Pretty Woman
by Bertie

Foxy went to the one place he knew he could get some real answers. His friends,  the Lone Gunmen, were the best at helping him figure out what was best for him. John's loving attention to everything anyone said to him and thoughtful remarks always helped. Langly's straightforward clumsiness and unwavering single-mindedness to all things computerized was confusing but strangely applicable to most things. And Frohike's brutal honesty always kept Foxy honest to who he was and what he wanted. If anyone could tell him the best advice on what he should do with the rest of his life, it was these guys. If it weren't for the fact he wanted good money faster than these guys had been making when they started out, he would have stayed here and not drifted back to his old college job. He usually felt himself at home with his geeky but forthright friends.

He found John in his office puzzling over the next fiscal budget. The fact it was Sunday and the boys hadn't left the office yet was typical. They all preferred it much better than the homes they owned, which is why Foxy could spend as much time as he wanted living between them without paying rent or worrying about anything but keeping himself fed and the dishes he used clean. His friends had finally struck gold when they came upon some paranoid but highly rich patrons and soon had a multimillion dollar organization that they refused to take out of the homely surroundings where they started out. They just built on what they had before. Langly had a huge computerized Mecca all for his own delight. John had a spacious office full of important documents and business matters which he kept a keen eye over. And Frohike finally had some money to buy some decent clothing and a hot car to chase after the hot chickadees he was always talking about. Now he didn't even need to talk about them since he had them aplenty. What he lamented now was the ones who wanted to settle down and have children.

Foxy bee lined to John's office first, knowing the man would have the soundest advice of all, since he was in a committed relationship. John had finally found a woman who was just as beautiful but not as dangerous as his previous love and now they had three children who lived in a suburban house far from the madness that was the Lone Gunmen's HQ.

Foxy knocked on the opulent door that didn't match the rest of the business' décor.

'Come,' John's usual one word answer to a knock.

Foxy entered and sat down, getting the usual odd sense that he was here on an interview. He waited patiently until John finished with some paperwork and looked up to smile warmly at him. Foxy knew that John realized he had a major crush on him, but he was always a gentleman about it.

"Good to see you, Foxy. I didn't expect to see you. How have you been?"

Foxy's stomach fluttered at the soothing tones John always gave.

"I'm doing well, John, thanks for asking. And how are Martha and the kids?"

"Well. I will be spending the next three days at home since Kimmy has a major school project I promised to help him with. Otherwise they are all doing very well."

Foxy smiled at the name. He was happy that the strange friend of the Lone Gunmen's was the one who had introduced John to Martha. That was why the Byers' had named one of their children after the odd man. Kimmy was also the one who had introduced them to the very rich patrons who helped make their paltry newsletter into the booming business it was today.

John raised his brows. "Is anything the matter? I know the garbage disposal has been acting up but…"

Foxy smiled. "No, it isn't the house I came to talk about but…I have met someone. Someone who means a lot to me, John. I'm uncertain how I should proceed with the relationship. I, uh, I don't know if I should continue to see him."

John listened attentively then nodded. "Does he know about your…." John blushed under that thick beard he still sprouted.

"Yes, John, he knows. In fact, he's a client. That's partly why I'm uncertain if I should continue to see him."

"Only partly?"

Foxy nodded then sighed. "He's a very wealthy man, John. Not that isn't a good reason not to want to be with him, but I don't think I want to feel owned or obligated to him."

John nodded. "Do you want to quit your job, Foxy?"

Foxy nodded. "Well, I knew I wouldn't stay forever as one of Steve's escorts, but I certainly didn't think falling in love with a client would ever be a problem for me."

John smiled. "Foxy, I am so happy that you have found love."

Foxy returned the smile. "I am too, but it's frightening at the same time."

John nodded. "It is, Foxy. I've been there as well." After a moment's thought, he asked, "Would you like to stay here and work with us, Foxy? You know we always could use the help around here."

Foxy nodded. "I know. This is the only thing I was thinking I could do if I do decide to take Alex up on his offer…."

"Alex? Not Alex Krycek, the multimillionaire entrepreneur who has more crumbled industry under his belt than a wrecking ball?"

Foxy sighed, not even trying to figure out how John could make such a leap. "Yes, that's him, John." Before he could continue, John interrupted.

"We have been trying to interview him for years. Did you know he has been indirectly subsidizing our work from the beginning?"

Foxy frowned. "No, I had no idea."

"Yes, he has. It is hard to get in touch with him…" John stopped when he noticed the frown on Foxy's face. "Oh, that was so rude of me, Foxy. Please, you were telling me about an offer Alex has given you?"

Foxy nodded. "Yeah, uh, he wants me to not see any other clients…that he would rather pay me what I would receive from my other clients than for me to see them."

"Oh, I see. Not the most romantic overture."

Foxy shook his head. "I wouldn't have necessarily wanted a more romantic gesture from him-he did take me to Caviar Russe- I knew I shouldn't just automatically agree to something that would change my life drastically."

"No, of course not. It's good you've decided to ask your friends advice first. Would you like to stay here for a bit to think about it?"

"Yes, I would love to do that, John. Is Langly available?"

John nodded and smiled. "He should be in his office."

Foxy smiled at the use of the word 'office' John used to describe a large computer lab full of the most sophisticated of equipment. Foxy was under the impression Langly was probably having a torrid affair with one of the computer suppliers who was always in and out of his 'office.'

Foxy left Byers' office and went to the room down the hall that was open and chilly. Being a room full of expensive computer equipment, Langly usually kept it rather cool. He entered the large room. All he heard was the humming of the computers that surrounded the entire space.

"Ringo?"

Just then a large begoggled form crept up beside him and grabbed him then pressed its mouth to his. Foxy knew immediately it was Ringo whose mouth was engulfing his own. This wasn't the first time Ringo had been so involved with his VR unit that he just grabbed whoever was available and used them for whatever he was doing at the time in his VR world.  John never came in here, choosing to only call him on his cell phone, since he had been accosted by a randy Ringo once before.

The kiss was soft at first then became more passionate. It was unexpected but not unwelcome. Surprisingly, Langly was a great kisser. Ringo's hands, though covered in VR gloves, reached around him and grabbed his ass. Foxy just went with it, enjoying the free kiss and grope. When he was able to break free from the kiss, he asked, "Langly? Can you put down your VR unit for just a –" He was cut off again by another grope and Langly's tongue down his throat.

"Come on, Ringo…."

Ringo finally snapped out of it and pulled his goggles down.

"Foxy! Why didn’t you tell me?"

"Hey, what're a friendly kiss and a grope between friends?"

Ringo blushed. "Sorry about that, man. Get carried away sometimes."

"Rescuing a princess?"

Ringo smiled. "Something like that. What brings you back to HQ? Finally gave up your other job to work for us?"

Foxy shrugged. "I may just do that, Ringo. It's really beginning to sound appealing. Plus there certainly does seem to be a great kisser here…."

Ringo blushed furiously this time. "Hey, you should've called up my schedule on the net, that way you would've known I was doing VR at this time."

"Byers had you do it?"

"No, actually Fro. He needs to know my schedule in case of an emergency."

Foxy raised his brows, not expecting that one.

"Usually he doesn’t want me in my VR gear when he wants to show his date around HQ."

Foxy grinned at that.

"You wanna see the latest news on the FBI's cover-ups?"

Foxy shook his head. "Not just now, Ringo. Actually, I wanted to tell you why I'm deciding on returning to work for HQ. I've finally met someone."

Ringo stared at first. "You've met someone?"

"Yeah, a really cool guy but I'm not sure if leaving what I've known for so long is a good idea."

Ringo nodded. "Change can be scary. Is he a looker?"

Foxy smiled. "Yes, he is very sexy. I just don’t want to rush into a relationship just because of how pretty he looks."

Ringo blushed. He had always felt kinda odd looking and nerdy since he was a child.

"Hey, Ringo, you are one sexy computer genius. And you can kiss amazingly well."

Ringo smiled at that. "Cool."

"Well, I think I'll go hunt down the Froman."

"Uh, Foxy?"

He stopped to look back at Ringo.

"If he's all that, maybe you should go for him."

Foxy smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Ringo."

"Anytime, man."

Foxy left Ringo's chilly computer lab and wandered over to Fro's usual hideaway. It was almost an exact replica of the bedroom in the castle from 'The Pink Panther Strikes Again'. Melvin was always a little gnomelike, but since he had finally made something for himself, he'd been able to do what he always wanted. Chase after the 'chickadees' as he called them.  Foxy had to admire the man for his tenacity.

He studied the closed door for a moment then knocked. When no one answered, he paused before opening the door, realizing that silence didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone in there. He recalled the last time he entered Fro's boudoir 'boodwar' as he called it and it had been hard to forget the scene of strobe lighting, shaking bed and Fro's hairy ass pumping up and down with the fat legs of a chubby woman wrapped about his waist.

He entered tentatively then opened the door wide when he noticed that Fro was there. He was sitting on his large fur-lined bed and staring at what looked to be an engagement ring.

"Melvin! You proposed?"

Melvin nodded, looking forlorn.

"Why the long face?"

"She dumped me," came the sad reply.

"What? I thought she said that was what she wanted from you."

"She didn’t believe that I would be true to her. Where she got that idea…."

Foxy looked pointedly around the tacky room where large posters of porn stars graced the walls.

Melvin shook his head. "I didn’t even bring her here, Foxy."

"You didn’t give her a spin in your boudoir of love?"

"Nope. I was true to her. All I did was make the mistake of talking to a lady friend I hadn’t seen in ages. She said she could tell we had been together and that obviously we were meant to be since she wasn’t going to get married to used goods."

"That's terrible, Melvin. I thought she was the one who kept on you about marriage…and you finally gave in to her demands."

Melvin nodded sadly. "I gave her the best two weeks of her life and this is how she repays me."

"Damn, what a raw deal."

Melvin sighed. "I think I'm giving them up, Foxy. No more women for me. Too much of a good thing just doesn’t cut it anymore."

"Aw come on now. You know if a petite redhead came walking through your door you would be all over her."

Melvin shook his head. "Those days are over my friend."

Foxy shook his head sadly. "That is a shame, just a crying shame."

They both sat on the large bed and sat staring at nothing for a moment then Foxy asked, "Remember when you went after that FBI agent for what, three whole months, and she totally refused you every time?"

"Damn, don’t bring up sweet memories, Mulder. They aren’t helping."

Foxy growled. "Melvin, I asked you never to call me by that name!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Foxy. Just got carried away with memory lane. I know the shit your father put you through when he found out his friend Matheson had a thing for his son."

Foxy nodded. "It wasn’t my fault the man kept offering me more and more money. A man has a price after all."

Melvin laughed. "Didn’t you think your father would've found out with that amazing tan you had after coming back from Tahiti? Plus, the fact Matheson kept going on and on about having just been there."

"Well I was young and naive and in love with what the green pieces of paper could get me."

"Yeah, your father in a rampage and kicking his faggot son out of the house. Sigh. Those were good times, Foxy. Good times."

"Yeah. It was a good thing too- after moving in with you I met Steve."

"You're still working for him? I thought you couldn’t stand him." Frohike had been too busy lately to keep up with Foxy's comings and goings since his social calendar drastically improved.

"He wasn’t the best lay I've had but he is damn good at taking care of his escorts."

Melvin nodded then asked, "So, you finally met someone?"

Foxy grinned. "How'd you guess?"

"Because you didn’t box my ears for calling you Mulder. And the glint in your eye as if you've just discovered the cure for cancer."

Foxy sighed. "You were always good at reading me, Melvin."

"If you were a woman, Foxy…."

Foxy snickered. It was an old joke between them. "Hey, if you were into guys…."

Melvin took Foxy's hand and kissed it. "Now that I've decided to go the other way, the best prospect for my first homosexual experience has gone and got himself hitched."

Foxy bent and kissed Melvin's forehead. "Maybe you could try Langly; he seems to have a thing for guys."

"Ringo? He's just got a boner for his computer games."

"Not from what I felt when he kissed me."

"He kissed you?"

Foxy nodded.

"Ah, you're just pulling my leg. Anyway, what is this guy like? You going to bring him over to meet the folks?"

"Sure, Froman. I'll even have him invite you and the guys to the wedding."

"Wedding? They finally made them legal here in New York?"

"This one is actually legit. After the ceremony, I get to consummate the wedding night with the groom."

Melvin gasped. "I know I'm new at this gay stuff, but isn’t that a bit harsh to the bride?"

"Nah, she will be busy with the maid of honor in the next room."

"Your man is getting married to a lesbian? This I gotta see."

"I'll make sure you get an RSVP soon."

"Great. Hey, are you okay with this?"

Foxy nodded. "Yeah, Melvin, I'm in love for the first time in my life. I think its time I took some chances."

"You deserve the best, my friend. And if I have to go there and personally kick his ass for you, I'll do it."

"Don’t do that, Melvin. I will probably be licking it."

"TMI, Foxy. Baby steps."

Foxy grinned, bent down, and hugged Melvin hard.

"Think you can put up with me after I quit my job?"

"The bastard isn’t going to support you? Sure, you know you're always welcome here, Foxy."

"Don’t worry, Melvin. I don’t want him to support me; I will just want to be around some familiar faces as I adjust to this whole concept of monogamy."

"Are you sure this guy's right for you? You know I wouldn’t want you to quit your day-er, night job just for me."

Foxy smiled. "I know, Melvin, and if it doesn’t go well with him, you are my first rebound relationship, I promise."

"Hey, where're you going, Foxy? You gotta date?" he asked, stopping Foxy from moving toward the door.

"Well, not tonight but tomorrow. I wanna be ready when I say goodbye to Walter."

"Damn, I totally forgot about that bald fuck. How is he? Still likes you in women's underwear?"

Foxy grinned. "Yeah. That’s why I gotta get home. Gotta shave and look decent for him."

"Is he really as hung as you said?"

Foxy nodded.

"What about in bed? He better than what'shisname?'

"A lady never reveals such things, Fro."

Melvin laughed. "Go on and get yourself that beauty rest. Walter deserves you at your best."

Foxy took his leave and drove to Langly's house where he'd been holed up for the past few months. Ringo rarely left HQ, more so than the other guys.

He went to the bathroom and began to shave everywhere. Walter always liked him smooth.

*****

Alex moped all day long. His secretary kept trying to cheer him up but found it difficult.

"Sir, you need to get out of here. Go have some fun."

He sighed and looked into Kim's well-meaning face. "I wish I could, Kim, but the one person I want to have fun with isn’t available to me now."

Kim shook her head. The man had money, talent, looks and a great personality. Whoever had hurt him was out of their mind. She knew he used an escort service a lot and wondered why. The man could have anyone he wanted.

Alex watched his secretary leave his office then called Marita. Monica answered.

"Hi, Monica. May I speak to Marita?"

"Sure, Alex. You are going to be family soon."

He didn’t like her tone one bit but kept quiet about it. Shortly Marita answered.

"Alex?"

"Hi, Marita. Wanna join me for lunch?"

"Sure, Alex. Think you can come to the house?"

"All right. Will be there in about 30 minutes."

He hung up and told his secretary he was leaving the office for lunch. Miss Warren was going to keep tabs on them no matter what. He was certain she knew all about Foxy. But that didn’t matter so much right now. He sighed and called his driver to meet him at the entrance.

*****

Alex waved to his driver then knocked on the door to the large mansion he knew he would be more familiar with as time went on.

Marita opened the door. "Alex, you don’t need to knock. This will soon be your place."

Monica was standing beside her. "Hey there, Lex. How's it hanging?"

Marita rolled her eyes at Monica's bad attempt to be friendlier to him.

"I'm well, Monica. And you?"

"Just peachy, Alex. Sadly, I won't be able to join you for lunch. I have an appointment."

Alex wondered if she really was sorry or relieved.

"Well, maybe next time."

Monica nodded then stalked out of the house.

Marita just shook her head and shrugged. "Come on; let's go to the dining room."

They entered the lovely dining area that could easily fit 20. There was a tray table full of food.

"Grab a plate, Alex, and let's go to the study down the hall."

Alex grabbed a plate and a fork and filled his plate full of cucumber sandwiches and some mixed fruit. Marita smiled.

"A hearty appetite. Mother Warren will be most pleased with that."

Alex grumped, "Wonderful."

As they settled down in the far cozier study room, Marita asked, "So you're not as well as you said…."

Alex sighed. "I'm not unwell, just worried…."

"You're hurt. I can tell. You had a fight with your boyfriend?"

"Not a fight exactly. I just don’t know if he wants to be with me on a more permanent basis. Knowing that I will be marrying someone, even if that person is a lesbian…."

Marita frowned. "I'm sorry, Alex. Maybe we should postpone it…unless you want to just forget it all together."

"No, I don’t want to do that. It’s the only thing lately I'm sure of."

Marita smiled. "Well, I'm happy to hear that."

Alex nodded then sighed. "My boyfriend isn’t exactly what you think. He's not even my boyfriend really."

"Oh, is he married?"

"No, that would be too sad if he were, but then again, it may be easier."

Marita sat patiently, chewing on a carrot stick.

"He – I usually pay for companionship. He's one of the escorts I've been seeing lately. I asked him to be exclusive with me and he ran off."

Marita's eyebrows rose. "I don’t think I've ever met a man who sees prostitutes before."

Alex smiled. "You'd be surprised, Marita."

"I don’t think men are too surprising, Alex."

He shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

*****

Foxy was at home, exercising and keeping himself busy preparing for the final date with Walter. It would be such a huge step giving up one of his first clients who had stayed with him consistently over the years he'd been an escort. He had actually met Walter while he was doing his after school specials with one of his professors.  The man must have told Walter about him because one day while on a date with his professor a bald man came up and introduced himself to them. Clearly he was checking out the goods. Foxy was quite taken with the big bald man.

Foxy smiled to himself remembering how he wondered if the big man was big everywhere. He was savvy enough then to know not to ask the question on his mind. He sighed and checked the clock on his wall. He had refused to wear wristwatches until he could get a Rolex like the one his father had given him for his graduation. It had been stolen when he was out on one of his dates. In a way it was good that his father had kicked him out before he realized Foxy had lost his watch.

Walter always wanted him to smell like a lady, feel like a lady and look like a lady. So Foxy lotioned his hands and arms and elbows, shaved himself very smoothly and lacquered his nails. He then lacquered his toenails for an added touch this time and lotioned his roughened ankles and heels.

He was so glad he had Naired the night before. He put on his cock-hiding cloth then put on the frilly underwear he knew Walter usually went nuts over, then his padded bra.  Instead of the usual dark stockings he put on some pink frilly socks and slipped into Mary Jane's that he had made especially for his large feet. He walked over to the dress laid out on his bed. It was a cute frilly number with large ribbons on the front. But what was good about it is that it could be easily put on but more importantly be easily removed by lifting straight up. The thing didn’t even reach his knees. He put on a slip then the dress and looked in a mirror, He looked ridiculous he thought but he hadn’t put on the makeup yet and, anyway, this wasn't his fantasy but Walter's, and that was the more important thing.

He went into the bathroom and began to apply mascara, lipstick and rouge. He went back to the mirror and smiled. He was perfect for Walter. He went to get the last thing needed. The wig. He picked it up from the dresser and put it on, letting the braids trail down his shoulders. He grabbed a raincoat and put it on and some galoshes that he put over the Mary Jane's.

It was in the middle of summer and it hadn’t rained yet but no way was he about to have to explain himself to a cop. He rushed from Langly's house and jumped into his sports sedan after he saw what time it was. He wanted to be on time, which Walter always appreciated. This date would be the best he would give Walter and he wanted everything just right.

It took thirty minutes for Foxy to reach their usual hotel and he went to the room Walter always managed to get. He knocked on the door and Walter opened it and let him in.

"It's great to see you, baby."

"You too, Walter. I have something special for you today."

Walter raised a brow. Then Foxy opened his raincoat and showed him the dress. Walter's eyes widened.

"You did that for me?"

Foxy smiled and nodded while he took off the raincoat. He twirled awkwardly in the galoshes but Walter appreciated the show. He sat on the bed to take the clunky things off.

"Let me," Walter breathed as he bent down to take the rubber things and help pull them off. When he saw the shoe that slipped from the large rubber monstrosity he gasped.

"Oh god, baby. These are perfect." He bent and kissed the pink covered ankle.

Walter quickly removed the other galosh for the prize inside. He moved away and motioned for Foxy to rise and show himself off. Foxy rose and twirled for Walter. The ruffles of Foxy's underwear were shown briefly when he did and Walter groaned at the sight. Walter sat down bonelessly on the bed, his eyes fully on the vision before him.

"Come sit on daddy's lap," Walter finally managed to choke out, lust having thickened his voice.

Foxy paused his twirling and looked at Walter innocently, trying his best not to burst out laughing. The hunger visible on the other man's face was so animalistic that the reluctance wasn’t completely an act. A part of Foxy, though, found the scene exceptionally sexy. When he moved to sit on Walter's lap, Walter stopped him.

"You are so big, straddle daddy's lap, sweet thing."

Foxy giggled and straddled Walter's lap who wrapped his arms around Foxy and cupped the round buttocks in his hands, pulling the dressed up man close.

"Mmm, you feel so good to daddy, baby."

Foxy purred and whispered, "Love your arms around me, daddy."

Walter's voice hitched. "God, Foxy, you've outdone yourself tonight."

Foxy bent and nuzzled Walter's nose. "Thought you wanted me to play hard to get."

"That's okay, you in a pinafore is good enough. And ruffled underwear…I nearly creamed myself seeing that peeking out from under your dress."

Foxy smiled. They'd discussed whether or not Walter really wanted to be with a woman instead of a male escort, but he told Foxy he had a woman at home and liked the variety. Married men wanting to be with another man was more common than the average person realized.

"How would you like me, daddy?" Foxy teased as Walter nuzzled his long throat.

"I think I'll have to undress you, I want to take that underwear off you myself," Walter breathed against his throat. Foxy shivered. Walter continued to lick and suck on Foxy's neck murmuring how much he wanted to be with his baby. Walter petted Foxy for a good while, ratcheting Foxy's interest more and more. When his hand stroked a very interested cock through the pinafore and the underwear, Foxy groaned.

"Got to feel you, baby, want to touch your smooth pretty skin."

Foxy moaned his agreement as Walter lifted up the pinafore to play with the bulge in the pretty underwear. He played until the underwear was getting wet with precum.

"Naughty, now daddy must remove these wet drawers."

The sex-roughened tones sent shivers down Foxy's spine and he nodded in agreement, unable to say a word as he rose from Walter's lap on shaking legs and lay face down on the bed so Walter could remove the underwear slowly.

Walter lifted the end of the pinafore up, showing off the pretty lace ruffles. His cock twitched at the prize he knew was underneath the cloth. He reached down and ran his hand through the ruffles making Foxy sigh in anticipation.

"You like daddy touching you, baby?"

"Yes, daddy, yes."

Walter bit his lip to keep from just ripping the frilly underwear away and having at the pliant body. His hands gripped both sides of the underwear and slowly pulled downwards, Foxy moved to make it easier on the rampant erection in front. Walter stared at the beautiful ass before him and licked his lips. He wanted to taste that flesh so badly. He ran his hands over the muscular ass, loving the smooth skin under his rough hands.

Foxy loved this part, the part just before he was taken forcefully by his 'daddy'. When Walter bent and licked one cheek then the other, he gasped in surprise. Usually Walter kept plenty of latex between them. Then Walter pried his ass cheeks apart and nuzzled between, licking Foxy's crack and lapping his anus. Foxy groaned and clenched the bed sheets, too caught up in the sensation to worry about Walter's health.

"Walter?" he finally managed to say. "You're okay with-" moan "-this?"

The continued ministrations at his backside answered the escort, so he just lay there, trying hard not to thrust his ass back to meet that tongue.

Walter pulled back just enough to murmur against warm, wet sensitive flesh, "Want to feel so deep inside you, baby."

Foxy panted, wanting more desperately but not about to push his 'daddy', so he lay clenching the sheets as Walter's fingers slowly entered him one at a time. When he pulled his fingers out, Foxy grunted, but was soon rewarded by the touch of a gloved cock head at the entrance to his body.

"Want daddy inside you, baby?"

"Yes!" gasped Foxy breathlessly then moaned as he felt the thick cock head enter him.

Walter grabbed a hip and pulled upwards so Foxy could rise up on his knees and elbows to give him better access. Grasping those hips more firmly, the other man thrust past the ring of muscles, grunting his effort. He lay still for a moment, not wanting to rush it at all.

Foxy's thighs were shaking, wanting his 'daddy' to pound into him, but at the same time, not wanting it over too quickly either.

Walter slowly pulled out, enjoying the sounds emanating from his 'baby'. Foxy tried not to scream as that thick cock just touched his prostate.

Just then a loud crack filled the air and it was seconds later Foxy realized that Walter had slapped his ass. He cried out when Walter did it again.

"Has baby been good?" Walter barely got the words out.

"Yes!" sobbed Foxy, then was rewarded when Walter growled, 'good', and started a quick rhythm. He was so caught up in wanting to pound into that pliant flesh that he nearly missed those sexy noises Foxy made.

When Foxy froze and came hard Walter didn’t notice at first until the tight clenching nearly made him lose his rhythm, but he held tightly until it was over and continued to pound into the other man's backside until he bellowed out his own release and collapsed atop the spent body now flat on the bed.

When Foxy came to, he was very aware of a 200 pound man lying fully atop him, their bodies drenched with sweat and a still thick cock breaching his ass. He experimentally clenched his ass and, though it made his sore insides flinch, the twitching was reward enough and Walter groaned into wakefulness.

"Oh god, you out did yourself tonight, Foxy. I don’t know what I did to deserve it but it was amazing. You are the best."

Walter pulled carefully out and sighed. "You're a little red; want me to clean you up?"

This was one of the very reasons why Foxy loved Walter as a client so much, his care over his use of him.

"Thanks."

Walter went into the bathroom and brought back a warm, wet cloth. He cleaned Foxy up and asked, "How long can you stay?"

"All night…but I have to tell you something first."

"Okay." Walter took the cloth back into the bathroom then wandered back to lie beside the now covered Foxy.

"What is it?" he asked; a little concern in his voice.

Damn this was going to be harder than he thought. He watched Walter get dressed for a moment. He just had to say it outright. "I-this is our last night, Walter. I wanted to tell you after I gave you the fantasy you always wanted."

Walter just stared into Foxy's green blue eyes and kept quiet, realizing the other man wasn’t finished.

"I found another job and everything's great, just wanted to let you know that you're the main reason I stayed so long in the business…at least, men like you. It's very rare to find a good client and you have been the best."

Walter smiled and nodded. "I'm so happy for you, Foxy. Finally found something you wanted to do other than this job? That's wonderful. I knew you were a very smart person and could do anything you set your mind to, but I didn’t think it was my place to say…."

Foxy smiled back. "That’s exactly what makes you so good a client... and a man, Walter."

'I don’t think there's going to be another one like you, Foxy. You want to stay with me awhile?"

Foxy nodded and Walter moved closer and held Foxy in his arms until it was about 3am or so and then whispered, "I gotta go. Thanks for giving me a chance to fulfill my fantasies through you."

He bent then and kissed Foxy softly on the mouth then left. Foxy put his hands to his lips in wonder. That was the first time Walter had ever kissed him.

*****

Alex woke feeling terrible. He shouldn’t have downed that last shot of vodka. He closed his eyes and knew he had to at least call his secretary and tell her he would be out for the day. What seemed like just a small moment later, the phone rang, disturbing his quiet nap. He grabbed it and wanted to growl but ended up holding his head while he nearly whispered, "Yeah?"

"A-Alex?"

Alex did his best to sit up.

"Foxy? Is that you?"

"Yeah…Steve gave me your number. I want to tell you, I've decided."

Alex couldn’t speak, his heart was in his ankles and he was too afraid to ask.

"I told Steve that he doesn’t have to receive payments anymore from you-I quit."

Alex wanted to faint. "Wh-why would you do that?"

"I don’t want you to take care of me, Alex. I've been taking care of myself since my father disowned me when I was 20. If Steve wants to be subsidized by your money, he had better start a new company because no way am I letting you go to him for escorts … that is if you still want me exclusively."

Alex had to hold his head to think through what Foxy just told him. "You don’t want me to take care of you?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to be exclusive too?"

"That’s what I said."

"Oh god, Foxy. If my head weren’t pounding right now…."

"You have a hangover?"

Alex whimpered.

"I'll be right there. Let me take care of you, Alex."

Alex nodded to the phone then finally said, "Please", then hung it up.

He fell back and winced as his head was jostled as it landed. He thought to himself, 'What a silly, childish thing to do. Get drunk when Foxy just needed time to square things away with his life. How stupid can you get?' 'Shut up, I can't even properly argue with myself, I hurt!'

He was about to doze off when the bedroom door opened. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes since he talked to Foxy. He blearily looked up at the double vision before him.

"You look so damn good to me, baby…I want to hold you."

Foxy shook his head. "I've never had a man get drunk over me before. Frankly, it doesn’t look appealing."

Alex tried to laugh then coughed, hurting his head. "Don’t make me laugh, baby. It hurts too much."

"Come on, up an' at 'em."

"I can't."

"You wanna feel better? Come on."

When Alex saw Foxy taking off his clothes, he sat up to watch.

"That's the oddest hangover reliever I've heard of, Foxy, but if you're sure it'll work…."

Foxy shook his head. "No, we are going to take a nice relaxing sit in a warm Jacuzzi. Well…you can lay your head on me."

"Mmm, I do like your hangover cures."

Foxy put his hand out and Alex took it to help himself off the bed slowly. He helped Alex undress then wandered into the kitchen to get a bottle of Evian. He came back with Alex laying his head against the wall.

"Drink some of this, Alex."

Alex took the bottle and drank some of the water, feeling less queasy when he did so.

"That made me feel better…can I go back to bed now?"

Foxy shook his head, "No. Doctor Fox says relaxing in the Jacuzzi while drinking water is the best cure."

Alex bit back a sigh. "Anything for you, babe."

Foxy smiled. "Come on, Alex, my nipples are hard."

"Oh, man, what an incentive."

Foxy grinned and helped Alex to the Jacuzzi by holding the other man's hand and leading him there. He got in the warm whirling pool and held his hand out to Alex who looked on in trepidation.

"Come on, Alex. It feels so good in here."

Alex, armed with his Evian bottle, entered the warm waters and decided the whirls weren’t going to make him ill after all. Taking sips from the water bottle helped.

He smiled at Foxy who opened his arms and Alex leaned in, laying his head upon Foxy's chest while the other man massaged his arms and back.

"Mmm, I think Doctor Fox knows his stuff," murmured Alex.

Foxy smiled, holding Alex in his arms and giving him sips of the water. After a moment's peace, they heard a funny chirping sound.

"Damn, my cell phone."

"Where?" Foxy couldn’t believe there was a cell phone in a Jacuzzi. Rich men were totally cool.

"Over there by the controls."

"Let me get it, Alex. I don’t want you moving too much. Lay your head in the water while I get it."

"Yes, Doctor Fox." Alex smiled and lay his head back in the water as Foxy went to find the phone that was still chirping.

He found it hidden in a panel beside a few buttons he had no clue what they did.

"Mister Krycek's residence."

"Hello, this is Kim, Mr. Krycek's secretary. I'm calling to ask if he's available. He has a few appointments that need to be cancelled if he isn't."

"Thanks for calling, Kim. No, Mr. Krycek is unavailable today. He's a little under the weather and his doctor is seeing him now."

"Oh my goodness. Well, tell him I hope he feels better. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Foxy hung up and turned to Alex with a smile. "Your secretary needs a raise, Mister Krycek."

Alex returned the smile. "Yeah, she's a saint. If I were straight, I would have married her long ago."

"Good thing for me you aren’t."

Alex grinned. "Yeah, good thing for me too, baby."

*****

The next week was a flurry of hot sex, makeup and otherwise, and hurried, frantic lesbians crying about not having enough time for them to prepare for a wedding that Miss Warren wanted to make into the event of the year.

Marita and Monica insisted that Alex and Foxy both stay at the estate as they planned the wedding. Alex and Foxy ended up keeping out of the girls' way and spent an inordinate amount of time playing hide the sausage in several of the beautiful guest bedrooms there.

It was during one of those games they played while the lesbians were frantically planning and scheming that Monica wandered into one of the guest bedrooms to scream at the top of her lungs. They jumped up, scared witless. Marita came charging in upset and looking like she had just been beaten.

"What's going on, Monica?" she gasped out, worried there was something horrifying she couldn’t see with her own eyes.

"I've been wondering what these two have been up to all this week. I thought it had been too quiet around here while we are busting our asses trying to make this wedding perfect for Miss Bag of bones." Monica glared at the boys and then turned to Marita, expecting her to lay into them.

Marita looked puzzled at the boys on the bed then looked at Monica. "You didn’t know it? I swear I could hear them several times even when we had Marcus Williams here."

Monica put her hands on her hips, very upset that Marita was taking up for the boys.

Foxy gasped. "You had Marcus Williams here?"

Marita smiled. "Yes, he was a hoot. I would have disturbed your playtime but I didn’t know you liked him."

"Oh, he's a great drag queen over at Lips. I knew he was a wonderful wedding planner too. See, Alex, lesbians can have taste."

Monica scoffed at their blasé attitude. Clearly it was a crime that Marita knew all along what the boys were doing while they had been running their tails off all week trying to keep Miss Dragonlady happy.

"So, it's ok with you that the boys get to play with their winkies instead of helping out?"

Marita put her own hands to her hips. "I thought you knew about it. After all, it was you who told them to get lost when they were only trying to help."

"Help? They were clearly in the way and you know it. They planned this all along. They didn’t want to help so they sabotaged it so they could play with themselves instead of actually doing a thing about the wedding."

Marita smiled at Monica. "That’s incredible, Monica. You've treated them both with disrespect and ill grace the entire time they have been here. It's no wonder they made themselves scarce."

Monica huffed. "You're taking up for them because you have a thing for Alex."

Marita blushed. "I do not! He is a pretty man but so is Foxy. I just told you I thought they would be hot together. That’s all."

"Ha! You were saying both but you were thinking Alex with you."

Just then they heard a loud moan as Alex's tongue played with a very sensitive nipple.

"Oh, gross, they don’t even have the decency to wait until we were out of the room!"

Marita giggled and grabbed Monica's hand and led her from the room.

*****

As the day loomed closer, Monica and Marita were nervous. Alex and Foxy were so wrapped up in each other; it was surprising they even knew what was going on right beside them.

"You know, Mari, now's the time to tell them before you go down the aisle."

Marita winced. She hated when Monica called her Mari. It usually was to stick it to her to get on with something. And in this case she was right.

"Um, gentleman. Monica has brought to my attention the fact that it wouldn’t look good to our guests or, especially to Witch Hazel, the way you look at each other during our wedding. So, Foxy, we were hoping that you wouldn’t be Alex's best man. If you were, your eyes would be so focused on each others that you wouldn’t be able to see straight."

Foxy giggled then stopped when Monica glared at him.

"Well, I'm a bit disappointed but I understand. It's Alex's and your day, Marita. It wouldn’t be right if I was around too conspicuously close."

"Who'd be his replacement? Your father knows it’s a sham wedding and refused to come," asked Alex.

"Well, Monica was thinking of asking her boss. He is a good man and he would be willing to stand in your stead, Foxy. He's married, so that would help anyone who thinks the wedding is a sham, though we both were out."

"Yeah, I don’t understand your grandmother's decision. It's as if she could fool New York into thinking we were really in love."

"I wouldn’t put it past her to be doing this to spite the lesbian and gay community," Monica put in.

"How?" asked Foxy.

"By insisting a gay and lesbian wed, as if we were those odd converted Christians who have quit their homosexuality in favor of a straight life."

"You may be right, Monica. I wouldn’t put it past her to already have spread a rumor that we have done just that," Alex agreed.

Monica smiled at Alex, glad he agreed with her this time.

"So, who is this lucky man who has taken my place?"

"His name is Walter Skinner. He's an assistant director of the FBI and assists in the local agency here in New York."

Foxy gasped. "Please tell me he isn’t bald and has chocolate brown eyes."

Monica shrugged. "Yes, he does. Well, I never really paid much attention to his eyes, but I know they are dark."

Alex looked at Foxy closely. "That's your Walter?"

Foxy nodded. "I think it is."

"What do you mean 'Foxy's Walter'? As far as I know he's married and spends his spare time chewing new assholes into the agents under him."

Foxy snorted. "He also spent a number of years drilling a hole in me."

Monica glared at Foxy. "You better be sure, Foxy."

"Monica, have you invited him already?" interjected Marita.

"Yes, no way am I going to tell him he can't come just because of this Twinkie here."

"I am not a Twinkie…I only play one on TV."

Alex giggled at Foxy's joke but tried to hold him back from slapping Monica.

"Listen, Foxy, I am licensed to carry a gun."

"All good bull dykes are," retorted Foxy.

Alex grabbed Foxy and kissed him to keep him quiet while trying to keep from laughing as well. Marita shrugged and grabbed Monica and kissed her too. After several long moments, they pulled away and smiled at their closed-eyed, puffy-lipped lovers and grinned at each other.

"Foxy, you think it would be ok to let him be Alex's best man? Think you can ensure nothing happens?"

Foxy opened his eyes and Alex caught his breath at the other man's beauty. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Good, that’s settled. Foxy promises to behave himself at the wedding."

Monica, very flushed, just nodded in agreement then Marita announced, "Well, let's go to rehearsal."

They all climbed into Marita's SUV and went to the wedding rehearsal. Foxy wondered if he could control himself at the wedding but kept that to himself.

*****

Alex noticed how pensive Foxy had become ever since Monica mentioned that Walter would be the Best Man. He debated with himself, trying to decide if it would be better not to pry or to pry in order to help his lover out.

"Foxy, what's wrong?" he asked, thinking it wouldn't hurt to see if everything was going well with the other man.

"Oh, nothing really. I just-"

"Is it because of Walter?" Alex winced, not liking the fact he just blurted out the very subject he should have been careful about.

"Yeah, I guess so. I just worry that he will notice me or...I don't know. I doubt he will acknowledge me. I knew he wanted me dressed as a woman in case someone noticed us together."

"That's probably true. Isn't he married? He wouldn't want to raise suspicion in his wife at the very least."

"Yeah, that's what Monica said. I knew he was married, though I never knew he was a fibbie. No wonder he wanted to be discreet."

Foxy looked at Alex closely and held his hands out. "Come here, please."

Alex sat beside Foxy and let the other man hold him. "I have no intention of starting anything with Walter. We were just business partners. I promise."

Alex let the warmth of the other man release his worry and he nuzzled on the long neck, loving the way Foxy purred as he did that.

"You do know you belong to me, Foxy? Only me," he mumbled against the warm skin. He pulled up to look into the beautiful hazel eyes and said, "You know I love you. I've never said that to you before...but it's true."

Foxy smiled. "Yes, I know you love me. I love you, too."

Alex grinned widely. "Oh, you've made me a very happy man, Foxy. I think I will be able to convince people that I'm in love. It's just little details like I'm not in love with the bride that no one else needs to know about." He snickered.

Foxy snickered with them. "I will try to keep out of your line of sight, lover."

"Mm. I love that word from your lips."

They made love slowly to imprint themselves on each other's bodies. They did their best to not think about the wedding or what would happen, only what would happen afterwards. Monica would get Foxy and they would follow the newlywed's car to the Pierre. They were incredibly lucky to find adjoining rooms. Miss Warren had insisted on the best for them and the hotel staff was very accommodating.

Foxy had never been in the presidential suite before, but he had been in a much more modest room there once with a guest. Though he was there only for two hours, he certainly enjoyed his time there. He could hardly contain his excitement for the wedding night when they both could relax and spend a very pleasant evening in each other's arms. He did his best to hide the fact he was still worried about Walter. Though he knew he wouldn't do anything, he couldn't say the same for Walter. He second-guessed himself, thinking he was worried about what Walter would do because he secretly wanted for him to try something. How stupid is that? He yelled at himself. You find the one who could change your life permanently in a very positive, loving way and all you can think of is a possible scenario where you end up in another man's arms. The only thing that kept him from thinking about it was Alex's tongue lapping at his underarms as his lover humped against him.

*****

The wedding morning had arrived. Marita and Monica had stayed in their rooms, having breakfast served to them while Alex and Foxy had to get their breakfast in the dining room.

"I think I could get used to this, Alex. May's strawberry parfaits are scrumptious." "The girls refuse to eat them at all, but allow me to have May make them for my breakfast. They insist I eat them for breakfast since they are too loaded with calories for later in the day."

Alex shrugged and fed Foxy a bit of his.

"You are so good to me," said Foxy. He then fed Alex some of his. They continued to feed each other until it was all gone.

"Now where are those yummy sausages she makes?" asked Foxy.

"Is my Foxy going to turn into a cream puff?"

"Only when I'm hot and horny for you, my love," Foxy purred.

Alex snickered. "Then I get to suck the cream right out of ya."

"Mmhmm."

Monica stared at them abashed. "Damn, this will never work! You two will be so obvious a room full of two hundred won't keep you dripping all over each other with your eyes."

"I will be good, I promise, mother dear," drawled Foxy.

"I thought you weren't going to leave your bedroom until it's time?" asked Alex.

"I just came in to see about getting some real food. I've been eating nothing but fruit all morning. It's driving me nuts. I need some protein or I won't be able to survive the wedding."

"Come share the sausages with me, Monica."

Alex watched as Monica and Foxy civilly ate their sausages in relative peace. It was a miracle. No fighting because of sausages. He would have to remember that next time. They moved on to bacon and grits next with Monica going to get some cheese for the grits. Alex had a bit of the cheesy grits then went to see how Marita was holding up.

She squealed when he entered her bedroom. "You're not supposed to be in here! This is our wedding day!"

"Come on, Marita. This is no traditional wedding, no matter what Miss Warren does to make it so."

Marita sighed. "Well then, come in and help me put on my garter."

Alex moved closer and wondered why she couldn’t put it on. Then saw she had on a bustier with garters and looked like an overstuffed clam, but with sexy stockings and pink panties, she looked quite delicious. He licked his lips and went down on his knees. He grinned up at her with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You know I never formally proposed to you."

Marita blushed. "That's ok, it's not necessary really…."

He could tell she was desperate for it so he immediately asked, "Miss Marita would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Marita flushed prettily and nodded. "Yes, I would."

He took her hand and kissed it. She began fanning her face with her hand.

"Hurry up before I cry."

Alex smiled then took a pretty stocking foot and slid the garter up to her upper thigh. Just then Monica burst in.

She squawked. "What?! Every time I leave you two alone for a minute you're all over each other!"

Marita gasped. "Nonsense, Monica. If you weren’t so busy stuffing your face, you would have helped me with my garter instead of Alex. And besides, you left me alone."

Monica ignored Marita and growled, "What were you doing in here in the first place, Mister Hands?" She didn’t like the fact that Alex's hand hadn’t left the garter yet.

"I was proposing to my bride-to-be if you must know, Monica."

"Likely story!"

"Monica, he was. He got down on his knees and proposed to me. It was very sweet. He is a very honorable man."

"Then why is his hand still on your thigh?"

Alex quickly yanked his hand off the very enticing thigh and Marita fumed, "Ooh, you can be so obtuse sometimes, Monica!"

Alex rose. "Well, I did what I came to do, so I will leave your ladies presence."

He quickly left with Monica giving him the evil eye the entire time.

"Damn, am I going to have to put up with that for the rest of my marriage, Monica? It will get tiresome fast," Marita said, exasperated.

Monica sighed. "I'm sorry, Mari, but I don’t like his hands on you and you know it."

"He was just helping me and was startled when you came in. He would have left right after he put the garter on me but you came bursting in. It's almost as if you are trying to catch us at an awkward moment and that is ridiculous."

Monica closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mari, it is really wrong of me to ruin your wedding day."

"The day isn’t ruined, Monica. I just need you to be a little understanding of Alex and my relationship. It isn't as if we love each other and we both are madly in love with other people. There is nothing for you to worry about, I promise."

Monica nodded then moved over to the gown that was fortunately hidden by the veil.

"Is it time to put the gown on yet?"

Marita looked at the clock. "Yeah, we should go ahead, though we may be early."

"Ok." But she turned to Marita and kissed her softly and pressed her forehead to the other woman's. "I promise to behave."

"I love you, Monica."

"I love you too, Marita."

They kissed again and held each other for a moment then Monica got the gown.

*****

Alex and Foxy stood by the door waiting for the bride and her lover. They both wore beautifully tailored tuxedos.

"What do you think they are doing in there?"

Alex shrugged. "Probably talking girl talk."

"What is that anyway? Talking about the brand of tampon to use?"

Alex snickered. "Could be, but I don’t think that's what they are talking about just now."

"You don’t think they had time for a quickie do you?"

Alex shook his head. "I don’t think Marita would have been able to the way she was trussed up in there the last time I checked."

"Do we have time for a quickie?" Foxy asked, a sexy lilt to his voice.

Alex grinned. "Probably only a hand job but I think Monica would kill us if we smelled like sex before the wedding."

Foxy sighed wistfully. "Yeah, I am too pretty to die so young."

Alex smiled and leaned over and kissed Foxy's half pouting lip. Monica came just in time to witness the kiss get more passionate.

"Marita, we are going to have to hose them down, I swear!"

Marita just giggled and said, "They look so good together. I almost wish it was a double wedding."

"No way in hell will I marry Miss Twinkie."

Foxy pulled away to say, "I heard that Mon-" but Alex's tongue shut him up.

*****

They went in separate cars and Monica insisted she drove Alex while Foxy drove Marita. Alex had to concede it was a good idea since he knew he wanted to put his hands on his lover as much as possible now that they were on their way to the large Episcopalian church Miss Warren insisted they have their wedding.

"Beats me why, though, her husband was Jewish and she was raised Catholic," Marita informed Foxy nervously.

"It's just for prestige. She would have it in a mosque if it was the popular thing to do."

Marita agreed. Then she studied Foxy for a moment. "You know you are very good for Alex. I can tell. He seems immensely happy. You don’t know how worried he was when you left him. He thought you would never come back."

Foxy smiled at him. "Thanks, Marita. I haven’t told you yet but you are absolutely stunning in your gown. I don’t think I've seen a more beautiful bride."

Marita smiled broadly. "You are a wonderfully good man, Foxy. I am so glad I will be able to get to know you."

They stayed quiet the rest of the trip to the large church, letting Monica go ahead before they arrived.

*****

Alex kept his eyes on the entrance, trying his best not to seek out Foxy in the crowd. There were much more people there than just the guests. Some photographers from society magazines and reporters were in attendance. Miss Warren had made a grand entrance with her grandnephew in her wake. 'Poor bastard,' thought Alex. 'I should get him a Ferrari for being so attentive to his grandaunt.'

Alex began to nervously move from one foot to the other when his eyes caught sight of a baldhead and he did his best not to freeze in mid-step. The guy was definitely something to look at. He was gorgeous in a tailored Hugo Boss tux. He could eat someone like Foxy for breakfast and then have him for lunch with no problems.

'Fuck, Foxy's probably never seen Walter look so …' Just then he saw Walter make a bee line to a man standing just a bit further away from the crowd. He couldn’t quite see who it was but he had a sneaking suspicion.

*****

"Foxy! Are you related to the bride or groom?"

Foxy looked wide-eyed at Walter and swallowed nervously. "Uh, Walter…you look amazing. I-I'm a friend of the groom's actually."

"You should be the Best Man, then."

"Oh, no, I wouldn’t do at all. You're more the Best Man type…."

Walter shook his head but moved closer to Foxy to whisper, "God, if I weren’t here for my subordinate…you are so fucking sexy in that tux."

Foxy gulped. "I thought you were married."

"I was, but Sharon asked for a divorce the moment I asked her to put on that getup you wore that night."

Foxy gasped. "You can divorce someone just because your spouse wants you to wear a pinafore?"

Walter sighed. "Seems like it. She called me sick and perverted and that she didn’t want to remain married to one such as me." He shrugged.

"Oh, God, Walter, I'm so sorry to hear it."

"Well, it was bound to happen. You actually kept the marriage going longer than its sell by date."

"Oh."

"Do you think that maybe after…?"

"I'm sorry, Walter, but I'm in a relationship right now."

Walter heaved a sigh. "I guess I should go to Steve's then."

"Maybe you should go to a gay bar, Walter. Meet a man who would be willing to be discreet like I was."

Walter looked into Foxy's eyes. "You have been so good to me, Foxy. I hope the best for you."

"Me too, Walter."

Just then the sound of the organ began to play the wedding march. Everyone scrambled to their seats. Foxy remained standing and was very glad he was saved by the arrival of the bride.

When Marita entered the church proper, Foxy gasped. She was radiant and looked absolutely beautiful. His heart skipped a beat as if he were the one marrying her. His childish heart wished he was marrying her or even her evil lover Monica. He sighed as he saw her look adoringly at Alex. Then his heart wished he was the one in the wedding gown and Alex was the one looking at him so worshipfully.

Anyone would be a fool to think they weren’t in love. But Foxy knew that was because they were in love, just not with each other. He wondered what they were thinking while they were up there.

*****

Marita was in a daze. She was on cloud nine and was blissfully happy. Alex looked devastatingly handsome in his tux and was looking at her as if she were the only woman in the whole world. The little girl inside of her sighed in happiness but the lesbian side was trying to put a damper on the whole event but she ignored that side of her completely.

Alex could hardly hear the minister with his heartbeat in his ears. He so desperately wanted to be with Foxy but he was way too responsible a man to renege on what he promised Marita. No matter how much his knees were shaking.

*****

Suddenly the minister said, "You may kiss the bride."

Alex's eyes widened then he looked at Marita and moved his head down to press his lips to hers. She decided he needed waking up so she slipped her tongue into his very pliant mouth and he moaned.

The next thing either of them knew, they were being rushed out of the church amid laughter, clapping, thrown rice and confetti.

They couldn’t even tell if Foxy and Monica had made it to their car. Alex grinned at Marita, kissed her, then started the SUV and drove away from the packed church's driveway.

*****

"Foxy, come on. We better get a move on," Monica said amid the people leaving for their cars.

Just then Walter came up to them.

"Hello," he said to Monica then looked pointedly at Foxy.

"Oh, hi, sir. Thanks so much for being Marita's Best Man at the last minute."

"You're welcome, Agent."

Foxy grasped Monica's hand and said, "Come on, Monica, we better get going."

Monica glared at Foxy for a moment then said, "Thanks again, sir. See you in two weeks."

"Bye, Agent Reyes."

When they got into the car, Monica refused to start the car but eyeballed Foxy until he asked, "What now?"

"You made it look like we were an item. Skinner will be on my ass to find out about us now."

"Monica, I was trying to show him that I'm not up for trying to start a relationship with him. Seeing you with me, he probably will back away from coming to me again."

Monica sighed. "Maybe, but – I have a reputation as being a ball breaker. I kinda like that. I don’t want to mess it up if people think I'm with a femme."

Foxy snorted. "I don’t know where you get the idea that I'm some queen, Monica, but I'm not. I pass very well in society and I would say most people would have no clue that I'm gay."

"Well, maybe my gaydar is more attuned than most."

Foxy giggled and said, "Come on, ballsy, let's get going before they start without us."

"Oh shit!" She pulled the seatbelt around her then started the car and zoomed out of the church parking lot like a bat out of hell.

*****

Marita let Alex take down her hair and he ran his hand down the side of her face, lifted her chin and kissed her softly.

"Hello, Mrs. Krycek."

Marita sighed. "Damn! I can't believe it, I'm a married woman!"

Alex smirked. "I hope Foxy and Monica made it out of the church alive."

Marita went over to grab some canapés from a serving tray. "God, I'm starving," she said between munching.

"You should have eaten more than just a few strawberries and grapes this morning."

He watched her with an amused eye then commented. "I thought you said you shouldn’t eat carbs after 5pm."

"That’s on a regular day, this is my wedding day and I will eat carbs whenever I want!"

He smiled then grabbed some as well before she ate it all. They poured some of the champagne in glasses and sipped it for a bit when the door burst open and Foxy gasped, "Oh god, that woman drives like a madman!"

Alex went to Foxy and pressed him to his body. "Good to see you again, Foxy. Wasn't sure if…."

"Alex, there was never a doubt in my mind who I would spend the rest of my life with."

They kissed and Marita watched, smiling at them as she munched more canapés and sipped champagne.

Monica came ambling in and, for once, remained quiet as Foxy and Alex kissed.

Marita grabbed some more canapés then Monica's hand and led her to the adjoining room door. She looked back at the boys for one moment but Monica grabbed her and shoved her into their room with little finesse.

*****

They kissed for a long time until their lips were bruised and swollen. Foxy's hands slowly released Alex from his tux. Alex walked them backwards to the bedroom but the couch got in the way and Foxy fell back on it.

"You are so beautiful," murmured Alex. "You are the very reason for my happiness. I would give up everything for you."

Foxy blushed furiously. He started to speak then stopped. "Uh, how about just your tux for now…we can negotiate terms later."

Alex smiled then took off his tux then his shirt but left the small black bowtie on. Foxy whistled. "Sexy, you look like a Chippendale dancer."

Alex stopped. "I'm sorry, my love, but dancing is out of the question. That requires me to totally lose my inhibitions and I don’t think I'm ready for that just yet."

Foxy's long legs wrapped around the other man's and commanded, "Then get a move on, buster. I wanna see ya naked!"

"Yes, my lord and master."

Foxy liked the sound of that.

"Anything my master requires?"

"Just a hand up so my slave can undress me."

"Of course, my lord."

Alex helped Foxy up from the couch and began to pull off his lover's tux, kissing each part of Foxy's body that became exposed.

Foxy sighed in pleasure when Alex kissed his abdomen on a very sensitive spot.

When Alex came to Foxy's pants, he unzipped then lowered them in one fluid motion, running his cheek along one long, sleek leg.

Foxy held onto Alex's head as he took off his master's shoes and socks then bent and kissed his toes. Foxy gasped.

"Damn, Alex, you been in the business long?"

"No, only doing what comes naturally to the man I love."

Foxy bit his lip and whispered, "Slave has permission to kiss his master."

Alex rose and pressed his lips to Foxy's softly then lapped at his master's, asking permission to enter. Foxy parted his lips for his slave and moaned as Alex sucked on his tongue. He didn’t know how long they kissed but, after awhile, Foxy couldn’t stand any longer, his legs were shaking and his cock was leaking all over his silk boxers.

"I-" Foxy began but sounded more like 'la' so he cleared his throat, after Alex had pulled away for them to breathe. "I think it's time for bed now, slave."

Alex nodded and bowed, letting his master lead the way to the bedroom. Foxy sat on the bed and commanded, "Suck me." And Alex immediately bent on his knees, opened the boxer's fly to take Foxy in his mouth and worshipped his master's cock.  Foxy's eyes were closed, his head on a very soft pillow, his thighs opened wide to give his lover full access. He nearly drifted to sleep at the pleasant warmth spreading from his cock all over his body until Alex pulled off to lap his balls and the cool air on his cock woke him up. He moaned as the warm wet tongue lapped at the sensitive skin under his balls. That superb tongue caressed his perineum thoroughly. When Alex's tongue reached his anus, he groaned, shifting his hips up to let his love slave slide into him.

Then Foxy gasped, "Stop!"

Alex pulled away, licking his lips as he did.

"Your master wants to taste you as well, slave."

Alex smiled and leaned on the bed in such a way that his head was facing his master's feet and his crotch was near his master's face.

"You are so smart, my slave, knowing what your master wants. Let me reward you."

Foxy teased the sensitive cock head, tasting and licking, causing Alex to moan and shake.

"Take me in your mouth, slave," commanded Fox, pulling away for a moment.

Alex groaned, loving how Foxy took command so well. He gripped his master's slim hips, pulling the beautiful hard cock towards him. He opened and sucked on the head, loving the way his master's sounds vibrated deliciously over his cock. Alex was being driven wild as each movement he made, Foxy was able to duplicate it on his own member in the exact reverse. They played a game of trying to fool each other into losing the rhythm and all it did was keep it up far longer than otherwise.

Foxy's naughty finger stabbing into his ass at the most opportunistic moment had Alex shooting down his master's throat. Foxy lapped him up with humming-contented sounds while Alex tried his best to play catch up by teasing under his master's balls. That had the desired effect and Foxy froze for a moment then released his load in his slave's very warm, sucking mouth.

They lay in a quite haze of post-coital bliss, content just to enjoy their momentary pause from reality.

Foxy's stomach growling woke them up and he giggled. "Crème of slave doesn’t fill me up, apparently."

Alex smiled and rose, asking what his master wanted.

Foxy paused then said, "A cream covered love slave with fruit."

Alex grinned and said, "Coming right up, master."

After eating his full of his lover and fruit and cream, Foxy grabbed Alex's hand and went over to the doors of the adjoining room and put his finger to his lips. He listened for a moment then opened the door slowly.

The room was very similar to their own and the only light were candles flickering here and there.  As they moved to the bed, they saw Marita sprawled gloriously naked on the bed while Monica teased her lover with her fingers, mouth and hair. The sight was breathtaking and Foxy stared wide-eyed. He looked at Alex who was drooling, literally.

When Monica's head moved down from lapping at Marita's sexy navel, she made a beeline with her tongue to the blond patch of hair just southwards. Monica's dark head blocked the view but the boys' imagination filled in the rest as they saw the way her head angled over and over and the way Marita's hands clenched her lovers' head.

The candlelight made both women's bodies glow and they were so breathtakingly beautiful, Foxy almost felt bad for looking in on their private moment. When he looked back at the way Alex's cock was standing up, begging for attention, he grinned and led his lover out of the room, holding onto the object of his lover's maleness.

Back in there room, Foxy related, "I never knew lesbian sex was so hotl!"

Alex grinned, knowingly, and Foxy gasped. "You've been with a lesbian before?"

"No, but I've been with a bisexual woman and her female lover before."

"Fuck me. Really?"

"Yeah."

"You think Marita…?"

"Marita might but Monica…."

They sighed forlornly then Foxy grabbed his lover's hands. "Come on, I will be your bisexual woman and you can be my experimental lesbian."

Alex laughed; very happy he had such a spontaneous and imaginative lover.

*****

They had been in the Bahamas for nearly a week; both of them tanned completely, though poor Alex's alabaster skin had burned badly the first day.

"You sure you have to go back at the end of next week, Alex?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, my love. Maybe next year we can return for a longer time."

Foxy sighed. "Ok. I guess I could use some time inside. I don’t think I look good at all with these blond streaks."

"You look absolutely beautiful, Fox."

Foxy grinned. "You are prejudiced, my Alex. Is it true Marita wants to remain here in the Caribbean?"

"Yeah, she found a great place to stay and intends to paint the wonderful landscape. I would do that too if I had such talent as she."

"What about your grandmother-in-law's plans for you to have children and run Hadden Enterprises?"

"Oh, the moment Miss Warren gave Marita the business contracts she sold the lot to John Saunders. I, being her marriage and business partner, didn’t object. We have more important things in our lives than a business."

Foxy smiled, it was wonderful to know that Marita and Alex had decided that their lovers took precedent over business. "Saunders? Whose that?"

"Nobody." Alex grinned enigmatically and Foxy shrugged his shoulders. He took Alex's hand and went on their usual afternoon stroll that ended with a beautiful sunset lovemaking session in the sand.

End.
 
 

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