The kids

Life from the Ashes Series. Book 5 Generations

By Jo B

purplefox@usfamily.net

Rating: NC-17

Keywords: M/Sk/K SLASH

Disclaimer: The X-Files characters Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Alex
Krycek, Walter Skinner, Jeffrey Spender, CSM, the Lone Gunmen,
Kimberly Cook, Senator Matheson, Bill Scully, the morph etc. are
the property Chris Carter, 1013 productions and Fox Broadcasting.
All other characters in the series are mine.

Summary: This is an Alternative Universe Story. It takes place
after an alien virus has killed off most of the world's females
and caused mutations in forty-five percent of the remaining
males.

Authors Notes: This is the fifth and final book in the series.
The story is told from Mulder's POV.

Special thanks to my beta-readers Nicole, Laurie, Cerulean Blue,
and Demi-X.

Feedback is always welcome. Any constructive suggestions are
appreciated.

WARNING! This story contains references to male/male sex.

Okay to Archive: please ask first.

Chapter 3 Fox By Jo B

Crystal Palace Saturday, November 25, 2017

I gaze up at the sparkling high ceiling as I lay on my back in
bed. The moonlight is coming in through the floor-to-ceiling
windows in the loft bathroom, shining on the crystals embedded in
the plaster. In the daytime the crystals paint rainbows on the
walls. It has been the delight of all of our children through the
years. I listen to the gentle snores issuing from Walter while
trying to pick up any sound from Alex. At this early morning hour
my thoughts and feelings are solely mine alone. No kids or lovers
to distract me from contemplating my life.

The sweet smell of sex still hangs thick in the air. I shift my
legs, placing my feet flat on the mattress as I reach underneath
my thigh to finger my anus. It's still slightly sore and moist
from Walter's love making a few hours ago. I can still feel the
dull throb of the bite mark on my buttock. I sigh. The aches and
the marks will be gone with the moon when dawn breaks. I needed
the distraction of some extra rough sex last night. I didn't want
to think about Sasha. Now my thoughts are exclusively on my
child. He doesn't know what a dangerous path he is traveling on.
Having anal sex with a sorcerer is something he should avoid at
all costs. They have a way of stealing an immortal's freedom like
no other being on this planet. Ari is the freest amongst us; he's
saved that special part of himself solely for Duffy. Although Ari
has had many men impregnate him over the years, no man,
clairvoyant or sorcerer has ever had anal sex with him. I turn my
head and stare at Walter spread out sleeping on his stomach like
a big cuddly bear. His head is turned toward me. I can't help the
smile that creeps across my lips watching him. He reminds me that
sorcerers also have a way of stealing one's heart. I wouldn't
give up Walter for all the freedom on Earth.

I sigh again, looking over at the glowing green numbers on the
wall clock. It is nearly four a.m. I'm not going to be able to
sleep or rest until I talk to Sasha. I slip out from under the
blankets, careful not to wake Walter. I crawl over Alex, looking
down briefly at his tranquil face. No need to be quiet for his
sake--an earthquake wouldn't wake sleeping beauty for the next
three weeks. I place a chaste kiss on his lips as I ease out of
bed.

I don't turn on any lights as I walk up the steps to the
bathroom. The moon provides plenty of light to find the toilet. I
relieve myself then wash my hands and splash cold water on my
face. I run a soapy washcloth over my penis and balls, then
between my buttocks, removing all traces of semen. Turning toward
the moonlight coming in from the windows I pause to look down at
my full nipples. A small amount of milk glistens on them. Shaking
my head sadly, I walk over to the medicine cabinet and take out
the sole bottle of pills it contains. It's a prescription I
received from Doctor Pendrell to help dry up my milk. The bottle
contains ten pills to be taken once daily. I swallow the pill dry
then replace the bottle in the cabinet.

I grab my terrycloth robe off the hook and pull it on as I walk
back down the steps.

The nursery door is closed. It has the tendency to squeak, so
instead of opening it I walk through it. Arman has kicked off his
blankets and is lying curled up against the headboard sleeping
sideways on the bed. I fix the blankets and reposition him under
the covers. He doesn't wake. I watch him for a few minutes before
heading out of the nursery on my way to Sasha's bedroom. The
older kids, with the exception of River, all wanted to move to
the west wing once they became teenagers. It was far enough away
from our bedroom that we wouldn't hear their stereos or late
night conversations, and they wouldn't hear crying babies or
their Dads having sex. It was a win win situation for all of us.

It takes me ten minutes to transverse the corridors before I
reach Sasha's door. I stand there hesitantly. Unsure if I still
have the resolve for the conversation I want to have with him. I
was going to wait until he was eighteen, but that might be too
late at the rate he's going. Opening the door, I step inside and
wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness before closing the
door behind me. No moonlight is making it through the windows on
this side of the palace. I walk over to the night table and turn
on the tiffany lamp.

Sasha murmurs in his sleep turning away from the light. I sit on
the bed watching him sleep. Everyday he's looking more like Alex.
Only a couple of features set them apart--Sasha's inherited my
mole and ears. I touch my stomach as I watch him, still amazed
after all these years that he was once growing inside me. I
recall all the times I took him to my office with me when he was
a boy. He's still welcome there by the agents with open arms. It
takes a moment for me to realize that he is peering at me through
half-closed lids.

"Dad, what do you want?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"You're the reason I couldn't sleep."

"Isn't it enough that you've arrested my boyfriend? Now you have
to blame me for your sleeping problems, too."

"I'm not blaming you for anything, Sasha. You told me yesterday
that you wanted to be like Ari. To go on walkabouts like he does.
If you would have succeeded in having sex with Ben Stever you
would have lost any hope of ever doing that."

"Dad, there's a cure for withdrawals symptoms now--"

"It's only a temporary cure! If you stop using the suppositories,
you'll be in even more pain from the withdrawal symptoms!" I
close my eyes and turn my back on him. Years of hell crash down
on me as my eidetic memory recalls all those painful times.

"Dad?" he says softly, moving to sit next to me. "What's wrong?"

"I was the very first immortal. The others mutated soon after me,
but I was the first. Sasha, I lost everything when I changed. All
the little freedoms I used to take for granted were gone. Your
Dad Walter became very protective of me. It was shortly after I
changed that we became lovers. He was my first male lover...your
Dad Alex was my second. I learned to rely heavily on both your
fathers for protection, until Alex was changed into an immortal
in a freak accident. Then he was in the same boat as me. You've
already heard and read all about this from the different
biographies written about us. What you haven't heard was the time
I spent with Nikolai Slava or as a prisoner of the consortium." I
wring my hands together. I've never told another living human
being everything that happened between Slava and me. Walter and
Alex know everything about what happened to me when the
consortium had their hands on me. Alex was with me at the time. I
don't think I'll be able to tell Sasha everything...not yet.

Sasha takes a hold of my hand. "Tell me, Dad."

"The first time was when I had run off with Alex...after I found
out that Walter had deceived me and was the one who really killed
my father. It wasn't until much later that I discovered that Alex
had deceived me about Walter's death. Those were ugly, terrifying
days for me. I'd only been an immortal a few months and was still
having problems adjusting. I didn't know who to trust or believe.
Alex took me to Russia, it was onboard the plane that I first met
Slava. Alex knew him from past dealings with him. When I found
out about Alex's deception, I wanted to go back to Walter, but
Alex wouldn't allow me to leave. Slava offered to help me. It was
stupid for me to trust him, but I was so desperate." I look
across the room and focus on one of my son's posters as I
continue to talk. "The minute I stepped into his limousine I knew
I'd made the biggest mistake in my life. He used his powers to
make me strip for him. Then he raped me over, and over again on
the drive from St. Petersburg to Moscow. No one had ever done the
things he did to me. I was with him for days until--"

"Until Dads Walter and Alex, rescued you," Sasha says.

"Yeah." He's heard this part of the story, but not about my being
raped. "...'til they rescued me, I had no rights. Slava decided
what I wore, what I ate, when I slept...I wasn't allowed to speak
to anyone other than Yori. I was Slava's property."

"Dad, you must have loved him a little...you have children with
him."

I turn and look at Sasha appalled. "I never agreed to have
children with him. He raped me and stole my semen." I chuckle
sadly, "I didn't even know about my Russian daughters until the
day I was escaping from Slava the second time. Then for years he
wouldn't allow me to see them--even when he and Alex were
lovers."

"I didn't know, Dad. I'm sorry." Sasha leans against me and rests
his head on my shoulder. "How can you stand being in the same
room as Tsar Nikolai?"

I hug him, resting my cheek against his silky head. "It isn't
easy. I love your half-sisters too much to allow my dislike for
Slava to interfere with our relationship. When you have kids of
your own someday, you'll understand what I mean." I don't tell
him that Alex has a worse time being around Slava or about Nicky
being conceived from Slava raping Alex.

We sit quietly for a long time. "Sash, promise me you'll wait
until you're older to have sex...at the very least talk to me
first. I don't want you hurt."

"Is that what you think Ben would have done?"

"At your age, yes. You're an immortal. You'll be fought over and
placed on a pedestal by other men. Most will only see a beautiful
face and body, and not the person within." I tap Sasha's chest
over his heart. "You need to search carefully for the right man.
Someone who will love you for yourself and not for the status
they will achieve by owning you."

"How will I know?" he whispers.

"That's where this comes in handy." I tap his forehead this time.
"Don't rely on your heart...use your brain. If that doesn't work,
and you're still unsure, come and talk to your Dads and me."

Sasha hugs me and buries his face against my shoulder. "Dad,
don't worry, no one will ever own me. I plan to always be the one
in control."

My son has the confidence that only comes with youth. One day
he's going to wake up to the harsh reality of life.

"Sasha, not everything works out as planned." I kiss his forehead
and hug him tightly before letting him go. "Go back to bed."

"Dad, I love you," he says, giving me a quick kiss before
crawling back under the covers.

I stand and turn off the lamp. I don't know if he'll listen to
what I've told him, somehow I doubt it. Still I feel better than
I did earlier. I head back to my bedroom. Walter is just climbing
out of bed when I walk through the doorway.

"Have you taken a shower yet?" he asks tiredly.

"No, do you want to share one?" I walk over to him and place my
hands on his bare hips, tilting my head slightly as I kiss him
good morning.

"Sure, Fox, after I brush my teeth." We walk up the steps to the
bathroom. "Where were you?"

"I was in Sasha's room talking to him." I strip off my robe,
hanging it back on the hook between Walter's and Alex's.

"What about?" Walter stands naked at the sink squeezing
toothpaste on his toothbrush.

"I told him about the first time Slava raped me. I was hoping if
he knew, he'd be more careful. I don't think it had much of an
impact on him." I turn on the shower and step under the spray.
It's too cold, but I don't care.

Walter reaches in and turns up the hot water before stepping in.
"Punishing yourself for our son's behavior isn't going to do him
or you any good."

"I know." I pick up a nylon puff and squirt some shower gel on
it. "Turn around and I'll wash your back." Walter has a nice
dusting of hair on his back that I find deliciously masculine.
It's not nearly as thick as the sexy tuft on his chest, but it is
more than I have on my body. I take my time washing his back.
Then I slip the puff between his buttocks and wash his ass and
balls then down his thighs. Kneeling next to his parted legs I
lean forward and run my tongue over one slick cheek. Dropping the
puff I use both hands to spread his cheeks apart and flick my
tongue down the crease. Walter moans and rocks his hips. I push
into his snug opening, fucking him with my tongue as the water
continues to wash over us. God, he's so tight.

"Fox, p-please...blow me--"

I chuckle as I scoot around to his front. His legs are too
rubbery for him to do anything but hold onto the shower wall. I
kneel before him admiring his manhood that is bobbing in front of
my eyes. Perfection. I wrap my lips around the plump, plum-sized
head and toy with the slit with the tip of my tongue. I tease him
this way for long minutes until a hand wraps in my hair and he
pushes more of his shaft into my mouth. I relax my throat muscles
and swallow the length of him then pull back. He holds my head
and thrusts back in; his heavy balls hit my chin. I know I'll
have a sore throat for the rest of the morning as Walter starts
fucking me in earnest.

I'm sporting an erection to rival his. Walter brings out the
animal in me with each thrust down my throat. I surprise both of
us by coming before him. My warm semen splashes against his legs.
I slip my damp finger into his anus and nudge at his pleasure
point. Walter pulls out so only the head is in my mouth and comes
explosively. His come washes over my tongue and hits the back of
my throat. He tastes wonderful. Thick and creamy and slightly
bitter from the alcohol we shared last night.

Walter sinks down next to me and pulls me into his arms. He's
panting heavily. We sit embracing on the shower floor as the
water continues to rain down on us. A noise draws our attention
away from each other as we glance across the bathroom to find
Arman sitting on his potty-chair. He's stripped off his sleeper.
I don't see it on the floor in the bathroom so it must be in the
nursery. Arman has a look of utter concentration on his face that
makes me laugh. He stands and grabs the end of the roll of toilet
paper and runs across the bathroom toward us, sans underpants
with the ribbon of paper trailing behind him.

"Wipe ME!"

I'm laughing as I shove Walter. "Go wipe your son."

"How come he's my son when he needs his butt wiped?" Walter
grumbles good-naturedly as he stands. "Go back to your potty
chair, champ. I'll wipe you as soon as I dry myself."

Arman ignores him as he stares at me sitting on the shower floor.
"Are you taking a bath?"

"No. Now do as Daddy Walter tells you." I climb back to my feet
as Arman heads over to his potty-chair. I lather up and wash
while Walter attends to our son.

"Fox, as long as you're already wet do you want to wash Mani? I
want to go to the kitchen and stuff the turkey and get it in the
oven."

"Sure. I'll be down later to help you, Bear."

I bend down and start washing Arman. He's being unusually quiet.
"Mani, what's wrong?"

"Bad men make you cry."

I frown, wondering what he's talking about. "Did you have a bad
dream last night?"

"T-they make you cry...." He starts crying and I scoop him up in
my arms.

"Shh, baby, it was only a bad dream." I rock him against my chest
as I turn off the water.

Stepping out of the shower I grab a towel from the rack and wrap
it around him. His sobs taper off as I continue to hold him
securely. I carry him down the steps and stand him on the bed to
finish drying him. Then I lay him down next to Alex.

"Mani, lay here for a moment while I get dressed." He crawls
under the covers and cuddles next to Alex. He is still upset, but
I don't know what else to do except stay close to him. For some
odd reason his dream disturbs me. I can't remember any of my
other kids having a dream like this at such a young age. I
hurriedly pull on a pair of jeans and a sweater, and then go into
the nursery for an outfit for Arman. I make his bed then lay his
good sweater and slacks on the bed spread for later. I grab a
sweat suit outfit for him to play in until dinner.

"C'mon, champ, let's get you dressed."

Arman crawls out from under the covers. "Is Daddy Alex going to
get up?"

I slip his legs through his underpants. "No. He's going to be
sleeping for a long time. If you're good, you can help me paint
Daddy Alex's fingernails and toenails later." I grin. It's only
fair since Alex did it to me while I was sleeping while pregnant
with Arman. He did more than just my nails.

"Daddy, I'm thirsty," Arman says, petting my sweater.

"You still have some chocolate milk in the refrigerator."

"I want your milk."

"Sorry, baby, Daddy's cutting you off."

"How come?" he pouts.

"You're getting too big."

"I little."

I hold his foot as I put his sneaker on it. "Daddy Walter wants
you in your own bedroom and I agree. I think you're old enough."
I hug him and set him back on the floor. I fix the blankets
around Alex and kiss him before taking Arman's hand. "Let's go to
the kitchen and I'll make you a bowl of Coco-wheats."

"Daddy, where's my bedroom?" he asks nervously.

I can tell he's worried. I walk across the hall to the closest
room and open the door. It's a center bedroom so there are no
windows. It does have a large sky light in the ceiling in the
bathroom. "How about this bedroom?"

He looks around, then runs out the door back to my bedroom then
races back again. "I like this bedroom, Daddy!"

"Good. You will still use the bathroom in your Dads and my
bedroom," I say, closing and locking the bathroom door. I don't
want him using it by himself until he's at least five.

Walter is singing as we enter the kitchen. He has Jacques' chef-
hat on his head and a kiss the cook apron on--which I do.

"Did you get the turkey in the oven?" I ask, walking over to the
oven and peering inside.

"As you can see, all twenty-eight pounds of him."

"Can I see, Daddy?" Arman runs over and looks under my arm. "Oh,
it's as big as me."

Walter chuckles, "With the stuffing inside it, it certainly
weighs more than you do, champ."

Gawain comes stomping into the kitchen followed by the triplets
and twins. It will be a few more hours until our older kids crawl
out of bed. I take a large pot down from the rack.

"Would you kids like Coco-wheats?"

"Yes, Daddy!" the triplets shouts.

"Are you making it with milk?" Gawain asks.

"Yes. Is there any other way?"

"Jacques makes it with water. I like it better with milk."

"C'mon, kids sit at the table and I'll get you some juice,"
Walter says, setting a steaming mug of coffee on the counter next
to me as I fill the pot with milk and set it over the burner.

I sip my coffee as I wait for the milk to heat. Once it is
steaming I pour the dry cereal in. I stir constantly until it
thickens. The smell always brings back memories of my childhood.
Walter sets a tray with eight bowls on the counter. I glob a
large portion into each bowl. Walter sprinkles a spoonful of
sugar over the globs.

"This is the most unappetizing looking stuff, Fox."

"Yeah, but I know you love it as much as the kids do."

Walter chuckles, and carries the full tray to the table. I refill
my mug with coffee and sit down next to Arman. Walter pours milk
over the globs of cereal in our bowls before sitting down between
the twins. It's a good thing our older kids like sleeping in on
weekends. The breakfast table is only large enough for nine.
There are stools at the counter but not enough for all of us to
eat in the kitchen together.

"Walter, we should think of expanding the kitchen," I say, taking
Arman's spoon I mash the cereal into the milk then hand him the
spoon back. "It's still hot, you'll need to blow on it."

"Fox, what do you have in mind?"

"More seating at the counter and a large breakfast area. We
really need the room between the kid's nannies, Alex expecting
again, and our future grandchildren this place is going to get
crowded fast."

"I'll talk to the architects and ask them to enlarge the
breakfast area. They should be able to fit in a day to get the
job done this week."

I start eating my cereal when it occurs to me that I'm now so
used to the palace's sorcerer architects and engineers, it
doesn't even faze me that they'd be able to enlarge the kitchen
within a day.

Nadia and Kira are looking between Walter and me and giggling.
Great I can just imagine what they're thinking. I really should
talk to Scully about leaving out some details when explaining how
men have sex.

We finish breakfast and I set Arman on the floor to play with his
matchbox cars and trucks. Walter and I do the dishes--well,
Walter zaps them clean while I lean up against the counter,
sipping another mug of coffee. Something I couldn't imbibe in
while I was still nursing Arman.

I look at my son who is standing beside me. "Are you ready to
help me, Gawain?"

"Sure, Dad. What do you want me to do?"

I choose something easy for him to make, that doesn't require
cooking. "You're going to make the fruit salad. Here's the
recipe. I want you to follow it. I'll help you if you have any
problems."

"Okay." Gawain smiles brightly as he looks at the recipe card. He
then starts finding the items it calls for.

The triplets have gone to the entertainment room to watch
Saturday morning cartoons. The networks are still running the
cartoons from before the attempted invasion. Only one new cartoon
series has been made after. Kira and Nadia have gone back to
their room. So it's just Gawain, Arman, Walter, and me in the
kitchen.

I glance down at Arman to make sure he's playing nicely. I watch
as his matchbox cars roll around the floor on their own.

"Walter--" When Walter glances at me I nod toward our son.

Walter walks over and sits on the floor next to Arman. "Mani,
that's very good. Do you know how you're making your cars move?"

"Because I want them to move."

Walter picks up one of the cars and places it on the floor in
front of him. "Can you make this car come to you?"

"Yes."

The car rolls from Walter to Arman. I stand quietly watching
them.

Walter holds out his hand palm up and the matchbox car appears in
it. "Can you make it come to you like I just did?"

Arman lower lip sticks out in thought and he shakes his head no.
"Daddy, I want my car back."

Walter hands it back to him and stands. He walks back over to me.
"His abilities seem to be limited by what he knows. I doubt that
he'll be able to teleport something or do much of anything else
until he understands the concepts in theory."

"Walter, it's weird that he can do anything at all at his age. I
think I'll go into the bureau tomorrow and do some checking to
see if there are any reports of anyone showing the sorcerer
ability before they reached puberty."

"Babe, tomorrow's Sunday. Couldn't it wait until we get back from
Area 51? We hardly have a whole day together," Walter pouts.

I look into his doe brown eyes and sigh, "Okay, Bear. I guess it
can wait." I give him a slow smile that I know usually drives him
wild and run my hands over the apron squeezing his hard pecs. "I
can think of a lot of things we can do all day tomorrow." I lace
my fingers around his neck and bring our bodies together until we
can feel the swell of each other's groin.

"Fox, if you don't want me to throw you over my shoulder and
carry you back to our bedroom this instant, I suggest you take a
couple steps back." His voice is straining with the effort to
control his surging lust.

Since I don't have anyone to watch Arman and we're in the middle
of preparing Thanksgiving dinner I step back. "Maybe when I put
Mani down for his nap we can continue where we left off."

Walter gives me a smoldering look, leaning forward he growls
softly in my ear. "I plan on skipping ahead, babe. I'm going to
start with riding you hard, we can cuddle later."

Blood rushes to my penis as his hot breath caresses my ear. I
seriously think about dragging him into the pantry for a quick
ten-minute fuck. "I-I think we better concentrate on cooking."

We have a few hours of peaceful silence until our older kids
start trickling in. Hope is first. She makes a beeline for the
coffeepot.

"Morning," she mutters. Hope's dressed in her bathrobe and
slippers. Taking a seat at the breakfast table, she sets her mug
down carefully, trying not to bump any of the matchbox cars that
Arman has lined up on the table. They almost form a full circle
around its edge.

"Hope, would you like me to fix you anything for breakfast?"
Walter asks.

She sips her coffee. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry. I'm going to
hold off until dinner."

"I'll have something, Dad!" Sergei says from the doorway.

"Me, too," Nicky pipes in, following him into the kitchen.

Sergei sits at the table and shoves Arman's cars out of the way.

"EEEKK! DADDY! SERGEI BROKE MY ROAD!" Arman throws himself at
Sergei kicking, screaming, and biting.

"Help, Dad!" Sergei hollers.

Walter rushes over, wrapping his arms around Arman's small body
pulling him away from Sergei. "Shh, champ, Sergei will fix it. He
didn't realize what he was doing," Walter purrs gently rocking
Arman until he starts to settle down. "Now apologize to your
brother for biting him."

I'm healing the bite mark on my son's arm as Arman glares at him
remorselessly.

"No! He broke my road."

"Mani, you just earned yourself a ten minute time out," I say as
Sergei starts lining up the little matchbox cars.

"No, Daddy."

"Yes. But first put away all of your cars." I hand him the
matchbox carrying case. It holds a hundred of the tiny cars and
trucks.

"I didn't do nothing." Arman looks up at me with his bottom lip
thrust out.

"You bit and kicked your brother. Neither one is allowed in our
house. Didn't you learn anything from yesterday?" I almost laugh
when he tries a different tact.

"Daddy, why don't Sergei get a time out? He started it."

"Because he didn't mean to wreck your road. Now start picking up
these cars, young man."

Arman sighs dragging his feet as he walks to the table. He has to
climb up on a chair to reach his cars. Picking one up he climbs
back down and places it in the compartment in the case. He does
this for about ten minutes and still over half the cars remain.
Arman stares at the cars then back at the case. A look of utter
concentration makes his three-year-old face appear older. Soon
the cars start vanishing off the table and reappearing in the
carrying case.

"Dad! Do you see what Mani's doing?" Sergei shouts.

I walk over to Walter and drop my head on his shoulder. "So much
for your theory about his needing to understand the concept
behind teleportation first." Walter arms enfold my body pulling
me closer.

"He's a quick learner," Walter says, rubbing my back.

"He's only three!"

"Shh, you're tense, babe. I'll give you a massage later."

"Bear, I have to deal with our tiny terror first."

Arman pouts as I lead him over to the corner. Walter finishes
preparing eggs, bacon, and hash browns for Sergei, Nicky, Kaylie,
and Summer. The two girls strolled into the kitchen ten minutes
ago. The only ones missing are Sasha, Faith, and Angélique. It is
after eleven o'clock when the final kids put in an appearance.
None of them are too interested in eating, preferring to wait for
our Thanksgiving dinner at four.

Sasha walks over and hugs me.

"What's that for?" I ask, returning the hug.

"Because I love you." He then hugs Walter. "Dad, I'm sorry I've
been such a pain in the ass."

Walter smoothes his hair out of his eyes. "Apology accepted, but
you're still going with us on Monday."

"Hey, I want to go with you," Sasha says, kissing Walter on the
cheek and walking over to the refrigerator for a glass of juice.

Walter and I exchange confused looks. Arman has been sitting on
the floor for the past hour coloring and he's starting to get
grumpy.

"Walter, I'm going to put the royal terror down for a nap." I
give him a meaningful look as I lift Arman off the floor.
"Naptime, Mani."

"I'm not tired!"

I cradle his tiny body in my arms and kiss his nose then hug him
against my chest. "Don't argue with me, Arman."

He stops whining. "Daddy, you take nap with me."

"How about I let you take your nap next to Daddy Alex in the big
bed?"

"'Kay."

***

I snap the flaps shut on my undershirt over my swollen nipples.
It will be so good when I don't have to wear it any longer. Once
my milk dries up, I can go back to wearing nothing under my
shirts. I pull on my linen dress shirt and tuck it into my black,
silk-blend, dress pants. I look at myself in the mirror. My hair
is nearly to my shoulders. Most men are wearing their hair long
nowadays. I turn sideways looking at my physique. I'm leaner than
I've been in years. I have to buckle my belt to the very last
notch. My weight loss has been bothering Walter and Alex. I don't
mean to skip meals. Sometimes there just isn't time between the
kids and my job. I do still make time for exercising. All my life
I've used jogging to relieve stress and clear my mind. It helps
me focus. I'll admit that I've been overdoing it lately. Some of
the cases I've been working on have been really affecting me
mentally. So many involve young boys. I haven't told Walter or
Alex about the problems I've been having. I believe I've hid it
well from them, other than my minor weight loss.

"Are you ready, Fox?" Walter steps into my walk-in closet wearing
his elegant charcoal gray suit and burgundy tie. He's holding
Arman's hand. Our youngest is dressed in the forest green sweater
and slacks I had laid out on the bed earlier.

"Almost." I pull on my black suit jacket.

Walter is impatient. Slava and my Russian daughters arrived an
hour ago. We left our kids entertaining them, while we came back
to our room to dress for dinner.

I carry my dress shoes and silk tie out of the closet. "Why don't
you go and check on the turkey. I'll be down in a minute," I say,
sitting on the bed.

"I'm sure Slava is fine," Walter grumbles.

"Be nice."

"Yes, dear." Walter walks over and looks down at Alex. He
caresses Alex's cheek with the backs of his fingers. Bending he
kisses Alex softly on the lips. Then he takes our son's hand
again, saying, "C'mon, Mani, let's get the turkey out of the
oven." They head out the door as I continue dressing.

I finish tying my tie and lacing my shoes when I hear a throat
being cleared. I turn to see Slava standing in the doorway. "What
do you want?"

"I wanted to talk to you privately, Fox." He walks into the room
and over to the bed. He stares down wistfully at Alex, before
shaking his head. "Pregnancy just doesn't suit Alexei."

"Nikolai, he's not even showing!" The Tsar has a way of getting
under my skin. I can tell he's still in love with Alex. "What do
you want?"

"Anatasja, Raisa, and Marina are to wed at the end of May. I'd
like you to come to St. Petersburg for their weddings. You may
bring Alexei and King Walter, and any of your sons and daughters
who'd like to come."

I'm floored by the news. Three of our seven daughters are getting
married. "They'll only be seventeen in May. Why are they getting
married so young?"

"Moi Fox, seventeen isn't so young when you're in love. It is
their choice and I approve of the men they've chosen to marry."

"I'll talk to Walter about it--"

"Of course, Moi Fox, you'd need your master's permission to go to
your own daughter's weddings?"

"Don't start with the psycho-babble with me, Nikolai." I glare at
him. "I need Walter to provide protection for Alex and me. You
don't really think I trust you?"

He chuckles, "You and Alexei are wise not to trust me. I'll
always love you both! But I do accept that you can't return my
love. King Walter is a lucky man."

Walter...God, he'd blow a fuse if he knew Slava was in our
bedroom talking to me alone. "I think we should join our kids in
the dining room."

We don't talk as we walk down the hallway together. The dining
room table is set with our finest linens, silver, and china.
Steaming bowls of vegetables and other delicacies fill the center
of the table. The kids are standing around the table talking and
joking with their Russian sisters. Walter is just coming out of
the kitchen carrying the platter with the large turkey. He arches
an eyebrow at me as he eyes us standing in the doorway across the
room from him. I give him a reassuring smile. He places the
turkey in front of his place setting at the head of the table.

River walks into the dining room drawing everyone's attention to
him. My Russian daughters run over and hug him. Slava stays back,
staring dumbly at him. River is dressed similarly to me in a
black silk tailored suit. He hardly ever dresses up, even for
Holidays.

"Would everyone please have a seat," Walter says.

I sit at the opposite end of the table from Walter, with Arman in
his booster chair to my right. Lieutenant Marcus Morris, Faith's
fiancée, sits to my left with Faith in the chair next to his. To
my surprise River walks over and takes a seat next to Slava.
Slava seems very uncomfortable. I wonder what River is up to.

"Marcus, would you like to lead us in a prayer of thanks?" Walter
asks.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

While Marcus recites the prayer I continue to glance around the
table as everyone bows their head. Walter knows that I don't
share his Christian beliefs. I once believed in a divine entity,
until I became an immortal, then all those old beliefs were wiped
away. The prayer ends, and Walter stands to carve the turkey as
the bowls of food are passed around the table.

"Would you like some sweet potatoes, Mani?" I scoop a spoonful on
my plate.

"Oh please, Daddy. I like them the bestest."

"He's gotten so big, Father," Marina comments. She's sitting on
the other side of Arman.

"I'm three! I have my own bedroom!"

"Really, Arman! You're a very big boy. Will you show me your
bedroom later?" Marina pets his head.

"Yes. It's near Daddy's bedroom."

"Marina, we haven't moved him into the bedroom yet." It's really
is good to see her and her sisters again. "Nikolai told me that
you and your sisters Anatasja and Raisa are getting married in
May."

"Yes." She blushes. "He's really a sweet man. I hope you can come
to our weddings. We're getting married in a triple ceremony."

"I wouldn't miss it. Please, tell me about this man you're
marrying."

Faith smiles across the table at her. "Yes, Marina, I want to
hear all about him, too," she says.

"Faith, he's not as handsome as your Marcus." Marina grins,
looking at the young man sitting next to Faith. "But he's not bad
looking. He's a sorcerer and a general in father's air force."

"A general? Just how old is he?" I ask.

"He's forty-nine...." She must have seen the concern on my face
as she goes on to quickly reassure me. "Don't worry, Father Fox,
I love him and want to marry him. Age isn't important, besides he
only looks around thirty-five."

"How about your sisters?" I look down the table at them. They're
talking to Walter. I grin at how my Russian daughters are so
infatuated with my husband. Lisa and Marina are the only ones on
my end of the long table.

"They're thrilled to be getting married. Father has hosted many
balls and parties for us over the past year. My other sisters
want to get married, but they haven't found the right man yet,"
Marina says.

I look down the table at Slava. So, he's been searching for
husbands for them. At least he's allowing them to choose, like
Walter, Alex, and I have been with our daughters.

"Daddy, I want more marshmallow fruit." Arman looks up at me
pleadingly.

"Of course, Mani." I look down the table at the different bowls
until I spot the one Arman wants. "Angel, can you pass the fruit
salad down."

Angélique smiles and reaches for the bowl passing it over Gawain
to Sasha, who passes it on until it finally reaches Marina. She
spoons some on Arman's plate.

"Thank you, Marina!" Arman shouts.

"You're a very well-mannered little boy."

"King Walter, you must be commended on raising such lovely
family," Slava says, pulling his attention briefly away from
River.

"They're my pride and joy, Tsar Nikolai. But, you are not lacking
in that area either." Walter looks around at the seven pretty
Czarinas. "Anatasja was just telling me that her and her sisters
Raisa and Marina are getting married in May."

"Yes, they are. I would be honored if you and your family would
be our guests for the month of May. I know my girls would like
Fox to be there for them on such an important event."

"We'd all be honored--"

Sasha clears his throat. "Dad, I'm not going! I'm sure Sergei
won't want to leave Kat, her baby's due at the end of April."

"Hunter, I'm not leaving you here alone--"

Sasha cuts him off. "I'll stay here with Dad Alex. He won't want
to go anywhere being six months pregnant."

Slava levels a long look at the immortal teenager. "Hunter,
you've always told me that you wanted to see the Winter Palace
and St. Petersburg."

Sasha glares angrily at him. "I want nothing to do with you!"

I need to end this before it becomes ugly. "Hunter, Tsar Nikolai
is a guest in our home, please apologize," I say, regretting the
talk I had with him early this morning.

Hunter's eyes flash angrily. "No, Dad, I won't apologize. Has he
ever apologized for raping you?"

The room goes deathly quiet and I wonder if my face is as red as
the cranberry sauce. I glance across the table at Walter and he
sees the humiliation on my face.

"Hunter, this isn't the place or time to discuss this. Everyone,
please go back to your meals," Walter says.

It takes several uncomfortable moments for the conversations to
resume and my sons and daughters to pretend they didn't hear what
Hunter said. I pick at my food no longer hungry.

"Daddy, eat!" Arman orders.

"Mani, I'm...." I look at his upset face, and smile, combing my
fingers through his thick chestnut hair. "Okay, baby, I'll eat if
it makes you happy." I force myself to finish the remainder of
the food on my plate, barely hearing the conversations around me.

Marcus finally finds the courage to talk to me. "Sir, I really do
appreciate you allowing me to be part of your Thanksgiving
celebration. The food is delicious. I-I never had a better meal
in my life."

"You grew up in an orphanage didn't you, Marcus?" I know the
answer, but wanted to hear more about him.

"Yes. It was the Long Island orphanage. It wasn't a bad place."

"I visited there a few times." Then I've visited a lot of
orphanages through the years, making sure the children were being
treated properly. I also searched for any pre-immortals among the
children. I knew I could sense them as I sensed River. However, I
found none.

Marcus grinned. "I know. I was there when you and Prince Alex
visited eight years ago. It was a big event for us. You both
brought us toys and books, and saw to it that our meals were
improved."

I do a quick calculation in my head. "You would have been fifteen
then."

"Yes, sir. I transferred to the military academy the next year."

"You've done pretty well for yourself, Marcus."

He grins and takes a hold of Faith's hand. "I've done more than
pretty well, sir. I'm about to marry the most beautiful woman on
Earth."

I feel happy for them. We still haven't discussed where they will
be living.

Walter walks down to my end of the table carrying a wine bottle.
He refills my wineglass as he pulls up a chair between Arman and
me, draping his arm over the back of my chair.

"I miss you, Fox. Either you're going to have to sit at my end of
the table or we'll going to have to purchase several smaller
tables."

I take a sip of wine and squeeze his thigh under the table. "I
miss you too, Bear."

"Daddy, I'm ready for pie and ice SCREAM!"

Walter looks down at Arman's empty plate. "Did you really eat all
of that?"

"Yes!" He grins proudly. "Pie...pleease!"

"Okay, champ." The plate disappears and in its place is a small
slice of pecan pie topped with butter pecan ice cream.

"Thank you, Daddy!"

Arman's eyes are bigger than his stomach, I'm sure he'll leave
most of the pie. I lean against Walter. "How about sharing a
slice of pumpkin pie with me?"

"Anything to get you to eat more," he says as slice of pie
covered in whip cream appears where my plate had been. Walter
picks up the fork and scoops up some pie and offers it to me. I
open my mouth for the delectable sweet. "Mm." It's been almost a
year since we've had pumpkin pie.

Walter takes a mouthful of pie before offering me another
forkful. I'm so engrossed that it takes me a while before I
realize that everyone is staring at us.

I arch an eyebrow at them. "What?"

"Dad, we just like watching you two lovebirds," Kaylie says, and
the rest of the kids snicker.

I roll my eyes and pick up my fork. "You kids are merciless."

Walter chuckles. "Fox, we'll get our revenge when they're married
with kids of their own."

"They'll probably dump their rugrats on us."

"Only on weekends, Gramps," Kat says, patting her plump belly.

I look down the table at her. According to Doctor Pendrell, she's
pregnant with a healthy human baby girl. No sign of the virus or
any mutant genes. "If you want babysitters you'd better watch the
gramps, Kat."

Her grin widens. "Yes, Dad."

The rest of the meal is quite tense as Sasha, Nicky, and Sergei
all glare menacingly at Slava. I feel guilty. I don't want what
Slava did to me years ago to come between the relationship he has
with Nicky. Until today Nicky adored his Russian father.

I stand and set down my napkin. "Tsar Nikolai, would you care to
join us for an after dinner drink in the entertainment room?"

Slava nods, standing to join Walter and me, until River
interrupts. "Dad, I was hoping Tsar Nikolai would do me the honor
of viewing my latest paintings."

Slava seems uneasy with the idea. "River, maybe your fathers and
I can go together to view your paintings then have a drink
after."

"No! Ah...I mean...my Dads have already seen my latest works.
I'll show you then we can join them in the entertainment room."
He takes Slava's hand and leads him out of the room.

I wonder what's up with River. He's never behaved this way before
and I don't like the idea of him alone with Slava. Even if Slava
wasn't a sorcerer, he's a head taller than River and could easily
overpower my son. It's all I can do not to rush after them. I
remove Arman's messy bib and lift him out of his booster chair.
He's yawning and rests his head on my shoulder.

"Don't worry, Fox. I'm keeping an eye on them," Walter whispers
as we head for the entertainment room. The kids all stay at the
table talking and eating pie.

Arman has fallen asleep by the time we get to the entertainment
room. I lay his tiny body on the couch and place a throw over him
then sit beside him. Walter pours me a cognac and a scotch for
himself then squeezes down beside me.

"What are they doing?" I ask while combing my fingers through
Arman's silky locks as he sucks his thumb in his sleep.

"River's showing him his paintings...." Walter frowns. "And
standing really close, but Slava keeps backing away. Slava's
asking River what he's doing?"

I'm leaning closer to Walter as if I'd be able to pick up what
they were saying.

"Shit! Slava must have sense my presence, he's blocking me out!"
Walter growls.

"Watch Mani!" I leap to my feet and use my powers to become
invisible. I don't bother going out the door, it is more of a
direct path to go through the walls. I'm in River's studio in a
matter of minutes. Neither man can see nor sense me.

"I don't understand, River." Slava looks completely bewildered.

"Tsar Nikolai, I asked you to marry me. Is that really so hard to
understand?"

My breath hitches as River slowly advances on Slava and the Tsar
keeps retreating, keeping a distance between them. I am too
stunned to move. River wants Slava for his husband...what the
fuck?

"As a matter of fact it is." Slava moves further away from him.
"You know how I've treated Fox and Alexei. Why would you want
someone who has hurt your Fathers to such an extent?"

I can see the erection swelling the front of Slava's pants and
wonder at the effort it must be for the large man to keep his
distance from River.

"I know what you've done to my Dads and I hate you for it. I know
you were interested in Sasha when you first started bringing Dad
Fox's daughters here--"

"I'm no longer interested in Sasha--"

"I know. It's one of the reasons I know you've changed. That and
how you treat your daughters and Nicky. My birth parents were
from Russia. I think it would be only fair that I chose a mate
from their homeland. What's your answer, Tsar Nikolai?"

Slava stops moving away from him. "River, I've wanted you for
years. I do want to marry you, but I've been determined to make
peace with your Fathers for the sake of my son and daughters.
Your Fathers will never agree to me marrying you, not after
everything I've done."

"I'm twenty-two, if I choose to marry you then they'll have to
accept it. In a year my womb will have developed and I'll be
having compulsions for a baby. I need a powerful sorcerer to give
me one and to protect me. I've chosen you. Of course, I've had my
Dad's lawyer draw up a pre-nuptial agreement. Once I'm pregnant I
will be coming back here to stay with my Dads until the baby is
born. No way am I living with you during that time." River states
everything a matter of fact.

"You've thought this out," Slava smiles. "What else is in the
pre-nuptial agreement?"

"Certain conditions. If you ever touch or harm any of my Dads or
siblings our marriage will be annulled. We will go our separate
ways and I'll retain sole parental rights to any children we may
have."

"So you don't really trust me?"

"No. I believe you've changed, but I don't want to take any
chance that you'll slip back to your old ways."

"This isn't about love is it, River?" Slava approaches River and
looks down at the immortal.

"No. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to love you, Tsar Nikolai.
This is about my Fathers' Kingdom and your Kingdom being joined
together through our marriage. Our two countries need each other.
This is also about protecting my Dads and immortal brothers from
you."

"A political marriage, River? I'm sure your Fathers would never
agree to you exchanging yourself for an alliance."

"They don't have to know all my reasons for marrying you."

Slava reaches behind River's head and unfastens the clip holding
his hair in a ponytail. "You're so damned beautiful. So much like
Alexei, but softer...gentler. You're still a virgin aren't you?"

River takes a step back. "Yes," he says softly.

"Maybe we should do something about that--"

River swallows nervously as he backs away. "On our wedding night,
Tsar Nikolai, and not before. I have that included in the pre-
nuptial agreement, too. If you force me before hand, the wedding
is off."

Slava throws back he head and laughs. I can see his massive
erection tenting his pants and fear that I will have to rescue
River.

"Moi Dear, I commend you, you've thought of everything. I will
honor all of your wishes and dream about our wedding night then."
Slava takes his hand and bends down and kisses it.

I want to shake River and ask him what the hell he's doing.
However, I can't let him know I've been spying on him.

"Shall we go join your Fathers and give them the good news?"

"NO! We can't tell them yet. I want to talk to my Dad Fox alone
first. I need to break this to him gently. Dads Alex, Walter, and
he are going to be terribly hurt by my decision."

"Fine, but don't wait too long. I want to announce our pending
nuptials to my people." Slava kisses River chastely on the cheek.
"Come, let's rejoin your Fathers before I lose what little
control I have left."

Once they head out the door, I turn and flee back through the
walls, arriving back in the entertainment room ahead of them.
Walter has moved over and is sitting next to Arman with his hand
resting on our son's back. He scrutinizes me as I sit beside him
and pick up my cognac.

"That bad?" he asks.

"I'll tell you later. They're on their way to join us."

River walks through the doorway first followed by Slava. "Would
you like a cognac, Tsar Nikolai?" he offers, walking over to the
wet bar.

"That would be lovely, River." Slava takes a seat across from us
on the loveseat. "Nice tree," he says, looking across the room at
our Christmas tree.

River hands him the glass. Instead of sitting beside Slava, he
takes a seat in one of the wingback chairs nearest the fireplace.
I don't miss the frown that briefly crosses Slava's lips. He's
already thinking of River as his.

"How long will you and the girls be staying, Nikolai?" I ask.

"A couple of weeks. Our daughters have been longing to see their
sisters again, and with Hope and Faith getting married this June,
I’m sure they have a lot to discuss."

"Like who will have the largest wedding cake, and whose gown will
be the loveliest," I quip. I'm trying to keep calm and not let on
that I know about my son's marriage proposal.

Slava takes a sip of his cognac and smiles contently. "My tailors
are already working on the gowns for our daughters, Fox.
Thousands of tiny pearls and diamonds have to be hand sewn onto
each dress."

Walter smiles. "Hope and Faith both insisted on simple wedding
dresses."

I snicker. "Yeah right, Walter. Did you see the length of the
trains on their simple dresses?" I turn back to Slava. "I hope
you'll be able to spend some quality time with Nicky until Walter
and I get back."

"You're leaving?" Slava's eyes light up.

I can tell he's just drooling for some private time with River.
"Yes. We're going to Area 51 on Monday to see the new fleet of
fighter spaceships. I'm surprised River didn't mention it. He,
Sasha, Gawain, and Arman are accompanying us."

Slava's handsome face sinks. "That's unfortunate. I was hoping to
talk River into painting our daughters' portraits, while they're
all still together."

River chimes in. "We're only going to be gone 'til Wednesday. I
can start on it tomorrow and spend the rest of my time working on
it when we get back."

"I guess I'll have to be happy with that." Slava stands and takes
our son's glass. "May I refresh your drink, River?" He doesn't
wait for an answer as he strolls over to the wet bar and refills
their glasses. His fingers linger on the back of our son's hand
as he hands River his glass back. "I hope you get a chance to
spend some quiet time talking with your Fathers while you're
away."

"I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to talk."

Arman wakes up and crawls up on Walter's lap, rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, champ, you're awake." He brushes the damp bangs from
Arman's eyes as our son rests his head on his Dad's muscular
chest. I enjoy watching these moments between them. Walter is
always so tender with our children.

"I thirsty."

A cup of water appears in Walter's hand and he places the rim
against Arman's lips. Arman takes a few sips then turns his head
to look around the room.

"Is he always so quiet?" Slava asks.

River laughs. "No. Usually he's terrorizing his brothers and
sisters. Last week he discovered that honey sticks things
together really good and decided to use it on Sasha's DVD
collection. Before anyone discovered what he was doing he had one
hundred DVDs out of their cases and stacked in a sticky mess.
Since Sasha was supposed to be watching him at the time, he had
no one but himself to blame. I've been keeping my studio door
locked since Arman decided to try his hand at finger painting
with my oils a few weeks back."

Arman gives River a dazzling smile. "Wiver, I paint good."

River smiles back. "You paint very good, Mani. Especially the
walls, the floor, and yourself."

Slava chuckles. "You'll make a good father, River."

River blushes as he looks over at Slava. "I hope I have half the
patience my Dads have."

Our conversation ends when the rest of our children and teenagers
start flowing into the entertainment room. I don't miss the angry
looks my sons shoot Slava. Even Nicky seems to be upset with his
father. I should never have told Sasha about what happened
between Slava and me. It was unfair of me to involve him in our
conflict. I reach over and grab Walter's hand, seeking solace in
his presence.

Arman climbs off Walter's lap and runs over to play with the
triplets. Time passes slowly. I keep looking up at the mantle
clock, hoping the evening would end soon. I want to tell Walter
about our son's marriage plans. Maybe if we put our heads
together we'll think of a way to talk River out of it.

***

I quietly close the door to the nursery. "He's out like a light."

"The triplets and twins are sound asleep, too," Walter says. He's
wearing his robe. He must have had time to lose the suit. I've
only had time to shed my suit coat. The inside lining of my
undershirt is damp. I'm sure I must smell like sour milk.

I walk over to my closet and toe off my shoes then shimmy out of
my tight dress pants, hanging them up. Then I strip off the linen
shirt and toss it in the dry cleaners bag. Our servants will come
and collect everything on Monday. Walter comes into the closet as
I'm standing looking at my image in the mirror. I'm still wearing
my socks, undershirt, and thong. Okay, I'll admit that I love the
feel of the string in the cleft of my ass and the way the pouch
cradles my balls and penis. They're so much sexier than the
boxers I used to wear.

I watch Walter in the mirror as he drops his robe. His erection
is purple and bobbing against his belly as he walks toward me.
His full sacks hang heavy between his thighs. He pulls me back
against his broad chest and nibbles on my neck, all the while
sniffing me. One hand encircles my chest as the other pulls the
string of the thong out of the way. Walter toes my feet apart as
I feel my anus become moist as lube magically coats it. My ass
cheeks are spread wide by the sheer size of Walter's cockhead.
His heart is pounding wildly against my back as he pushes up
inside of me. I melt against him. How many times have I driven
him to lose control over the years? Too, many. I allow him to
hold me as he drives his organ deep inside me. My stomach
flutters with excitement as he fills me. My sphincter bears down
on his hard shaft.

Walter's fingers undo the snaps on my undershirt exposing my
swollen nipples. He plays with them until they are leaking and as
hard as my cock--my thong is no longer able to contain it. I have
a certain amount of vanity knowing that I'm longer than Walter
and Alex, but Walter has both Alex and I beat in girth. Walter
pulls out suddenly and I groan at the unexpected emptiness.

He has my undershirt and thong off in a matter of seconds. Then
he lifts me so I'm sitting on the low dresser in my closet.

"You know what you do to me, Fox?" He's looking into my eyes as
his thumbs rub my nipples, then his head dips down and he starts
suckling my tit.

"B-Bear, I'm taking pills to dry up my milk...it won't be very
affective if you keep--"

Walter lifts his head and places a finger against my lips. "Shh,
babe. The longer you lactate, the longer your protective powers
remain intact. Don't you want that, Fox? Once your milk dries up
you won't be able to vanish or walk through solid objects."

I sigh and caress his bald head as he continues to feed. "I
really would prefer not having leaky nipples," I say wistfully,
arching up as his tongue swirls around my tit. At times like this
my Walter is all consuming and I feel lucky to have him for a
lover.

I think about the relationship the three of us have and decide we
are the perfect threesome. Walter is the ultimate top. He likes
being in control and is very generous at satisfying our needs.
Alex loves topping and bottoming equally. He's spontaneous and
selfless. I prefer being a bottom. It's not that I don't enjoy
fucking my lovers, I do, but most of the time I find it a relief
to give up control to them.

Walter positions my legs so my feet are on the top of the dresser
and thighs are spread wide apart. My ass hangs off the edge at
the perfect height for him. He reenters me with one smooth
thrust. Walter's hands grip my knees spreading me open for his
pleasure. I close my eyes and lean back against the wall. My one
hand braces on the dresser and the other strokes my erection. I
contract my anal muscles and get the desired groan. I'm so close.
My hand moves faster over my shaft as Walter drills into me. Each
thrust slaps his heavy sacks against my buttocks. The sound seems
to echo through my closet.

Stooping, Walter kisses me. He never once stops fucking me as his
tongue claims my mouth. I turn my head and cry out as I come. My
milky semen splatters my belly and chest. I lay limp and sated as
Walter continues to drive his hot shaft into me. My legs are
beginning to cramp, so I clench my anal muscles hoping to drive
him to completion quickly. It does the trick as Walter slams into
me one final time and screams his release.

We're both panting heavily as Walter pulls out of me.

"I need a shower." I lower my feet to the floor and slide off the
come-smeared dresser. My legs feel like rubber as I lean against
Walter for support.

"C'mon, Fox, I'll wash your back and you can tell me all about
what's going on with River."

I bend down and pull my socks off, then hold Walter's hand as we
walk through the bedroom and up the steps to the bathroom.

"Fox, talk to me," Walter says as he turns on the shower.

"Promise me you'll keep your cool first."

"It must be pretty bad."

"It is."

"Okay. I promise I won't get mad." He takes my hand and pulls me
into the shower.

"Walter, River proposed to Slava."

"Proposed what?" Walter gives me a baffled expression as he
squirts shower gel onto the puff.

"He asked Slava to marry him! Our son wants to marry that
sadistic bastard!" I growl.

"Calm down, Fox. River is not a child any longer. He must have
some reason for asking Slava to marry him. It's not like he
couldn't have anyone on this planet he sets his eyes on. Maybe
he's fallen in love with him."

"He doing it to protect his brothers, Alex, and me. River also
wants to cement an alliance between our two countries."

"Hmm...." Walter slowly washes my back. I wait for him to say
more, but he continues to remain quiet.

"What?"

"It's just that I thought River was only interested in his art. I
never imagined that he'd selflessly consent to marry Slava for
the benefit of our two countries."

I turn around and glare at my lover. "You don't object?"

"No. We'll need to have our lawyers draw up a pre-nuptial
agreement to protect River, but I think an alliance between
Russia and New America would benefit Earth." Walter places the
puff down and takes me in his arms. "Fox, don't forget we're
still under a threat from the Seraphim. We need to form a united
front against them. Slava commands the second most powerful army
on this planet."

"But does an alliance have to be at the expense of our son?"

"It's River choice, babe, I would never force him to marry Slava.
I would never force any of our immortal sons into an arranged
marriage against their will."

"But you wouldn't try to stop them, even knowing they're making a
monstrous mistake?"

"Dammit, Fox! River's twenty-two! You have to give him more
credit that he knows what he's doing."

I stiffen at his scolding. "Walter, our son is going to marry the
man who raped me. How can I live with that?" I turn to step out
of the shower, but Walter grabs me before I can leave and holds
me tight.

"God, Fox, I'm sorry. I didn't even think about how this would be
affecting you."

I close my eyes and rest my head on Walter's shoulder. The
pounding of the water over our bodies quiets my nerves. My arms
encircle Walter's back as I press up against him and speak
softly. "It's my fault. I really haven't shown much emotion over
having Slava in our home. I've tried to hide my animosity for the
sake of our children. Walter, I can never forgive what he did to
Alex, much less what he's done to me. If we cannot talk River out
of this, I don't know what I'll do."

"Let's not worry about it just yet. As long as they don't make a
public announcement we might be able to talk River out of
marrying him." Walter turns off the water and grabs a towel
keeping one arm wrapped around my waist the whole time--letting
go just long enough to dry me with the towel.

"At least River is coming with us on Monday. I don't have to
worry about him being here alone with Slava," I say as we walk
down the steps to our bed. Walter pauses and fixes the blankets
around Alex. "You haven't painted his nails yet. You're slipping,
Fox."

"I'll get to it. I still have three weeks before he wakes up. I
plan to have Yori come over to wax off all of his body hair, then
give Alex a perm. I just need to find a white lace teddy with a
matching panties in his size."

Walter chuckles. "If you do all that to him, he's going to kill
you when he wakes up."

I grin. "Hey, he started it. I'm only escalating it." I slip
under the covers next to Alex and caress my young lover's smooth
skin. Walter climbs in on my other side and molds his larger
frame around my body.

Walter kisses the back of my neck. "Just remember, babe, in four
years you'll be laying there defenseless against whatever Alex
has planned."

I caress Walter's forearm where it rests against my belly.
"Sergei should be married to Kat by then. I just might impose on
them to hide me during those three weeks."

"They better hide you really good. If you dress Alex in a white
teddy he'll be planning his revenge for the next four years."

"I'll make it up to Alex," I murmur tiredly. Closing my eyes I
fall into a restless sleep.

***

End of chapter 3: Fox

Coming soon chapter 4: The Thirteen Patriots

[He's here. I hold my breath in awe as I gaze across the
concourse at him. He's even more beautiful than I've imagined.
The photographs I have collected over the years hardly do him
justice. I still cannot believe our luck when we heard he was
accompanying the King. My only regret was that Prince Alex wasn't
with them. My gaze wanders from his face to the cute little boy
he's holding. Arman...their youngest son. My eyes travel next to
King Walter. The aura of sheer power radiates off him like a
living entity. Subduing our King will be the most dangerous part
of our mission and the most regrettable.]