Boyue's Note: I miss Chef. D=

Rated M: This chapter contains the baby-making scene. You know what means!

MATERNAL HEART

"The Conception"

"This is Dr. Ralph," Damien says, gesturing at the stocky doctor that just mysteriously shows up in the bedroom. "He was my mom's OB-GYN."

"Hallo, pleasure to meet you," Pip peeps cheerfully. He leans against the bed rest and alternates glances between Damien and the doctor.

Dr. Ralph nods with all the seriousness of a doctor. He walks over to the bed and yanks the cover off Pip. The Brit lets out a startled gasp and snaps his eyes at Damien for an explanation. Damien merely shrugs his shoulders and watches Dr. Ralph rubs his hands on Pip's belly. The blonde squirms nervously under the touch and looks to Damien for assistance. Damien crosses his arms over his chest with an angry frown. It's no doubt that Dr. Ralph is the best obstetrician-gynecologist in Hell but it doesn't mean he can get all touchy-feely with the lover of the anti-Christ. Damien is seconds away from shoving pineapples up the doctor's ass when Dr. Ralph claps his hands and rubs them excitedly together.

"Good, good, you are in prime condition," Dr. Ralph says with a nasal accent. "I am to understand you will be carrying the child?"

"Y-yes, Sir," Pip squeaks, still recovering from his unwanted violation. He pulls the comforter up and covers up to his shoulders.

"It's a relatively simple procedure," Dr. Ralph says. He snaps his fingers and a presentation board appears through a pillar of smoke. It contains a diagram of Pip's anatomy. Dr. Ralph points at the abdomen and explains, "What we are going to do is we are going to insert a womb right here. That's where the baby will grow. I am going to mix your and Master Damien's DNA together and inject the embryo directly into the womb. Some behind-the-scene demonic rituals thing happens and then nature takes over and we are good to go. You're going to go through a normal pregnancy just like any woman on here Earth."

"Jolly!" Pip cheers.

"Now, the procedure is going to quite painful. We don't have any anesthesia and you're going to be wide awake for it. It's similar to a C-section but it'll be short so you won't be in pain for too long. You understand, Mr. Pirrup?"

"I-I do, Sir."

"Good, good, that's what I like to hear." Dr. Ralph claps his hands together and winks at Pip. "Let's get down to work." He turns to Damien and says, "I'm going to need sperms from both of you. Now, I can give you each a little plastic cup and you can take care of business yourself. Or you can work together. Either way works for me." He walks to the nightstand and puts down two small transparent cups he carries in his pocket.

Damien raises an eyebrow at the doctor's euphemism. He looks at Pip, who is blushing shyly and playing with the bed cover. Damien sighs and waves his hand, ushering the doctor out of the bedroom. He closes the door and locks it after Dr. Ralph leaves. The television in the living room turns on and laugh track fills the apartment. Pip scoots up from the bed, pulling his knees up. He smiles sweetly at Damien.

"Well, here goes nothing," Damien mutters lowly for only himself to hear.

Pip lifts the cover up and invites Damien to cuddle under the warmth of the comforter. It isn't like it's their first time having sex but Damien suddenly finds himself not knowing what to do. His hands fondle Pip's shirt awkwardly. Pip wraps his arms around Damien's neck and places a deep kiss on his forehead.

"I love you so much for doing this," Pip whispers softly. He kisses Damien's lips tenderly. He giggles, "We are going to have a baby, Damien."

"Yeah… I guess we are…"

Damien scoots up and cups Pip's face in his hands. He traces the blonde's lips with his pierced tongue before he slips it into Pip's waiting mouth. They alternate between deep kisses with short ones. Damien unbuttons Pip's pajama top and tosses it on the floor. His fingers reach for the elastic band on the pajama bottom and ease it over Pip's bump and send it to the floor. He gazes at Pip's slender frame. Pip looks like a girl all over. If it wasn't for the extra something-something between his legs, Pip can pass as a small-breasted woman. Damien runs his cold hands up and down Pip's warm body as their tongues wrestle playfully. Pip takes a breather and glances over at the clock.

"Happy anniversary, my love," Pip says. He kisses the tip of Damien's nose.

"Happy anniversary too," Damien responds weakly. "Let's hurry… I don't want to keep him waiting."

Damien is never good at hiding his emotions and Pip is so good at reading emotions. The blonde places his hand on Damien's cheek with a sad frown. He pulls Damien closer and rests his chin on the shoulder. He rubs the back of Damien's shirt.

"We are going to be amazing parents," Pip says. "Don't worry a thing!"

Damien decides there is nothing he can say in response. He can't see the future. He will never know if he will be a good dad until the baby is living and breathing in front of him. He lets out a small sigh and nibbles Pip's ear. Pip sighs contently and works on unbuckling Damien's jeans. He pulls down the zipper and slips his fingers in. Damien grins at the intimate contact. Pip is rarely so active. Most of the time, he just lies on his back and waits for Damien to do things to him. The blonde fumbles with Damien's boxers and finds the slit. A low moan escapes from Damien's throat as Pip playfully caresses him.

"Pip, you are bold tonight," Damien teases. Pip grins mischievously at him. Damien smacks their lips together for a loud kiss. "I like it."

"Since it is our anniversary already, I am going to give you your present," Pip says with a cute smile.

Damien is smart enough to know that Pip's present for him is intended to be sexual. He nods eagerly and watches as Pip scoots back onto his knees. The blonde looks up at him with a coy smile before he reaches in and takes out Damien's manhood. Damien likes where it is going and sounds a soft moan to encourage Pip. Pip knows how to use his little mouth and he knows it. It's the reason why he only gives Damien oral pleasure every once in a great while. Damien would've liked something kinkier as a present but figures a blowjob means a lot to the modest Pip. He runs his fingers through the blonde strands and gives sly nudges now and then to push Pip lower.

"Hold on, Pip," Damien says breathlessly. He gets up and yanks off his jeans. He can't stand the way the zipper is chafing his sensitive skin. He takes off his shirt while he is at it and jumps back on to bed. "Alright, go."

Pip resumes giving his present with full vigor. Damien arches his hip to deepen the sensation. He will choke Pip if he pushes too hard – even if he really wants to - so he has to keep his move small and gentle. Pip keeps one hand on his thigh and the other on the shaft to guide it. He slips his tongue to the tip and laps around it. Damien groans and grins at the intense pleasure. Pip sure knows how to please his man.

"Tell me when you are close," Pip says.

"I will." Damien secures his hand behind Pip's head and leads him back to the spot between his legs. "Mmmm, Pip. You are really good at this."

Pip alternates his speed. Damien doesn't mind the change; he likes it both ways. Besides, the slower Pip goes, the longer it will last. He reaches over and teases Pip's perky buds. Pip lets out a muffled giggle and moves his hand to increase the pleasure. Damien glances over and sees how eager Pip is as well. He ruffles through the blonde hair and sighs deeply. Pip picks up his pace and Damien pants loudly in response.

"Pip… I-I am… ready…"

"Oh goodness! Hold on!" Pip pulls away. He hurries to the nightstand and picks up the plastic cups. Damien groans at the damned cups. That's right, they are making a baby. "Do you think you can aim in it? Perhaps I should hold it and you can---"

"Just give me the fucking cup," Damien grumbles, snatching the plastic cup in his hand. Pip smiles weakly and reaches to finish Damien off. Damien wants to knock Pip's hand away but decides if he is going to suffer down the road, he might as well enjoy the ride. "Do it faster," he mumbles and Pip complies. "Fuck, Pip. Faster!"

Damien pants heavily and arches his hip toward Pip's rushing hand. He tosses his head back, clenching his teeth and letting out a guttural moan as he releases himself. In the midst of the pleasurable relief, he feels something hard around his tip. He looks down and growls angrily at the cup dangling over his erection. Pip harvests his seeds with a happy smile. He scoops the white semen into the plastic cup and takes a look at it.

"I hope this is enough," Pip says. He sets the cup on the nightstand and looks back at Damien. "Is it my turn now?"

Damien has the idea of ditching his lover. If he wants a baby so bad, he can make it himself. But a little part of him – that annoying conscience part – demands that he stays with Pip and sees it through to the end. He gives a weak nod of his head and kisses Pip deeply. He guides Pip down on the bed and towers over the Brit. Pip puts his hands around Damien's shoulders as Damien slides his hand down to grasp Pip's private part. Any other time, Damien would've teased Pip to the edge until Pip begs for it. Tonight, Damien just wants to get it over with. Pip seems to think so too.

"D-Damien, I love you," Pip whispers breathlessly. His eyes gloss with desire and affection. "I love you more than you will ever ever know."

Damien isn't in the mood for Pip's cheesy romantic speech. He tightens his grip on Pip and speeds up. Pip lets out an audible whimper, squirming under Damien's vigorous touch. Damien pushes forward, forcing Pip to pull his legs up. He puts his free hand on Pip's waist and scoots the blonde back until he can reach the back entrance.

"Oh my!" Pip cries out when Damien slips a saliva-lubricated finger in. He bites on his lip as more fingers penetrate his body. "Oh! Ah! Mmm! Dam-Mmm! Damien!"

"I'm going in," Damien announces seconds before he invites himself into Pip. Pip yelps, gripping the bed sheet as his exit is stretched wide.

Damien starts out feeling out the entrance. He goes deeper with each thrust. Pip winces and whimpers as Damien rocks in and out of his body. Damien bumps his navel against Pip's hardened part to speed up the process that his hand is working on. Pip breathes heavily, mixing his sounds with moans of pleasure and cries of pain. Damien has a similar breathing pattern. He gulps, licking his dry mouth.

"D-Damien," Pip stammers, "t-the c-cup… Get the c-cup."

Instead of being horny, Damien is starting to feel more pissed off. He snatches the clean plastic cup and puts it over the tip of Pip's erection. Pip reaches up and holds the cup in place while Damien pumps him empty of his seeds.

"Ahhh…! Ohhh…! D-Dam-Damien…! Ahhh…! Mmm…!" Pip moans loudly, arching his back involuntarily.

Damien lets his hands move to Pip's buttocks and spread them open. Pip takes the time to put away the filled cup. Damien quickens his speed at the intense pleasure when Pip contracts his end muscles. He shifts to gain a better position and increases his speed again until his bodily need takes over and his hip moves on its own. Pip clutches the sheet and gazes up at Damien with longing eyes and a soft smile. He gasps quietly as Damien fills his inside with warmth.

"That was lovely," Pip says softly, stroking Damien's cheek.

"Sure, it was," Damien grumbles as he pulls himself out. He hops off the bed and puts on his jeans. He grabs the two cups with a disgusted grunt and says to Pip, "Stay here."

"Right-o…"

Damien unlocks the door and walks into the living room where Dr. Ralph is eating a bowl of popcorn. He looks up to Damien and stands up. Damien hands the cups over and dusts his hands on his pants. Dr. Ralph checks the semen sample and clicks his tongue.

"That was fast," the doctor comments.

"Tell me about it," Damien says, rolling his eyes.

Damien follows Dr. Ralph back into the bedroom. Pip has already put back on his pajama and fixed his appearance to look presentable. Damien kicks the door close while Dr. Ralph sets down the semen samples on the nightstand. He takes out a vial from the pocket of his lab coat and pours the samples into it with extreme care not to touch them while he does. Damien and Pip watch from the bed. Pip wraps his arms around Damien's bare waist and kisses his shoulder. Dr. Ralph caps and shakes the vial, mixing the semen together.

"That's it?" Damien says with a raised eyebrow. He wants to see some explosion or something cool. Instead, the vial only makes a hissing noise and then nothing more happens.

"Now that was the easy part," Dr. Ralph answers. He gestures for Damien to get off the bed. He hands the vial to him, which Damien takes with reluctance. "Now comes the hard part. Mr. Pirrup, once we start the procedure, there is no stopping it and you can't get rid of the womb until the child is born. If at any time you don't want the child anymore, we are going to need to perform a demonic abortion. But I warn you now… the abortion is going to hurt a lot more than this and it is extremely life-threatening. You understand?"

"I understand, Sir," Pip says with a determined nod.

"Now, Master Damien, I need you to step over so you don't get in the way."

Damien walks over to the other side of the bed and leans on the wall by the window. He crosses his arms, holding the vial with only two fingers. Dr. Ralph pulls off the comforter and kicks it away to the corner of the room. He grabs the pillow as well and throws it aside. He gestures for Pip to lie down and takes out five ropes from his pockets. He hands two ropes to Damien and instructs him to tie Pip to the bed.

"Oh goodness," Pip stammers nervously as he is roped to the bed.

"Everything is set. What I am going to now is I'm going to insert a womb inside your body. Are we all ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," Damien says from the sideline. He catches Pip looking at him nervously and tries to smile. "It'll be fine, Pip. This is what you want."

"I-I… am scared… How much will this hurt?" Pip ask, eying the doctor.

"Not too much I hope. Here we go," Dr. Ralph says. He pulls a scalpel out of his front pocket (that man has everything he needs in his pockets!). He rolls up Pip's pajama top and presses the blade on the lower part of the abdomen.

"Oh dear, oh dear," Pip whispers quietly.

Dr. Ralph makes the first incision. Blood seeps out immediately and Pip gasps in pain. The ropes keep him secured and immobile though his body twitches. Damien winces as Dr. Ralph deepens the cut and slices open Pip's stomach, exposing the internal organs. He holds the incision open with one hand while the other hand takes out a glowing black orb from his coat. He glances up to see how Pip is doing.

"Master Damien, the vial please."

"Oh dear," Pip whimpers painfully.

Damien hurries over with the vial in hands. He follows the doctor's instruction to drop the vial into the glowing orb. The orb absorbs the vial and changes its color to a gray tone. Damien backs away to his original post and watches Dr. Ralph shoves the orb through the open incision. He lets go of his hand and the incision closes on its own. The wound is healed in an instant, leaving not even a scar behind.

"Is it over?" Damien asks, pushing away from the wall.

"We just started," Dr. Ralph says grimly.

Pip rolls his head like a drunkard. He mumbles intelligently and flutters his eyes open and close. He squirms a little but doesn't make any large movement. Damien watches the Brit's behavior and furrows his brows when he sees gray veins popping out from Pip's stomach, which is growing in size. Pip sounds an eye-shattering scream and thrashes violently on the bed. The whole bedroom seems to be shaking from his movement. Damien has seen a lot of fucked-up things in life but seeing Pip growling like a feral beast disturbs even him. The ocean eyes fill with anger and a lust for destruction. Damien looks over to the doctor for an explanation.

"His body is fighting the demonic power," Dr. Ralph explains. "He is going through a possession right now. It'll take some time to adjust."

Pip snarls and starts speaking in tongue. His whole body is consumed with gray veins and he looks even pastier than Damien. He snaps his eyes wide open and he rolls his eyes back in his head. Damien groans at the horrid sight. If he knows how terrible the procedure is, he wouldn't have let Pip go through with it. He walks over and tries to hold Pip's hand but a 'no' from the doctor stops him cold. His worry accelerates when Pip starts to foam in the mouth. He is pretty sure Pip is going through a seizure – a demonic one.

"How long is this supposed to take? Is Pip going to be okay?" Damien asks impatiently.

"It depends on his body really," Dr. Ralph answers. Damien fights off the urge to punch his face in. "The more he tries to resist, the longer and more painful it will take."

"You don't think you could've told us earlier?"

"Well… I forgot," the doctor admits shamefully.

"Shit… Pip…" Damien palms his face, leaving a gap between his fingers so he can see Pip twitching on the bed. He shouts, "Awwww, fuck no!" when Pip soils himself.

"That happens all the time," Dr. Ralph says with a compassionate smile. "It's going to be fine."

"Pip pissed and shitted his pants," Damien says through clenched teeth. "How is that 'fine'?"

"At least he doesn't have diarrhea like my last patient," the doctor says with a grin.

"That's not helping," Damien grumbles, turning his head away.

Pip lets out a loud whine. His large stomach arches toward the ceiling, breaking off the rope around the waist. As if it has a life of its own, Pip's stomach keeps reaching for the ceiling, dragging the rest of Pip's body with it. The ropes around his wrists and ankles struggle to keep Pip on the bed. The ropes burn Pip's flesh, leaving harsh red marks in their wake.

"Heehee, you're going to have one feisty son, Master Damien."

"I'm going to kill you," Damien mutters. He looks at Pip holding his position and snarling softly.

"Oh good, it's over. He made it," Dr. Ralph announces with a clap of his hands.

Pip's body descends and rests on the bed. He lets out a small sigh and closes his eyes to sleep. The swelling in the stomach goes down and the gray veins disappear as well. Color returns to Pip's body and a little smile touches his lips. Damien hurries over and brushes through Pip's hair. He scrunches his nose at the soiled smell.

"Pip? Pip?" Damien whispers.

"He is going to need a lot of sleep right now. Give him a day or two and he'll be back to normal," Dr. Ralph says, untying Pip from the bed. "In the meantime, you should clean him up and start reading up on pregnancy books 'cause that's the hardest part – the pregnancy. Wooh! Good luck, Master Damien."

"Get the fuck out of here already." Damien waves his hand to dismiss the obstetrician.

Dr. Ralph gives a nod of his head and disappears from the bedroom through a pillar of smoke. Damien turns back to Pip and sighs weakly. The conception isn't the hardest part? Well, shit, he doesn't want to know what's going to happen next. He walks out to the bathroom and gets what he needs to clean Pip up. He undresses Pip and decides to throw the soiled pajama instead of cleaning it. Pip won't miss them. He wipes Pip clean, cussing loudly as he does. Why the fuck is the anti-Christ wiping someone's ass? He is going to die of embarrassment if someone ever finds out.

After Pip is clean, Damien picks up the pillow and the comforter from the floor and tucks the father (or mother) of his child in bed. He turns off the light and walks out of the room and heads into the living room. He slumps on the couch and puts his feet on the coffee table. The TV is showing some soap opera in which – big surprise – a man has accidently impregnated his girlfriend and now they are trying to figure out what they should do.

"Get an abortion," Damien mumbles to the screen. He picks up the bowl of popcorn and shoves a handful in his mouth. "That'll solve all your problems."

TO BE CONTINUED…

Boyue's Note: Pippin is officially pregger! Hurray! =D

Thanks for reading. Reviews please?

2.06.09

9:50 PM