Two hour after Rago returned blue eyes slowly started to open, a small yawn escaping him. Sitting up Dynamis stretched out his arms and rubbed his eyes before looking around.
"H-Hello?" He asked the empty room or, so he thought.
Ocean blinked as he heard a small snore, glancing beside him he giggled. Next to him laid his lover Rago who was laying on his back, his muscular arms behind his head.
"Rago..." Dynamis cooed twiddling long black strains though his slender fingers, surprisingly they were as soft as silk. "You've worked so hard, you must be tired..." Smiling gently he leaned down and pecked the others lips before stroking his hair again. Sighing the male stared up at the ceiling, how long had he been asleep?
'Probably a few hours at most.' He thought then placed his hand on his stomach.
Only a few months had gone by and yet... He felt so connected with their child, so at peace.
"D... Dynamis?" Blinking in shock the said male brought his attention down to see slightly groggy red eyes staring up at him.
"Morning, did you sleep well?" Shrugging Rago sat up and put an arm around the younger's shoulders before yawning.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Just a little bit," Dynamis replied. "How did it go with your father?" The grey haired male watched as the older sighed, his eyebrows knitting together.
"Well... I have good news and bad news..."
After a 'brief' explanation...
"You're WHAT?!" Rago cringed at the outraged and sightly offended tone that spilled from the greyette's mouth. He threw his delicate hands into the air, shaking them like a chanter. "I MEAN I KINDA FIGURED BECAUSE YOU ARE HIS SON AFTER ALL BUT-!?" A hand was placed over Dynamis' mouth, the blackette shushing him.
"Quiet love, you're yelling." Blue glared before the silenced tore the others hand off the bottom of his face.
"Don't you tell me to be quiet!" Dynamis hissed as his unbalanced hormones took over making him the pissed off mess we see here. "You're not going though with this are you?!" Rago blinked as took everything that had just been thrown at him in, he smiled.
"Of course not," The black son said shaking head lightly, he pulled the preggy close and kissed the back of his hand. "Why would I give you up? When you're all I need?" A blush coated the pregnant male's cheeks as Rago closed in, their foreheads resting against each others. "Haven't I told you this already? Or do you just enjoy hearing me say it?" Dynamis smiled gently, beating his eyelashes in a flirtatious way.
"A little bit of both..." As the two grew closer something clicked in Rago's head.
"Wait," He said making the other male raise an eyebrow. "There's something we need to do first." Standing the black son turned to Dynamis and held out his hand, when he did he was greeted by the cutest thing ever.
The greyette sat on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, his lips forming into a pout.
"But... We were having a moment..." Rago chuckled at the cuteness.
"I know and I'll make up for it later. Now, come on." Taking the larger hand Dynamis was pulled up and off the bed to a standing position, the tiniest blush still plaguing his cheeks.
"So... What are we doing again?" Sighing the blackette intertwined their fingers before guiding his lover out of the bedroom and into the hall.
"My father said that once you wake up he would answer some questions that we might have. That means that you can sleep now instead of exhausting yourself over something you don't know!" At that the preggy huffed and released Rago's hand to cross his arms.
"I do not exhaust myself with worry..." He pouted cutely again then leaned against the taller man's side, not being able to stay mad at him.
"Well, even if you think that I do." He put his large, muscular arm around the younger to bring him closer. Both of them stayed silent as they strolled down the lengthy halls to Hades' throne room. As soon as they got there every bone in Dynamis' body chilled at the cold and darkness.
"Father," Rago said with a hiss holding the greyette closer. "I brought him, now tell us what you know!" Just like before candles flickered on revealing a calm, orderly god who sat straight in his chair, not at all showing the fear that he contained.
"Hello my son, lovely Dynamis. How was your rest?"
"F-Fine." The pregnant whimpered out staying near his lover, Hades smiled.
"That is good," His deep, terrorizing voice boomed, he really did sound happy. "Now what is it that you want to know?"
"You know exactly what we want to know!" Hades sighed at his son's harsh and demanding tone, he rolled his pupiless eyes.
"Alright," The ruler of the underworld said, his voice full of sarcasm. "Since you asked so nicely." Clapping his hands twice two stone seats arose from the ground behind the couple, they looked back at the chair and then to Hades.
"Sit," The oldest in the room said. "This is going to take a while."