A Fox in the Henhouse

One minute Walter Sergei Skinner was pleasantly spooning up against his lover, one Alexi Krycek. The next minute said lover had Walter flat on his back, straddling him, with a strategically placed arm cutting off his only source of air.

"Alex, Alex," Walter choked out to his not fully awake lover, "Alex, it's Walter, wake up." A very relieved Walter watched as Alex's eyes came into focus.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, Walter?" Alex was stunned but had not yet removed his arm from Walter's throat.

"Been there, done that...um, arm."

"What?"

"Arm, move your arm. A little air would be nice."

"Oops, sorry, Walter," Alex said as he blushed with embarrassment then quickly began to move off of his lover. Walter was grateful to be able to breathe but he swiftly grabbed for Alex, forcing the younger man back on top of himself. Alex laid himself atop Walter, kissing his older lover, including his slightly bruised neck.

"Um, Walter, why the sudden risk of bodily harm?" Alex asked contritely.

"I thought I heard your vixen harassing the chickens. I wanted you to go out and check on them but I forgot to use the secret password." Alex's look of confusion made Walter laugh. Alex was far from young but the gifts bestowed by the 'good guys' gave Alex the appearance of young man in his twenties. As Alex's little nose crinkled, Walter laughed louder.

"You're lucky I love you, old man. And what the fuck is the secret password?" Alex groused as he kissed the bald pate.

"I haven't figured it out yet but I had better and soon. You may have retired from the game but your reflexes haven't." Alex groaned then buried his face into Walter's neck.

"Your fox, Alex, go check on your little pet." Alex's head popped up from its resting place.

"She's not my pet. She adopted us both."

"Maybe but she seems to respond to you. Who knew you had a way with foxes?" Walter chuckled again.

"Only the wild furry kind, my love. I could never tame the other variety."

"And I'm eternally grateful for that. Go, make sure we won't find a barnyard full of chicken feathers and bones."

"Would serve those ornery beasts right," Alex grumbled as he relinquished his warm spot atop his lover to leave their bed and get dressed. Alex threw on a pair of jeans, slipped into his moccasins then reached into his bedside table for his knife.

"Is that necessary?" Walter indicated the knife. Alex gave Walter a cross eyed look. "Sorry I asked. Hurry back, I'm not ready to begin the day yet."

"Lazy bones." Alex chuckled but he swiftly exited their room.

Sunday was Walter and Alex's day of rest. That meant spending as much time as they could lounging in their big bed, making love often, eventually getting up to cook and enjoy feeding each other. They would then read the paper, watch whatever game was on, or in nice weather, go hiking through the forest and mountains. Sunday was their gift to each other.

Before leaving the house, Alex checked the security system. If anyone had gotten in, alarms would have gone off but Alex checked the system anyway. Then he did a perimeter sweep of the surrounding barnyard, corral and barn. Finding nothing, Alex ventured toward the chicken coop.

"Lisa, lisa," Alex called out gently as he approached the coop to open the door. He could hear the birds inside angrily clucking. As Alex opened the door, a flash of reddish brown streaked by him, heading straight for the barn. Then chickens scurried down the ramp into the yard. Alex reached up for the feed bucket and began to spread a layer across the yard. The chickens calmed as they began to feed.

While the birds ate, Alex reached into the coop to grab the basket he used for collecting eggs. He filled his basket, spread down a few more handfuls of feed on the ground then went to the barn.

"Lisa," Alex called out again. From behind a bale of hay, a little black nose peered out. Slowly, Alex crouched low to the ground. He removed two eggs from his basket and offered them to the little vixen. Cautiously, the almost tame creature came up to Alex to receive her prize. The fox took one egg and immediately bit it open to eat. Alex smiled as he murmured gentle words in Russian to the small animal. The little fox licked her face clean then watched as Alex rolled another egg toward her. Before she picked it up, she allowed Alex to pet her head. Alex watched as the little fur ball picked up the second egg then went back to her hiding place behind the hay.

"Stop picking on the chickens, lisa, behave yourself," Alex admonished the vixen, knowing full well that the fox would ignore his warnings. "What's with foxes, always chasing after things they can't have," he muttered to himself as he stood.

Alex went back into the house.

"Everything okay out there?" Walter asked his lover as Alex removed his clothes and got back into bed.

"Fine. She was in the coop. The girls were no worse for wear but I gave them seconds for their trouble," Alex stated as he snuggled up against Walter's warm body. "Got us some eggs for later."

"And your fox?"

"Gave her a couple of her own too."

Walter turned in bed to face his lover.

"You never cease to amaze me."

"Why do you say that?"

"Alex, I've seen you kill with your bare hands and yet these hands can show such compassion."

"You mean compassion toward the fox?"

"Yes and to our ornery chickens." Alex became silent as he mulled over Walter's words.

"Walter, you're not jealous of a little fox, are you? She's just grateful that we rescued her from the fire. As for your chickens..."

"Our chickens."

"Our chickens, they just need someone to look after them."

"Like me?"

"And me." Alex and Walter cuddled closer to kiss and caress.

"Lexi, I promise you, I'm not jealous of the fox, four legged or otherwise. I just marvel at the way they trust you."

"Maybe, I just have a way with foxes," Alex whispered into the big man's ear, gently nipping his earlobe as he ran his hand down Walter's furry chest to his hardening cock.

"Alex, you have a way with bears too," Walter exclaimed as all the blood in his brain traveled south. No more coherent words were said by either man.

*****

Some time later as Walter slept the sleep of a sexually sated man, Alex got dressed and went back out into the barn.

"Why are you here? You're risking everything."

"No one knows I'm here."

"And the missus?"

"Thinks I'm at a sci-fi convention."

"Close. I'm a walking sci-fi convention."

"True."

"You didn't answer me."

"I'm here to see for myself."

"That I'm alive or that he's alive and well."

"Both."

"You shouldn't be here."

"I'm going; I've seen enough."

"You believe?"

"I believe." Alex turned to walk away.

"Goodbye, Lisa."

"Goodbye, you Rat, and thank you."

-end----maybe-

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