Title: Starlight Time

Author: Amazon X

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Category: X-mas, slash, X-files

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Walter usually doesn't celebrate Christmas, but the gift he's given he can't refuse.

Archive: The Basement, Full House Slash, Gossamer, WWOMB, and if I OKed when I signed up on the list, go for it.  Anyone else, just tell me!

Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, I have no money.

Notes: Laura came up with this on "The Rat and Bear Show" LJ community, saying that this is how Walter's spends him holiday.  Well, she's already writing something, and I've been doing so well writing lately, I decided to do this for her.  This takes place before Tunguska, since I love Alex with both arms.  Thank you Aunt Ursula for the beta.  I know it was short, but it needed it.  So, Merry Christmas everyone, Walter and Alex are enjoying theirs!

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J. EDGAR HOOVER BUILDING
CHRISTMAS EVE, 2004

Walter Skinner sat in his office, sending out the last message to the department before closing down his mail program.  He would write the notes for the last report, then finish the notes for the training manual Kersh wanted him to update.   So much work to do and so little time.  There was also the textbook on investigative style that he wanted to review for the academy.  Sighing, Walter knew he couldn't get it done on Christmas Eve in his office at nine o'clock at night.

Where else did he have to go?  He'd politely declined the offer from Agent Scully to attend the party at her mother's home, lying that he had a previous engagement.  He also ignored his sister's plea to come out to the farm where he grew up.  Her husband, the beer-guzzling toothless proprietor of the former Skinner farm, which had become the Shillinger farm, and barely made a dime, usually ended up upsetting Walter so much, he'd leave with a massive migraine.

No, Walter was very happy to go home to his condo, where he had a turkey breast waiting with stuffing and all the other trimmings he remembered from a child.  There were two neat portions, one for Christmas Eve, one for Christmas Day.  He had the gift his sister sent him, along with the one that Arlene had given him.  She was such a sweet lady.  He didn't do any decorating of his office for the holidays, insisted she not bother.  Of course, she decorated the outer office very gaily with wreaths and tinsel, lights and a lovely tree.

She'd snuck in one morning and set up a small heather tree on his side table, with red bows on the boughs and a gold-beaded garland around it.  He loved the touch of the star on top, which was not what his family did.  His family would have a hand-made angel, handed down from his grandparents, who while being Russian immigrants, were determined to fit into their new culture.  Grandma Kozletska sewed a quilted angel and since Walter had been married first, he was the recipient of the angel.  After Sharon died, he gifted his sister with the angel, which made her weep.

That star, that twinkly plastic star on that sad little tree made Walter smile sadly.  Was that all that Walter had in his life?  Once, he had more.  Once he had a sweet boy with green eyes, floppy hair he needed to gel back, bad suits and stars in his eyes.  The young man was as enamored of Walter as Walter was of him.  They shared a very short, very passionate affair, one that ended his marriage.  If Sharon hadn't died, he would surely have divorced her.  This was his first Christmas alone.

The outcome of the affair still set a certain place in Walter's heart throbbing painfully.  He and his lover, who was enticed by power and money, eventually came to blows over the betrayal.  He didn't want his lover to leave him, but he also knew the younger man wouldn't listen to him.  He had to let Alex go on his way.  Who knew that way would end up biting him in the ass?  Literally, as a matter of fact.  He'd been attacked in a stairwell, shot and his wife was murdered by the men who wanted to give the planet away to aliens.  What he wouldn't give to have just a little happiness back...

At half past nine, he decided to go home and make himself a quick dinner, everything microwaving perfectly.  He sat at his kitchen table, reading the Washington Post, not really letting anything sink in.  When he was done, he cleaned up quickly, and then went to the living room to have a glass of scotch and watch his little tree.  He'd brought it home, the only decoration in the apartment.

He sat in his leather chair, staring at the tree as it picked up the soft light in the room and seemed to sparkle.  Maybe it was the late night, maybe it was the scotch, but a fuzzy, warm feeling began to float over Walter and his eyes started to droop.  The star on top of the tree amazed him.

Then something caught his eye out the window.  Another star, way up in the heavens, as the clouds separated, shone down on him.  He looked at that star, thinking of his former lover, wondering if Alex was looking at the same star somewhere out in the world.  Walter had lost track of Alex after Mulder came back from Hong Kong with him.

It had to be the scotch, because Walter soon found himself desperately wanting to see Alex, to the point where he felt he had to restrain himself from going for the phone to call the Smoker and ask where Alex was.  In the end, he sat in his chair, sipping his scotch, until things went dark, and the glass of melting ice slipped from his hand and thunked on the carpet, the ice cubes tinkling inside the cut crystal.

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Alex Krycek stared up at the tall glass building, squinting to see the 17th floor.  Luck would have it that the lights were still on at half past eleven before Christmas.  He smiled, knowing that he would most likely find Walter asleep, book in his lap, glasses tipped down his nose.  He slipped in through the parking garage, and into the service elevator, all under the nose of the doorman.  Usually, he would just grease the palms of whomever he needed to get past, but in this case, cash was running low, and he didn't want gossip spreading about Walter.

The lock was still the same as when he gave Alex the key after he left the house that he never liked anyway.  Alex slipped inside and relocked the door, turning and expecting to see Walter laying on the couch.  He didn't like the look of the glass on the rug and the wet spot of melted ice.

He walked around the chair, expecting to find a bullet hole in either Walter's head or chest, and was thankful to see him just sleeping.  He slid his jacket down his arms and laid it on the couch.  Crouching before Walter, Alex reached out and stroked a slackened cheek until Walter slowly came awake.  The smile that started in Walter's mouth quickly reached his eyes.

"Hey, stranger," Walter drawled while stretching.  "I was just thinking about you."

"And you passed out?  How...thoughtful."

Walter sat up straight and cuffed Alex lightly in the head.  "I mean before I fell asleep.  I was wondering where you were."

"I was on my way to you.  I'm...I'm sorry about the last time I saw you, Walter.  I couldn't help it...they wanted to...I mean, they'll kill me..."

"I know, Alex.  Come on, let's go up to bed.  We can talk more in the morning."  Walter stood and started toward the stairs.  He stopped a moment when he saw Alex reach into his leather jacket, as if Alex would pull out a weapon.  It was a wrapped box, small and neat.  He placed it under the tree and turned back to Walter, smiling.

"This is for the morning."  Alex followed Walter up the stairs, enjoying the play of muscles under the suit pants ahead of him.  He'd wanted to visit Walter for the longest time, but didn't have the guts to come to the house, especially after Sharon died.  But it was months ago, Alex reasoned, and this was Walter's first Christmas alone.  He couldn't let Walter wake up Christmas morning alone.  He wouldn't do that to the only person who ever said "I love you" to Alex and actually meant it.  Other than Mama, of course.  But she was long dead, along with his father who died before he was born.

He was determined not to fall into maudlin memories before getting into the bed of his lover.  He would concentrate on the large bed with its mahogany headboard, deep maroon duvet and thick, soft pillows.  Alex craved the creature comforts he knew Walter had in abundance, like the Jacuzzi bathtub and the hand-carved bacon.  They'd bathe together in the morning and Alex would make them breakfast, knowing Walter always burned the bacon.

Alex stood back and just watched as Walter undressed, taking the time to sort his laundry in the baskets in the bathroom, and walked out totally naked.  Alex inhaled sharply, alerting Walter that he was still there, and paying close attention.  Walter sat on the still-made bed and patted the duvet.  "Why don't you undress and sit with me for a while, Alex?  We haven't talked in a while."

"You think you'll be able to talk after I get undressed?" Alex teased, slipping his jacket from his shoulders.  He toed off his shoes as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall beside the leather puddle.  His pants and shorts went in one whoosh of air and his socks slid off under the strong pull of his toes.

Alex prowled across the bed, crawling like a feral cat.  Walter reached out, curling his fingers into the short bristles of Alex's hair.  "Why did you cut it so short?  I loved it longer, falling in your eyes."

"This is easier for work.  Now kiss me OK?  Let's forget about everything but us."

Alex pressed his lips Walter's, devouring the man's mouth.  Walter kissed back with equal force, having gone a while without Alex.  Alex knew Walter wouldn't sleep with anyone else after the Carina Sayles debacle.  So Walter was just waiting for him.

Alex lay him back and lay across his chest, one hand cradling Walter's face, the other trailing through his chest hair.  He pinched Walter's brown nipples until they were standing.  Moving to Walter's neck, he savored the skin there, the salt of the day of work his man put in, the heat of his passion radiating into Alex's lips.

"God, Walter, you are so hot...I love kissing you," Alex murmured as he moved down Walter's body.

A hand went to Alex's shoulder.  "Don't tease me, Alex.  Just get down there and suck me."

"So commanding," Alex said, reaching for Walter's erect cock.  He tongued the underside, tickling around the head, making Walter squirm.

"Yeah, that's it.  Oh, I miss this..." Walter moaned as Alex deep throated him, tickling the head with his throat.  He loved doing this to Walter, making Walter happy with small gestures.  Alex didn't see it as much, but they always meant everything to Walter.

A hand held Walter's huge balls, and Alex could feel them starting to draw up.  Walter was too close, so he gave them a squeeze that was too strong to be a tease.

"Hey!  Be careful with those," Walter said.  Alex just smiled up at him and crawled up his body.

"I think it's time you and I got down to business," Alex said, reaching to the drawer of the night table.  Walter was so predictable, always leaving the lube there.  Alex greased Walter's stiff dick well, knowing he wanted to move easily.  Dropping down, feeling himself filled with the heat of his lover made Alex finally relax.  He was safe.

Walter groaned when Alex bottomed out, resting on Walter's body.  Two big, warm hands came about Alex's waist, squeezing a little and holding tight.

"You've lost weight," Walter said.

"Yeah, trying to keep my girlish figure," Alex said back, raising up.  He slid down again, relishing feeling himself filled over and over.  He loved that Walter was so well endowed, choosing the best man for his lover.  They moved together, finding their same old rhythm that never left them through the years since they'd stopped seeing each other regularly.

Walter reached out and stroked Alex in time with his thrusts.  Alex knew Walter loved to feel Alex coming on him, and wanted to expedite it.  They had all night to be together.  And all day the next day as well.  There would be more chances to draw it out, to make it wonderful.  All too quickly, Alex came, decorating Walter's chest with his come.  Moments later, warned only by Walter's deep-chested moans, Alex felt his ass filled with Walter's come.  He collapsed on his lover, smiling into Walter's neck, placing small kisses there.

"Oh, I missed you, Alex," Walter said.  "Thank you for coming here.  This was going to be..."

"It's not.  I'm here.  You think I'd let you spend Christmas alone?"  Alex knew Walter secretly loved Christmas, but would never show it to anyone.  The couple rose to shower quickly, wanting to sleep comfortably.  They necked like teenagers until Alex pulled away.  "Come on, let's get some sleep."

Alex dried his lover and led them back to bed.  Walter settled on his back and pulled Alex to lay across his chest.  Alex had dreamed of being pillowed against one of Walter's pec muscles.  He kissed the muscle and settled down.

"Hey, Alex, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Walter."

Before Alex fell asleep, he looked out the bedroom window to see the star twinkling in the clear sky.  It had been twinkling at him, making him think of Walter and pushing him to go to Walter's condo.  He watched the star blink completely off then on twice, before it flew out of his visual field.  He closed his eyes, trying not to think about it.  Not think about the Rebels, what he had to do when he left, and how he could keep the secrets from the man he loved, helping him while seemingly working against him.  Alex just wanted to sleep with Walter, wake up and have a merry Christmas.

He heard the soft snore coming from Walter and settled down.  Sleep would over take him soon and he would happily go.

The End
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