Beta-thanks to Methosgrrl and Sylvia. Any remaining errors are my own. I take full responsibility for the plot.
Do I own these characters? No.
Warnings? Yes.
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Naked except for a tiny, frilly apron, Duncan stood in the living-room, trying not to be afraid as he waited for his Lord and Master to come home. Finally, the tall, well-built Scot heard steps outside, coming closer and closer... yes, *he* was back, after a too too long day at work. Outside, darkness was creeping across the sky, and the Highlander, always so so afraid of darkness, always grew extraordinarily nervous whenever the one person his life revolved around was not there in time to hold him close and pet him and tell him that come next morning, the sun would really, really, truly come up again.
Duncan wanted to jump for joy that the horribly long, thorougly horrible half-hour of darkness was going to be over any second now, but he was afraid that it might damage the magical miracle-child he was carrying and that he and his lover were looking forward to so much, and so he restrained himself.
The door opened, and as soon as his wonderful man had crossed the threshold, the muscular Scot fell into his arms, regardless of the blood and the other icky fluids that he thus smeared all over his well-oiled chest and cute, tiny little frilly apron.
"I am *soooo* sorry I am late again, Macky-love, but these stupid K'immies are never willing be accommodating when I tell them that you're home waiting for me. Comes from being evil and so naturally opposed to love, apple pies, and fuzzy puppies, I suppose. But look, I did manage to get you a Christmas present in time!" A beautifully shaped hand revealed a beautifully wrapped present that had been hidden behind a beautifully muscled back and held it out to Duncan, who immediately grabbed for it, hugging it close to his chest ofr a moment before, eyes glittering and twinkling with overwhelming emotion, he began to rip it open.
Duncan's lower lip began to tremble, and tears of joy sprang into his chocolate, huge, doe-like limpid orbs. "A teddybear!!!" he shouted, full of joy, and once again pressed the huge, cuddly thing close to his chest, where it nestled safely between his large, chocolate nipples.
"But not just any kind of teddybear - no, look, it's a snuffle-bear, who will look after you and take care of you. And he glows in the dark, so you'll never again have to be afraid when I have to put in extra hours at work - it's not as though I like doing that, but we need the money for our beautiful home, the white picket fence alone cost a fortune..."
The Scottish immortal was stunned and amazed by how thoughtfully his lover always thought of him and took his needs into consideration. He broke into huge, glistening tears and fell into his arms - as well as he could, with his 8-months pregnant, bulky belly between them. Tenderly, but with a certain amount of strain, he was lifted into his lover's arms and carried toward the bedroom, where their huge, vibrating waterbed was already waiting for them with open arms.
Duncan snuggled into the security of the strong arms that were carrying him and whispered into the other man's ear: "Oh, I love you so immeasurably, my wonderful, big, strong, beloved man, my hot lover, my one and only, my Richie..."
And then they spent Christmas evening fucking.
The End.
Do I own these characters? No.
Warnings? Yes.
***
Naked except for a tiny, frilly apron, Duncan stood in the living-room, trying not to be afraid as he waited for his Lord and Master to come home. Finally, the tall, well-built Scot heard steps outside, coming closer and closer... yes, *he* was back, after a too too long day at work. Outside, darkness was creeping across the sky, and the Highlander, always so so afraid of darkness, always grew extraordinarily nervous whenever the one person his life revolved around was not there in time to hold him close and pet him and tell him that come next morning, the sun would really, really, truly come up again.
Duncan wanted to jump for joy that the horribly long, thorougly horrible half-hour of darkness was going to be over any second now, but he was afraid that it might damage the magical miracle-child he was carrying and that he and his lover were looking forward to so much, and so he restrained himself.
The door opened, and as soon as his wonderful man had crossed the threshold, the muscular Scot fell into his arms, regardless of the blood and the other icky fluids that he thus smeared all over his well-oiled chest and cute, tiny little frilly apron.
"I am *soooo* sorry I am late again, Macky-love, but these stupid K'immies are never willing be accommodating when I tell them that you're home waiting for me. Comes from being evil and so naturally opposed to love, apple pies, and fuzzy puppies, I suppose. But look, I did manage to get you a Christmas present in time!" A beautifully shaped hand revealed a beautifully wrapped present that had been hidden behind a beautifully muscled back and held it out to Duncan, who immediately grabbed for it, hugging it close to his chest ofr a moment before, eyes glittering and twinkling with overwhelming emotion, he began to rip it open.
Duncan's lower lip began to tremble, and tears of joy sprang into his chocolate, huge, doe-like limpid orbs. "A teddybear!!!" he shouted, full of joy, and once again pressed the huge, cuddly thing close to his chest, where it nestled safely between his large, chocolate nipples.
"But not just any kind of teddybear - no, look, it's a snuffle-bear, who will look after you and take care of you. And he glows in the dark, so you'll never again have to be afraid when I have to put in extra hours at work - it's not as though I like doing that, but we need the money for our beautiful home, the white picket fence alone cost a fortune..."
The Scottish immortal was stunned and amazed by how thoughtfully his lover always thought of him and took his needs into consideration. He broke into huge, glistening tears and fell into his arms - as well as he could, with his 8-months pregnant, bulky belly between them. Tenderly, but with a certain amount of strain, he was lifted into his lover's arms and carried toward the bedroom, where their huge, vibrating waterbed was already waiting for them with open arms.
Duncan snuggled into the security of the strong arms that were carrying him and whispered into the other man's ear: "Oh, I love you so immeasurably, my wonderful, big, strong, beloved man, my hot lover, my one and only, my Richie..."
And then they spent Christmas evening fucking.
The End.