From: yankeestarbuck@yahoo.com   
      
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   Walter had applied the best sedative in his bag of tricks. A good hard fucking   
   had exhausted Alex to the point that the only muscles working on his body were   
   the ones that had him smiling in his sleep.   
      
      
      
   The suite had a separate working area and that was where Walter went. He had   
   managed to get some words out of Alex, a bit more about what happened. His   
   final comment was a huge surprise. He wanted Mulder to help and told Walter to   
   go ahead and tell his    
   former agent what happened.   
      
      
      
   Walter kept his anger from his body and his voice, but he was fighting the   
   urge to run through this town, confronting everyone and anything that might   
   have hurt his lover.   
      
      
      
   "Foxhole," Mulder's laconic voice answered. "What kind of flak you sending my   
   way?"   
      
      
      
   "Mulder, they're going to have your ass if you keep answering the phone that   
   way," Walter lectured.   
      
      
      
   "Not any more," Mulder remarked. "I finally learned to play dirty. I'm under   
   serious protection. What's up, Walter?"   
      
      
      
   "How busy are you?" Walter asked.   
      
      
      
   "Not very," Mulder replied. "All the spooks and extry-terrestials seemed to be   
   holiday. What can I do for you? Is your private haunt leaking ectoplasm?"   
      
      
      
   Mulder thought it funny to pretend that Alex had really died. He persisted in   
   claiming that Alex was a vampire or something and it had taken a shouting   
   match to keep him from checking Walter's neck at odd intervals. Mulder had a   
   child inside him that    
   should have spent a century in a corner.   
      
      
      
   "Get serious, Mulder," Walter said. "I need your help and... yes, it does   
   happen to be about Alex."   
      
      
      
   The sordid story spilled out. Thank God that Mulder decided to leap onto his   
   white horse and don his knightly armor.   
      
      
      
   "That reeks of the old days," Mulder said. "We can't let the guy get away with   
   it. Is Alex willing to press charges or does he want us to go after this guy   
   personally?"   
      
      
      
   Mulder sounded almost as angry as Walter felt. He was glad that Alex had   
   wanted Mulder's help.  Alex's friends might be loving and they certainly   
   wanted to help him, but Walter needed someone who he trusted to help him.   
   Normally the only person he    
   trusted this much was Alex, but his lover was hurting badly. Mulder could help   
   investigate and help Walter protect Alex from Stockwell and his friends.   
      
      
      
   "Well?" Mulder said, sounding impatient.   
      
      
      
   "He says that it wouldn't be any use. It would be his word against Stockwell   
   and who would believe him?" Walter replied.   
      
      
      
   "I'm coming down. Get me a room," Mulder said.   
      
      
      
   "Mulder?" Walter said. "Alex is not in good emotional shape. He stuffed this   
   part of his past into a box and never dealt with it. He doesn't need your   
   rapier wit slicing new wounds."   
      
      
      
   "And I don't need you to tell me that," Mulder said. "I know how to work with   
   victims and that's what Krycek is in this case. He wouldn't have asked for me   
   if he didn't think I was the one who could help."   
      
      
      
   "Thanks, Mulder," Walter said.   
      
      
      
   "Yeah, I owe you, Walt," Mulder replied.   
      
      
      
   Hanging up the phone, Walter took a deep breath. He had pushed Alex hard to   
   get him to agree to at least try to build a case. Stockwell was still police   
   chief. He had power. What he had done once could happen again and next time,   
   the victim might not    
   survive.   
      
      
      
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   Fucking hell. It felt like he was coming out of a three day drunk. His hole   
   was still pulsing, a little sore from the prolonged fucking. He didn't want to   
   move yet. He looked through his lashes toward his lover. Walter was on the   
   phone again.   
      
      
      
   It had been a mistake to tell him about the rape. If only he hadn't let   
   Debbie's e-mail suck him in, bring him back here.   
      
      
      
   All those years of trying to become a guy tough enough for what had happened   
   to never happen again and Walter took it all away. How the hell did Walter do   
   it? How did he get so far inside Alex that Alex had no defenses left.   
      
      
      
   Walter always said he would take care of Alex. Walter always did. There was   
   just some part of Alex that never believed that people you loved stayed. It   
   just wasn't his experience.   
      
      
      
   Still wearing nothing more than his tight white briefs, Walter said, "Mulder's   
   on his way."   
      
      
      
   What in fucking hell? Alex tumbled out of bed and said, "You sent for Mulder?   
   You told Mulder!"   
      
      
      
   Cringing inside, Alex could already hear Mulder's laughter. He had always had   
   a way of getting under Alex's skin and saying things that hurt like hell.   
      
      
      
   Like when Alex was sitting on that crate, all that boom boom under his ass.   
   Mulder had been going on about how Alex was going to be raped in prison and   
   Alex had just about freaked. It was just Mulder. Mulder had a big perve for   
   the prison rape scene.    
   Mulder needed to be fucked so badly so he would stop venting his frustration   
   on people in his custody. Somehow those thoughts had not occurred to Alex at   
   that time. He had been falling apart inside, remembering the night it happened   
   and scared to death    
   that the rest of his life was going to be like that, one rape after another.   
      
      
      
   "Why Mulder?" Alex raged. "I don't want him here."   
      
      
      
   Walter had this big dumb kicked dog expression on his face. He opened his   
   mouth then closed it, his lips going tight. He said, "You asked for me to send   
   for him. You said you wanted him to help us get Stockwell. You want me to call   
   him back and say you    
   changed your mind?"   
      
      
      
   Oh shit, it was coming back to Alex now. He had done it. He had asked Walter   
   to send for Mulder. Mulder was an asshole, but Alex respected him. He knew   
   Mulder would hate what Stockwell stood for, the abuse of power, the hurting of   
   innocents. Mulder would    
   never let it go now.   
      
      
      
   "I remember now," Alex said. "Come here, Walter, lie down with me. Hold me."   
      
      
      
   Not wanting to talk, not wanting to do or think or experience anything, but   
   the safety of his lover's arms, Alex lay back on the bed. Walter's scent, the   
   familiar shape of his arm, the fur on his chest that bristled against Alex's   
   face when he used him    
   for a pillow were all that anchored him.   
      
      
      
   "I can be strong enough for both of us," Walter said.   
      
      
      
   Nice mind reading trick, Walter, Alex thought. Taking one deep breath after   
   another, Alex fought with himself. He wasn't that kid anymore. He wasn't Lex.   
   He was stronger. He had fought Spender. He had fought and helped defeat the   
   aliens, the project, all    
   those evil old men. He had lived through hell and he had come to a hard won   
   paradise with the man he loved. There was just this last demon to face and   
   Alex realized he wouldn't have to face it alone. He had his Walter. He had   
   Debbie, Ted, Michael, and,    
   like it or not, in a few hours, he would have Mulder on his side. Why did that   
   scare the shit out of him?   
      
      
      
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