Title: The Other Man's Entrance
Author: Peach
Email address: Peach1250@hotmail.com
Fandom: X-Files
Pairings: Skinner/Krycek
Warnings: This story contains m/m relationship. Angst ahead.
Rating: NC17
Date: 06/06/02
Archive: No
Website: http://us.reocities.com/peach1250/index.html
Disclaimer: The characters of Skinner and Mulder, and Krycek, and the X-Files belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and the Fox Network. No copyright infringement is intended no money is being made.
Summary: Walter falls in love. Again.
Notes: AU. Thank you Josan as always.

"The Other Man (or woman, if you like)" challenge: By Peja (damn her)
Your POV character discovers his/her lover is involved...VERY involved with another partner. Or your POV character discovers he is the Other Partner in an established relationship...How does he react to this discovery? Does he confront his cheating partner? Does he continue the relationship? Does he invite the other into the games?

I had been out of town on a consultation for over two weeks. I was anxious to get home. I normally didn't take jobs that kept me away from my lover that long. As much as I wanted to see him, I was nervous. Something was wrong. I knew that because his phone conversations had been distant these last few days. I thought he might be angry with me for taking a job that had lasted so long.

The cab stopped, I paid the fare and grabbed my bag. The house was dark but Walter's car was in the drive. It was too early for him to be in bed and besides, he knew I was coming home tonight. I opened the door and turned on the small lamp on the entry table.


"In here."

I reached for the light switch.

"Don't turn on the light."

"Walter, what's wrong? Why are you sitting in the dark?"

"I've been waiting for you. Trying to decide how to tell you."

"Tell me what, Walter?"

"Fuck! There's no easy way to say it."

"You're scaring me, just fucking tell me."

I could hear the strain in my voice. Walter has been my lover since I was sixteen, almost half my life. If he were ill…it couldn't be AIDS he had been tested until he was way past the time frame when it would have shown up. And as for me…the two times I had cheated on him I'd been extremely careful.

"Come here, please."

I made it to him without tripping over anything and allowed him to pull me down next to him. He pulled me close and kissed me fiercely, drawing blood as he nipped at my lip. I moaned as his arms tightened almost unbearably around my body. His strong thigh was thrown over my legs. Had it been anyone but him I would have been fighting to get away.

When his lips moved down to latch onto my throat, I whimpered but pushed at him trying to get some space between us.

"Walter, tell me what's wrong. I don't intend to fuck you until I know why you've been so distant all week. If you are angry with me just say it."

"I'm not angry, but I'm sure you will be when you hear what I have to say."

I started pushing at him in earnest at that point, wanting to have space between us. He let me go and I jumped up to move away from him. Even though he had asked me not to, I turned the lamp on before sitting in the chair as far from him as I could get and still be in the room.

"Tell me now, or I'm fucking out the door."

"It's about Mulder."

"What about him?"

His eyes fixed on a spot on the floor and I knew. But I waited for him to say it.

"I fucked him."

"You fucking bastard. You lied to me. You said you weren't interested in him."

I didn't recognize my own voice. I didn't know I could sound that way. Later, Walter would tell me the temperature in the room dropped to sub zero.


"I? That's all the fuck you have to say to me?"

I was up, out of the chair, and heading for the garage when his hand grabbed my arm.

"Alex, please."

I heard his pain, but I was seeing red. Yes, my foot had slipped. But never with anyone who was a threat to him. To us. I had seen the way Mulder looked at him. Mulder didn't want a casual fuck. Mulder wanted Walter. And goddamnit! If he had to fuck around, how could it be with someone he worked with, who would want more?

So I hit him. A hard roundhouse that caught him just right and the blood sprayed from the split lip. I was in my car and backing out of the driveway when he came running out of the house. I don't know what I would have done if he had managed to get to the car. I would've probably dragged him down the street.

I drove for a long time and finally ended up at a bar. I was ripped when the guy sat down next to me.

"Daddy finally dump you? Want to change your luck?"

I looked up bleary eyed. It took me a minute to recognize him as a guy who had hit on me the last time Walter and I went out. When I said no, he had assumed Walter was my Daddy. I'd let him believe it to be true. Walter and I played games, you don't stay together for fourteen years without having variety. But I had always considered that we were equal in the relationship.

Until that night.

To my knowledge, he had never lied to me before. That hurt worse than the fact that he had fucked someone else. The fact that he had lied about being attracted to Mulder.

I could accept that he had fucked someone else, I wasn't a hypocrite. I'd told him about the two times I was with someone else. I'd been away for six months doing fieldwork during college. The thing is it had been empty. It had given me relief but compared to what I shared with Walter, it had been boring.

Masturbation was as satisfying. That's probably why it had only happened twice. The second time was only because the guy wanted to "say goodbye properly".

"I'm not looking for a date. I just want to get quietly plastered. So go away."

"Now don't be so unfriendly. He's pissed you off. Come home with me and I'll make you forget all about him."

"I don't think so."

I looked up to see Walter standing by the table looking daggers at the guy.

"Go away, Walter. This is none of your business."

"Whoa, did you do that to his lip?" my suitor asked.

I squinted to see Walter better through all the smoke in the bar. His lip had swelled up quite nicely. The cut was scabbing over.

"Yeah, I guess that's my handiwork. If you don't go away, I'll give you one to match."

My companion decided he should leave since I was making threats and Walter looked like a stag in rut.

"Go away, Walter."

"No, we need to talk."

"I don't think so. You lied to me. I could forgive you fucking someone else, but not him."

"Alex, come home, please. You owe it to me to let me try and explain. I love you."

"Fucking prick! Get away from me before I break your nose, too."

He slumped then it was as if the life had left him. I had never seen him look so defeated. Not even when his brother had found out about us and had called him a perverted fag. My heart screamed with the pain I was causing us both. I wondered then why he didn't remind me of my own infidelity.

"Please, Alex, don't throw *us* away."

"Seems to me you're the one doing that."

"I don't want to lose you. It was just the one time, it won't happen again."

"Don't lie anymore. You want him and he wants you. It'll happen again."

He looked at me for a long moment. Then he turned and slowly walked away from me. I spent the next week in a hotel. I didn't even go back to the house for clothes: I just bought some jeans and tees at a store nearby.

I had the next two weeks with no jobs scheduled, so I planned on staying drunk. I almost didn't answer my cell phone when it rang. When I heard Kim's voice, I almost hung up thinking Walter had asked her to get me on the phone. But they wanted me to come in for a consult.

I agreed. I told myself I would need the money since I wouldn't be living with Walter any more. I told her I couldn't be there until the next day. Then I went to the house to pick up my best suit and a few of my other things.

What I found there floored me. Our normally spotless house was a wreck. He'd obviously been hitting the bottle as hard as I had. The coffee table was covered with empties. I kicked several as I went to the bedroom to get my clothes. The bed was unmade, the hamper was overflowing and when I picked up my pillow from the floor, I realized it was damp.

If I had been expecting to find any evidence of Mulder, I was wrong. The only odors in the room were his and the strongest odor was that of an injured animal waiting to die. I dropped to my knees by the bed and screamed against the mattress.

Forcing myself to get up, I gathered the things I had come for. I lay awake for a long time in my hotel bed that night trying to figure out what to do. When morning came, I dragged myself into the shower and dressed for my meeting.

The atmosphere in Walter's office was hushed. It felt like a funeral parlor. Kim looked haggard. She stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. I had long suspected that she knew more than she admitted. My expertise had been used often by Walter's agents. So she had seen me with him on many occasions. He had always laughed off my comments that I thought she knew.

I wasn't too surprised when she came around her desk and got close enough to speak so no one who happened into the office would hear.

"What's going on with you two? He's come to work smelling like booze for a week now and you look like crap. I don't know what happened but you two need to work it out. I have a paddle and I know how to use it."

She tried to smile but it fell flat and before either of us could say anything else, Mulder came through the door. He nodded at me and tapped on Walter's door. I heard that bellow I knew well.

"Guess his mood hasn't improved from yesterday. Kim, has he had any coffee?"

"Half a pot. It didn't help."

"You sure you're willing to go in there? I have to, I work for him, but you could run."

I found myself staring into hazel eyes. Hazel eyes with dark circles under them. He looked like he hadn't slept any better than I had.

"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"

"I am!"

"I am!"

Not quite harmony but damn close. I squared my shoulders and reached past Mulder to open the door. When he didn't move, I pushed past him and entered the room. Walter looked up at me with that stone face he puts on when he needs to hide.

I was wearing my own game face. The trip to the house the day before and Kim's words earlier had prepared me to some extent.

To say he looked like shit would be an understatement. The circles under his eyes were worse than Mulder's or mine. His eyes were bloodshot and looked painful. His lip had gone down but the cut was still evident. Must have made drinking from the bottle a pleasurable experience. I could smell him from where I was standing, and knew Kim had been guarding his back for a week.

I moved quickly to take a chair in front of his desk. Mulder sat next to me, ramrod straight in the chair as if he were ready to bolt should the need arise. I felt a little sympathy for him at that point. I could imagine what he must be feeling to have finally managed to get Walter into bed and then have him turn into drunken, hungover, fire breathing, asshole.

I kept my face as neutral as I could during our meeting. I caught Mulder looking at Walter with such sadness on his face several times. Walter's mask never faltered. He barely looked at either of us. When he dismissed us, I left with Mulder without a word.

Kim shot me a "Well?" look as we came out. I shook my head at her and followed Mulder out the door. I wrapped things up with him as quickly as possible. I couldn't stand the haunted look in his eyes.

Two hours later, I was pulling into the driveway at home. By the time Walter came home, I had the place cleaned up and dinner cooking. He stood in the kitchen doorway, staring.

"Kim threatened to paddle me. I make no promises past having dinner and listening to what you have to say."

"That's more than I deserve."

"You have time for a shower if you want."

"Yeah, I'll go do that. Smells good. I've missed your cooking."

He left the room and I soon heard the shower turn on. By the time he got back, I was placing the bread on the table. We didn't bother with small talk, we ate in silence. Clean up was conducted in the same way. Then I led him into the living room. This time I sat on the sofa but left distance between us.

He sat for a minute than started to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"I need a drink."

"Walter, I think we've both had enough to drink this week. Sit. Talk."

He settled back into the sofa and studied the floor.

"The carpet doesn't have the words, Walter. Now talk to me."

"I'm sorry. Sorry I fucked up. Sorry I hurt you. Sorry I lied."

"That's a good start. Why did you lie?"

"I didn't think I was at the time. I never expected to care about another man."

"Have I done something wrong? Have you stopped loving me? Do I bore you?"

His head jerked up and he looked at me. That's when I saw the depth of his pain.

"No, god, no! What could you have done wrong beside love a bald old coot like me? Boring? Definitely not, never. As for love…I love you more right now than I did the night you convinced me that a seventeen year old boy could love me."

"You said you care about him. Do you love him?"

Suddenly the carpet was very interesting again. Well, that answered that question.

"So what did you tell him, Walter?"

"Tell him? About what?"

"Why you've been a drunk asshole for the last week."

"He's assumed it's because I'm worried about being caught and the whole sexual harassment thing. I let him think that. It's kinder than telling him I can't see him again."

"You don't plan to see him?"

"No, I don't. I can't lose you. I can't lie to you and sneak around like that. You are my life. This last week was the worst of my life. Nam can't compare to how I've felt without you."

"But you love him, too?"

"Yes. I didn't mean for it to happen. Please believe that."

"I do. But don't ask me to believe that it won't happen again. He wants you. He loves you. And I know you, Walter. Need is like a drug to you. Sooner or later, I'll be out of town and it will happen again."

"No, Alex, I swe…"

"Don't! Because if you swear to me then you'll feel a hundred times worse when you fuck up. I can't pretend I'm ok with this. I'm not and may never be. But don't lie to me again. Because if you do, I won't come back next time."

"You're going to stay?"

"God help me, I love you and can't picture my life without you. Just don't come home smelling like him. And you *always* wear a condom when you're with him. Because I can guarantee you that *he* didn't come to your bed a virgin."

I sounded surer than I felt. Truth was I didn't want to share him but I'm too much of a realist to think he wouldn't end up in Mulder's bed again. Like I said, need. Mulder must give him something I wasn't and since I didn't know how to figure out what it was and supply it, I had to face the truth.

I stood up and held out my hand.

"Come on, old man, and make your boy toy whimper and moan. I've been celibate for three weeks and I need a big cock up my ass."

It was several months before I could admit to myself that it was going all right. Walter was happy and I was fucked through the mattress just as often as before. And he bottomed for me any time I asked.

If anything, being with Mulder seemed to make him want me more. He would come home late, fresh smelling, sometimes his fringe of hair still damp and try to suck my brains out through my dick. Some nights I felt like he had succeeded.

I knew that Mulder was at the house sometimes when I was gone. I'd find a tee shirt in the laundry or an odd sock. I would always launder it and fold it neatly and put it by Walter's briefcase for him to return. I never asked how he kept Mulder from finding out about me.

I didn't need to hide from Mulder. I was there first and if Mulder found out, well, he'd have to agree to share or walk away. I had no intention of letting go.

Then came the night he did find out.

I had been in a very toppy mood and Walter, as always, was willing to indulge me. I had just gotten a very lucrative contract that would keep me in town for the next year so I was feeling great. We had gone to dinner at my favorite seafood place and had the biggest lobsters in the tank.

When we got home, I smacked Walter on the ass as he walked into the house ahead of me.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll be sore for a week."

"Big words, boy. Are you sure you can back them up?"

"I'm quite sure, old man. Not get up those stairs and get nekkid."

He laughed as he ran up the stairs. I locked up the house and followed him. The vision that greeted me at the doorway of our bedroom would have given a corpse an erection.

He was kneeling, one shoulder on the bed, turned just enough so I could see his profile. One hand was cuffed to the bed and the other was busy opening and lubing his ass.

I hurried to get undressed and walked over to pick up the lube. He wiped his hand on a towel then managed to fasten the other set of cuffs around his wrist and fasten it to the bed.

"You look nice on all fours, cuffed and waiting for me."

"You gonna fuck me? I think I was promised I'd be sore."

"You are so gonna be sorry you sassed me, old man."

Walter's chuckle sounded anything but worried. I rubbed some lube on my dick then got on the bed between his legs. Positioning myself at his hole I pushed in the head, then gripped his hips and slammed into him all the way.

He made this deep moaning sound that vibrated nicely though my cock. I watched as he wrapped his hands around the spindles of the bed to anchor himself. Lying against his back, I humped into and out of him in a slow leisurely manner. Reaching underneath to stroke his cock gently with one hand while the other pinched his nipple.

He was straining back toward me, tightening his ass around me, trying to speed me up. But I wasn't going to let that happen. I wanted to take my time. Savor him like the fine piece of ass he is. But all too soon my balls were screaming with need so I rose to my knees behind him for a better angle.

Walter groaned and strained back toward me.

"Please, Alex. I need to come."

"Not yet! I'll tell you when." I wanted no doubt as to whom was in command.

I jerked my hips and drove as deeply as possible into Walter's hot ass. A few more hard pumps and I rammed in, clutching at the lean hips.

"Come now!"

Walter's body heaved as he obeyed me. My balls tried to climb inside my body as they emptied come into my lover. When his spasm passed, Walter slid down on the bed, carrying me with him. I lay there listening to him pant for a minute. Then decided it was time to ask him the question I needed an answer to.

"Walter, when are you going to tell Mulder about us?"

"Alex, you know I'm not good at that kind of thing. He loves me and you know I love him."

"Yes, but you love me too and I *had* you first. I told you I was willing to share but I hate this fucking sneaking around."

"You aren't sneaking around. And Mulder doesn't think I'm sneaking around. Although he might get suspicious when he can't come over here for the next year."

"Which is one of the reasons you need to come clean with him."

He was quiet for a long minute.

"One of the reasons?"

"You don't like lying, Walter. That's why you took a chance and told me the truth right away. You knew if I found out some other way that I probably wouldn't forgive you. And I think at the time you truly did believe you could walk away from him."

"I would have if it was the only way to keep you. Don't you know that?"

"I know you would have tried. Listen, Walter, I know you love me. I've known that from the minute you slammed me against the wall in that club and told me 'This hole is mine. No one fucks this hole except me.' But you love him too. I can't deny that."

"I seem to remember telling you my meat would only go in you from then on."

"Yes, you did. Maybe it's not realistic for men to make that kind of promise to each other. After all, I slipped first."

"But you didn't love him and you had no intention of seeing him again. I don't want to make things any harder for you than they already are. I know it can't be easy for you knowing I'm with him."

"It's easier now than it was in the beginning."

"How so?"

"You are just as attentive to me as you were before. It's our bed you sleep in at night, not his."

My dick had softened during our conversation and slipped from his body. And I was feeling sticky so I got up to get a cloth.

"Hey, unlock me, will you?"

"I think I want to keep you captive."

"Then you better bring me something to piss in and some food."

I laughed as I got out the key and unlocked him. We showered quickly together. As I was drying his back he spoke again.

"Do you think you might consider having sex with Mulder?"

"Would you like me to?"

"I fantasize about it sometimes. I think the two of you would look incredible together."

"Anything else you fantasize about us doing?"

"Making me into a sandwich."

"Do you bottom to Mulder?"

"No. That's still yours alone. And he's never asked, unlike a certain bold sixteen-year-old."

"Speaking of sandwiches, thought you were hungry."

"I am. Let's raid the fridge."

I spotted the shoes when we got to the kitchen. I knew they weren't his or mine so that left only one conclusion.

"When did you give Mulder a key?"

"I didn't."

I pointed toward the shoes.

"Those aren't mine and I've never seen you wear them."

Walter stood looking at the shoes sitting by the kitchen door. When he didn't say anything, I spoke.

"Looks like he knows now. I thought he wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow."

"He wasn't."

"So, now, what are you going to do?"

I waited for him to think it through. Strange how Mulder had shown up here on the night I'd decided to talk to Walter about him. I wondered how much he had seen and heard. Probably just enough to send him running off. I knew he was in pain. But it was time for the deception to end. And that would have meant pain no matter how he found out.

"I should go talk to him."

"And say what?"

"I don't know. I can't lie. I won't pretend you're not important to me. Or that I will give you up."

Walter's hand tangled in my hair and he kissed me deeply.

"I love you, Alex. I have since the moment we met."

"I know. I love you, too. Do you want me to come with you?"

"I don't think that's a good idea. Wait for me here. Please."

I followed Walter back to the bedroom, crawled into the bed and watched him dress. Walter was at the doorway when I spoke again.

"Walter, if he will agree, the bed is big enough for three."

Walter turned to look at me. In two strides he was next to the bed. Pulling me up to my knees, he kissed me possessively.

"How the fuck did I get so lucky?"

I leaned my forehead against his and whispered. "The same way I did. Now go. Bring him home."

"I love you."

"I know."

I tried to sleep, but couldn't. My mind was racing with all the things that could be happening. I admit I had a couple of bleak moments when I thought Walter might decide he wanted Mulder more. But then my practical side reminded me that I had managed to keep him for almost fifteen years. There must be a damn good reason for that.

I was pacing when I heard the car. I hurried to get in the bed, not wanting him to think I had been worried. I heard his voice calling out to let me know he wasn't alone.

"Honey, we're home."

I rose from the bed to greet them. I kissed Walter then turned to smile at Mulder.

"Welcome home, Mulder."

I brushed my lips lightly over his and waited. His hand rose to caress my face gently. Walter was smiling like the Cheshire cat at us.

Now what?


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