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"Oh? What happened? Did you skin your girlfriend alive or some bull shit? Now you a cock sucking faggot as well as a fucking psycho? Great." James Doakes sneered. Dexter smiled and Doakes sighed in frustration. "The fuck is wrong with you Morgan?" He snarled.
"Quite a bit actually." Dexter laughed. He'd broken things off with Rita after the Shrink Wrap case. He'd been investigating a therapist who'd gotten his patience hooked on drugs only to cut them off and tell them to kill themselves. Dexter, had been working a lead when he met him. Alex. Short dark hair, silver studs in his ears, blue grey eyes, a light stubble, brown hair, and the sweetest smile that made little dimples appear in his cheeks, he was attempting to carry groceries inside. Wearing a black tank top with grey hemming, and black shorts, he was, Dexter had to admit, very handsom. Dexter offered a hand which Alex appreciated immensely. He'd laughed and said Dexter was handsome and nice, therefore must be already taken. Dexter had smiled thinking of Rita and the kids. He thought of her returned husband, of how he was talking over. Tucking the kids in, talking to Rita. Dexter was slowly losing control in the relationship. So he smiled at Alex and said for you...I'm free. Alex had looked genuinely surprised and led Dexter into the luxurious house. They had really hit things off, Dexter with his dry wit and misunderstanding of sexual jokes and Alex with his gentle and talkative nature. Dexter had smiled, with a guy he didn't need to get his own up. Alex could please himself and Dexter could just be. That night he went over to give Rita one last chance. He knocked gently on the door and waited for an answer. Rita pulled open the door, gently and smiled at him. She'd asked what was wrong, sensing the tension in him. He'd asked who'd put the kids down, it was so quiet. She'd smiled and said Paul. He'd nodded and left without another word. When he slipped into his car he pulled out his phone. 9:20 surly Alex would be awake. It rang three times before he answered. And so their relationship began. "But please be more careful with your words. Alex doesn't like the word fag." Dexter whispered.
"I don't give a fuck what Alex likes Morgan. And I don't give a fuck what you like so long as you leave your ex alive and get me that blood report." He snapped. Dexter smiled and nodded as the brute of a man stalked away.
"Well he's grumpy." Alex said as he plopped the brown paper sack on Dexter's desk.
"No. This is him happy." Dexter said smiling at Alex who laughed and pulled out their lunch. "Chinese, you shouldn't have." Dexter cooed as he grabbed a box of rice and sat as his desk. He popped open the container and was just about to dig in when Alex took the rice away.
"Actually...I was hoping we could go out for lunch. A picnic of sorts." Alex smiled as he closed the container and out it back in the bag.
"No lunch till you finish that report." Doakes called from the other side of the room. Dexter smiled and sighed, looking sorrowfully up at Alex.
"Two seconds." He smirked as the printer whirred to life. He grabbed the papers, slipped them into a clear plastic protective cover and then stood up as Doakes stalked over.
"You done yet?" Doakes asked. Dexter nodded and handed him the report. "You a psycho like him?" Doakes asked looking at Alex. Alex laughed and put a hand on Doakes' shoulder.
"Not yet." He chuckled as he grabbed the bag of food in one hand and Dexter's hand in the other. "I promise not to keep him too long." Alex called behind him as he dragged Dexter out of the department.
"Where are we going?" Dexter asked as they hopped in Alex's car.
"I told you, a picnic." Alex laughed. "Do you know what today is?" Alex asked.
"Um...Tuesday." Dexter replied. He was pretty sure it was Tuesday. Alex laughed.
"This is our anniversary." Alex smiled as he pulled to a stop. "One week." He said. Dexter flushed. Was this something he should have known? Was it something he should have celebrated? "And on the verge of sounding too gay, I wanted to have a picnic to celebrate." Alex added with a chuckle as the couple got out and sat at the picnic table on the beach Alex had driven them to. It was old and wooden but it was covered in a thin red and white checkered blanket.
"Sorry. I...ah...forgot." Dexter murmured. He'd told Alex what had happened the night they got together. Told Alex that he had been in a relationship with Rita and that he'd broken up with her because he knew it had been crumbling. He'd told Alex everything, and Alex had trusted him. Well everything except being a serial killer.
"I figured you would." Alex smiled warmly. They ate in companionable silence for a while. "I also wanted some alone time with you. You spend most of your time at work or at the jail." Alex said. Dexter nodded as he put the empty boxes of Chinese food back in the bag.
"Sorry." Dexter mumbled.
"No it's okay. I just wanted to ask...you're not cheating on me...are you?" Alex asked looking terrified as he stared at the gentle waves lapping the shore.
"What? No." Dexter said. Why would Alex think that? Had he done something wrong? They hadn't even had sex yet.
"Because if you are I just want to know. I guess I can live with sharing but please don't lie to me Dex." Alex said as he slipped his hand into Dexter's.
"Sharing?" Dexter asked as he pulled Alex over to sit on his lap. "You don't have to share me. I'm yours." Dexter smiled as he stared at Alex. He wanted to understand. He wanted to feel what Alex felt. He wanted to love Alex as unconditionally as Alex loved him.
"Don't lie to me Dexter." Alex frowned. "Is it Rita? Is it the Lieutenant?" Alex pressed.
"Alex." Dexter said locking eyes with him. He had his most honest voice; it said he was not telling a lie. "I am not cheating on you." He kissed Alex gently on the lips. It was the first time they'd kissed on the lips. "Why would I cheat on you?" Dexter asked.
"Because we haven't had sex." Alex responded, clearly having thought about it thoroughly.
"I don't really like...sex." Dexter said. "I mean I would because Rita wanted it but mostly I just play along." Dexter explained. Alex was the first person he'd ever told outright.
"Oh..." Alex said nothing for a while. "So you just let people use you?" Alex asked. He sounded sad. "Would you let me...use you?" Alex asked. Alex understood that Dexter had a hard time with emotions.
"If you want." Dexter said casually.
"Would you...if I asked...never see Rita again?" Alex asked carefully.
"I haven't seen her since that night..." Dexter said honestly. Alex smiled in appreciation as he hugged Dexter lightly.
"And what about Jeremy?" Alex asked. Dexter thought for a moment.
"Honestly, I will still visit him. He's like me: his emotions are turned down." Dexter carefully omit the fact that they both killed too. "So I'm sorry, and we have a mentor relationship. When he gets out he could...be our son?" Dexter offered hopefully. He liked kids. He knew it was strange but he did. He had always wanted one of his own, someone like him. Jeremy Downs was the closest Dexter Morgan figured he'd get.
"Thank you Dex." Alex whispered. "And yes. I'd like that. Having a son. Even if he is a murderous ex convict." Alex chuckled ominously. Dexter nodded and they gathered their things and went back to the car. "See? Wasn't that nice?" Alex asked as he drove back to the precinct. Dexter nodded and as the car pulled to a stop in front of the department he turned to Alex.
"If I had feelings, they would be for you." Dexter said before going into the building. Alex smiled; he would unlock the riddle that was Dexter. Even if it killed him. He would love Dexter enough for the both of them and maybe, one day, Dexter would love him too. Little did he know, Dexter was expressing his love in his own little ways. Even if Dexter didn't know he was. He was protective, and noticed the things Alex didn't like, such as the word fag. He stood up to Doakes, even knowing it would draw attention to him because he wanted Alex to be happy. To be comfortable. To have anything he wanted.
Dexter was starting to care.