Baby Blues
Never again.
Never again would Albel allow himself to submit.
He would kill himself with his own sword before he turned uke for a second time.
Albel stared at the bathroom ceiling, mulling over the events of the past hour. He had been trying to forget everything that happened since Fayt stabbed him in the back (literally), but the nasty little pain in his backside kept coming back as a reminder of his first uke moment. And a baby would soon emerge as a permanent reminder of that horrifying moment. And once it become obvious he was pregnant, everyone would know.
Not only had he been humiliated, but his ass hurt and his ego was ripped to shreds. At least the hot water was helping with the pain (which, to tell the truth, was not that bad because the swordsman had suffered far worse injuries), but the fact remained that Albel was now royally pissed and emotionally scarred.
He had been made an uke.
His younger lover had reduced Albel the Wicked to an uke.
And that younger lover, who Albel had now resolved to destroy as soon as he confirmed he was pregnant, even had the nerve to be proud about it! Albel scowled and sank lower into the water, his long hair floating around him like lank seaweed. Yes, the first thing he was going to do when he managed to get out of the bath was kill the father of his baby for ruining the reputation of terror he had spent a lifetime building.
Fayt deserved every moment of pain for making Albel the Wicked enjoy being topped.
FLASHBACK"You like that, huh?"
Attempting to hide the fact that he was indeed liking it, Albel scrunched himself into a tighter ball, growled "No" and tried to ignore the fingertips caressing his back. But when warm lips started sucking and nibbling gently on his ear and neck, he knew he was a goner. Apris, Fayt must have been paying more attention during foreplay than he realised because all his best techniques were being used against him!
The bluenette smirked when he felt Albel shudder and continued to tease his lover, seeking out the spots which he hoped might make Albel more submissive when it was time to make their baby.
Albel gritted his teeth when the fingers started wandering lower and lower. The worst thing about this whole mess was that he wanted Fayt to do it; he wanted to feel what Fayt could do to him.
Sweat began trickling down his temple and Albel clenched his fists, desperately hanging onto the image of a miniature Albel beating the Vox heir senseless for the first time. He was putting himself through this horror for a Nox baby, for his little boy, dammit, not his own twisted curiosity!
"Bel," Fayt cooed sweetly into his ear, "honey, you have to relax. If you tense up, it will hurt no matter how gentle I am."
Albel started grinding his teeth, staring fixedly at the wall. Five minutes. Five minutes and this nightmare would be over. All he had to do was relax and endure five eternal minutes of hell and then he could reclaim his rightful position as seme and Fayt could return to being his uke.
The younger man licked his cheek teasingly and whispered, "Are you ready for me, Bel? Or," a hand slid down to cup one buttock playfully, "should I find out for myself?"
"Just get on with it," he growled in reply, resisting the urge to fling himself off the bed and grab the Crimson Scourge. "Before I kill you with my bare hands."
Fayt pouted, but slid both hands lower, relishing his moment of dominance over Albel. As much as he wanted to make this little slice of heaven last for hours more, there was a limit to the chances of successful impregnation with the potion and Albel was bound to snap in a matter of minutes. And Fayt would hate for them to end up half-killing each other on the day their baby was conceived.
He took a deep breath, his movements slow and careful, and gently eased himself into Albel.
Albel stiffened immediately, fingers twitching as they scrabbled to get hold of a blade. Naturally, his first thought was to kill. He even considered throwing Fayt off and sleeping with a woman to get a Nox baby to avoid this disgrace.
But as they progressed, as Fayt improved with every vigorous thrust, his thoughts turned from bloody murder to something entirely un-Albel like. When his vision exploded into thousands of stars, Albel Nox finally did the unthinkable.
He embraced his Inner Uke.
END FLASHBACKDamn Fayt. Damn him to hell.
It was his fault for being so good that Albel actually enjoyed being dominated for those brief moments!
Albel sank below the surface and wished that Apris would be merciful and end his misery with one swift stroke. He opened his eyes underwater and glared at his flat stomach. "You had better be worth it," he gurgled ominously, sending murderous bubbles towards his foetus, which had hopefully taken root somewhere by now.
"Albel? Are you still in there?"
He ignored the tentative knock and sank deeper until he was lying on the bottom of the bathtub.
In the other room, Fayt leaned against the door, wondering if he should just barge in. Albel had been in there a long time and he was getting a little worried. The swordsman had a tendency to be somewhat melodramatic at times, particularly when he was upset.
"You have to be careful, or you might end up looking like a wrinkled old prune," he called again.
Albel made a sound of disgust and watched the bubbles from his mouth float to the surface. He would give Fayt five seconds to leave before he hauled himself out of the tub and went after him to exact revenge. And if the bluenette even dared to think of joining him in the bath, there was no telling of how much bloodshed and terror would be unleashed.
"Mind if I join you?"
One red eye opened and stared at the blue smudge waving above his head. "No," he snarled.
But all Fayt heard was "glub", which he translated as "yes".
"Mmm, the water feels great," he commented, as he stripped off his pants and tested the warm water with one finger.
Albel watched the bluenette lower himself into the opposite end of the bath. Dammit, where was the Crimson Scourge when he needed to destroy someone?
"Um, Bel, you mind moving so I can sit down?"
Albel huffed and sat up, but only because he needed air, not because Fayt asked him to. "Do as you like, fool." If the boy even attempted to touch him now or do anything suspicious, Albel was going to nail him, destruction gene and all.
Fayt relaxed and closed his eyes, letting himself sink up to his neck. The hot water was soothing, washing away the stickiness and spreading his languid mood all over his body. He was content to stay like this until the water got cold or Albel kicked him out. But when he felt the familiar gaze burning holes through him, his eyes fluttered open.
"What?"
"Why did you do it?"
Fayt blinked and grinned shyly, a blush colouring his cheeks. "You know why I wanted to."
Albel scowled. Unfortunately, he had to agree with Fayt that he was very doable (which was why the Nox genes had to be passed on even at the cost of his own pride and honour). And who in their right mind would pass up the chance to screw Albel Nox?
"No, fool, I meant make a baby. Simply wanting to dominate me is not reason enough for you of all people to agree to have a child - especially with me. Besides, I thought you would be 'wasting your youth' if you tied yourself down now."
The bluenette was quiet, staring at the water for several moments until he looked up and smiled. "The idea of being called daddy started to appeal to me," he admitted cheerfully. "And if we have a baby together, it will be that much harder for you to get rid of me."
There were other reasons, of course, but ones that he was not willing to share yet, even with Albel.
Albel narrowed his eyes, knowing that there was something more, but he knew how frustrating it was for someone to push for details so he let it slide. "Fine," he said shortly, closing his eyes and leaning back. "But we never agreed that you would be called daddy. That will be my title."
"So what's the kid supposed to call me?"
Albel smirked, pretending to think before replying.
"I think 'maggot' would be rather appropriate."
THREE WEEKS LATER
Albel was lying flat on his back, feeling nauseas and more irritable than usual when the box landed on his stomach. "What is this?" he growled, not bothering to sit up. If he did, he might give in to the urge to throw up the dry biscuit he had managed to eat for breakfast.
"Home pregnancy test," Fayt replied, scrutinising his lover carefully. He was looking pale (which was normal) and he was edgy (which was even more normal) and he was diligently avoiding any food, particularly in the morning. That was not normal. Albel may have been skinny, but he never missed a meal when he could help it – the man practically breathed in food when he was training.
The swordsman examined the box, squinting at the alien writing before glaring at Fayt for an explanation.
"You have to pee on the stick."
"I have to what on a stick?" Albel promptly ripped the box open, emptying the contents onto his lap and stared at the small white stick with a colourless strip. "How is that going to tell me if I am pregnant or not?"
"Look, you just pee on that strip there and it changes colour. If it turns blue, we have to try again. If it turns red, then congratulations, we have a Nox on the way."
Albel frowned, examining the ordinary little strip. "Is this one of those strange 'science' things you keep prattling on about?" he asked suspiciously, holding the strip away from his body as if it was suddenly going to attack.
"Well, when a woman is pregnant, her body releases certain hormones which can be detected in her urine. If you are pregnant, they should show up when you pee on the stick."
"Surely there must be another more dignified way to tell than peeing on a bloody stick, Fayt."
"Ah, no. Not for a man."
Grumbling under his breath, Albel lurched to his feet and wobbled his way to the bathroom with Fayt following behind him.
FIVE MINUTES (AND A TINKLE) LATER
Fayt paced back and forth outside the bathroom, wondering why he was so nervous. He was positive that Albel was pregnant, but having the test would make the baby a reality. In nine months, Albel would be bringing another person into the world… his child. Swallowing nervously, he kept his eyes locked on the door. When it opened, he was felt like he was ready to faint.
Silently, Albel held up the strip.
It was red.
TBC