Chapter 31
A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone!
Life's been rough on me lately, lots of stuff going on that's left me gloomy and depressed. But I'm trying to turn a new leaf, here in 2019.
I finally got back to writing, even if only a little, and the first things I wanted to do, was update this for my loyal followers
I hope you enjoy the new chapter, and that you will bear with me, as I struggle to get inspiration for my stories xD
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Since their heated unification, Astral hadn't claimed Yuma once.
Once he'd realized just how much pain and discomfort he had caused his partner, the alien had backed away from any of the more intimate unions, which Yuma had suggested.
He had been so apologetic and guilt-stricken, that the human hadn't been able to comfort him properly, until his bruises were healed and had disappeared, and he was capable of sitting down properly again.
Several times since then, Yuma had jerked himself off to the thought about that time, respecting the distance Astral had requested between them, but he was beginning to really miss his partners hands roaming over his skin and his own touching of the gems on his beloved ones' body, as well as Astrals delicious reactions to his teasing.
Leaving the bathroom now, after once more having taken care of himself (and not for the first time that day), Yuma sighed despondently. He really wanted to be with Astral again.
The other was still living with him of course, and they still shared a bedroom, talked, went to school together and even cuddled once in a while, but mostly, they slept in separate areas, Yuma in his hammock and Astral in the bed.
Astral was now more than three months in and his belly was beginning to show.
None of Yumas friends had been told about Astrals' pregnancy yet, nor had the school, and all of Yumas' family, as well as the dads-to-be themselves, had agreed that they would loosen the aliens' school-uniform up, so that his stomach was less visible, until it could no longer be hidden.
Yuma was worried his friends wouldn't understand, and would shun him as a result, and his sister and grandmother were concerned with how it would be viewed amongst their circle of acquaintances, that the 17-year-old boy was going to be a dad in less than 6 months.
Not to mention the fact that none of them had been able to get a hold of Yumas' parents yet either, so they would be in for a VERY big surprise, once they, eventually, returned home.
With quiet steps, Yuma returned to his bedroom, to do some homework.
Astral was resting in bed, eyes closed and mind shielded from the humans' vague attempts at communicating without words.
Yuma glanced at him, as he placed himself at his desk, wondering if the other was really sleeping, or if he was awake, but unable to find the answer, he eventually sighed again and turned to the table, his back to Astral.
Quietly, he started on his math.
"Yuma" a lowered voice suddenly sounded behind him, and lifting his head, he turned it to look at its origin.
"You're awake?" he said in response and Astral rolled his eyes.
"Obviously" he commented, looking like he found Yuma infinitely stupid.
Yuma turned away from him as he did, and started gathering up his things. "It's not like I can tell anymore you know, with the way you've closed yourself off to me" he mumbled, mostly to himself, before he continued, a little louder "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll go do my homework downstairs. Though, you should consider doing yours soon too".
With that he rose, books and laptop in his arms, and headed for the door. But just before he turned the handle, the alien stopped him in his tracks.
"I've been thinking" he said from the bed "maybe I should return to Astral world"…
Yuma froze. He felt as though his blood became ice, and his heart stopped. He couldn't breathe.
Shocked, he dropped what he was holding and spun around to face the alien.
"You can't!" he exclaimed, though his voice sounded small and shrill, to his own ears.
"Yuma" Astral began, as he started to protest "it would be for the best for".
Yuma interrupted him. "You're wrong!" he said "dead wrong, Astral! There's no way, you going back to that place, is the best for anyone! Not you, not me and definitely not for what's inside you!".
Astrals' eyes widened at the others reaction, but before he could speak, Yuma was beside him and had locked their lips in a fierce, desperate kiss.
Astral tried to push him away, but Yuma didn't let him. Not this time.
Instead, he intensified the kiss. Made it deeper, more passionate.
Used his tongue to force Astrals lips apart, so it could play with the aliens'.
Slipped a hand behind the aliens' head and the other around his front, before resting it on the growing stomach.
And still, the young man wouldn't release him.
Not until his breath had been completely stolen away and had left him lightheaded, did Astral feel Yumas' heat separate from his own once more.
A hand was on his cheek, and as he looked into his partners eyes, thoughts still hazy from the kiss, he saw that they were brimming with unshed tears.
"Yu…ma?" he said, inquisitively.
"Please don't go Astral" Yuma said in a faint whisper.
"I love you… You need to stop this. Stop blaming yourself!
I should have done this long ago, but I was trying to respect your boundaries!
Well, not anymore! Not if you're seriously thinking about leaving me!".
Astral was speechless.
Yuma looked so unbearably vulnerable like this, and those tears were right there, ready to fall at any second.
How was he supposed to react in a situation like this?
"I" he started, but Yuma interrupted him once more.
"Don't you love me anymore?" he asked, voice breaking at his own words.
"Of course I do!" Astral replied, voice slightly higher pitched than he'd intended.
"Then why do you want to go?" Yuma asked, and now, silent drops of liquid did run down his cheeks, leaving small streaks in their wake.
"I… I can't risk harming you again Yuma, don't you understand? I've wanted you so badly this past week, every hour of every day! My body and mind yearns for you, no matter where we are!
At school, I can't focus on anything, but your presence beside me! In the bus, on the way home, I just sit quietly and stare at you!
When I try to sleep, my thoughts fog over with the memory of you beneath me. Me, inside you, unifying us, both mentally and physically!
It gets me so hot, I can't sleep and I have to go and take care of myself to find even an hour's peace of mind, through sheer exhaustion!
I keep thinking of how it felt. How oblivious I was to anything else.
Your cries of pain, but also of pleasure!
The way your body shook when you climaxed!
The sound of our bodies being joined again and again!
How easy it would be for me to just take what I want!
And then I start burning again, wanting it once more!
But I can't! I can never have it again! I cannot risk it! Not ever!
But every day that passes, makes it harder and harder to fight myself… It's like a craving. Like… I'm addicted… To you".
Finally, Astral silenced once more, but he was shivering and Yuma clearly felt how the aliens' body temperature had risen substantially.
Clearly, he wasn't lying. The blue skin shivered beneath his touch and Astrals eyes were shining with heat and desire.
Yuma barely brushed a finger over one of the gems near Astrals groin, but still the alien moaned and threw his head back.
Yuma moistened his lips and swallowed.
Despite having taken care of himself not half an hour ago, his body was reacting, and soon, he was more than ready to go again.
His erection, trapped inside tight, white pants, was throbbing for attention and was more than visible, even as Yuma tried to ignore it.
"Oh, god, Astral!" he mumbled "you're really being quite troublesome for me".
As he spoke, he grabbed one of Astrals' hands and guided it to his glory, as his other arm wrapped around the aliens' waist and pulled him closer, and he locked their lips in yet another fierce kiss.
"I want you too, Astral. So badly!
I long for your mind to envelop mine. To feel your heat around me, clenching and milking me for every last drop.
Why let fear and worry stop us?
It's clear we both want, need, the same thing" he said, once their lips separated for a brief second, and continued.
"Raw, unbridled sex. Mind-numbing and deliciously hot!
Do you realize how many times a day I need to 'take care of myself' right now?
If you're afraid of hurting me, I can tie you down and take full control. That way, we can both let off some steam.
Maybe if we did, you would see that you aren't a threat to me. I've been working hard these past months you know. I may surprise you".
As he silenced, he moved a hand to Astrals slit, and started rubbing it with two fingers.
They slid rapidly back and forth, reacting to how wet the alien already was, as the sensation drove Yuma to push even further, using three, then four fingers, before he started moving them in and out of his beloved.
And Astral rewarded him with groans and gasps, which left Yuma breathless, and wanting so much more.
Before things got too heated though, Astral regained his senses and pushed Yuma away a little, to give him some space.
Panting, he felt like his mouth was as dry as sand, and swallowed several times before he could speak.
"Al… alright" he moaned "do it! If we're gonna try this again after all that time… Make sure I can't hurt you".
His eyes met Yumas' and they saw that he understood. Kissing his neck softly once, Yuma then left Astral, to crawl up into the attic.
Whilst he was gone, Astral attempted to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.
He was afraid. He knew that he was. Afraid of what would happen, what HE would end up doing.
It seemed like this pregnancy had awoken some ancient beast in him, that he could barely control, and it frightened him
But at least Yuma was taking his precautions this time and that helped him keep his fears at bay.
Soon after, Yuma once more descended from the attic, carrying in his hands some thin, silky-looking rope.
"My father was gifted this years ago, from one of his friends.
Apparently, it was found in the East. Not sure where… But it's definitely less rough than normal rope and yet strong as wire" the young man said, as he walked over to the bed.
"It's fine" Astral replied, his eyes locked on the still very visible bulge in Yumas' white pants.
"Make sure it's bound tightly enough, for me not to wriggle free once we… get going".
Yuma swallowed, as though the mere thought of it alone, had left him closer to his edge than he had been a moment ago, but then he nodded, before he started working on tying the rope around the aliens' wrists…