Warning(s): Bullying, slash, mpreg, sexual content, language...etc.
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Author's Note: Thanks for your support :)
Chapter Fifteen: Fifteen to Live, More to Count
Marcus P.O.V.
Chase came late to school today, it was already two weeks after I had started. He had been plastered to the ceramic bowl for the best half of the morning with a sleepy Adam at his side and a babbling seven and a half month old baby. Audrey was starting to look more like Chase which made me smile, intellectually of course. The only physical trait she had from him is his bright hazel green eyes.
Adam was absolutely smitten with both his daughter and the man that carried her and birthed her. It's a sight to behold. The love that shines in my older brother's eyes is blinding. I want that. I want to love and be loved by someone. I'm not jealous of my siblings, I'm jealous of what they have. It's something I don't and something I might never have if I'm brutally honest with myself.
I can love a man but I can never bear his child or live forever. I only have fifteen years to live and although it seems like a lot, it will go by in a blink.
"Marcus?" The soft caring voice drifts toward me.
"Hm?" I look up from my untouched plate of food.
"You haven't eaten all day…are you okay?" Chase asks concerned.
"I'm fine," I lie.
He scoffs calling out my bluff.
I roll my eyes but offer a small smile that clearly doesn't reach my eyes if his stern look is anything to go by.
"What is it?"
"Is it selfish of me to want to have what you have with Adam?" I respond.
"Being human or having a relationship?"
And damn, he's always so perceptive.
"Both," I answer honestly.
He hums in deep thought but a smile brighten his face.
Looking at how radiant and kind he is, I wonder why I ever wanted to destroy him and my new family.
"Marcus you are human," he whispers softly.
"Not completely… I'm still an android," I correct.
He shakes his head and that splitting smile only grows.
"Stop trying to make me feel better when it's only making me feel like shit," I mutter.
"Mr. Davenport didn't want to say anything," he begins.
Hearing my "uncle's" name intrigues me immediately.
"Anything of what?" I question.
"While he was working with Douglas he managed to discover something humanly impossible," he says.
"The cure to cancer?" I wonder.
That would be really great for society.
"No," he chuckles.
"Then?" I raise an expectant brow.
"A clone of some sort... Have you ever heard of the sheep Dolly?"
"Of course," I nod and add more harshly, "but Dolly was already an actual animal. It was, by no means, a robot."
"The point is that with that new research came along stem cell duplication. Your skin might be cold and you may have once been a robot but your DNA is real. With that he managed to create you," Chase continues.
I stare at him incredulous.
"What I'm trying to say is that when you, human fleshy you, were made Mr. Davenport made sure Douglas failed at the reconstruction of your body continuously. He had a copy of your hard drive and he switched your chip to the body you possess now. With the chip, he downloaded your hard drive of memories so you wouldn't have to "restart" and fuck I think I'm making this too complicated," he curses.
"Wait… Are you trying to say that I'm human? Like real life? That I'm not an almost failed attempt made by my dad? Mr. Davenport really managed to create a body? All the new senses I acquired are because…" I trail off.
"You're human Marcus. You've been human the moment you woke after you relapsed," he nods excitedly.
"How?" Is all I can manage to say.
"I just explained," he sighs exasperated.
"No I mean…the fifteen years to live and all that…?"
"A lie."
"Lies? But-"
"It was so the others wouldn't know in case it didn't work out. The estimated time was from your duplicated robot but now as a human well unless something tragic happens, I pray not, then you can't die," he smirks.
"Oh my fuck," I laugh.
I look around the cafeteria to see some people stare at us curiously but turn away when they catch me looking back. Unable to control my giddiness I slide out of my seat and take Chase's hand. I drag him outside the school building and make sure no one is around before I breakdown in happiness.
"I'm human? I still can't believe it! How did you know? When we first met again you couldn't believe it," I remind.
"I knew what Mr. Davenport was trying to do because I begged for him to find a way. I just never knew if he was successful or when you would come back," he answers truthfully.
"Why didn't you tell me? Or Mr. Davenport? Do the others know?" I question.
"No one else knows, I don't think Mr. Davenport realizes that I do. I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you'd go into shock with everything that's happened," he shrugs.
I can't help but hug him tightly in my arms when he makes such an innocent adorable face. That's when I felt the inexplicable bump between us. I pull back slightly with my arms still around him and a questioning look.
"I…I was bed ridden but not because of the flu… th-the pregnancy test I took was negative but I didn't think anything of it until," he coughs lightly.
I smirk knowingly. I knew he had been hiding something from the family for some time now. I even noticed how protective Adam has become lately.
"When?"
"I found out two weeks and three days ago…when you came back and I accidently puked on you," he grimaces.
"Verdict?"
"I'm about four months pregnant," he blushes.
"Oh my fuck," I laugh again.
"Please don't tell anyone," he begs.
"I promise. Seeing as you begged me not to, I'm guessing I'm the first to know aside from you and Adam," I assume.
He nods slightly.
"Thank you," I smile more genuinely.
"If anything is bothering you please don't hesitate to tell me," he responds.
"Same with you and the little pumpkins," I add.
He furrows his brow in confusion before asking, "Plural?"
I just smirk and wink before sauntering away inside the building. I may be human but I'm still bionic.
Unbeknownst to either of us, someone had been listening to us talking.
Sebastian (S-3)
"Sebastian?" someone from the other end of the bar calls.
I scowl but turn around with a faked smile. The drunken bastard that called me smiles at me seductively as I saunter my way over. Taking deep breaths and batting my eyelashes I smile suggestively.
"Want another?" I ask flirtingly.
"Just you," he winks.
I think I just threw up in my mouth a bit. He is absolutely repulsive. His beard is unkempt and he's already balding from atop. His breath reeks of beer and vodka which expels from his body from yellowing teeth. He has a beer gut and wears a tank top with ripped jeans that do not flatter the man whatsoever.
The only thing that keeps me from screaming and throwing up at the man are the memories of what happened earlier today at school. Chase Davenport had arrived late for the third time this week. The teachers and principal don't comment though, knowing he is "bionic" and thus an unspoken "hero." Yet I saw him with Marcus at lunch in the cafeteria after I arrived. They were talking and the more Chase spoke the more excited Marcus became. He was beaming in contentment. It was a smile so bright and breathtaking that it left me momentarily paralyzed.
It made me curious so I enhanced my hearing and discovered that Marcus, now a Davenport, is in fact human. Something inside me had screamed in joy. I had known that, after some intel, Marcus was an android. Now, though, he is human.
A voice echoes inside my mind: Easier to defeat.
I shake my head at the dark thoughts running in my head. After following both bionic brothers, I had learned that Chase was pregnant, again. The fact that he was a guy didn't put me off since Krane had told us that he had already had a child but the fact that he was expecting so soon was amusing. Then they hugged and something inside broke along with the quickly dissipating joy. It was something I wanted to experience. I want to share the love of my brother or sister like they do but my siblings aren't like them. They aren't like me. I know I'm the odd one out for desiring something so absurd as love.
"I can give you anything you want. You know my price," I smirk.
The craving of love can never be satisfied. No matter how much I desire it.