Title: Apollo 4, Chapter 15, Part 1 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: January 17, 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 theFox Network.
Series: Greek Gods
Summary: The Gunmen help Alex find the fourth
clone.
NOTE: Thank you to Ursula, for the quick
beta job.
NOTE2: This one I dedicate to Lady Midath.
I hope your son gets well soon, and you start writing again. I miss your
stories. No pressure though. <BG>
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Apollo 4 (God
of Brothers)
Chapter 15
Olympic
"Where is everybody?" Zeus asked his
daughter Artemis, the sole occupant of the room, as he entered the conference
room.
"Apollo called, and said since they were all
having such a good time in
DVD player.
"What are you doing here then?" Zeus
asked.
"Well, someone had to show you how to work the
machine," she said, with a cheeky grin.
"Very funny," the King of the Gods said,
with a smirk, "How about we play it on my laptop on the plane ride back to
"Cool," Artemis said grinning, "Too
bad we can't just zap places like we used to. With the level of our current
powers, we'd be lucky not to end up somewhere in
"Yes, but at least we have our own jet,"
Zeus said, and held the door open for her.
***
Skinner-Mulder-Krycek Residence
February 19th
"Walter, come
here," Fox said, as he stood by the kitchen door.
"What is it,
Fox?" Walter asked, as he put another dish in the dishwasher, "I want
to get the kitchen finished before we go skating."
"I know, I
know," Fox said, waiving his hand, "Just come here a sec, and keep
quiet."
With a roll of his eyes,
and a put upon sigh, Walter followed his lover out of the kitchen, and towards
the living room. He was about to speak, but saw Fox put a finger to his lips,
asking to him to be silent. A moment later he saw what Fox was looking at and
had to smile.
Alex was on the couch,
but as he lay on his back, all that could be seen from where Fox and Walter
stood, was his upraised hand. It was obvious that he was admiring the two gold
bands on his ring finger.
"I do. I. Do. I
will…I do," Alex was saying, as he moved his hand from side to side,
apparently trying to get a better angle. "I do."
Motioning for Walter to
go back towards the kitchen, Fox followed him.
"How long has he
been doing that?" Walter asked when they were both out of Alex's earshot.
"For at least the
last fifteen minutes," Fox said, smiling, "I went upstairs after
breakfast, while you were cleaning, and when I came down, I heard him. It's so
cute."
"Yes, but don’t say
anything. He would be embarrassed," Walter warned.
"Who would be
embarrassed about what?" Alex asked, as he entered the kitchen.
"Uhm…Langly,"
Fox said, and groaned when he heard Walter say 'John'.
"Which is it?
Langly, or John?" Alex asked, confused.
"Langly," Fox
said, after looking at Walter, "Langly said something about John, and
Walter told me not to say anything, or Doggett would be embarrassed."
"What he say?"
Alex asked, picking up an apple, and taking a bite.
"Who?" Fox
asked.
"Langly. What did
he say about John?" Alex said, "What's with you guys?"
"Nothing,
we…uhm…just thought that it was funny, what Langly said," Walter said.
"Which I still
don’t know what it is," Alex said.
"He said,
that…uhm…that he thought John was hot, and that if he ever thought of dumping
Scully, maybe he would go for a blond instead of a red-head," Fox said
quickly, "I told Walter, and he said not to tell John, or he would be embarrassed."
"That would be
pretty embarrassing," Alex agreed, "So you guys ready to go
skating?"
"Yes, can't
wait," Walter said, "Why don’t you go get our skates, they are in the
front hall closet. I just want to turn the dishwasher on."
"'Kay," Alex
said, and headed out.
"That was a pretty
impressive lie, Fox," Walter said, as soon as Alex was gone.
"I had a lot of
practice with the 302…hey!" Fox said, as Walter's hand impacted on his
bottom.
"Remember who used
to sign those 302's," Walter said, giving him a mild glare.
"Oh, yeah,"
Fox said with a grin, "Let's not keep our rat waiting."
"It's not like the
ice is going to melt," Walter said, and followed him out.
***
"I feel like a
Popsicle," Fox said, shivering as the threesome ran into the master bedroom.
"More like a
Foxsicle," Alex said with a laugh, as he began to take off the layers of
clothing he wore, "I thought you said you knew how to skate. You were on
your butt more than on
your feet."
"It’s been a
while," Fox said, continuing to stand there shivering.
"Fox, take off
those wet things; you'll warm up quicker. I set the heater to
seventy-six," Walter said.
"I'm too
cold," Fox said, "Help me."
"Oh, for Pete's
sake," Walter said, rolling his eyes at the melodrama, "Come
here," he added pulling on Fox's scarf to bring him closer. "You just
like it when we strip you."
"Can't say that I
blame him," Alex said, and moved to stand behind Fox, and began helping
Walter undress him.
"Sit on the bed, so
we can take your boots, and pants off," Walter said, gently pushing him
backwards.
"God bless
you," Fox said, dramatically, "God bless you both."
"You are such a
drama princess," Alex said, chuckling as he pulled down Fox's pants.
Fox lifted his head of
the bed, and said, "Only a princess? I thought it was drama queen."
"Walter is the
queen, you and I are just princesses," Alex said, laughing, as he tried to
avoid Walter's hand coming towards him, "Just kidding, Big Guy."
"You better
be," Walter said, with a growl, "I’m no queen. I'm a Marine."
"Marine, queen,
they kinda rhyme," Fox said, "Hey, hey,
just kidding, stop tick…tickling me."
"You are both
brats, and just for that I'm taking a shower alone," Walter said, dropping
Fox's left leg, and turning to walk towards the bathroom.
Fox looked at Alex, who
was looking back at him, both wearing expression ns of disbelief,
"Waaaalter," they both yelled as they rushed behind him.
***
"You are
mean," Alex said with a pout as he watched Walter dry himself.
"Mean. Queen. They rhyme," Walter said, trying to keep his
shoulders from shaking with laughter, while his back was turned at his two
pouting lovers.
"We said we were
sorry, we were just kidding," Fox said, not trying to keep the whine out
of his voice, "Besides, it was Alex who called you a Queen, not me."
"Traitor,"
Alex whispered harshly, as he jabbed an elbow into Fox's side, "You are
the one that said Queen and Marine rhymed."
"Boys,
enough," Walter said, as he dropped the towel, and turned around.
The bickering came to a
screeching halt as the two younger men caught sight of the Walter's impressive
erection.
"Uhm…Walter, can
you please, please, please forgive us," Alex said, licking his lips, and
looking at Walter through lowered lashes.
"Yes, please
Walter, we'll be good," Fox said, nodding vigorously.
"I rather you be bad, actually," Walter said, "Come here."
They didn’t need further encouragement, and simultaneously rushed Walter, who
had strategically positioned himself next to the bed.
The trio tumbled onto
the bed, and before he even knew what was happening, Walter found himself in
the middle of a human sandwich, with him as the ham. Fox was at his back,
spooning close behind him, and Alex was in front of him, raining kisses all
over his face, and working his way slowly downwards.
"Lift your leg a
bit, Big Guy," Fox whispered in his ear, before he took a nip at Walter's
ear.
Walter complied by
lifting his top leg, and giving Fox better access. He groaned, and shuddered
slightly as he felt the squirt of lube between his buttocks. Seconds later, he
groaned again as he felt Fox's long fingers penetrate him. His focus went from
what was happening behind him, to what was happening to his cock,
Alex concluded his trip down Walter's front when he reached his erection.
"Oh, Gods,"
was all he could managed as Alex's talented tongue flicked over the sensitive
head of his penis.
He grunted, and grit his
teeth as Fox slipped inside him. He reached back with his right hand, and
grabbing Fox's hip, urged him deeper. His left hand, meanwhile, came to rest at
the back of Alex's head, and gently began stroking the long, sable hair. He
could feel Fox kissing the back of his neck, and he sighed deeply at the
tickling sensation. His next reaction was a gasp of surprise as Alex ran his
tongue the length of his shaft, and then blew gently on the heated head.
For the next few minutes
the threesome moved as a well-oiled machine. If there were an Olympic event in
synchronized fucking, they would take the gold.
Walter felt Fox shiver a
second before his young lover released his load into him. This triggered
Walter's own orgasm, and he was soon shooting into Alex's mouth.
"That was
incredible," Walter managed to say after a minute, "But…we
haven't…taken care of Alex yet."
"Don't worry, I had
a free hand," Alex said, waiving his hand in the air. "I'm
fine."
"Are we
forgiven?" Fox asked, as he wrapped his arm tightly across Walter's chest,
and hugged him closer.
"Oh, yeah,"
Walter said, with a sappy grin on his face.
Alex slid up Walter's
front until he was face to face with his lover. "You are so cute when you
grin like that."
"Like what?"
Walt said, still grinning.
"It's your, 'I just
got fucked, and loved it' grin," Fox supplied helpfully.
"Oh, that
grin," Walter said, "I thought it was my, 'I just tricked my two sexy
lovers into fucking me stupid' grin."
"So you weren't
really mad that we called you a queen?" Alex said, pulling his head back
enough to look into Walter's face.
"Of course
not," Walter said, "I just wanted you to feel guilty enough to do
what you did."
"Oh, you did, did
you?" Fox said, and looked over Walter's head at Alex. Nodding slightly,
and receiving a nod in return, he pushed Walter's shoulder until the older man
was face down on the bed.
"HEY!" Walter
shouted in surprise, not having expected the move.
"So you thought it
would be funny to trick us, did you?" Alex said, and landed a spank on the
upturned bottom.
"Ouch, it was…owwww, it was a joke guys, stop," Walter tried to
yell, but his words were partially muffled by the pillow. "OOOOOhhh, ouch….ouch."
"I hope this
teaches you a lesson, young man," Fox said, as he alternated his spanks
with Alex's, each one working on a separate, formerly pale globe.
"I'm sorry, I'm
sorry, I'll be good," Walter said, trying to stop from laughing, as the
boys alternated spanking him, and tickling him.
With a final, smarting
spank to the now glowing red bottom, Fox said, "You better be. There is
two of us, and only one of you."
"Yeah," Alex
said, and when both his lovers looked at him, he added, "What?"
"Yeah?
That was witty," Fox said, grinning.
"Hey, Fox, you
still cold," Walter said, as he rolled onto his back.
"Nope, all warm,
and sweaty now," Fox said, sliding down the bed to snuggle close to his
lover.
Doing the same on
Walter's other side, Alex said, "So what are we doing tonight? Any ideas?"
"Haven't
thought that far," Fox said, "I have to call the publicist, so we can
discuss the upcoming book tour and the Gunmen called."
"What did they have
to say?" Walter asked.
"They were checking
on some stuff they wanted me to take a look at," Fox said, shrugging.
"What about your
brothers?" Walter asked, turning to face Alex.
"
"How
about dinner tonight? Do you want to see if Dana and John have plans?
We could invite them for dinner," Walter suggested.
"Great idea,"
Fox said, and then yawned, "But could we do that later, I'm sleepy."
"Awww, poor baby," Walter said, "But shouldn’t we
clean up first?"
"I’m too comfy, I
don’t want to move," Fox said, snuggling further down under the covers.
"As long as you
don’t whine about getting stuck to the sheets again," Alex said.
"I don’t
whine," Fox said, doing just that, and when I realized what he had done,
he quickly added, "Much."
"Okay, you two,
let's take a quick nap, and then we'll call Dana and John," Walter said.
"Can we ask the
Gunmen over as well," Fox said, "I'm sure they want to the see the
boys."
"Sure, good
idea," Walter said.
***
"A cookout in the
middle of February, not too bad," John Doggett said, as he handed Walter a
plate of steaks.
"I'm glad that Fox
insisted on closing out the back patio with glass,” Walter said, as he flipped
over the hamburgers. “This smokeless grill is fantastic too. We are thinking of
adding a pool for this summer.”
“Great idea,” John said,
“We’ll wait a while to do that, at least until the boys are older, and we can
teach them to swim.”
“And when the new baby
comes you’ll teach him, or her as well,” Walter said, grinning when John
unconsciously puffed out his chest at the mention on the baby.
“Due date is the first
week of July,” John said, “So maybe by summer of next year we’ll teach them.”
“Hey, John, can you ask
Alex for the barbeque sauce,” Walter said, holding up an empty bottle of sauce,
“This one was only half full. I think he is in the kitchen with Langly working
on the vegetables.”
“Sure thing, Walt,” John
said, “Can I get you a beer while I’m at it?”
“Wouldn’t turn you
down,” Walter said with a nod.
***
“Don’t cut them too big,
or they’ll take to long to roast,” Langly said, as he watched Alex cut up the
vegetables, “No, that’s too thin.”
“Who are you? Goldilocks?” Alex said, exasperated by the constant direction.
“Oh, I guess you are,” he added with a smirk.
“Funny, you are a funny
dude,” Langly said, smirking back.
“Hey guys,” John said,
as he entered the kitchen, “Walter sent me for another bottle of barbeque
sauce.”
“Top shelf over that
counter,” Alex said, pointing with the knife he had been using to cut the vegetables.
He glanced at Langly, and noticed that the blond was looking at Doggett.
“How long before the
veggies are done, so I can tell Walt,” John said, as he retrieved the bottle of
sauce.
“If I don’t get any more
interruptions,” Alex said, looking pointedly at Langly, “Another ten minutes,
give or take.”
“Okay, I’ll tell him,”
John said, and left.
“You know, he and Dana
are very happy together,” Alex said, as he began to cut up the zucchini he had
been working on before.
“Yeah, they are a good
match,” Langly said, nodding, “We all thought she and Mulder would be the ones,
but I guess it was not in the cards.”
“I don’t think Mulder
did too bad, do you?” Alex said, glancing sideways at the other man.
“No way dude, he is
lucky to have you, and the Big Guy,” Langly said, “You are good for him.”
Putting down the knife,
Alex took a good look at the blond man. He had always thought that Mulder’s
friends were just a bunch of kooks, but it seemed that they were also very good
friends.
“Mind if I give you a
little advice? You can tell me to butt out,” Alex said, after a moment of
hesitation. He had been told by both his lovers not to mention anything about
their conversation from that morning to either Langly or Doggett.
“About
what?” Langly said, looking at him suspiciously.
“I am one of the lucky
ones,” Alex said, “I lusted after two men for years, didn’t think I would ever
get them, but I did. But it doesn’t always work that way. I…I just don’t want
you to get your hopes up.”
“What the hell are you
talking about, dude?” Langly said, looking totally confused.
“I know,” Alex said
simply, “Fox told me.”
“Mulder, what did he
tell you?” Langly said, still confused.
“He…he said, he said,
that you have a thing for John,” Alex said, hesitantly.
“Byers?
He is straight as an arrow,” Langly said, with a chuckle, “Me and Frohike,
that’s another story.”
“No,
not Byers. Doggett. Fox said you
had a thing for…you, and Frohike?” Alex said, astonished.
“Doggett?
You think I have a thing for the Dogman?” Langly
said, his eyes widening in surprise. “Why would you think that?”
“Fox told me, he and
Walter were talking this morning,” Alex said, “And when I came into the
kitchen, they stopped. When I asked what they were talking about, they said
that John would be embarrassed if he knew you have a crush on him.”
“You
what?” John Doggett exclaimed as he re-entered the
kitchen.
“Oh Gods,” Alex said,
rolling his eyes, “You weren’t supposed to hear that. What are you doing here
anyway? You just left.”
“Forgot the beer for
Walter,” John said, “Don’t change the subject. What do you mean Langly has a
thing for me.”
“I don’t, dude chill
out,” Langly said, and then thinking about it, added, “Hey, and what would be so
bad about that anyway?”
“Nothing, but I just
don’t swing that way,” John said, grinning at the outraged look on Langly’s
face. “So, Alex, how did you come to this conclusion?”
“By way of a big, fat
lie, from my two lovers, it seems,” Alex said, frowning. He quickly explained
to Doggett what had transpired that morning. “I just don’t know why they would
tell me such a thing.”
“Maybe because they were
actually talking about you, and they didn’t want you to know,” John said, and Langly
nodded in agreement.
“You think?” Alex said,
“I still can’t believe it though.”
“Want to get even?” John
said, his eyes shining with mischief.
“Why John Doggett, I
didn’t think you had a sly bone in your body,” Alex said grinning at him. “What
do you have in mind?
***
Not to arouse suspicion,
Langly left the kitchen first, and walked over to where Byers and Frohike where
working on their laptop. Doggett followed a couple of minutes later, and went
to join Dana in the couch for a moment before taking Walter his beer. Finally
Alex came out with the plate of vegetables, and headed for the patio.
“Hey, Fox, where were
you?” Alex asked, as he saw his other lover had finally joined them.
“I was on the phone with
my publicist,” Fox said, taking the plate off Alex’s hands, and giving him a
quick kiss. “He was giving me an idea of the travel schedule for the book
tour.”
Alex rolled his eyes,
and said, “I hope you told him you didn’t want to be gone weeks at a time, like
the last time.”
“I did, don’t worry,”
Fox assured him, and smiled at Walter who gave him an approving nod.
“We are ready with the
food,” Walter said, after another moment, “Let’s get this in to the hungry
masses.”
A few moments later, the
group of friends was seated comfortably around the living room. If Fox or
Walter noticed that Langly had chosen to sit next to John Doggett on the couch,
they didn’t say anything.
But when Langly threw
his arm over the back of the couch, and gently ran his finger over Doggett’s
shoulder, both Fox and Walter’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. They looked at
each other, and then at the rest of the group, but no one seemed to have
noticed.
“So, Fox, where's your
first stop on the tour?” Frohike asked, before he took a big bite from his
burger.
“It’ll start here in the
East Coast, but then we are going international this time,” Fox said, trying to
look at his friend, and at the same time glancing back to the trio on the
couch. “Uhm…we talked about Europe, and even
“Sounds great,” John
Byers said, “I hear it is a wonderful place.”
“Will you guys go with
him this time?” Dana asked directing his question to Alex and Walter, who were
seated together on the love seat. As she spoke, she slid a hand onto her
husband’s knee, and gave it a little squeeze.
“We’ve talked about it,”
Walter said, “We were just waiting for the proposed schedule.” He took a sip of
his beer and almost spit it out, when he saw John’s hand slip between his leg
and Langly’s thigh.
“Walter? Are you okay,”
Alex asked innocently, as he patted his lover on the back.
“Fine, fine,” Walter
said, giving him a weak smile.
“These burgers are
great, dude,” Langly said, “Don’t you think, John?”
Doggett turned slightly
towards the blond, and smiling said, “They are excellent, but not as good as
the ones you made the other night.”
“Thanks, dude,” Langly
said, managing to blush.
“You…you made…you made
burgers the other night?” Fox said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Oh, yes,” Dana said,
“Ringo is over at the house quiet often. He is great with the boys. All three of them.”
”What do you mean?” Walter said.
“Ringo, and I have
become very close friends,” John said, and smiled at Langly, who was smiling
sweetly back at him.
“Okay, what is going on
here?” Walter said, coming to his feet.
“What do you mean,
Walt?” Doggett asked, confused.
“This…this… whatever it
is,” Fox said, jumping to his feet to stand next to Walter, “Langly has his
fingers on your shoulder, you…you have your hand on his leg…he is coming…what?”
he stopped in mid-rant when he heard laughter behind him. Turning to face Alex,
who was still sitting on the love seat, laughing so hard he was holding his
stomach. “What are you laughing at?”
“Your…your
face…faces,” Alex managed to gasp out between giggles, “Your face, I wish I had
a camera.”
“What are you talking
about, Alexei?” Walter said, glaring at the younger man.
“Walter,
why are you surprised? Aren’t you the one that told Alex, Langly
has a crush on me?” Doggett said, trying unsuccessfully to keep from grinning.
“Oh, shit,” Walter said,
and dropped his head onto his hands.
“Fuck,” Fox said, just
as vehemently.
“Gotcha,” Alex said,
grinning. “You guys are so busted. You lied to me this morning. You are in so
much trouble.”
“But so are you, little
man,” Walter said, giving him an evil grin.
“Me? What did I do?”
Alex said, his eyes going wide at the grin, and the matching one that was
blooming on Fox’s face.
“Didn’t we give you
specific instructions, not to tell John or Langly,” Walter asked, “And the only
way you could have pulled this little charade off, was if the two of them knew
about our conversation. And by the way, how did you three know to play along.”
“While you were busy
with the burgers, John told Dana, and I told the guys,” Langly said, “I have to
tell you, this was fun. Your faces, dudes, talk about shock.”
“Don’t think my heart
has started beating again yet,” Walter said, pounding his fist lightly over his
heart. “You got us good,” he added as he grinned at Alex.
“So, that’s means I’m
off the hook?” Alex asked, his voice hopeful.
“Not on your life,” Fox
said, smiling widely, “But as we're also in trouble with you, we can call it
even.”
“We’ll talk about it
later,” Walter said, and looking around the room, added, “When we have less of
an audience.”
Everyone laughed, and
went back to their meal. They talked about a variety of topics, until Alex
said, “Hey, guys, your computer is making some weird noises back there.”
Frohike looked at his
cohorts, and said, “The report must be ready. Come on, let’s take a look.”
“What’s all this anyway?”
Fox asked as he followed his friends towards the table they had set up their
computer equipment on.
“This is what we told
you we wanted to show you,” Byers said, “We’ve been working on a face
recognition program. We’ve fed it pictures of known Consortium members still at
large, and set it up so it does a scan of all the major newspapers, and news
sources, to see if we can find a match.”
“The FBI has similar
equipment,” Walter said, “It runs continuous searches.”
“Yes, but we’ve expanded
ours to include lesser known media,” Frohike said.
“So what does that have
to do with us?” Fox asked.
“We fed Krycek’s picture
in,” Langly said, “Figured we could find his missing brothers.”
“Why didn’t we think of
that?” Walter exclaimed, “That is a great idea, guys.”
“I…I can’t believe you
did this,” Alex said, surprised, “That you’d go through all this trouble.”
“No sweat, dude,” Langly
said, typing away at the computer, “That is what friends are for.”
“I’m beginning to see
that,” Alex said quietly, as Fox wrapped his arms around him, and gave him a
gentle hug.
“So, you come up with
anything?” Scully asked, as she looked over Langly’s shoulder.
“Well, it seems that all
of Krycek’s brothers are as mysterious as he is. We put in as many pictures
from Alex, that we could get our hands on, from every possible different angel,
to make the search easier, and we didn’t come up with as big a list of hits as
we expected. There are about a three hundred hits here, with only fifty at over
eighty percent probability.”
“What does that mean?”
Alex said.
“Everyone shares some
physical traits, even if they don’t look exactly alike, so we get hits with
lower probabilities. The higher the probability, the higher the chance that the
picture that was found was of someone that looked like you. We have to look at
the hits individually, and first determine it is not a picture of you, one that
was not on the original set of pictures we downloaded for comparison. That
could cut the list down a bit.”
“When can we look at the
pictures?” Alex asked, excitedly.
“We’ll leave you the
computer,” Byers said, “You can take a look at them at your leisure. We can
follow any leads you come up with from there.”
”Thank you, guys,” Fox said sincerely.
“No problem,” Langly
said, “Do you want to see the hit with the ninety-two percent probability?”
“Nine-two?
Unless that is a picture of Alex, or one of the other three, that’s a pretty
good chance that it is one of the missing two,” Doggett said, “Do you want to
see it, Alex?”
“I…I don’t know,” Alex
said, suddenly nervous. “I guess.”
“You don’t have to, if
you aren’t ready,” Walter said, putting his hand on Alex’s head, stroking the
younger man’s hair gently.
“Go ahead,” Alex said,
with more conviction, “Bring it up.”
The group waited a few
seconds as the page downloaded. “It’s from an Australian periodical,” Langly
said, as it came up, and then began to read the article, “Family of five is
rescued by good Samaritan as their boat sinks off the coast of Broome, in
“That’s all it says? No
name?” Alex said, gnawing on his lip.
“That’s it, but there is
a picture,” Langly said, “It’s not very good, but good enough to get a
ninety-two percent probability.”
“Can you enlarge it?”
Doggett asked, and when Langly complied he added, “I’d say that’s pretty
close.”
On the screen was a
picture of a man of Alex’s build, leaning over the side of a boat, handing down
a child of about three to another man on the beach. The man’s face was turned
slightly towards the camera, and although his hair was long, and it hung around
his face, there was enough of it to see that the man very closely resembled
Alex Krycek.
“But how are we ever
going to find him?” Alex asked, “We don’t have a name, just a location, and we
don’t even know if he is from there.
“We actually do have a
name,” Fox said, “Weston. We’ll start with the family.”
“Langly, when is the article
from?” Dana asked.
“December last year,
right after Christmas,” the blond computer expert said, “Something called
Boxing Day. What the hell is that?”
“It’s what the
twenty-sixth of December is called in several countries,” Fox said, “It
supposedly comes from the day that the church opened the alms boxes, and
distributed the money to the needy.”
“I thought it was
because that is the day everyone got rid of the boxes Christmas present came
in,” Frohike said, which earned him a look of disbelief from the others.
“This is all very
interesting, guys,” Alex said, slightly annoyed, “But how does this help me
find this guy and verify he is really one of my brothers.”
“There’s not much we can do tonight,” Walter said, “We’ll start fresh in the
morning.”
“But…”Alex began to
argue.
“No buts, Alex,” Walter
said, “We have company, and I for one would like to finish dinner. Then we’ll
go to bed, and in the morning we’ll start digging into the information.”
“And the first thing I’m
going to do is call my publicist to make sure Australia, and especially Perth,
is in my book tour,” Fox said, which made Alex smile.
“Guys, thank you for all
your help getting this lead,” Walter said, to the Gunmen.
“No prob,
Big Dude,” Langly said, as he shut down the computer, after making sure he
bookmarked the page.
“Yes, thank you, this is
the first lead we’ve had in a long time,” Alex said, sincerely.
“No prob,
Little Dude,” Langly said, and smiled at Alex’s frown at the nickname.
“I guess that makes me
Medium Dude?” Fox said laughing.
“Okay,” Walter said,
clapping his hands together, “Let’s get back to dinner. I’ll throw a couple of
more burgers on the grill, and then we can dig into that chocolate cake Dana
made.”
“Do we have any
Pepto-Bismol?” Fox said, and then added “Owww,” when
Scully swatted him.
***
Later, when the three
lovers were getting ready for bed, Alex said, “
“We could make it a
pre-honeymoon,” Fox said, as he jumped in bed next to his younger lover, and
snuggled closer to him.
“Everywhere we go
together is like a honeymoon,” Alex said, as he felt Fox’s arms wrap around
him.
“You say the sweetest
things,” Walter said, joining his lovers. “Now that I’m not working full time,
we can do more traveling together. Fox, you won’t have to go on your book tour
alone again.”
“I’m up for that,” Mulder
said smiling, “And you know what else I’m up for?” he added, stressing the word
up.
“When aren’t you up for
it?” Walter said, with a chuckle.
“Like you are so pious,
Mister Big Dude,” Fox said, smiling back.
“Speaking of being
pious,” Alex said, “There is that little issue of the two of you lying to me.”
“You really want to
discuss that, instead of having sex?” Walter said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
“I didn’t say that,”
Alex said innocently, “I just said…”
”We can call it even, since you did also break your word that you wouldn’t tell
John or Langly what we said,” Fox said.
“Okay,” Alex said after
a moment’s thought, “But, what were you talking about when I came into the
kitchen. It was about me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” Fox said, after
glancing over Alex’s shoulder at Walter, and receiving a small nod, “I saw you
this morning on the couch. You were looking up at the rings on your finger, and
saying ‘I do’ over and over. I went to get Walter, and we watched you for a
couple of minutes. We thought you would be embarrassed if you knew. I’m sorry
we lied.”
“Me too,” Walter said,
“We just didn’t want you to be embarrassed.”
“I understand,” Alex said,
blushing slightly, “You are forgiven. Am I?”
“Well, your intentions
in telling Langly were noble, so I guess we can forgive you,” Walter said,
“What do you say, Fox?”
”I say, we get to the ‘they lived happily ever after’ part of the story,” Fox said
grabbing Alex’s penis, and stroking it slowly.
“And what does that
entail?” Walter asked, “Asked, as if I didn’t know.”
“You are a smart guy, Walter,
I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon,” Fox said, as he dove under the covers.
“AAAAAH,” Alex yelled a
moment later, as his penis was engulfed by Mulder’s mouth.
“Oh, I think I get the
picture,” Walter said, as he leaned forward, and captured Alex’s mouth with a
deep kiss.
Alex, wrapped hiss arms
around Walter, and pulled him closer, and moaned into the kiss, as Fox
continued to suck him.
Walter, broke the kiss,
and began to kiss Alex’s ear, and worked his way down toward the Russian’s
exposed chest. Reaching the right nipple, he began to suck on it with gusto.
Alex threw his head
back, and tried not too scream at the dual attack. He could feel the orgasm
build as Fox expertly licked, and sucked, and as Walter was demonstrating his
excellent technique in the nipple sucking area, he knew it would not be long
before he found climax.
Walter’s hand came up,
and began stroking Alex’s other nipple, pinching it, and rolling gently between
his fingers. This was the younger man’s undoing, and he yelled as his orgasm
ripped through him.
Fox managed to capture
all of Alex’s seed, and then licked his lips as he lifted his head.
“Oh, Jezzus,
that was incredible,” Alex said, panting as he tried to get his breath back.
“Did you guys…plan that…the double te…teaming.”
“Kinda,”
Fox said, rolling to a sitting position, and then stretching himself alongside
Alex, “We figured it would take your mind off being mad at us for lying to
you.”
“But I forgave you
before we made love,” Alex said, snuggling between his lovers.
“You complaining, pal?” Walter
asked, brushing the bangs off Alex’s sweaty forehead.
“No,
sir, not complaining,” Alex said, grinning, “But
you two haven’t gotten off yet.”
“Any
suggestions?” Fox said, waggling his eyebrows.
“I was the happy
recipient of your ministrations this morning, so I believe it’s your turn,” Walter
said.
Bouncing on his butt,
and clapping his hands, like a child at Christmas, Fox said, “Goody, I love
when I’m the ham in the sandwich.”
“Get over here, funny
man,” Walter said, as he grabbed Fox’s shoulder, and dragged him forward, as
Alex rolled under Fox.
“I’m young, and cute,
but I can’t get it up that quickly,” Alex said, grinning, “So that means I’m on
penis detail…not that I mind on bit.”
“And I have a friend who
wants to say hi to your prostate,” Walter said, as he coated his erection with
lube.
Fox’s eyes glittered
with anticipation, as he said, “Your friend is always welcome at my back door.”
”Roll over on your side, baby,” Walter instructed, and once Fox had complied,
slipped a finger into the younger man’s opening, and began to slowly stretch
him.
“Oh, that feels nice,”
Fox said, as he reached back, and ran a hand down Walter’s strong leg. “Oh,
that too,” he added as Alex began to kiss his chest, and lick a trail down
towards his navel.
“Knock, knock, I’m
coming in,” Walter said, as he gently, but swiftly pushed the head of his penis
into Fox.
“Aaaah,”
Fox moaned, and arched his back slightly, before pushing back again, and
driving Walter deeper into him. “Ooooh, nice,
welcome…welcome in, nice…nice to aaaaah, nice to feel
you again.”
“You are awful chatty,” Walter
said, stroking Fox’s arm, “I think I’m doing something wrong.”
“Here, let me help,”
Alex said, moving back up on the bed, so he was face to face with Fox, “I’ll
keep him quiet,” he said, as he captured his lover’s mouth in a deep, bruising
kiss.
Walter began to rock
slowly in, and out of Mulder’s tight hole, each time aiming for the spot that
would make his lover whimper, and moan.
Each whimper, and each
moan, was effectively swallowed by Alex’s kisses.
Walter, reached over
Fox’s hip, and captured the younger man’s erection, and began to slowly stroke
it.
Fox felt as if he had
hit the trifecta. Walter was stroking both his penis and his prostate as Alex
was plundering his mouth. He was in seventh heaven, but the sensation overload
was close to undoing him.
He managed to hang for a
full five minutes before he climaxed all over Walter’s hand, triggering the
older man’s orgasm, when his rectum contracted around Walter’s erection.
“Not so chatty now, are
you?” Alex said, smugly, as he looked down at the sated face of his love.
“Wha…”
Fox said, sleepily. “Love you.”
“Love you too, Foxlet,” Alex said, and kissed his nose. “I think he is out
for the count,” he added, looking at Walter’s smiling face.
“I’ll get something to
clean us up,” Walter said, pulling out of Fox, and rolling out of the bed.
Minutes later, they were
all clean, and snug in the bed, Fox still in the middle. “Good night, Walter,”
Alex said, around a jaw breaking yawn.
“Good night, love,” Walter
said, as he snapped the light off.
***
February 20th
“Where you
going?” Walter asked, his voice heavy with sleep, as he cracked one eye
open, and watched Fox tiptoe towards the door.
“Alex got up a while ago, and he
hasn’t come back,” Fox said softly, “I’m going to check on him.”
“You are such a mother hen,” Walter
said, with a yawn, but pushed the covers off himself, and rolled out of bed to
join his lover. Grabbing his robe off the chair, he quickly put it on, and
walked to where Fox was standing.
“And you are not?” Fox said, grinning
at him.
The pair made their
to the hallway, and headed towards Fox’s office, where they could see
the light under the door. Fox opened the door slowly, and peered in, and then
turned back to Walter, and signaled for him to be quiet.
They entered the room, to find Alex
asleep at the computer, his head pillowed on his arms.
“He is researching
“Or a rat with a piece of cheese,” Walter
said, with a grin, and then added, “Alexei, hon, come
to bed.”
“Wha?” Alex said, slowly coming awake. “Oh,
I guess I fell asleep. I…didn’t think I was here that long.”
“Couldn’t this have waited until
morning?” Fox asked, helping him to his feet. “
“But my brother might not,” Alex said,
and allowed himself to be led back towards the bedroom. “I don’t want to wait
too long to find out.”
“We understand,” Walter said, “We’ll
do everything we can to get you there soon, but we have to take it easy.”
“What do you mean?” Alex said, as they
climbed back into bed.
“The story said that the man didn’t
want to be identified,” Walter said, “Maybe he doesn’t want to be found.”
”I…I hadn’t thought about that,” Alex said, biting his lower lip.
“But you have Fox, and I on your
side,” Walter said, “If you hadn’t heard, we worked for the FBI. We are pretty
good investigators.”
“We managed to find you,” Fox said,
wrapping his arms around Alex.
“Yeah, but I wanted you to find me,”
Alex said with a grin, that morphed into huge yawn.
“Good thing for us then, that you are
easy,” Walter said, poking Alex on the ribs, making the younger man giggle, then
added more seriously, “We promise, Alex, we’ll do everything to help you find
your brother.”
“I know,” Alex said, sincerely, “I
know you will, because you love me.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Fox said,
kissing him on the forehead. “Now, go to sleep. You need your energy for web
surfing in the morning.”
“Fox? Why is Walter
clucking?”
End of Part
1