Life from the Ashes Book 2 - Hope and Faith
Chapter 20B
Second Chancesby Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.net***
Viva Towers, Crystal City
Friday, September 10
7:30 a.m.Agent Jared Austin, pounded on the door to Lars Johnson's apartment. "C'mon, Lars, Sullivan's waiting down in the garage for us!"
"Hold your pants on, Jared, I'm coming," he replied, opening the door, he stepped into the hallway.
Austin stepped back and stared at the younger agent in surprise. Johnson had on a new suit, new tie, polished shoes, new hair cut, and a manicure. "This isn't a date, Lars."
"You're a fine one to talk, Jared . . . what is that cologne you're drenched in?" Johnson inquired, pushing the garage level button on the elevator.
"Stetson. Do you think it's too strong?" he asked, sniffing himself.
"A bit. Look, we both know he's not attached to anyone, yet. I think it would be better for this country if I were his lover. After all, I'm a sorcerer and we can produce female offspring together, where you could not," Johnson reasoned.
"Forget it, Lars. May the best man *me* win," Austin smirked, walking up to Sullivan's SUV and climbing in the front seat.
"Jack, you've met Hans Schatz . . . what's he like?" Johnson asked from the backseat.
"He a sweet kid, who's been through hell and back. He doesn't need the two of you fighting over him," Sullivan admonished, turning the SUV onto the highway heading for Foxfire Glenn Estate.
"Jack, he's an immortal, he needs a sorcerer in his life to protect him and produce female offspring with," Johnson reasoned from the back seat.
Sullivan rolled his eyes. "Lars, he has five sorcerers on the estate to protect him and it's his decision if he wants to become romantically involved. Don't come on too strong, he needs time to adjust to his new life here," he advised.
"Don't worry, Jack, I'll try not to scare him," the young agent promised.
They arrived at the estate fifty minutes later. Sullivan stopped short of the basketball court where six men were playing. "Hey, Guys, long time," Sullivan greeted exiting the car.
"Jack, it's good to see you again," MacIver replied.
"Good morning, Jack," Takeda greeted, smiling. He passed the basketball to Hawk.
"Mulder will be out in a second. Jack, you and the others have been doing a remarkable job on the Amaranthine case," Hunter replied leaning against the car he nodded to the other two agents. "Lars, Jared."
"Thanks, Gabriel," Sullivan replied, sighing he decided to get the introductions over with. "Agents Lars Johnson and Jared Austin, I'd like to introduce Joe Hawk, Justin Blaise, Shinji Takeda, Rory MacIver, and Hans Schatz," he stated nodding to each man in turn.
The two agents exchanged handshakes with the four immortals and one sorcerer. They were at a loss for words; with the exception of Schatz who was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt all of the other immortals had on shorts and were shirtless. Neither man was ever going to forget this experience. Johnson had just gotten his courage up to speak when Mulder ran out of the front door of the mansion.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Hans, you ready?" Mulder asked, heading for the car.
Jared Austin went to hold the front passenger door open for him, but Mulder climbed into the backseat and slid to the middle, allowing Schatz the window seat. Johnson slid in next to Mulder, and Austin reluctantly took the front passenger seat. Sullivan smirked at him, and put the car in reverse. Turning around, he headed for the hospital.
"Did you hear the reports that Senator Mooney has stepped down, Mulder?" Sullivan asked.
"I read about it in the newspaper this morning, Jack. If this new treatment proves to be affective, I'd like to celebrate the news of Mooney's resignation tomorrow. Would you and Noah be free to come to the estate tomorrow afternoon?" Mulder asked enthusiastically.
"We'd love to, Mulder," Sullivan answered.
"Agent Johnson, Agent Austin, you're both invite, too," Mulder informed the younger men in the car with them.
"Really? We'd love to come, Agent Mulder, wouldn't we, Jared?" Johnson replied excitedly.
"Yeah, Agent Mulder, thanks for the invite," Austin replied, trying for laid back and cool, he was inwardly smirking to himself when he pictured of the look of envy that would be on Dakota Jones' face when he tells him where they were going tomorrow.
They arrived at the Hospital at 9:45 a.m., going right to Doctor Harris' office. "Mulder, Hans, how are you feeling today?" Harris greeted them.
"I'm feeling better today than I did yesterday," Mulder replied.
Han looked at him puzzled, I feel fine, Doctor," Schatz replied. He knew something had been wrong with Mulder the past few days, but he didn't know what. Doctor Harris had come out to the estate Wednesday and Thursday to collect samples from Mulder and him. Mulder had informed him that the reason they had come here today, instead of Doctor Harris coming to the estate was because the doctor wanted to test a new drug on Mulder with Skinner and Krycek in attendance. The drug was suppose to modify the behavior the two sorcerers were having when they were with Mulder.
"Mulder, I think your cycle might have peaked yesterday. I'll take some samples to verify it, when Walter and Alex get here we'll test the new drug. Unlike the anti-pheromone drug this is uniquely keyed to your lover's DNA, we'll have to do the same thing for Shinji, Kazuo, and Rory. I'm not sure how Joe and Justin will be affected by the change. However, Hans, has nothing to worry about unless he takes a lover. It seems to only affect men that are bonded to you through sex," Harris explained.
Agents Johnson and Austin were leaning against the door outside the office telepathically listening in -- they shifted uncomfortably over the visual images the doctor's words conjured up.
"Let's get this show on the road," the doctor replied, standing, he led them out into the hallway and down to the examination room where two of his assistants were waiting.
Mulder turned to the two agents following them. "Sorry, guys, but you're going to have to wait outside."
"Ah, okay, call if you need us," Austin stammered, backing out of the room, he looked over at Agent Sullivan who was smirking at them.
Doctor Harris chuckled. "Hans, you have a fan club. To be young and in love."
"What?" Schatz asked, sitting in a chair, he watched as Mulder stripped.
"Hans, Doctor Harris is referring to Agents Johnson and Austin. They are clearly infatuated with you, but don't worry they're professionals and won't let it interfere with their job." Mulder chuckled, hopping up on the examination table, he laid down on his back. He was still wearing his boxers.
A few minutes later Skinner and Krycek came strolling down the hospital corridor, stopping outside the examination room where Agents Sullivan, Austin, and Johnson were waiting.
"Agents," Skinner barked.
"Sir," the three agents replied, coming to attention.
"How long has Agent Mulder been in with Doctor Harris?" Skinner inquired.
"About 5 minutes, sir," Sullivan replied. "If you and Agent Krycek would like to wait in the lounge, I'll come and get you when the doctor is ready for you." Sullivan was aware of the affect that Mulder was having on the two men and thought it would be best that they were not this close to him during his examination.
Skinner was aware of Sullivan's concern. "Okay, Agent Sullivan, we'll be down the hall in the lounge."
Forty-five minutes later Krycek was nervously pacing the lounge. He had long past gotten on Skinner's nerves. "Alex, would you please sit down?" the A.D. asked for the third time.
"Damn, what if the drug doesn't work? I can't take this, Walter, it's been over a week since I've been with him," he snapped, his body trembling with frustration.
"It's been the same amount of time for me, Alex," Skinner groused.
"At least you were with him on Tuesday," Krycek commented, making another circuit around the room.
"You can't be serious? Rory and Doctor Harris were present at the time and I can't even remember having sex with him!" Skinner rose, walking over to his half-brother. "Alex, it's going to be okay," he replied, embracing him.
"Sir, Doctor Harris is ready for you and Agent Krycek," Sullivan stated, interrupting them.
They headed back down the long hallway to the examination room. In the room, Mulder was behind a glass barrier, rubbing his arm. Schatz was sitting on the only chair in the room. Doctor Harris stood in front of barrier, shielding Mulder from his lovers. Agent Johnson stood next to him. Doctor Harris had told him that if the A.D. or Agent Krycek showed that they were losing control he was to put up a protective shield around Mulder's body.
Both men looked lovingly at Mulder, feeling instant desire for him without the uncontrollable lust.
"Walter, Alex, I've combined the new drug with Mulder's anti-pheromone medication. I would like to monitor your reactions to him, if you'd please remove your shirts my assistants will attach electrodes to monitor your vitals." Doctor Harris nodded to his assistants.
"Is this really necessary, Sam? I can tell you right away how I feel without being hooked up to the monitoring equipment," Skinner grumbled.
"If we were going to have a negative reaction to him, we would have already had one already," Krycek reasoned, pushing past Skinner and walking closer to Mulder. He took a deep breath, expelling it. "See nothing, he's not driving me into a sexual frenzy," Krycek replied, then stepped around Doctor Harris and Agent Johnson and made the glass barrier disappear, he pulled Mulder into his arms hugging him tightly. "Fox, I've missed you," he murmured, kissing him softly.
Agent Johnson watched silently, he was overwhelmed at the information he had found out about Agent Mulder. He glanced nervously over at A.D. Skinner, who had warned him and Austin before hand not to talk to anyone about this.
Mulder returned the hug and kiss enthusiastically. "Mm, I've missed you, too. You really do feel okay, don't you?" he questioned, still not totally sure.
Skinner had walked up to them. "We feel fine, Fox."
Mulder relaxed when he saw his lovers had retained control. "Alex, Walter, when you get home tonight I have a special evening planned for us. A very special evening," Mulder emphasized, licking into the kiss, possessively claiming Krycek's mouth.
"Walter, you can go back to work without me; I'm taking the rest of the day off," Krycek announced breathlessly.
"Sorry, Alex, we have a meeting with the Senate Committee at two o'clock this afternoon. Fox, we'll see you tonight," Skinner replied, pulling his lanky lover into his arms. "I'm looking forward to whatever you have planned for this evening," he murmured.
"Good. Seeing that the new medication appears to be working, we're going to have a party at the estate tomorrow to celebrate Mooney's resignation," Mulder replied cheerfully.
"Don't you want to come back to work with us today?" Skinner asked.
"Nope, I'm starting to enjoy telecommuting." Mulder grinned mischievously. "Don't worry, Walter, I'll be back Monday. There's too much I need to get done today," he replied.
Doctor Harris stood back watching closely. "Mulder, I still need to take samples from you and Hans every other day. Once the other three immortals have progressed far enough, I'll need to take sample from them, too."
"Okay, Doc," Mulder replied. "I really appreciate everything you have done for me and the others. Thank you." He held out his hand to the doctor.
"You're welcome, Mulder," Harris replied, shaking his hand. "I'll get your prescription so you can leave."
Skinner turned to Agents Sullivan, Austin, and Johnson. "Agents, see that Agent Mulder is driven to wherever he requests," he ordered. "Fox, see you at home tonight." He kissed him gently and stepped aside so Krycek could say goodbye.
"Later, Fox," he purred, hugging his lover.
"Bye, Alex, Walter." Mulder grinned, his mind racing through all of the items he needed for tonight and tomorrow.
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Friday, September 10
6:30 p.m.The kitchen was warm and homey. The delicious scent of a fresh ham roasting filled the air. Mulder went about the task of preparing what he considered comfort foods. Caesar salad, broccoli with a cheese sauce, sweet potato/peach/pecan casserole, and corn bread, he smiled at Schatz who was helping him.
"Mulder, I'm finished setting the dining room table. What else should I do?" the young man asked.
"We need a highchair set-up in the dining room for Faith," Mulder informed him, remembering that they only had one highchair in the dining room and now that his littlest had started on pureed foods, it only seemed right that she had her own place to sit. "You can take the one next to the breakfast table in there."
Takeda, MacIver, and Hunter sat at the counter watching.
"It feels good to have things back to normal around here," Rory MacIver commented, licking his lips as Mulder removed the corn bread from the oven.
"I'll say, it's been weeks since Mulder has cooked for us. I'd almost forgotten what heaven could be like," Takeda replied.
"You're smooth, Shin," Mulder chuckled. Removing a vegetable tray from the refrigerator with a bowl of creamy cucumber-dill dip he placed it in front of the three men.
Takeda grabbed a carrot stick and dunked it in the dip. "Yeah, well it is the truth," he grinned.
Blaise and Hawk strolled into the kitchen carrying two bottles of wine. "Mulder, do you want us to fill the glasses in the dining room?" Blaise asked.
"Yes, thanks, Justin." Mulder glanced up at the clock and was beginning to wonder what was taking his lovers so long getting home when he heard them entering loudly through the front door.
"Mm, something smells damn good," Skinner said, entering the kitchen with Hope cradled in his arms. Her face lit up when she saw her daddy Fox. "Gee!" she squealed, holding out her arms to him.
"Gee! Is right, princess," Mulder mimicked, taking her in his arms and hugging her against his chest. Skinner shared a quick kiss with him. Mulder smiled at Krycek and Faith, the younger man was waiting his turn to be greeted.
"Please tell me you're cooking a ham, Fox?" Krycek asked, his mouth salivating. He leaned forward giving Mulder a long, slow kiss.
"Mm, yep, a fresh ham with a cranberry chutney glaze. I thought we needed something special tonight," Mulder murmured against his lips. He broke the kiss and gave Faith a quick peck on the cheek. "So, how's my little, cutie, doing?" Mulder asked her.
"I'm fine, Fox," Krycek answered with a smirk.
"Fox, do you need any help with dinner?" Skinner asked.
"Nope, everything is under control, it should be ready in twenty minutes, why don't you and Alex go change into something more comfortable?" Mulder passed Hope to Blaise then took Faith from Krycek passing her to Schatz.
"Okay, lover," Skinner replied, heading off toward their bedroom with Krycek following.
The two men noticed the candles placed around the room, on the nightstand was a basket of massage oils, flavored lube, and a soft cotton washcloth. There was wood laid out in the fireplace hearth ready to be lit. In the bathroom were more candles and fresh cut flowers in a large vase on the counter. Next to the large whirlpool tub were bath oils and even more candles. Hung on the three hooks behind the door were their plush velour robes, freshly laundered and smelling of fabric softener.
"Pinch me, Walter; I think I've died and gone to heaven," Krycek quipped, uncapping the bottle of a bath oil sniffing the pleasant scent.
"Let's try not to spoil this night for Fox by losing control, Alex. After all, he's giving us a second chance," Skinner murmured, a very big grin lighting up his face.
"Don't worry, Walter, I plan on being in total control tonight," Krycek leered, happily.
They changed their clothes and walked into the dining room, the table was set with their best china and silverware. The large ham was on the center of the table and MacIver was expertly carving it while Mulder brought in the last bowl of the food from the kitchen. The two babies had been strapped into their highchairs, Schatz and Hawk were already feeding them Gerber's baby food. When Skinner and Krycek took their seats the other men took that as a signal and started passing the bowls of food around. Blaise filled Hawk's plate for him, since the other man was pre-occupied with feeding the baby.
"This is really delicious, Fox," Hunter commented.
"Thanks, Gabriel," Mulder replied, brushing his leg up against Krycek's under the table. "Rory, can you pass the honey-mustard?"
Krycek reached under the table and caressed Mulder's thigh.
Schatz had finished feeding Faith, but the baby did not want to remain in the highchair. She started crying, pulling Mulder's attention away from Krycek, he got up quickly to retrieve her. "You want to sit at the big table with the grownups don't you, cutie," he soothed. She stopped crying once he sat back down with her on his lap.
Hope was content to remain in her highchair and play with her rattle, pounding it loudly on the plastic tray. "Bababababa," she babbled.
"Please, don't anyone ever buy her a drum set," Skinner advised.
"Why? She has the beat timed perfectly with her babababing, she'd make a great drummer," Mulder quipped.
"We're giving her piano lessons," Skinner replied.
"So, how did your appointment with the Senate Committee go?" Mulder asked, prying Faith's fingers off his plate, she had gotten honey-mustard on them and immediately put them into her mouth. She made a sour face and started crying.
"Fox, hand me our munchkin," Krycek murmured, taking the little baby on his lap, he dipped a napkin in a water goblet, and used it to wipe the mustard off her tongue and mouth. "Grownup food isn't very nice tasting is it, cutie?" He chuckled at the way she jutted out her bottom lip as she cried. "Fox, she has your pout down to a tee."
"I don't pout."
Skinner looked on amused. "The Senate interview went off without a hitch, I don't think there will be a problem now in getting your civil rights reinstated. In fact, Senator Matheson wants to put it to a vote by the end of next week. With Mooney's resignation and the resignations of four more house members today, he says he has more than enough votes to overturn the previous vote."
"That's great news, Walter," Hawk smiled, turning to Blaise. "Justin, you lost our bet. You get to do the laundry for the next month, that should teach you to be less of a pessimist," he smirked.
"Joe, the votes are not in, yet. After we get our rights back I'll gladly do the laundry for the next two months!" Blaise announced.
Mulder felt happier than he had in months, regardless of his present physical condition. "I stopped at the grocery store on the way home from the hospital today with Hans, we picked up some stuff for the party tomorrow," he replied.
"Sounds good, what are you making?" Skinner asked.
"Shish-kabobs, I figured we'd have a barbecue and pool party; it's going to be up in the high 80s tomorrow. Yori and Lev are bringing their sons, same with the Scully's."
"Who all have you invited?" Skinner asked, reaching for another slice of ham.
"The gunmen. Frohike is coming out early to help, and Byers is bringing his boyfriend. Scully is coming with Jonathan and her son, Bill and Charlie and their sons, your cousins and uncle. Several agents from the bureau are coming with their sons, and also, Doctors Harris, Pendrell, and Jackson. Of course, Kim and Tony," Mulder informed him, sipping his wine.
"With all of those kids coming we'll have to set up some outdoor games for them," Krycek replied.
MacIver spoke up. "The older kids and adults can play basketball and volleyball, and I'll set up the croquet set for the younger kids."
"That sounds good, Rory." Skinner glanced around the table his eyes resting on his daughter. She was giggling at Hawk and Blaise who took turns playing peek-a-boo with her. He smiled warmly; for once everything in his life was looking up. Good friends, loving family, beautiful home, . . . Fox. Skinner reached out and squeezed Mulder's hand.
Mulder looked up, reading the desire and love in Skinner's warm, brown eyes. "Justin and Joe are going to watch the babies for us tonight." He smiled, squeezing his lover's hand back.
"Thanks, guys." Skinner grinned.
"Yeah, that's really nice of you watching the girls for us," Krycek agreed.
"It's no problem, it's the least we could do, after everything you've done for us," Blaise replied.
"Justin, did you have a chance to go over that material I got for you?" Mulder asked.
"I've started and already found several things that were very interesting. Every immortal only had sisters and nieces, but no brothers, nephews, or children. One other coincidence, we were all born between October 2 and October 20," Blaise replied.
"So, we're all Libra's. I'll admit it's weird, but not necessarily significant," Mulder said, pushing his plate aside, considering. "If we're able to determine what caused us to mutate into immortals, we might be able to determine what boys will become immortals in the future."
"Fox, that would be like finding a needle in a haystack . . . immortals are one in every a hundred million men. I doubt that at the planets present growth rate we'll produce another immortal anytime soon," Skinner argued.
"Hey, Fox, have I ever told you that you're one in a hundred million," Krycek smirked.
Mulder leaned over and brushed his lips against Krycek's. "Well, Alex, you're one in a hundred thousand, babe," he chuckled then ruffled his younger lover's hair.
Takeda laughed. "Yeah, Rory, you're one in a hundred thousand, too!"
"Joke all you want, love, but after immortals, sorcerers are the next rarest mutation," MacIver quipped.
Mulder chuckled. "Does anyone want dessert?"
"Oh, that's a loaded question," Krycek replied, leering at Mulder. Faith head fell forward tiredly and Krycek cradled her in his arms, she rested cheek against her father's chest, yawning. "Tired, Cutie?"
"It's getting close to both their bedtimes. Joe, Justin, you shouldn't have any problem with them, they're both sleeping through the night," Mulder informed them, gently brushing Faith's cheek with his finger.
"You know, Fox, now that you almost have your rights back, we can start thinking about expanding our family," Skinner murmured.
"You want to discuss having Wally Jr.," Mulder teased.
"Or Fox Jr.," Skinner quipped.
"Ah, guys," Takeda interrupted them. MacIver stiffened next to him, remembering their discussion last week.
"What, Shin?" Mulder turned staring at him.
"There can't be a Wally Jr. or Fox Jr. . . . immortals can't have sons, our sperm only carries the female's X-chromosome, and it's the immortal's sperm that determines the sex of the child, you will only be able to have daughters. Sorry," Takeda replied reluctantly.
Mulder peeked over at Skinner who was clearly shaken by the news. "Walter, we can always adopt if you really want to have a son," Mulder tried to soothe.
"No, that's okay, Fox, it's just not the same," Skinner sighed. He had really wanted a son with hazel eyes and soft brown hair. He wanted to give their son the love Fox had never received from his father. "I love our daughter, and I would be just as happy to have another girl," he replied softly.
"You sure?" Mulder questioned.
"Yeah, and this time we get to name her." Skinner grinned weakly.
"Okay, but we both have to agree on the name. Now does anyone want dessert?"
"What type of dessert, Mulder?" MacIver asked.
"Apple pie, with vanilla ice cream and a hot caramel sauce."
Hunter and MacIver passed secretive looks. "Gabriel and I will clear the table, and get the dessert," MacIver drawled. They concentrated and the dirty dishes vanished from the table to be replaced by dessert dishes with apple pie, vanilla ice cream, and caramel sauce in front of each man.
"You've both been practicing." Skinner observed.
"Walter, it's easy once you get the hang of it," MacIver explained proudly.
Hans Schatz looked speculatively over at Hunter. He remembered the tray of food that had appeared from thin air in his room on his second night at the mansion. Schatz was wearing a new shirt and jeans that the older man had purchased for him, too.
They finished eating in silence, Mulder was saddened that Skinner wouldn't be getting the son he so wanted.
"Mulder, Rory and I will clean up . . . you go ahead and enjoy the rest of your evening," Takeda said, motioning to Rory to clear the table.
Mulder felt a warm sensation wash over him. He couldn't wait to get back to their bedroom and make love to the two men that meant more to him than anything else in his life with the exception of his daughters. He quickly kissed both babies good night.
Skinner wrapped an arm around Mulder's waist as they walked to their bedroom. "So, what do you have in mind for tonight?"
Krycek watched anxiously as the two men strolled out of the dining room. Faith had fallen asleep in his arms, and he didn't want to disturb her.
Mulder leaned close to the larger man's body. "I figured we could give that hot bath another try, seeing as how I left you both hanging last week. Then we can cuddle in front of the fireplace and talk. I brought up a bottle of Napoleon brandy from the wine cellar." Mulder stopped outside the bedroom door and pushed Skinner up against the wall, kissing him passionately. "Of course, let's not forget the hot, sweaty sex I have planned for later," he purred.
Blaise came over and eased Faith gently out of Krycek's arms. "Hm, she needs a diaper change. Don't worry, Alex, we'll change and bath her. You go, enjoy your evening," he whispered.
"Thanks, Justin." Krycek gave his daughter a quick peck on her forehead then hurried after Skinner and Mulder.
Mulder smiled at Krycek as he came sliding into the bathroom. "You can clean up those skid marks tomorrow, babe." He squeaked as the younger man pulled him passionately into his arms.
"Well, you could have waited for me, lover, I'm going to have to punish you," he purred. His hands stroked down Mulder's back, cupping and squeezing his ass. Krycek's mouth nibbled on Mulder's ear lobe as his tongue flicked inside.
Skinner watched his half-brother with amusement, using his powers he lit all of the candles in the room and turned off the main lights, throwing the room into a warm golden glow. He started filling the bathtub, pouring the bath oils under the faucet. The larger man quietly stripped out of his clothes, his attention focused on the two men locked in a passionate embrace. He sat on the edge of the tub and stroked his growing erection; he enjoyed watching the lean graceful bodies of his lovers.
Krycek started shrugging out of his clothes without breaking their passionate kiss.
"We're going to have to part long enough to get the T-shirts over our heads," Mulder mumbled against his lips.
"No, we're not." Krycek chuckled at the surprised look on Mulder's face when the clothes vanished from their bodies. "That's the number one benefit to being a sorcerer," he murmured, then returned to exploring that hot, tasty mouth with his tongue.
Skinner stepped into the pleasantly hot water, sinking down, he sighed contentedly and continued watching the two young men grind sensually together. The candlelight danced across the graceful curves of their bodies, Krycek's fingers dug into the cheeks of Mulder's ass, exposing the tight pink opening to the older man. Skinner was getting hot and it wasn't from the water, he decided to get in on his half-brother's fun.
"DAMNIT! Walter are you fucking crazy?" Krycek shouted. He was standing alone in the middle of the bathroom.
Mulder was held snugly in the larger man's arms in the whirlpool tub. He had a startled look on his beautiful face, before he started laughing. "Oh god, Walter, if I could age, you would have just taken a decade off my life! Don't do that again."
Skinner snickered, looking over at his angry brother. "Quit your bellyaching, Alex, get your butt in the tub," he ordered.
"Walter, that was too fucking dangerous? What would have happened if part of Fox's body materialized inside the walls of the tub?" he snarled, stepping into the bathtub.
"Alex, I knew exactly what I was doing. There was absolutely no danger to Fox," he assured.
Mulder wiggled around in Skinner's lap, looking up at Krycek. "Alex, I'm fine, no harm done. Let's not wreck tonight by bickering," he pleaded softly.
"Sorry, Fox, you're right. Tonight we're going to show you just how much we love you. Walter, we will talk tomorrow," Krycek stated firmly, sinking into the water. "Hey! Watch where you stick your toes!"
"Sorry, Alex," Skinner laughed, pulling his foot out of the way.
Mulder rolled his eyes. "God, give me strength. Well at least I know the new drug is working."
"Why is that, Fox?" Skinner asked, lowering his mouth to the side of his lover's neck kissing him. His fingers pinched the younger man's nipples, rolling them. While Krycek pulled Mulder's foot out of the water and started massaging and caressing it.
"You're both thinking of pleasuring me first, thank you," Mulder moaned, leaning back, his head resting against Skinner's broad chest, he captured the older man's mouth in a slow kiss. His hand reached up and caressed his lover's bald head. The agent felt lover's penis swell underneath him, he wiggled his butt on the hardening erection. Closing his eyes, Mulder felt like he was floating in pleasure, arousal flowed throughout his body.
Krycek's eyes gazed warmly over Mulder's languishing body, lowering the agent's foot he started stroking his lover's cock. The bath oils had made the hard staff smooth and slippery. Krycek admire the beauty of Mulder's cock, it was slightly larger than his and Skinner's. "Fox, I want to feel you inside of me, it's been forever since you've fucked me," he murmured, feeling a deep empty ache in his bowels.
Mulder opened his eyes and a slow relaxed grin lit up his face. "Alex, that's because you've been too busy getting your rocks off to enjoy any real pleasure," he purred. "Now, turn your cute butt around and lean up against the back of the tub." Mulder caressed Skinner's hard cock then squeezed his heavy sacs. "Walter, you ready for some synchronized water sports?" he quipped.
"Spread um, Fox," Skinner growled.
Mulder smirked at him then scooted to his knees behind Krycek's waiting body. He caressed and squeezed the younger man's ass and parted his cheeks. Lowering his mouth to lick down the crease, he stopped at the tight puckered opening and pushed his tongue in. He felt Skinner spread his legs further apart and a fat finger pushed into him, stretching him. The agent continued to fuck Krycek with his tongue, pushing in as far as it could go while Skinner inserted a second finger into him.
"Oh, yes, fuck . . . don't . . . stop," Krycek stammered, his loins were burning up with pleasure.
Mulder gasped when Skinner gently inserted a third finger, twisting and scissoring them inside him. "Walter, now . . . do me," he moaned, pushing his ass back on Skinner's fingers. Mulder then shakily pulled himself up over Krycek's back and mounted him with one strong thrust. The younger man's body writhed in ecstasy, while Mulder held him firmly against his chest, waiting in quiet anticipation as Skinner moved into position. He felt the weight of the older man settle between his parted thighs, then the blunt head of his large cock pushing against his opening. Water splashed out of the tub, putting out one of the candles on the edge of the tub as Skinner thrust into his lover.
"Mm, Fox, you're exquisitely tight," Skinner purred. Holding still, he enjoyed the feeling of being buried to the hilt in his lover's body.
"I'm dying down here . . . can someone move?" Krycek writhed, wiggling his hips.
"Hold on, lover," Mulder purred, relishing the sensation of Krycek's ass squeezing his cock and Skinner's cock filling him. "Oh, god," he moaned as Skinner pulled halfway out then slammed back in.
Mulder recovered and pulled out in sync with his older lover and thrust back into Krycek's body at the exact same time Skinner thrust into him. Moving gracefully together in a precise rhythm had become easy for the three men, who were bonded together mentally and physically. Water sloshed out of the tub with each thrust, putting out more of the candles.
Mulder reached under Krycek, stroking and pumping his cock, while the younger man held onto the edge of the tub, writhing. The agent pumped harder as he felt himself beginning to fall over the edge toward orgasm. Skinner's cock striking against his prostate was all it took and Mulder emptied his hot passion deep inside his lover's bowels.
Krycek cried out as he came hard, spilling his seed into the warm fragrant water. He felt Mulder's weight draped across his back with his penis still deeply sheathed inside of him. Krycek smiled softly, the vibrations from Skinner's hard thrusts into Mulder's body surged through him as the water sloshed around him, giving him a pleasant sensation.
Skinner thrust harder, seeking release, the clenching of Mulder's rectal muscles bore down on him, squeezing and jerking his cock. He slammed in one final time, twisting his hips to get in as deeply as physically possible -- a white light flashed before his eyes and he shot deeply into his beautiful lover's body and temporarily loss consciousness.
"Walter, wake up, you're crushing me," Mulder complained.
Skinner groaned and pulled out, settling back against the side of the tub. Mulder slipped out of Krycek and pulled the younger man into his arms as he leaned back against Skinner's chest.
"That was great, but I think we nearly emptied the tub," Mulder murmured breathlessly. He could barely make out the mess they had made of the bathroom in the darkened room, only the candles on the counter remained lit, water and burn out candles littered the floor.
"Give me a second to recover then I'll clean up the mess, and we can go sit in front of the fireplace," Skinner replied, happily sated.
They stayed wrapped in each other's arms until the water became too cold. Krycek pulled out of Mulder's arms and helped his lover up. Mulder stepped cautiously out of the bathtub avoiding the burnt out candles scattered around the floor. He walked over and pulled towels from the linen cabinet, passing them to his lovers. The three men quickly dried themselves. Skinner concentrated on the floor, the water vanished and the candles returned to their former places around the bathtub.
Mulder pulled on his forest green robe and padded out of the bathroom. Going over to the table, he poured three snifters of brandy while Krycek lit the fireplace and candles around the room. Skinner strolled out of the bathroom wearing his navy blue robe and sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, leaning back against a large throw pillow. Mulder handed him the snifter of brandy and sat next to him, passing a snifter to Krycek when he joined them on the floor.
"Where did you move the furniture to, Fox?" Skinner asked, his hand caressing up Mulder's exposed thigh.
"Mm, it's out on the patio. I thought this would be more intimate," he replied, leaning back against the pillow, he took a sip of the brandy, watching the fire crackle and pop in the hearth.
"You're right it's very intimate," Krycek purred, licking the side of Mulder's neck. He was wearing a black velour robe that was untied showing off his finely muscled chest, flat stomach, and his soft penis.
"I propose a toast," Mulder stated. "To second chances."
They clicked their glasses together.
"God, I feel like I've been given a whole new lease on life now that I no longer have to worry about our government," Mulder said softly.
"We can start making real plans for the future now," Krycek murmured, leaning up against Mulder, he rested his head on his lover's shoulder.
"We're going to have to fix up the west wing, we'll need more room for our growing family," Skinner replied, wrapping an arm around Mulder's waist.
"Walter, how many daughters are we talking about having?" Mulder asked worriedly.
"For now, two more, one for me and one for Alex, but only after Hope and Faith are in their own bedrooms. We'll talk about additional children later," Skinner murmured, setting the brandy snifter aside, he reached his hand in Mulder's robe and fondled his balls. "After all we have a responsibility to repopulate this planet," he quipped.
Mulder chuckled, spreading his legs to allow Skinner more room to play. The older man pulled Mulder's robe open then crawled between his parted thighs. Krycek took the snifter from the agent's hand and set it aside, watching as his brother pushed their lover onto his back.
Mulder moaned as Skinner took his nipple into his mouth and sucked it. Skinner's hand stroked the agent's cock then slipped lower to tease his anus still damp with semen from earlier. He slipped a finger in twisting it around until he found Mulder's prostate and massaged it, causing his young lover to arch off the floor.
Mulder's legs wrapped around Skinner's waist pulling him closer, his hands dragged the bald man's head up and they shared a deep kiss. Skinner pulled his finger free and ground his cock into Mulder's, rocking his hips back and forth. "Tell me what you want, Fox," he whispered huskily.
"I want . . . you, please . . . fuck me." Mulder writhed under Skinner.
The older man positioned Mulder's body, raising his legs he pushed back into that hot, tight space. He gazed into his lover's hazel eyes, which had turned a deep green, matching his robe. Skinner pushed in slowly, when he was fully sheathed inside his lover's beautiful body; he bent down and gently kissed Mulder's lips. "Fox, you are my life, now and forever," he murmured. His heart soared at the love he saw on the agent's face.
Krycek watched his lovers move together, their passion building with each deep thrust. He reached down stroked himself, waiting for his turn to be with Fox.
Skinner groaned thrusting in harder and faster. "Come on, come for me, Fox," he chanted, stroking his lover's cock in time with his thrusts. His own orgasm was rapidly approaching, but he wanted to bring his lover off first. He relished the feeling of Mulder's rectal muscles bearing down on him as the semen erupted from his lover's cock, Skinner cried out, coming a few seconds later. He pulled out and rolled off Mulder, he breathed heavily, lying on his back he stared up at the ceiling.
Krycek crawled over to Mulder and licked the milky, white semen from his chest and belly. He mischievously took extra care to lick clean the semen around Mulder's bellybutton, brushing against the hidden opening with his tongue.
Mulder smacked his head. "Down boy, remember your promise," he scolded. He was too happy and sated to show any real anger at his lover's transgression.
Krycek covered Mulder's body with his. "I promised that I wouldn't touch you or have sex with you there, but we never mentioned anything about licking," he purred, licking Mulder's lips as emphasis.
"I assumed no touching would covered it," Mulder murmured.
"Don't worry, Fox, I have no intention of having sex with you there, now that we know there's a possibility that you could become pregnant," Krycek assured him, brushing the damp bangs out of Mulder's eyes.
Both men missed the strange look on Skinner's face. The thought of Mulder pregnant with his child strangely appealed to him, but he would never tell his lover that or do anything to make it happen -- he knew Mulder would never forgive him if he did.
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Saturday, September 11
11:00 a.m.Melvin Frohike cubed the boiled potatoes for the potato salad. He was wearing headphones and swaying to music only he could hear. He spun around and danced over to the refrigerator for jars of mustard and mayonnaise. The little man danced back to the counter, flipping the jar of mayonnaise in the air, he reached out his hand to catch it and missed. The jar crashed toward the floor, stopping one inch short of shattering.
Rory MacIver walked over and pulled the headphones from Frohike's head. "Some people can't dance and cook at the same time, Frohike." He held out his hand and the jar floated up into it, he passed it back to the smaller man.
"Well at least I can cook," Frohike grumbled, grabbing back his headphones.
Hans Schatz and Shinji Takeda snickered at the counter; they were having fun watching Frohike try to impress them with his dance moves. Schatz, at first, didn't know what to make of the little man, but he soon discovered that Frohike was extremely funny and very sweet.
"Melvin, I've finished dicing the hard boiled eggs," Schatz said, passing the bowl to him.
"Thanks, Hans. Would you like to start cutting up the vegetables for the shish-kabobs?" he asked, dumping the eggs into the larger bowl holding the cubed potatoes.
"Sure, but show me how big I should cut them," Schatz replied, happy to be able to help.
"We'll need them large enough so they don't break when we're spearing them on the skewers, but small enough so they barbecue." Frohike went into the pantry and took out, zucchinis, green peppers, onions, portabella mushrooms, pineapples, and small red potatoes. He washed the vegetables then demonstrated how large he wanted each one cut.
Mulder finally staggered into the kitchen followed by Skinner and Krycek. "God, I need a cup of coffee," he moaned, sitting gingerly at the counter, he cringed slightly as his ass made contact with the seat.
MacIver placed a mug in front of Mulder and filled it to a brim with hot coffee. "Long night, boys?" he asked jovially.
Krycek grinned. "Not nearly long enough." He draped an arm over Mulder's shoulders. "But, I think we wore poor Fox out." He chuckled, holding up his hand, he exchanged a high five with Skinner.
"Very funny, guys," Mulder groaned.
"Poor, baby." Skinner kissed his cheek then went to get himself a cup of coffee.
"Melvin, how's the preparations for the barbecue coming?" Skinner asked, leaning up against the counter, he sipped his coffee, watching his friend stir the dressing into the potato salad.
"Good. Hans has been a big help to me, he's doing an excellent job." Frohike covered the bowl with cellophane and placed it in the refrigerator.
Schatz beamed over the praise and continued cutting up the vegetables. Mulder looked up from his coffee and smiled at his oldest and newest friends. He was happy to see the young man coming out of his shell.
Gabriel Hunter stood in the doorway to the kitchen, frowning; he was jealous that Hans was getting along so well with Frohike. He had been watching the two of them interact all morning. Hans didn't shrink away in fear of the little man, he appeared to be totally at ease with him. Hunter looked on sadly as Frohike stood close to Hans, teaching him how to cut up the pineapple.
Justin Blaise stepped past Hunter into the kitchen. "Hey look, cutie, your daddies finally crawled out of bed," he drawled, strolling up to the counter with Faith in his arms.
"Gaa gaa!" she babbled happily, holding her arms out toward Krycek and Mulder.
Krycek reached over and pulled Faith into his arms. "Hi, cutie, were you good for Uncle Justin last night?"
She stuck her fingers into his mouth, giggling when her daddy sucked them. He swung her up over his head and gave her little belly a sloppy raspberry, which made her squeal with delight. "You're daddy's precious little girl aren't you?" he cooed lovingly.
Hunter finally entered the kitchen, laying the newspaper on the counter. Mulder unfolded it. The main headline took his breath away. 'The Tsar of Russia behind Mooney's Downfall!' he quickly read the article gasping when he discovered how important a role Slava had played.
Skinner and Krycek looked over at Mulder when they heard him gasp. They immediately saw the newspapers headline and exchanged concerned looks.
Mulder noticed the look that passed between them. "Did you both know about this?"
"Fox, we only discovered Slava's involvement on Wednesday. We were going to tell you," Skinner assured him.
"God, this is the second time he's saved me," Mulder's voice wavered.
"Fox, the man is a psychopath . . . the only reason he's helping you is because he wants you for himself! Damnit, he's trying to make you feel gratitude toward him," Krycek interjected angrily. "Don't go thinking that he has changed, men like that don't change!"
"Alex, I'm not a fool! But, if he was trying to win my gratitude why did he go through all the trouble to hide that he sent the package?" Mulder argued.
"It didn't take us much tracking to find out where the package came from," Skinner informed him, taking the paper and throwing it into the recycle bin in the closet.
Faith started crying, her daddy's angry voice scaring her. Krycek looked guilty, he swore that he'd never raise his voice around his children like his father had. "Ssh, cutie, it's all right, daddy didn't mean to yell." He hugged her closely, rocking her in his arms.
"Walter, Alex, we'll discuss this later -- our guests will be arriving in a half-hour," Mulder stated and started helping Frohike prepare the remaining food.
***
St. Petersburg
Saturday, September 11
1:00 p.m.Nikolai Slava stood perfectly still, his large six foot, six inch muscular body was poised on a platform as his tailor knelt beside it adjusting the pant cuffs of his woolen business suit. Marat Fyodorov, Slava's lead clairvoyant, stood nervously before him dressed in a rumpled, ill-fitting suit with a day's growth of stubble on his face.
"Fyodorov, tell me again why it is so important that I have sexual intercourse with moi Fox on his birthday, before stealing his sperm at my Halloween Ball?" Slava asked.
"Moi Tsar, I knew that it was necessary from a vision I had, that's why I first suggested it to you. However, I've received new information from our American contact. It has been discovered that an immortal loses the bond with a sorcerer if they do not have sex for three weeks. The bond is what makes having female babies possible," Fyodorov replied, exasperated.
"Why couldn't I just have sex with moi Fox and steal his sperm at the same time?" he inquired. Stepping down from the platform, his tailor held his suit coat for him.
"Because there would not be time . . . his body needs time to adjust to your bonding, and long before that his American lovers will have missed him," the scruffy little man told him.
"Very well, Fyodorov, I've already made arrangements with Ambassador Carter to sneak me into his country," the handsome Cossack stood in front of a mirror adjusting his handkerchief. "And, Fyodorov, dock yourself a weeks pay . . . next time you are in my presence I expect you to be shaven and dressed appropriately," Slava said, dismissing him.
"As you wish, moi Tsar," the little man bowed and backed out of the room.
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Saturday, September 11
1:00 p.m.Mulder held Scully's hand up to his face admiring the large, diamond, engagement ring. "Congratulations, Scully. I hope you and Jonathan have a happy life together," he replied sincerely, kissing her cheek.
"Jonathan is the most wonderful and attentive man I've ever met. He's getting along well with Scott, the two of them have become very close," Scully informed him, looking over to where her fiancé and adopted son were playing volleyball.
"How's Scott been doing?"
"He seems to be adjusting well . . . my brothers and nephews include him in all of their activities. I'm worried about the holidays though; they tend to be the hardest to get through," Scully answered thoughtfully, sadness showing in her deep blue eyes. She looked over to the barbecue where Frohike was starting the shish kabobs grilling with Schatz helping him. "Mulder, how's Hans adjusting?"
"He's coming out of his shell more every day, but he's still nervous around Walter, Alex, Rory, and Gabriel. Although, he seems to have no problem with Tony," Mulder replied. Taking a sip of beer he leaned back in the patio chair watching their guests. Leo Bartok was staying close to Byers. The two men seemed perfectly matched. Yori and Lev's sons were all in the swimming pool, along with a couple of the Agent Pipino's sons. Lars Johnson was hanging around the barbecue pretending to offer Frohike assistance to get closer to Schatz. Mulder wondered if Johnson realized how obvious he was being, he watched as Hunter came up to Johnson and whispered in his ear. The younger man turned pale and quickly left Schatz alone. He was distracted from his observations by a kiss on his cheek and a small squirming body placed on his lap.
"Hope wanted to see you, Fox," Skinner replied, sinking into the chair next to him. "Dana, how are you doing?"
"Fine, Walter," she replied.
"Jonathan told me the good news, congratulations," Skinner replied, reaching for Mulder's beer.
"Thank you. Walter, I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you?" Scully asked hesitantly.
"What do you need?"
"Jonathan and I would like to have a child after we're married. I would like to have it the old fashion way, but I've been unsuccessful in petitioning the Procreation Agency into allowing me to use of my ovum. I was wondering if you could use your influence?" she pleaded.
"I'll see what I can do, Dana," Skinner answer, drinking the rest of Mulder's beer.
Yori walked up to their table, he was holding Faith and the little baby was having a field day trying to pull the thick beard off the Russian's face. Yori made funny noises each time she tugged on it, making her laugh. "Mulder, your daughters have gotten so big since the last time I've been here."
"You should stop out more often, Yori," Mulder replied, picking up his beer bottle and finding it empty. He glared over at Skinner and the older man pretended not to notice.
"Sorry, Mulder, I've been too busy with my boys and fixing up our new house, it seems that time just flies by. But, I'm hoping to start back to work at the FBI's daycare early next year then I'll be able to see your angels every day." Yori handed Faith over to Scully and the baby cooed happily.
"Mulder, Faith looks more like you every day," Scully murmured, caressing a finger over the baby's cheek and down to her lips, hazel eyes stared up at her.
A hand snaked over Mulder's shoulder, placing a cold beer on the table in front of him. Mulder looked back, smiling up at Krycek. "Thanks, Alex. How's the volleyball game going?"
"We lost. Jonathan's team is playing against Sullivan's team for the title," Krycek replied.
"I told you to pick Langly, but did you listen? Nooo," Mulder smirked, glancing over at the volleyball game in time to see Langly spike the ball over the net. He chuckled, seeing the gangly, long-haired gunman on the same team with FBI agents.
Their guests started drifting toward the patio, the scent of the barbecue was drawing them in like flies. Frohike pulled the first batch of kabobs off the grill laying them on a platter that Schatz carried over to the buffet table. Their guests started serving themselves, taking seats at the patio tables and on the lawn.
John Byers and Leo Bartok sat at the table next to Mulder's, their plates were brimming with food. Bartok sat so he was facing Mulder and the babies. The button on his polo shirt was a miniature camera and he took several photographs of them while enjoying his meal. He felt like a scumbag accepting their hospitality and returning their kindness by spying on them, but his family's safety came first.
The afternoon passed slowly, all of their guests had eaten and Frohike was dishing up the last of the shish kabobs to Mulder, Schatz, Skinner, Krycek, and himself. Schatz sat next to Mulder in the seat Scully had vacated an hour earlier, to go eat with her fiancé.
"I'm going to get myself a beer, Hans, would you like me to bring you back one?" Frohike asked, after placing his plate of food on the table in front of the empty chair between Skinner and Krycek.
"Yes, thanks, Melvin," Schatz murmured.
After Frohike stepped away from the table, Schatz turned to Mulder. "Mulder, does Melvin have a boyfriend?"
Krycek and Skinner had just taken large mouthfuls of beer, which they sprayed out over the table. Mulder and Hope were in the direct line of fire, and were sprayed. The baby's little pink tongue darted out licking the beer from her lips as it dripped down her face. Luckily, Hope didn't seem to mind the taste or being drenched in beer. Mulder gave them a disgusted look, picking up a napkin, he wiped the beer off Hope's face then dried his own. The baby's sundress was damp, and needed to be changed. Thankfully, Faith was still with Scully at another table.
"Hans, Frohike doesn't have a boyfriend."
"Thanks, Mulder. Did I say something wrong?" he asked. Wiping up a little beer that had landed on him.
"Sorry, Hans. You didn't say anything wrong," Skinner apologized. Grabbing napkins he started drying the table.
Frohike arrived back at the table, setting a beer in front of Schatz. He looked at the soggy napkins and the damp baby smelling of beer. "She's a bit too young to be drinking, isn't she?"
Mulder looked longingly at his plate of food, sighing. "I'm taking Hope into the house to clean her up."
"Fox, stay, finish your meal. I'll take the mouse in and clean her," Krycek stated standing.
"Alex, no, you haven't eaten yet either . . . " Mulder argued.
Blaise walked over to them. "I'll take her, Mulder. You guys sit down and enjoy your food." He cradled the baby in his arms. "You poor little thing," he cooed.
"Thanks, Justin." Mulder smiled, sitting back down.
The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and most of their guests had started to leave. Mulder noticed that Hunter seemed to be staying closer to Schatz, but not near enough to make the young man nervous. Hunter was also staring daggers at Frohike. Mulder never thought he'd see the day that someone with Hunter's striking good looks would be jealous of Frohike.
John Byers walked over with Leo Bartok. "Mulder, thanks for inviting us, the food and company were great. We have to be leaving now," Byers said. They both shook Mulder's hand. "Is Walter and Alex around?"
"They're both in the house with the babies," Mulder informed them.
"Well pass along our good byes to them," Bartok replied, holding Byers hand the two men made their way to their car.
"He's a clairvoyant, you know," Frohike warned, coming up to Mulder. "I don't trust him."
"Who, Leo?"
"Yeah, he hides his ability really well . . . John doesn't even know," Frohike grumbled. "I'm afraid to tell him, he seems to be in love with the man."
"Have you run a background check on him?" Mulder asked.
"Oh yeah, he came up clean, but then most of the records over in Eastern Europe where he's from have been destroyed, and the U.S. doesn't have anything on him. I better get going, Mulder," Frohike said sadly.
"Frohike, thanks for coming and helping out today. I didn't mean to leave you doing most of the work . . . I didn't expect to be in bed all morning," Mulder explained, a slow grin lighting up his face.
"Don't rub it in . . . some people have all the fun," the little man complained, taking the same path Byers and Bartok had taken to the driveway.
"Mulder, where is Melvin going?" Schatz asked, coming up to him.
"Hans, you like him a lot, don't you?"
"Yeah, he's smart and funny."
Mulder sighed, seeing Hunter hovering around the corner listening in, he had thought Shinji's love life was a problem. Life was going to be really interesting around here. Mulder felt a headache coming on and considering he no longer got them that said a lot. He only wondered what other little surprises life had in store for them.
***