The three men walked slowly down the sidewalk back towards the apartment, their hands joined. Hiroki walked between his lover and the godpapa of his baby, swinging their arms. Nowaki had taken on a very gentle atmosphere to match the aura floating about his little lover, his lips upturned into a smile.

Shinobu, meanwhile, was singing shamelessly to his baby bump, and Hiroki joined him. Their voices clashed slightly, as Shinobu was a little off-key, but Hiroki didn't mind. The bundles of light nestled in their bellies were warm no matter how raucous their mothers' voices sounded, seemingly listening to the slow, flowing lullaby.

Hiroki couldn't help but be reminded of the night he and Nowaki had walked back home in the rain, kissing and talking. He looked up into the nighttime sky that cast a peaceful glow down upon his pale face. He was relieved that, unlike that night he and Nowaki had made love in the school library, it wasn't raining.

Shinobu's song slowed to a stop, his voice still resonating down the streets.

"You have a very nice voice, Shinobu," Hiroki commented. Shinobu snorted.

"Oh, quiet. Don't try to flatter me," Shinobu huffed. He turned to Hiroki, however, and smiled ever so slightly. Hiroki grinned back at him and squeezed his hand.

"Do you think Miyagi will come back to the apartment?" Nowaki asked quietly. Hiroki swiveled his head to glare at him warningly, but Shinobu hummed as he thought for a moment.

"He's back, waiting for me," Shinobu said softly. Hiroki turned back to him, blinking.

"How do you know?"

Shinobu shrugged slightly, lifting his gaze to stare up at the stars.

"Even though we're seventeen years apart, and we've only been together for a year, even though I'm still young and experiencing such a deep love for another person so early, and he's a gigantic dumbass, I think I know him better than anyone. Being as… obsessive as I was when he was married to my sister, I pretty much knew everything about him before I even confessed to him. I guess all that was left for me to discover was the way his heart works. Don't ask how I know he'll be waiting for me. I just know."

Shinobu smiled, his eyelids lowering as he pondered.

"It's funny how the one you love can screw up so bad, and in the end, you're still desperately in love with them."

Hiroki smiled, glancing at Nowaki, who grinned back down at him.

"Yeah. Love's a pretty weird emotion."

"Miyagi," Shinobu said lowly the second they walked into the apartment. Almost immediately, pounding footsteps thundered throughout the house. Shinobu crossed his arms as he stood in the entrance hall. A second later, a very flustered-looking Miyagi skidded into the hall and stumble-ran to Shinobu. He fell to his knees before his lover, gripping his hands, his belly, his arms, anything he could grab.

"The babies…!" Miyagi whispered, grabbing the sides of the baby bump and raining kisses down on the peak of the swollen stomach. Nowaki and Hiroki watched in silence as Miyagi and Shinobu entered their own world.

"You're a fucking idiot, old man," Shinobu announced flatly. "As if they would allow me to abort when I've got twins and I'm five months along."

Shinobu's harsh tone was contradicted by his gentle touch as he combed slender fingers through Miyagi's hair.

"I looked everywhere for you," Miyagi breathed. "If you're going to test me, then do it with something other than the twins!"

"I needed to know that you loved me," Shinobu said. "And that you'd support me. Our apartment is gone. I need to know that I can depend on you to take me and the babies somewhere safe. I want our sons to be born into love and security, not fear."

"Come with me," Miyagi murmured, almost inaudibly. Shinobu raised an eyebrow.

"Eh?"

"Come with me to Sweden."

Everything went absolutely silent as Shinobu went rigid. Hiroki blinked in surprise, looking over at an equally shocked Nowaki.

"Wha-… What the hell are you saying? Don't joke around, it's not-" Shinobu began, his voice wavering.

"It's not a joke," Miyagi said, staring up at Shinobu with darkened, black eyes.

"You… I don't-"

"This is your punishment for scaring the absolute shit out of me. Come with me to Sweden."

"But your job-"

"I don't care."

"My sister and my dad wi-"

"I don't care."

"All of our friends wo-"

"I don't care, Shinobu."

"But why Sweden?" Shinobu barked, his cheeks bright red. "Why do we have to go so far? I don't get it!"

"Gay marriage is legal there."

Somewhere in the kitchen, a drip from the faucet could be heard. Hiroki had to remind himself that he was actually still there in the unbearable silence that had followed Miyagi's words. Shinobu's lips flapped speechlessly, his arms un-crossing to claw at the backs of Miyagi's hands on his baby bump.

"You… You're…I-I don't… but…" Shinobu stammered helplessly, trembling. Miyagi smiled ever so lovingly up at him, flipping his hands so he could take both of Shinobu's.

"Let's go to Sweden. We'll live there, and we'll learn their language. We'll sightsee and settle down in a house in the country. We'll build a nursery together and then… and then you'll give birth to two beautiful babies. And when the time is right and we've adjusted to our new family life, I'll marry you, Shinobu Takatsuki."

Hiroki grimaced slightly as Shinobu burst into tears and began sobbing in a rather… manly way. He glanced up at Nowaki, who smiled down at him and gave him a little wink. He took Hiroki's hand and pulled him towards the bedroom, silently sidestepping Miyagi and Shinobu as the sobbing man-child sank to his knees and melted into the arms of his lover.

"I wonder what Shinobu's answer was," Hiroki murmured as he yawned and stretched out in bed. Nowaki looked over his shoulder, his shirt halfway down his arms as he pulled it off.

"He looked pretty happy about it," Nowaki mused, looking somewhat preoccupied. Hiroki held the blanket up as Nowaki turned around to slip into bed. He hummed in content, shuffling towards Hiroki.

"Longest weekend ever," Hiroki murmured, turning onto his side and allowing Nowaki to mold to his body, spooning him. There was a long, comfortable silence.

"Hiro-san, tonight… when you asked Shinobu to be the godfather, you looked like an angel."

Hiroki flushed scarlet at Nowaki's words, scowling into the darkness.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"You were so kind and gentle. I seriously think you're an angel, Hiro-san. Sent straight from heaven."

Hiroki pinched his lips together and brushed Nowaki off of him. He flipped over onto his opposite side and glowered up at his gushing lover.

"Shut up. It's just…" Hiroki trailed off, frowning.

"Just what?" Nowaki reached up to caress Hiroki's cheek.

"I guess… I want to try to become a better, calmer person… I want to be um… someonethatrchcncto."

"If you mumble into the pillow, I can't understand you, silly."

"I… want to be someone that our child can come to. You know, in case he or she needs someone to talk to," Hiroki said softly, wringing his hands. Nowaki was completely silent, and Hiroki felt his chest burning in embarrassment. "I know it's stupid! It's-"

Hiroki's words caught in his throat as he was brought into the heated envelopment of his lover.

"It's not stupid," Nowaki said, his voice slightly throaty. "Hiro-san… you are going to make the perfect papa."

Hiroki blushed, but his heart was soaring too high to be embarrassed. He slid his hands up Nowaki's chest and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"And you will make the perfect daddy."

"Hiro-san…"

Nowaki pushed himself up and over Hiroki, supporting all of his weight with his hands on either side of Hiroki's head. Hiroki caressed his way all the way up Nowaki's bare arms as the two lovers gently kissed each other.

"Nowaki," Hiroki whispered, trailing his hands down Nowaki's chest and arching his body slightly into the kiss. "Nowaki… Nowaki…"

"Hiro-san, I'm going to make love to you," Nowaki murmured against Hiroki's flesh, trailing pecks down the side of his little lover's face and gently kissing his ear.

"…Yes…"

Nowaki's tongue delicately ran down Hiroki's neck, his graceful fingers unbuttoning the buttons to his maternity pajama shirt.

"I love you," Nowaki breathed. His lips got to Hiroki's baby bump and his hands slid into his shirt to separate it. His kisses continued, heading downwards. "I love you so much."

Hiroki sighed in response, writhing slightly on the bed and tangling his hands in his chestnut hair.

"M-Me too… me too, I lo- uhn! I love you too," Hiroki whimpered. "Mmm… hurry, Nowaki."

"Hiro-san, I'm-"

"Ahhn… Miyagi… feels good, give me more… oh, God, right there… yessss… mmm."

Nowaki resurfaced from the underside of Hiroki's belly, and Hiroki stared up at the dark outline of his lover.

"…Did… did we tell them that they could use the guest room?" Hiroki asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Uhn! Ahhhaa, Miya- ahh!"

Hiroki groaned and slapped his hands over his face as the bed in the guest room began to creak and the headboard tapped against the wall.

"Um… Hiro-san? Do you want me to… uh… knock on the wall or something?"

Hiroki shook his head, waving his hand dismissively.

"It's been a long weekend for them. They're in their own little world now. Even if we knocked, they probably wouldn't hear it."

Nowaki chuckled softly.

"That's exactly what I said when Usami-san and Misaki had sex on our couch!"

Hiroki clenched his jaw.

"Shut up! Those two were having a dumb argument because of a misunderstanding! They didn't have to get all horny and fuck on our couch!"

"Shh, Hiro-san. They'll hear us. We don't want to interrupt them."

"Man, Miyagi is such a sick old per- ah!" Hiroki cried out and hissed as Nowaki's heated lips pressed to his belly once more. Hiroki felt pleasured tingles make their way up his spine. He could only see the dark silhouette of Nowaki moving over his body, and his body burned with the excitement of the next unseen move.

"Hiro-san… us too… let's celebrate the end of this terrible weekend," Nowaki murmured. Hiroki pinched his lips together.

"How can you be thinking about sex when an old man and a teenager are doing it right next door?" Hiroki bark-whispered. Nowaki chortled.

"How could you not be thinking about sex? Just close your eyes, Hiro-san. Block out the sounds from next door and just hear me. Feel me," Nowaki's voice breathed lowly. Hiroki shivered and obediently shut his eyes, although it didn't make much of a difference.

"N-Nowaki," Hiroki whispered as Nowaki continued his ministrations.

"AHHHN! Deeper, Miyagi! Ah, ah, ah!"

Hiroki's eyes snapped open. His eyelids narrowed.

"Nowaki, I don't think I'm in the mood anymore."

Nowaki sighed and crawled up beside Hiroki.

"Yeah…"

There was a long silence, save for the creaking of the bed in the other room.

"Why do people use our apartment as a love hotel?" Hiroki asked irritably.

"Dunno. Maybe we're too nice."

Hiroki chuckled, shutting his eyes.

"Maybe."

A pause, then:

"Hiro-san…?"

"Yes?"

"Do… Do you think it was a good idea for Miyagi to propose to Shinobu?"

Hiroki cracked open his eyes, sensing a slight tremor in his lover's voice.

"Eh? Well, if they love each other… then yeah, I guess so. Why?"

"Mmm… no reason."

Hiroki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Goodnight, Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered, snuggling up to Hiroki. Hiroki sighed and turned to his side, once more allowing Nowaki to spoon him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Urg," Hiroki groaned, his head lolling. He blinked tiredly, fighting to figure out what the strange sensation in his bottom was.

"Hiro-san… turn your face towards me so I can kiss you," whispered Nowaki's voice in Hiroki's ear. Hiroki was suddenly fully awake as his eyes widened and he realized just what was happening. He was seated in Nowaki's lap on the couch, his thighs straddling Nowaki's as he was bounced on his lover's erection. Slightly confused, Hiroki turned to ask Nowaki what was going on, but his question was smothered by a heated kiss.

"Nnn... mm, ahn…nnn," Hiroki protested weakly into Nowaki's mouth. He quickly found himself succumbing, however, and reached over his shoulder to knot his fingers in Nowaki's ebony hair. His calf muscles flexed as he slid up and down on Nowaki's member, the heat rising in his own stirring organ.

But before it was fully hardened, a molten, wet mouth engulfed it. Hiroki jolted, tearing his lips away from Nowaki to look down in surprise. Another naked Nowaki stared back up at him with lust-filled eyes. He released Hiroki's already straining erection with a slight pop.

"What the fuck?" Hiroki asked, squinting.

"Just close your eyes, Hiro-san," Nowaki Two said with a small smile.

"Just hear me," Nowaki One hissed from behind.

"Wait… I don't think-"

"Feel me."

Hiroki gasped as a third naked Nowaki randomly walked in from the side, stooping down to circle his tongue around Hiroki's nipple.

"I-" Hiroki began, but his voice cut out abruptly as all three Nowakis began their own individual ministrations to his little body. Kisses were peppered all over his neck, heat moved in and out of his entrance, palms kneaded his inner thighs, a tongue danced along his weeping slit, a pair of lips clamped over a rosy red bud, and scalding fingertips tickled the sweet spot on his abdomen. Hiroki was receiving pleasure from all sorts of angles, and he quickly found himself bucking his hips and drooling in ecstasy.

"Hmm," Nowaki Two hummed around Hiroki's shaft. Hiroki arched his back, and Nowaki Three suckled harder on his nipple, nibbling lightly.

"Ah…nnn, mm, ahn... oh God…" Hiroki moaned as he tipped his head back, his mouth falling open and the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly as he panted like a dog for air. "S-So… good!"

"Hiro-san, are you hot? Would you like something to drink?"

Hiroki, well aware that he was dreaming, promptly threw away his pride and stretched his mouth open.

"Ahh… yes, Nowaki… I'm thirsty for your hot cum… give it to me…"

"What?"

Hiroki's eyes snapped open to reveal his dimly lit bedroom. Nowaki hovered over him, concern etched onto his face and pink blotches painting his cheeks.

"Oh… my God," Hiroki whispered. "You… I…"

He reached down to the waistline of his pajama pants and hesitantly peeked inside.

"Oh God, I came like five times!" Hiroki slurred in his half-horny, half-horrified state.

"Hiro-san, that's probably the reason why you're overheating. I'm going to... uh, get you some water," Nowaki said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he moved to slip out of bed. Hiroki, however, shot forward and grabbed Nowaki's hair. He dragged his lover down so their noses were almost touching.

"Nowaki! Forget the water! Get your ass to that God damn phone and call the hospital! Get your colleagues… or some of your patients, or get yourself cloned or something. I want to have a foursome right now!"

"EHH?"

Needless to say, as the third trimester rapidly approached, Nowaki could only pray that his death wouldn't come by sexual intercourse.