Gaining Trust 4: Nightmares

by Lady Midath

Disclaimer: I do not own them, the man with the surfboard does… or so I'm told

Fandom: X Files

Pairing: Skinner/Krycek

Rating: NC17

Archive: Please do, after all That's what its here for

Spoilers: Please assume all episodes

Status: Part four of Gaining Trust

Summary: Alex starts having nightmares And Walter takes the first step

Gaining Trust 4: Nightmares
by Lady Midath

Walter

The scream ripped through the apartment, driving me from my bed and hurtling into Alex's room to rescue him like some half demented knight in shining armour. Or in my case…rumpled sweats and a t-shirt.

He was sitting up, the quilt pooled around his torso and legs, his face blank and slick with sweat. The harsh rasp of his breath being pulled in and out of his lungs and the glassy sheen to his eye told their own story.

"Alex…Alex…come on, wake up." Slightly calmer now, I stepped over to his bed, placing one hand gently on his shoulder. Without warning, he wrenched away from me, nearly sending me over backwards on my ass. Damn, I realised now that I had grabbed his left shoulder, he couldn't stand anyone going near his stump. I had learned that the first that day he was here.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, but I was not sure that he heard me. He was staring straight ahead, his eyes fixed to some distant point that only he could see.

"Alex, are you okay?"

"Huh?"

Slowly, like some automaton, he turned his head around to face me. Then recognition dawned in his eyes.

"Walter?"

Gradually I started to relax as I watched him slowly come out of whatever it was that had driven him to scream as though he'd been having his throat cut.

"You had a nightmare Alex." I told him, being careful to keep my voice as soothing as possible. "Are you alright now?"

"W…w…Walter, that's you isn't it?" He was still looking confused and frightened. His eyes were still wide but they had lost that terrified starey look at least.

"Yes, it's me." I assured him. "You were having a nightmare."

Alex frown, looking puzzled for a moment, then nodded. "Oh yeah, the silo." He replied.

"The what?" Carefully I lowered myself to perch on the side of the bed.

"I dreamt that I was back in the silo again, that Spender had locked me in there with…." He stopped as a violent shudder rippled through him.

"I'm sorry for waking you up Walter." He finished weakly. I shook my head.

"It's okay Alex, it wasn't your fault. Everyone has bad dreams every now and again. Hell; you should hear me when I have a dream about my time in Vietnam, I bet my scream could send yours running for cover any day."

He smiled wanly at the joke. "Thanks Walter, I guess I should be letting you get back to bed now, huh."

"Yeah." Slowly I got up off the bed, looking down into pair of enormous green eyes. He looked so lost and waiflike sitting there amongst the rumpled bed sheets. Suddenly I found myself not wanting to leave him alone.

"Would you like to spend the rest of the night with me?" I asked him.

Alex stared up at me for a moment, all traces of fear leaving his face only to be replaced by suspicion.

"There's no ulterior motive Alex if that's what you're thinking." I told him calmly. "I just thought that you might not want to be alone right now, that's all."

I could see him thinking, weighing up the cost of spending the rest of the night in my bed or spending it alone.

The fear of the nightmare returning finally won out. Throwing back the quilt, Alex swung his legs to the floor and padded out after me into my own room.

"I'm no fag you know Walter." He said suddenly as I pulled back the covers for him.

I looked up directly into his eyes, seeing the worry that swam in their jewel green depths.

"Alex, this isn't some half assed attempt at seduction. I invited you in here simply out of concern, that's all. I promise."

"Okay then." Alex replied as he climbed into bed. He moved clumsily although I had a feeling that the awkwardness was more due to embarrassment rather than the loss of his limb.

I climbed in beside him being careful not to touch or alarm him in any way. I had to admit to being surprised that he had chosen to take me up on the offer of letting him share my bed. Surprised, but
pleased as well.

ooo)O(ooo

Alex

Walter's offer to spend the rest of the night in his bed was a shock to say the least, but a welcome one all the same.

At first I was going to refuse the offer. It was bad enough sharing the same living space as him without actually sharing The same sheets and blankets as well. At least when I was in my room… //my room// I secretly marvelled, there was a solid wall between us.

"Good night Alex." I heard Walter say as he settled down beside me. I mumbled something in return, and then laid down once more; resting my head against the pillows. I could feel my heart racing, my body damp with sweat. The aftermath of the nightmare, I told myself, but who the hell was I trying to kid. This was not due to the residue of a dream; this was down to me…and him.

I'm not a fag I had told him, Jesus Joseph and Mary and what a lie that was. And what was worse; he knew it. After all what else would have kept bringing me back here every night for over a week? The décor?

Suppressing a moan, I rolled over onto my side and silently prayed for morning.

ooo)O(ooo

Walter

I could hear the sound of his breathing, a little raspy at first then gentler, gradually evening out. I could feel him lying there beside me, the faint smell of his sweat mingled with his aftershave, //my aftershave// teasing my nostrils and I felt myself grow hard.

Oh Christ I moaned inwardly, getting a boner was not exactly what I had planned.

//Well what the fuck did you expect you idiot?// That sneering little voice was back and in full force now. //Of course if you invite a man that you find sexy, oh come now let's not be coy here;
a man that you would be more than happy to plough into the mattress into your bed and you don't expect to become harder than a fucking rock? What reality are you living in Skinner?//

I sighed and closed my eyes, willing it to go away. Nope, if anything my cock seemed to be getting even harder if that was at all possible.

Think unsexy thoughts, I told myself sternly. Let's see now…Kersh in a bikini, ugh pretty gross. Spender in a bikini…oh wait, I wanted to lose the hard on, not my lunch. The Lone Gunmen in a...Walter don't even go there!

Sweating now I laid there a little longer but it was no good, I had no choice but to do something about this.

Moving careful so as not to wake Alex, I pushed the blankets off me and padded into the bathroom. Without bothering to switch on the light, I settled myself down onto the edge of the tub. Taking my now throbbing dick into my hand, I began stroking the hardened shaft with my fingers.

Pearly drops of pre-cum began gathering at the tip, glistening as I started stroking faster. My breath was becoming ragged now and I felt that I was getting close, when all of a sudden; the bathroom door opened and Alex stepped inside.

Startled, I stared up at him, dick still in my hand.

"Uh, I needed to use the…um...I'm sorry, should have knocked…my fault…" The words seemed to tumble out of his mouth. I could see how embarrassed he was. Despite the dimness of the room, he knew what I'd been doing.

"Alex I…" I began but he was backing out of the bathroom before I could finish what I wanted to say.

Sighing I cleaned myself up and arranged my sweatpants over my still half hard penis.

Alex was standing near the bed, staring at me wide eyed.

"Look Alex; I'm sorry…okay?"

"Um, yeah sure Walter." He muttered nervously, he turned his face away, looking down at the floor.

"Oh to hell with this." I snapped impatiently. Throwing caution to the wind, I stepped forward and grabbing him, gathered the startled man into my arms.

"Walter!" He yelped. "What are you…mmpphhh."

The rest of the sentence was lost as I pressed my lips against his.

END