Hiroki was not a happy camper.

With his new, powerful sex drive that he had developed somewhere near the end of his second trimester, he often found himself very frustrated and unsatisfied.

There were two problems between him and sweet, sweet release.

One, himself. His manhood always chose the absolute worst times to tell Hiroki that it wanted some love. Many a night Hiroki would wake up at four in the morning and find himself in a compromising position, unable to reach his unbearable erection due to his swollen belly or Nowaki's arm draped over his enlarged waist. Often times he'd start whimpering, and Nowaki would wake up to sleepily jerk his little lover off. Hiroki would apologize profusely each time, but Nowaki was never angry or annoyed.

Two, them. Miyagi and Shinobu had temporarily moved into the apartment, and they made their little home in the guest room. Miyagi was constantly busy with school, trying to tie up all of the work before he quit. Hiroki had finally taken maternity leave, but Miyagi always guilt-tripped him into assisting him in his work. Because he was always busy with school work, he hardly had time to look into flights to Sweden, much less housing there.

Meaning he would be freeloading longer, and interrupting Hiroki and Nowaki's nights of passion with his perverted old man sex with Shinobu.

This, of course, had increased in both amount and intensity as the two idiots grew closer and closer. As if Miyagi already had limited time to make travel plans, whenever Shinobu saw him working on it, the pregnant boy would immediately get hot and bothered and drag Miyagi off to the guest room.

Things had changed though, when during one particularly passionate night between the freeloaders, there had been a purposeful rapping at the wall. Nowaki had immediately cursed and topped Hiroki, much to his confusion. Hiroki could only lay back and hope his moans and cries weren't too loud as Nowaki drilled up into him and muttered things like 'cheeky old bastard' and 'no way is an old man lasting longer than me' and 'challenge me? He's crazy'.

It had been a long night in the Kusama-Kamijou apartment, with the ukes screaming and rolling their eyes into the backs of their heads in ecstasy as they gripped the elbows of their lovers. The semes, meanwhile, seemed preoccupied as they listened to the two headboards banging up against the same poor wall. They strained their ears to hear the surrender of the other man, but none ever came. The fight for the alpha male position in the apartment went long into the night, and finally, both semes decided that they were spent at the same time.

Needless to say, Shinobu was quite fond of Hiroki's idea of having Nowaki slave over him in only a thong, and had forced Miyagi to do it as well. Nowaki and Miyagi seemed to fear the new bond between the two sadistic pregnant boys after Shinobu suggested that they use liquid nitrogen instead of ice water for the semes' penises.

It had been a swell day for Hiroki and Shinobu. They looked through baby books together, sipped tea together, and laughed together. All the while, they found entertainment in whapping their idiot lovers upside the head with the biggest blunt objects they could lift.

But then, at the end of their sixth month of pregnancy, Miyagi was able to find a beautiful home in Sweden, and preparations were made to leave. Shinobu's parents had funded the entire house and trip, and Miyagi and Shinobu began to say their goodbyes. Hiroki wondered when and how the dean had found out about their relationship.

But that was a completely different story.

And so, on the fifth of August, Miyagi and Shinobu moved out of the Kusama-Kamijou apartment. Despite the bickering between the couples and the cramped space they had shared, Hiroki and Shinobu had clung to each other, crying. They promised each other to visit and be visited, to write letters, to call, anything. Hiroki even cast his pride aside for a few moments to embrace Miyagi, who responded… enthusiastically. In the end, he earned a whack upside the head by both his lover and the godpapa of his twins, and a warning glare from a very possessive Nowaki.

Meanwhile, Hiroki had returned to the alumni concert rehearsals. Everyone had settled down about the whole pregnant thing, much to Hiroki's relief, and he could finally focus on learning his new English solo in peace. He got help from an English high Alto with pronunciation, and he progressed with the song smoothly and quickly. Director Gales and Kanagawa went through the trouble of translating the English into Japanese, just so Hiroki knew what he was singing when he sung it in English and could change his tone accordingly to fit the style of the piece. Hiroki was a little nervous, as the due date was somewhere in the middle of December, and the alumni concert was in the beginning of the same month. Nagasaki reassured them that the baby would probably not come before the concert. Things were finally beginning to settle down, and Hiroki, Nowaki, and even the baby were feeling more at ease as the third trimester progressed.

Love in the Kusama-Kamijou apartment simply couldn't get any better. Nowaki and Hiroki went window shopping together every Sunday to look at toys and cribs, paints and curtains. Nowaki continued his daily rituals of worshiping Hiroki's baby bump, and Hiroki continued his daily rituals of whimpering about being hungry and pouting all over Nowaki until he made his little lover a snack. Nowaki didn't mind Hiroki's whining, though, and actually found it to be the cutest thing his little Hiro-san had ever done.

When it came to snacks, Nowaki was pretty challenged by Hiroki's requests. Pickles with cheese dip and ramen noodles with ice cream were among the easier, less gag-inducing snacks to make. Sometimes Hiroki would even ask for-

"Hiro-san, don't say it. Please. It's… It's actually really disgusting."

"Wait, are you talking about the one with the onions and the pickled-"

"Yes! Seriously, I don't think-"

"Shut up! I thought you said cravings were normal!"

"They are, Hiro-san, it's just… well, usually the cravings aren't that craz-"

"I will eat whatever I want!"

"…Yes, Hiro-san."

Yes, things were quite cheerful around the apartment as the due date approached.

However, a brewing situation was constantly on the horizon. Hiroki found himself warily locking his doors and windows at night as reports of house raids began to grow more and more severe. At one point, while Hiroki had been home alone, there was a report of a lynching on the television. It was far away from the apartment, but Hiroki became so upset and so frightened that he called Nowaki and, through his tears, begged him to come home. Nowaki had come back to the apartment that day to find Hiroki cowering in the closet with a large dictionary raised defensively in his hands. It had taken Hiroki a lot of comforting and many hours of sobbing into Nowaki's chest before he was able to fall asleep that night.

Nowaki soothed Hiroki as much as he could, but deep down in his heart, he could feel that the angst and fear was far from over.