Hunter: Chapter 3

Aster slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Jack. It was still dark, and after the night he just had, Jack wouldn't wake up until Joy started crying in the morning. Silently slipping on his armor and weapons pouch. Aster gently pulled the blankets up to Jack's shoulder, smiling as the winter sprite snuggled deeper into the cream quilt. He snuck past the nursery, checking on the sleeping kit, and slipped out the door. Once he felt he was out of earshot, he dashed through the tunnels, searching for the right one. Finally, he surfaced at an old woodland cottage.

"Good morning Aster." Said an old man, sipping tea. "I expected you sooner, but hundreds of years late is mere moments to one as old as me."

"Long time no see Father Time." Said Aster. "I need to ask-"

"The place you are looking for still exists." Sighed the ancient spirit. "The entrance is in your beloved Warren. If you search, you will find it before your second born arrives. Now, if I were you I would be running home. You're mate is getting himself worked up over your absence."

"Thanks a heap old man." Said Aster, opening a tunnel. Father time chuckled to himself as Aster disappeared into the ground.

"Ah, young ones." He sighed, shaking his head. "So predictable."

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"Jack?" Aster nearly fell over as something cold and white cannon balled into his chest, sniffling.

"Where were you?!" demanded Jack. "I woke up and you were gone! You didn't even leave a note! I thought you…you…"

"Left?" supplied Aster, Jack nodding. "I'm not leaving ya. I just needed to have a word with old Father Time."

"About what?"

"Nothing serious. Just wanted to be sure I taught the ankle biters everything about the Pooka." He said, rubbing Jack's stomach. "Just checking to see if I missed anything." The answer seemed to appease Jack, who snuggled happily into his fur.

"You love me, right?" began Jack, looking up innocently at Aster.

"And you're doubting this now?" sighed Aster, raising an eyebrow.

"Will you make me something to eat?" he asked sweetly. "The baby wants strawberry ice cream and ghost peppers with hot sauce and pickles." Aster valiantly tried not to let the look of pure disgust show on his face, and judging by the kicked-puppy look on Jack's face he had failed miserably. Sighing, he put his paws up in defeat.

"Your latest bowl of toxic waste coming up." He sighed, heading to the kitchen. As he began slicing the spicy peppers, he heard Joy stir and call out from the nursery.

"I'll get her." Said Jack, making his way down the hall. Moments passed before he heard a small squeak.

"Um, Aster!"

"Yeah?" he hummed, finishing the revolting dish.

"Uh…I need help!" Aster, fearing the winter spirit tripped and fell, dashed to the nursery, only to be struck dumb by the sight in front of him. Jack was bent over as far as his stomach would allow, trying to pick up Joy, but unable to move.

"Don't just stand there with your mouth open!" snapped Jack. "Help!" Aster, chuckling, pulled Jack upright, Joy squirming in Jack's arms.

"Maybe ya need a little help around." Snickered Aster.

"If you dare ask someone to babysit me, I will end you." Huffed Jack, still holding Joy. He tried to set her down, only he was unable to get close enough to the floor.

"THAT makes your argument invalid." Said Aster, taking Joy and setting her down, the two watching their daughter hop off. "I'll get someone to keep an eye on ya three when I'm not home. Don't want ya getting hurt, and you're only gonna get bigger."

"I don't need a babysitter." Huffed Jack.

"Think of it like a play mate for Joy." Said Aster. "I just want someone here if ya hurt yourself and to keep that from happening."

"And who do you suggest?" huffed Jack, giving Aster a look. "NOBODY can spare time right now! Even the leprechaun and groundhog are busy! Who could possibly spare the time to spend all day with me and Joy?!" Jack frowned at the dawning realization on Aster's face, concern at his satisfied grin.

"I think this will work..." He snickered.

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"Baby…" whispered Joy, poking her Mother's stomach while she had her head on the bump, attempting to communicate with her little brother or sister. Jack was honestly enjoying the quiet time, running his finger's through Joy's soft fur, guiding her paw about to feel the baby's kicks while Joy talked quietly to the baby, telling it all about her toys and what she had for a snack. He was truly calm, his breathing balanced, eyes shut. Aster had vanished after breakfast, this time leaving a note promising to be back by lunch. Jack had no idea what he was up to this time, but the back pain and swollen ankles that accompanied his seventh month definitely distracted him from thinking about it. The love seat was extremely comfortable, a pillow supporting his lower back, his feet up on a small stool he had found, for once socks adorning his normally bare feet. Even his feet looked swollen. All he wanted to do was nap, but that wasn't possible with Joy alone with him. Sighing, he relaxed into the cushions, Joy taking a sip of her juice without moving from her spot. Sneakily, Aster peeked in, creeping slowly towards Jack.

"How's my Snowflake feeling?" he purred quietly, paws gently kneading his shoulders. Jack tensed at first into the touch, but soon relaxed into it, sighing contently.

"Really, really comfy." He sighed, looking up at Aster. His mood, however, took a outh turn when he saw who was standing next to him.

"What is she doing here?!" demanded Jack, glaring at Mother Nature. While the whole sex tape escapade had been funny as Hell at first, now with his raging hormones he was angrier than a hornet about the invasion of privacy.

"Babysitting." Said Aster, grinning cheekily.

"I don't need a damn-" gently, the red head picked up Joy.

"I'll have her back by dinner time tomorrow." She said, winking. "Come on cutie, you and Auntie Nature are gonna go have some fun!"

"Aster, what are you doing?!" demanded Jack as Aster pulled him up from his spot on the couch.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush here Snowflake." Said Aster, covering his eyes. "We need a night in. No kids, just you, me, a lovely dinner, and some cuddle time on the couch." He moved his paws, revealing a candle-lit dinner of the spiciest vegetarian dishes Aster could concoct, a bottle of sparkling grape juice instead of wine cooking in a wooden bucket of ice, and an extremely comfortable looking chair for Jack.

"Oh wow…" Aster pulled out his chair for him, helping him sit and pushed him in before sitting on the other side of the table. Jack smirked, giving Aster a look.

"I had no idea you were such a romantic." He snickered, making Aster's ears go flat with embarrassment. He soon recovered, giving Jack a playful glare.

"What?" began Aster. "I can't give my ice lolly of a mate a good night?" Jack giggled, taking a bite of the food. The baby kicked lazily, happy it's seemingly endless desire for spicy food was being fulfilled. Aster grinned, Jack enjoying the meal. He realized this was, perhaps, the closest they had ever gotten to a date, but was soon pulled out of his thought by Jack attempting to get up. Quickly, he helped Jack to his feet, the winter spirit's prominent stomach brushing against his fur. Before Aster had time to register the look on Jack's face, he had a very pregnant silverette's arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily. When Jack finally pulled back, he had a sultry look in his eyes, fingers gripping Aster's fur. Aster's arms were around his waist, rubbing his lower back slowly.

"Frosty, isn't it a bit-" Jack silenced him with a finger.

"Your fault." He huffed. "You and your stupid over-protective streak. Now, I want you to take me to bed and then we can have some REAL fun." Aster shivered, Jack nipping his nose for emphasis. He would never admit it, but it secretly turned him on when Jack used a little force on him, and if that delicious body of his didn't convince him, the pure scent of needy pheromones the boy was unconsciously letting loose sure as Hell did. Besides, a month long dry spell to a mated rabbit was pure, unadulterated HELL. With a small exclamation of approval, Aster picked him up bridal style, and walked slowly to the bedroom, kissing Jack all the way. He had managed to rid Jack of his sweater and was running his paws up and down his chest and stomach, nipping lightly at his shoulders when a sudden problem presented itself to both parties. Jack sat on his elbows, looking down at his stomach, Aster following suit.

(WARNING! SMUT AHOY!)

"…How are we going to do this?" he asked. They couldn't the usual way, and missionary wasn't fun unless you could GRAB the other. Both pondered the situation for a moment, before Aster went on the offensive. Pulling of Jack's pants, he kissed his inner thighs, slowly making his way to his stiff cock. Jack threw his head back gripping the sheets as Aster slowly licked his cock, paws gently massaging his ass. Aster grinned at the throaty groans coming from his mate, his tongue slowly inching down. Jack squeaked as a wet tongue pushed inside him, gently eating him out while he cursed.

"Fuuuuuuck Aster!" he groaned. The baby squirmed, the movements in Jacks muscles upsetting it's increasingly tighter space. Yet, Jack couldn't seem to care less, the electric sensations vibrating up his spine and through his nerves all the stronger thanks to his overly-sensitive body.

"Roll on your side Snowflake." Purred Aster, lightly pulling him in the right direction. Jack complied, and once he was comfortable Aster pushed up his leg, hooking it over his shoulder. He grabbed lube from the bedside table, making sure Jack watched as he drizzled the minty oil on his own length, coating a generous amount on his entrance.

"Hurry up!" groaned Jack, Aster slowly lining himself up and prodding his slicked entrance.

"Nope." Said Aster, slowly sliding in. The cold burned, but Aster would be lying if the cold didn't make it that much more arousing. Jack's complaints turned into gasps and squeaks as Aster slowly thrust in and out of him, going in gently but deep.

"Mnmm…Aster…" he moaned, cheeks a pleasant blue. "Please…faster!" Aster nodded, picking up the pace a bit, more concerned over Jack's comfort than screwing him through the mattress.

"Let me know if you don't like it." he whispered, stroking Jacks erection. Jack writhed pleasantly, turning his head to look at Aster. He lifted his arms up, giving him a pleading look.

"Please." He whispered. "I w-ah!-want you."Aster sat back, almost pulling out, and lifted Jack up so he sat in his lap, and burying himself deeper, much to Jack's pleasure. Aster had to maneuver like a contortionist to plant a kiss on his mate, slowly picking up speed as Jack's moans became for breathy and pleading. Jack's nails dug painfully into his chest, And Aster leaned back into the headboard to give Jack more space. Aster held onto Jack's hips, thumbs caressing the skin of his stomach.

"Think you can move for me Snowflake." He murmured huskily, Jack bouncing with each thrust. Jack nodded, and as Aster thrust up, he ground down, drawing throaty growls and screams of pleasure from each other's lips.

"Ah! Mnmm Aster!" gasped Jack. "Fuuuuuck! So nghn! Just a bit m-oooooh-re!"

"That's right." Growled Aster. "Cum for me, Snowflake." Jack screamed, his body quaking with the effort to keep moving. Aster held his hips still, and pounded in at a breathtaking pace, trying to bring himself to where Jack was. Aster, once his lust-clouded mind cleared, would declare it was perfect timing, but for now he could only call it heaven as he felt Jack's tight hole clench like a vice around him, brining him to orgasm as Jack's own milky ropes splattered on his furry chest, Jacks back arched and head back, fingers digging into Aster's knees as heat built up inside him and his body shook. Aster bobbed his hips, trying to drag out the euphoric feeling as long as possible. Finally, Jack slumped forward, Aster quickly rising to catch him. Gently, fully aware they were still connected, he lay Jack down on his side of the bed and slowly pulled out. He could see slight quivers under Jack's skin with the kit's kicks connected with it's Mother's stomach. Jack watched him through half lidded blue eyes, Aster grabbing a cloth and cleaning himself and Jack off.

"MiM…" sighed Jack, gripping Aster's paw as he tossed the cloth in the wash bin. "That was…"

"Fucking earth shattering?" asked Aster, grinning and raising an eyebrow. Jack swatted at him half heartedly before snuggling into his fur.

"Make me warm." He demanded, hugging his hips like a child with a teddy bear. Chuckling, Aster squirmed out of his grasp and resettled, only to be recaptured.

"Sweet dreams Snowflake." He sighed, caressing Jack's bare back. As Jack fell asleep, Aster gently rubbed circles on his stomach, a habit they had gotten into to calm the baby enough for Jack to fall asleep without trouble. Aster smiled softly at the slight pressure hitting his paw ever so often.

Jack didn't know it yet, but deep in another part of the Warren, Aster was clearing the charred remains from the sacred spot, the place they would officially christen their coming child and Joy to their fallen ancestors, and the day Aster shared with him the past he had, for hundreds of years, fought so desperately to forget, the pain too much.

But maybe this time, it would be alright. This time, he could remember, all because he had Jack to lean on, his long awaited (and unexpectedly chilly) candle in the dark.