Thank you to all you reviewers out there. They make me happier than Chris when he's about to start a challenge, or Psycho-Trent whenever he sees a nine. Keep those reviews and hits coming! Anyway, here is the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it.


Let's fast-forward to nine years after the wedding. Brick and Trent were having difficulty finding a surrogate mother, and for a combination of reasons. First of all, under Canadian law, surrogacy pregnancies have to be altruistic, and there were not many women or tans-men out there willing to rent out their wombs for free. As it turned out, none of the people who attended Brick and Trent's wedding were followers of the Number Nine Religion. They were only pretending so that Trent and Brick wouldn't kill them nine times. All of the so-called members that could get pregnant told Trent and Brick that they already rented out their wombs nine times so they cannot do it again. Besides, even if Brick and Trent did find a healthy surrogate, the courts wouldn't allow the couple to keep the child on grounds that Brick and Trent are not mentally stable enough to raise a child, because of Trent's number nine obsession and Brick's inability to control his emotions.

As a result, Brick and Trent MacArthur are still childless. They now have eighteen years to have a child, otherwise their marriage will be annulled (although under Canadian law they will still technically be married, a marriage is only valid in Trent's eyes if it is valid according to the Ninth God). Brick returned home from work, not to his husband and nine children, but to his husband and nothing more.

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" Brick called.

Trent was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "How was your day?" he asked.

"I got fired again," Brick sighed.

"WHAT?!" shrieked Trent. "You got fired?!"

"I'm sorry, Trent," Brick apologised.

"That was the ninth military base you were working in!" Trent griped. "Are you telling me that now there are nine military bases within the military that you can no longer serve in?!"

"It's not my fault the major's a meanie!" Brick protested.

"Well that means now you're going to have to find another job," Trent huffed. "And no! You are not working in another army base."

"Why not?"

"Because you only get nine chances at a specific job!" Trent shouted. "If you want to continue working in the military, you'd better find a job in the navy or the air force!"

"Why are you being so mean?" Brick sobbed.

"I'm not being mean! You're being mean!" Trent retorted.

"What have I done to you?!" Brick demanded.

"You wanted to work within the army ten times!" Trent shouted. "TEN! I'm sorry Brick, but I cannot allow this!"

Brick sighed. "Fine. I'll send in a CV to the Royal Canadian Air Force."

Trent beamed. "Glad to hear it, dear!" he told Brick, kissing his husband on the cheek nine times.

The two of them had their dinner and when they were done they went into the sitting room to watch the nine o'clock news on the telly. Just before the clock struck ten, Trent switched off the telly because he believes it is bad luck to be watching telly at ten.

Brick hated that hour even more so than Trent. This had nothing to do with Brick's religious beliefs at all. It was just that Trent wouldn't do anything fun or essential at ten o'clock. Trent refuses to even cuddle with Brick during this hour so all they could do was sit on their arse and stare up at the clock until it struck eleven.

Then Trent turned to Brick and said: "Ya wanna do it?"

"You want me to bang you?" Brick asked.

"Of course not!" Trent snorted. "I want you to bang me nine times!" he beamed.

"Okay," said Brick, taking off his clothes first. Next he moved onto Trent's clothes. Soon both men were bollock naked. Brick flipped Trent over on the couch and proceeded to fulfil Trent's wishes.


I'm going to stop right there, because this fic is rated T. I'm not going to write any lemons for a T-rated fic. I'm just not.

Sorry if this chapter was not as insane as the previous one. In fact, this chapter was pretty much a filler. But fear not, as I have the most WTF-inducing ending planned out. I can't wait to get to that. I also suppose you were expecting Brick and Trent to be some lovey-dovey couple who are happy all the time. Well guess what? A big happy family is a boring family, which is why shows like Family Guy and the Simpsons have dysfunctional families, otherwise these shows wouldn't be making any money. So I'm going to have Trent and Brick fight. A lot. So you can look forward to that in future chapters.

Until next time!