Walter drove through the city of Washington, D.C., making his way slowly home through the rush hour traffic. He had the radio on, but was not particularly listening to the music. The weather report caught his attention, mentioned the probability of snow in the higher elevations, anywhere from 1-3 inches.
He had received a telephone call earlier from his love, stating that he'd be back home tonight, after successfully dealing with the cow situation in Broken Bow. It turned out that some of the local high school kids were angry at an old farmer, and were taking his cows from the pasture, painting them with glow-in-the-dark paint and then turning them loose to run around town. The two agents had quickly put a stop to that, but it had taken a few days to round up all the culprits and get the proper punishment established.

Walter smiled at the idea of the boys having to scrub the paint off the cows, and then having to paint the farmer's barn, which was probably the largest in a 50 mile area, according to Mulder. Well, if they insisted on being paint happy, it could at least be to someone else's benefit, right? No charges were brought up, as none of the cows had been stolen, just decorated and returned, eventually. And at least they weren't running around Main Street. Walter had laughed at the old farmer's idea of the barn painting. Let the punishment fit the crime, indeed!

Making his way over the Memorial Bridge and past Arlington Cemetery and the Pentagon towards I-395, Walter started mentally planning his weekend. It was a long weekend, with the Feds getting Monday off for the Columbus Day holiday. He'd been thinking about the cabin all week long, and had let his lover know about it on the phone. "Meet me at the cabin, and I'll have a special surprise for you there."

Getting onto I-395, he bypassed his regular exit to Crystal City and drove down to Rt. 7. Humming along to himself, he went to this little out-of-the-way shop he knew. Entering, he looked over the merchandise a bit before selecting his purchases, making sure he had plenty of lube and condoms. He remembered the time when he first came in here, how embarrassed he was to be shopping for "toys" that he could use on his lover. Now, it was old hat, and the proprietress knew and greeted him by name.

Setting his bag of goodies on the seat beside him, Walter started the car and drove home to Crystal City. He left the bag and went to the apartment and stayed just long enough to pack a bag, then got back in the car, ran by the supermarket to get food stuff for this weekend, then started the hour and a half long drive to his cabin. Tucked up into the Blue Ridge, it sat on 10 acres of land and was very secluded and private. There wasn't any problem with playing any type of games here, whether they be inside or outside. Making love in the hammock was awkward, but fun, he'd discovered some time ago.

Walter drove, thinking about how much he needed to get away, and wishing he could do so more often. But with having one of his subordinates as his lover, everything had to remain hush-hush for now. He'd be glad when the time came that he could be open about everything. But that time was not now.

Finally turning down the dirt road that led to the cabin, he was pleased to see that his love had not arrived yet. That gave him time to get everything set up. He had a lot of work to do!

First, get the food put away, leaving out the "fun" stuff, the chocolate sauce that was his weakness, the whipped cream so it wouldn't be too cold when it was applied. A bowl of warm water next to the fireplace with the massage oil in it. He knew his love would be cramped up from sitting in an airplane for hours. The soft blanket that they kept nearby so they wouldn't get oil on the fur rug in front of the fireplace was spread.

He looked outside and noticed that it was beginning to snow. He hoped that there would be no problem getting here now that it was almost dark.

Candles were lit, and the lights turned down. The soft illumination would be wonderfully relaxing, and that's just what he was aiming for.

Next, dinner. He had some steaks he wanted to marinade, so he got them out and ready to soak. He scrubbed potatoes and prepared them to bake. Fresh veggies were set to steam. The table was set with a tablecloth and dishes, and the flowers that he had purchased at the supermarket were set in the middle of the table, next to candles in the candleholders that had belonged to his grandmother.

Walter showered, put on clean clothes, jeans that had seen better days, almost white and worn through in a couple of places, and a soft forest green henley. Walter knew how much these jeans turned on his partner, and he wore them specifically tonight.

Soft music was playing on the stereo when he heard the crunch of tires on the gravel drive. Looking out the big picture window, he spotted his lover and stepped out onto the big front porch. Soft moonlight bathed him in its glow, and painted the landscape with a silver sheen.

"Hey, you," Walter growled.

"Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes."

"I've missed you, too. Got any other bags?"

"Nope, just this one. We ran into a storm over Minneapolis, which delayed us for a bit. Drove right out here from the airport."

"Good. C'mon in. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, but not necessarily for food. You're wearing those jeans again. Didn't your mother ever tell you it was indecent to let things hang out of your clothes like that?"

Walter grinned, "Yeah, but she ain't here, is she?"

"Oh, and I am SO glad!"

Footsteps on the 3 stairs leading up to the porch were heard, and then Walter felt himself surrounded by loving arms, and warm, gentle lips met his. "Welcome home, love."

"Ummmm. Thank you. Let's go in, it's beginning to get a big cold out here. And I don't want you to catch a chill in those clothes you're hardly wearing."

Walter led the way back into the cabin. "Let's eat dinner first, I've not had anything since lunch, and you are definitely going to need your strength!"

Glittering eyes followed him around the kitchen. "Is that the teriyaki marinade that I like so much? Did you save any for dipping? What veggies did you make? Is there anything that I can do?"

Walter laughed. "No, and stop hopping around before you hurt yourself. Why don't you go in and take a quick shower, get into some comfortable clothes. By that time, it'll be time to eat."

"Oh, alright. If you're sure I can't do anything to help." This was whispered in his ear as a firm hand brushed against the front of his jeans. "If you're sure......"

Walter grabbed his lover and kissed him, waiting for the soft moan that he knew would come. When it did, he gently eased his tongue past those soft lips and tasted the mouth he so loved to explore. Giving thanks for the fact that his lover was so oral, he took a few minutes to play and fight for dominance of this kiss, he let his tongue caress that of his partners. Breaking off the kiss, he listened to the harsh breathing of his lover. Knowing that his own breath was just as ragged, he took the man by the shoulders and pushed him toward the bathroom. "Go, shower now. If we don't eat now, we never will, and I'm hungry."

Flashing a wicked grin, he turned, and tracing his fingers along his very visible erection, he gazed at Walter and said, "Are you sure you don't want dessert first?"

Walter reached out, snagged a dishtowel from the rack and popped it at his lover. "Go! Get! Shoo!" and listened to the merry laughter that echoed through the cabin.

Just as he was setting the last of the dishes on the table, he felt arms circle his waist. "Anything else to do?"

"Nope, just set yourself down."

"Good, just in time to get out of the work."

"Oh, I don't want to hear that. You've had it easy all week long, while I've had to sit in meeting after boring meeting, and have my butt chewed out once again over Mulder's expenses."

"Oh, poor you. At least you haven't had to run after him every time he gets a notion. We're driving along, when all of a sudden, he slams on the breaks, jumps out of the car, runs through this field and starts screaming something about crop circles. As it turned out, all the farmer was doing was cutting silage for his cows. Nothing mysterious, nothing alien, but I almost get my head put through the windshield. You can't tell me that you've had a worse week than I have!"

Walter laughed, and said, "No, I guess I haven't!"

Conversation died down while they ate their meal, sharing loving glances and soft touches. After doing the dishes, they went out to the living room, where Walter had set the scene for a massage.

"Oh, man, I could really use one of those right about now! I've got this crick in my neck that just won't go away!"

"That's what I'm here for, baby. Why don't you take off your clothes and get comfortable while I get the massage oil?"

Turning to make sure the oil was properly warmed, he looked back to see his lover lying down with his face buried in his arms, looking good enough to eat. Walter couldn't resist leaning down and gently kissing one shoulder blade.

He heard a mumbled, "Stop that, it tickles," and chuckled as he poured the warm oil in his hand, rubbed them together and stroked up his partner's back. "oooooooohhhhhhhh, gawd, that feels so good....."

"It's intended to."

The man before him was reduced to a puddle of goo by the time Walter finished with his back and neck, almost purring his satisfaction. Walter had turned him over during the massage, and had smoothed gentle fingers over stress hard muscles in his chest and legs. Now Walter turned him again, onto his stomach and reached for the oil once again, this time paying particular attention to his backside. A moan was heard when a finger was slipped between the large muscles, and softly pressed up against the rosebud opening.

Oiling his hands again, Walter teased his partner with long strokes down the center, spreading the oil as he went. Brushing repeated over his lover's hole, he sometimes dipped his finger in to lightly penetrate. Soon, his lover was pushing gently upward for a deeper massage. Walter coated his fingers well, and pushed into the warm opening before him. Sliding the well-lubed finger in and out, he soon added two and listened to the sounds coming from the man on the rug before him. Watching him in the firelight always turned Walter on, and by the time he was up to three fingers, Walter was rock hard, and ready for action.

Sliding a condom on, and lubing it up well, he positioned his lover by adding a pillow under his hips, making sure that the hard cock wasn't pinned uncomfortably. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the man beneath him.

Just as he lined up his cock at his lover's entrance, he heard a soft, "Wait."

"What is it, love?"

"Wanna see you, wanna watch you. Missed you so much."

Walter helped his man turn over, and gazed into those eyes he loved so much. Watched them close in ecstasy as he pushed and entered his lover. Watched the brow briefly crease as he pushed past the tight ring inside, but smooth out once the body below him adjusted to his thickness. Seeing those eyes open, and all the love that they contained made Walter vow once again that this homecoming would be one of the best ever. Slowly he began to withdraw from the tight heat, and just as slowly pushed in. Hearing that low moan again almost drove him to the brink, but he managed to control himself, and did it again.

"Oh, please, Walter, fuck me. Fuck me so good."

"Oh, yeah, I will, baby. I will."

"Fuck me now!"

Walter didn't need any more encouragement, he started to stroke into his lover, angling so that he hit that little nub of flesh inside and watching his lover writhe beneath him. Eyes once again closed, the man had now ceased to form any recognizable words, but the sounds he made drove Walter mad.

"Aaahhh, aaahhh, oh oh oh, Wallllllllttttttteeeerrrrrrrr!"

At the sound of his name on his lover's lips, he drove inside the willing body once, twice and again, roaring out his completion as he pumped inside his lover. Just retaining enough sense to not fall and crush his partner, Walter slid down beside the boneless man. Gasping air, trying to regain his composure, Walter looked at the man lying next to him on the soft blanket. The flames highlighted the sable brown hair and flickered in the moss green eyes of the man lying next to him. Walter smiled gently at Alex Krycek as he rolled over to look at the man who had given him such pleasure.

A voice was heard from the chair on the other side of him. "Oh, that was just too good for words," she sighed, removing her hand from her sopping wet pussy. Then her face slid into an extremely obstinate pout. Walter looked up to see her slide down onto the floor next to them. "But next time, I get to be the first one in the door, Alex."

Walter grinned and reached for her, looking into her clear blue eyes. He brushed back her red hair, noting that it looked so very much like the flames in the fireplace. "Dana, next time is your time, and you'll have both of us all to yourself." Walter chuckled. "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it!"

She snuggled down between them, Walter cuddling in on one side, Alex on the other. She sighed, and said sleepily, "Promises, promises," as they drifted off to sleep.

THE END

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