking them from Alex’s slightly shaking hand, “I asked
that they fax it this morning.”
“But…but it
says that,” Alex said, swallowing hard, “We…we are going to
Fox smiled, and patted his lap, “Come here,” he said, and waited until Alex had
taken a seat, “I called my agent, and told him I wanted some changes.”
“But Fox,
that schedule only shows
“We are
doing two separate trips,” Fox explained, “Since we did the States last book,
we are doing
“Why? I
mean, I’m happy, but why?” Alex asked, his eyes beginning to brim with tears.
“Hey, what’s
this?” Fox asked, whipping one tear away, “I thought you’d said you are happy?”
Hugging him,
Alex said, “I am, but what did you have to do so they would change the
schedule. Ursula and Yvonne told me the author doesn’t usually have much to say
about the tour scheduling.”
“I had
something they wanted,” Fox said.
Looking at
him suspiciously, Alex said, “What did you do, Fox?”
“Don’t
worry, I’m not giving head to the entire publishing team,” Fox said with a
laugh, “Since the first book, they wanted me to sign an extension on my
contract. I wanted to sign on for three books, they
wanted five…so…”
“You signed
for five books? But Fox, you said that three was more than enough, that it took
longer than you thought, and it kept you from doing things you wanted to, and
that…”
Fox, but a
finger on Alex’s lips to keep him from continuing, and said, “I know I said all
that, and I meant it…at the time.”
“Five
books…” Alex said.
“Four, we
compromised,” Fox said, “I wanted three, they wanted five, and I told them I
would do four only if I had my way on the schedule. We agreed to all terms, and
now we are spending three weeks touring
“Oh, Fox,”
Alex said, overcome with emotion. “I don’t deserve it, not after what I said to
you.”
“That’s all
in the past,” Fox said, hugging him tightly.
“I take it
you told him,” Walter said, as he entered the room.
“Yeah,” Fox
said, smiling at him.
Alex turned
to face Walter, “Do you know how wonderful this man is?”
Walter
smiled, and said, “I have a vague idea. Are you happy?”
“What do you
think,” Alex said, giving them a blinding smile, “We are going to
End of Part
2