From: yankeestarbuck@yahoo.com   
      
   Everything was okay until Justin unrolled the poster. Before he saw the   
   poster, the story had made Alex feel good, even lifting the habitual cynicism   
   with which he viewed the world.  Maybe it wasn't the defeat of alien invaders,   
   but it was a human    
   victory and they were important too.   
      
      
      
   The kid, Justin, had done most of the talking. Damn brat reminded Alex a   
   little of both Mulder and Brian, sexy, self-centric like both Brian and   
   Mulder, but as self righteous as Mulder at his worst.   
      
      
      
   "I got kicked out of school when they caught me making these," Justin said. He   
   unrolled a coil of stiff paper.   
      
      
      
   Alex, at first, just caught the style, but when he saw the face, his knees   
   buckled. His mind blanked out and if hadn't nearly fainted, he would have   
   probably ran all the way back to DC.   
      
      
      
   He must have blacked out for a while, because the next thing he knew, he was   
   in Debbie's nap room, his feet up in Walter's lap while Debbie sponged his   
   head with a cool cloth. His throat hurt as if he had been screaming.   
      
      
      
   "Angel? Was it something about that poster? Something about Stockwell?"   
      
      
      
   "No, it wasn't," Alex lied. "It was just being back here."   
      
      
      
   Walter took his hand. Alex held on for dear life. He could see a trace of hurt   
   in Walter's eyes as if his lover suspected that he wasn't being truthful yet   
   Alex couldn't force the words out. He was back in the past where no one ever   
   believed him, not    
   about an upstanding member of the community like Stockwell.   
      
      
      
   "I shouldn't have made you face this," Walter said. "I'm sorry, Alex."   
      
      
      
   "No," Alex said, "I wanted to see everybody again. I'll be fine. Let me up."   
      
      
      
   "I'm here for you," Walter said, his big hand still holding Alex's.   
      
      
      
   Alex's head slowly cleared. Could he be wrong? Was the man in the poster, the   
   fucking police chief, the other guy who raped him?   
      
      
      
   His memories were a jumble. He hadn't really seen the guy clearly. He could   
   have just projected the guy's face onto the ominous figure that Justin had   
   created with his graphics.   
      
      
      
   "So, Justin? Is that guy still police chief?" Alex asked.   
      
      
      
   "Sort of, but the new mayor is keeping tight reins. I guess he thinks if he   
   fires the guy that it would look bad because the chief ran against him. His   
   contract runs out in a few months and the city council probably won't renew   
   it. There are too many    
   questions. Conspiracies."   
      
      
      
   "I know about conspiracies," Alex said. He had thought CSM Spender was the   
   most frightening man he ever had met. His head knew that his old enemy had   
   posed a major risk to humankind, but his body told him that Stockwell was a   
   horror. It made him feel    
   sick with terror and with disgust for himself. Stockwell had reduced him to a   
   suffering body and taken even the shreds of dignity that Spender had left him.   
   His fear of Stockwell was personal, not like the way he had felt about   
   Spender. Alex's stomach    
   churned.   
      
      
      
   Damn, Alex realized he was going to lose it. He ran for the bathroom, barely   
   making it in time not to disgrace himself.   
      
      
      
   Walter followed, of course. Alex waved him out, not wanting his lover to see   
   him like this.   
      
      
      
   A long time later, Alex emerged to find Walter waiting with Debbie.   
      
      
      
   "The guys will close up for me," Debbie said. "Come on, Angel, let's go home."   
      
      
      
   OooOooO   
      
      
      
   The bed was a double, not enough room even for lovers when the lovers were as   
   tall and well built as the two of them. It was a relief when Debbie left.   
   Walter liked her, he really did, but he wanted to be alone with Alex.   
      
      
      
   Old habit made Walter pull on pajamas before going to bed. Sharon had insisted   
   that he wear nice pajamas to bed when they stayed at a hotel or with friends.   
   Alex wouldn't care. He preferred Walter naked, but Sharon had trained Walter   
   well. He was always    
   closed the toilet seat even when Alex was the one who had left it up. He never   
   drank out of milk cartons or scratched himself in public. Alex had inherited a   
   well trained husband whether he wanted one or not.   
      
      
      
   Alex came back, pink scrubbed. Alex always loved to bathe. Hell, their   
   bathroom was sybaritic, one of the best furnished rooms in their home.   
   However, lately he had been showering or bathing several times a day. Still   
   wet, Alex got into bed, huddled away    
   from Walter.   
      
      
      
   "Alex," Walter said, sounding grief stricken even to his own ears. "Alex,   
   don't do this to yourself."   
      
      
      
   Touching him felt like touching rock beneath the velvet of his flesh. This was   
   not what Walter hoped would happen. His hand remained on Alex's shoulder, not   
   forcing, but offering.   
      
      
      
   Slowly, almost reluctantly, Alex turned. Walter moved a little closer and Alex   
   folded into his arms, head buried in Walter's shoulder. "Spender always said I   
   was weak. Mulder used to call me a coward every time he saw me. Guess they   
   knew me."   
      
      
      
   "You're no coward. Even Mulder knows that now. You are brave and beautiful,"   
   Walter said.   
      
      
      
   Alex opened his robe and unbuttoned Walter's pajama top. "I need to feel you,"   
   Alex explained.   
      
      
      
   "And, kiss you," Alex added, following through with a tentative kiss. Walter   
   gathered him even closer and the kiss became passionate.   
      
      
      
   Walter's tongue found Alex's unique flavor beneath the guise of mouthwash and   
   toothpaste. He nuzzled Alex's neck, inhaling him deep, the scent beneath the   
   soap telling him that this was his lover, his mate. Their hands explored each   
   other, finding those    
   familiar places that gave the most pleasure.   
      
      
      
   Alex's lips parted beneath his and Walter's tongue became a gentle, but   
   relentless invader. Alex's moan vibrated beneath Walter's lips. Walter could   
   feel Alex's cock becoming insistent as it pressed against his groin. His own   
   had no problem joining the    
   joust of flesh. Alex's hands pushed down his pajama bottoms and the two paused   
   to remove the barriers to bare flesh.   
      
      
      
   Alex's leg rode over Walter's and Walter started to think he wanted to be   
   fucked.   
      
      
      
   At which point, there was a rap on the door, a cheerful voice yelling,   
   "Ovaltine? There's nothing like a good cup of Ovaltine."   
      
      
      
   And damn if Debbie wasn't in the room.   
      
      
      
   The two men sprang apart, clutching bed sheet and blankets to conceal wilting   
   erections.   
      
      
      
   Walter seriously thought about pulling the covers over his mortified face.   
      
      
      
   "Did I interrupt something?" Debbie asked, not quite as innocently as she   
   probably wanted to sound.   
      
      
      
   'Mom!!" Alex said. "Damn Mom, you knock and then you wait."   
      
      
      
   "Well, I didn't know," Debbie said. "I'm sorry."   
      
      
      
   However, Debbie didn't move to leave the room. She picked up the strewn   
   garments and said, "I'll just add these to the wash. Now don't bother getting   
   up. I'll pour for you right in the bed."   
      
      
      
   Walter waited in horror for Debbie to tuck herself right into the bed with   
   them, but it didn't happened. She went around to the night table and set down   
   a steaming cup of Ovaltine and a plate of cookies. "Alex always liked a cup of   
   cocoa or Ovaltine    
   before going to bed. This is going to be so much fun. Just like old times."   
      
      
      
      
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