Chapter 3

~:1 month Pregnant:~

Ichabod had developed a routine every morning. He would wake up, vomit, the hessian would come and comfort him then he would vomit some more and once all that was over he would go back to bed to snuggle with his lover before breakfast. So far the baby belly had not appeared but he knew it was only a matter of time before his condition became painfully obvious.

"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry you have to go through this" the hessian soothed as Ichabod once again had his head in the toilet bowl, worshiping the porcelain god.

"SHUT UP! THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Ichabod fumed before vomiting again. The hessian slunk back and away from his love, disheartened by his reaction. Ichabod soon came into the room with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry darling you know I love you it's just so hard being pregnant when you're a man. Will you forgive me?" Ichabod asked giving his love a kiss on the cheek.

"You missed" the hessian said.

"What do you mean I missed?" Ichabod asked confused.

"You missed." The hessian stated locking his lips over Ichabod's.

~:Later that day:~

"Hey Viktor, what do you say we take a bath? I'm filthy and you need a bath too. No sense in wasting all that water with two baths" Ichabod said suggestively. The hessian said nothing as he swept Ichabod off his feet and into his loves strong arms. Bringing the constable into the bathroom the horseman started to run the hot water and strip himself and his love down so they could take a bath. The tub was more than big enough for the both of them. Ichabod felt something rub against his leg as the two climbed into the tub and looking down he saw the hessian was at full mast already just by looking at the young constable with his buttermilk skin and perfect curves in front of him. When they were finally settled in the warm water Ichabod let out a sigh of relief and let himself close his eyes and relax in the heat of the water and the warmth radiating off his lover as they pressed together side by side. The hessian had other ideas though, he had no intention of relaxing and as soon as his love closed his eyes he began moving himself so that he was laying over him and pressed his body on top of his lover. Feeling the horseman's weight on top of him Ichabod sighed happily but didn't react. When Ichabod only let out a soft sigh the hessian became irritated. He wanted his policeman and he wanted him now! Losing his patience the hessian snapped his hips back and drove his member onto Ichabod's, hard, lower half to get his loves attention. And get his attention it did, because the constable snapped his eyes open and snapped,

"No Viktor!" even though his own member was staring to harden from the attention that the hessian was giving him.

"MMMMM", the dead man growled, "Want you now."

"Not now love" Ichabod said pushing Viktor off him.

"But it looks like little Ichabod wants to" Viktor tease taking the hardened flesh into his hand, rubbing vigorously. Despite his own need Ichabod continued to ignore his love and proceeded to grab the bar of soap and a washcloth from the nook in the wall. "You are a stubborn one mein geliebtes" the hessian sighed seemingly giving up.

Satisfied his lover seemed to have given up, Ichabod then proceeded to take the washcloth, soak it with the soap suds, and rub it all over his body leaving a trail of pleasant smelling suds. Getting a naughty idea, the hessian snatched the cloth away from Ichabod and proceeded to rub his love all over, effectively cleaning him. The constable leaned back and relaxed oblivious to Viktor's intentions. When the hessian got low enough he ran the cloth over Ichabod's hardness and the constable squeaked in surprise.

'Success' the hessian thought to himself. Grabbing Ichabod's manhood with his still clothed hand he started to rub vigorously, slow at first then faster as Ichabod squirmed and made pleased sounds.

"Viktor…faster" Ichabod gurgled out. Viktor sped up his pace and squeezed even harder, the rough texture on the cloth making the ministrations even more pleasurable. Suddenly Viktor let go and dunking his head under water latched on with his mouth and sucked. Being dead, he didn't need to hold his breath because he couldn't die. Ichabod felt a wonderful pressure build in his body and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore he exploded into one of the most powerful orgasms of his life, leaving him breathless and weak.

Feeling the pressure build in Ichabod's member the horseman sucked even harder trying to please his love and without warning a warm, salty surge flooded his mouth and dribbled down his throat. The German let the limp organ slip from his mouth and lifted his head above water again, mouth still full of the policeman's essence. Watching the constable pant and shake, the dead man leaned forward and pressed his lips to his lovers and let the contents of his mouth flow forward into Ichabod's, letting him taste his own seed on his tongue.

"Well, we should do that again sometime, but let me treat you instead" the constable teased before falling asleep, soothed by the warm water and his loves body heat. The hessian giggled lightly watching his love sleep and fell asleep too in the tub.