Author: VividZombie/Chuchucabose
Pairings: Sonny/Joel, Skrillex/Deadmau5, and Skrillmau5
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,871
Summary: A drunken night together that neither can remember begins to bring together Sonny and Joel, and let's not forget their new little bundle of joy!
Notes/Warnings: Lemon! BoyxBoy, and I do not own Sonny or Joel. They belong to each other. Mpreg and major smut. Enjoy! :3

Chapter 2

Sonny woke up to the feeling of silk sheets and an arm around his waist, heat radiating from where he presumed Joel had crawled in bed with him. He hummed and sunk deeper into those arms, content with the moment, as he let a smile grace his lips.

Joel pulled Sonny tighter to him, leaning over to glance at his face to check if he was awake. "What're you smilin' at so early?" Joel mumbled, taking a moment to rub the sleep out of his eyes before leaning down to place chaste kisses at Sonny's neck. He could feel Sonny stiffen before letting out a small gasp.

They still hadn't talked about the night before or what they were going to do or what any of this meant, even though Sonny knew what it meant for him, Joel was a whole other story. He was a mystery to Skrill's and that only made him want Joel more.

Joel untangled himself from the bed and the tempting sight of Sonny laying in it, his hair disheveled and his lips moist from where he watched his best friend dart his tongue out to swipe across them invitingly, He had to shake his head to clear his thoughts.

'Cold shower, coffee, talk.' Joel muttered to himself like a personal mantra as he went about his daily routine. When he was fully clothed and sitting at his kitchen table, steaming mug in hand, Sonny decided to walk out of his bedroom clad in nothing but the overly large hoodie Joel had worn yesterday. He had to bite his lip and glanced down to keep himself from reaching out and pushing everything off his table and taking sonny right then and there. He really needed to get these feelings under control, they were the reason they were in this mess in the first place. Besides he was straight anyway, right? He shouldn't be having these feelings for his best friend.

While Joel was mentally berating himself, Sonny was able to pour himself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch and seat himself across from Joel, fully focused on devouring the cereal. Neither of them knew what to say to start off the conversation they both desperately needed to have.

'Joel, I…" Sonny started but was cut off when Joel reached across the table to take Skrill's hand in his looking him straight in the eyes. Words rushed out of Joel's mouth before it was to late, "Sonny this is my fault and I take full responsibility and I want to help you take care of it, if you decided to keep if of course, I want to be in its life and see this out to the end. It's the least I could do." Sonny was touched, to say the least.

He knew that Joel was only staying because he felt guilty, but really he shouldn't have to. Sonny owed it to him to let him know what was going on but he shouldn't feel like he had to stay just because he was dumb and hadn't used protection. Granted he was smashed off his ass, but that's beside the point.

"Joel, you shouldn't stay just because you feel guilty. I want you to have a life. Go out and party and meet people and fall in love…" Sonny trailed off, glancing down to where he was fiddling with his fingers. "I promised you I wasn't leaving you alone and that's exactly what I'm doing. This child is mine too and God damn it I'm going to be a part of its life!" God Sonny could be so stubborn sometimes.

He watched as his best friends eyes filled with tears and quickly reached out to drag Skrill's onto his lap so he could brush his tears away. "Shh, shh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, I'm just frustrated. It's a lot to take in, you know?" Sonny's tears slowed down to just quiet sniffles as he calmed down. "I know. It's still kind of shocking to me too. To think there's this little life in me, you don't know how terrified I am." Skrill's confessed. "It's okay, because I'm terrified too. I'm going to be such a terrible father…" Joel replied dejectedly.

"Don't you dare say that! We are going to be amazing parents and raise the fuck out of our child!" Sonny grabbed his best friends face and pulled him for a brutal kiss, teeth clicking angrily against each other as noses smashed together awkwardly. It wasn't romantic at all, it was full of need and desperation and want; A want that Joel shouldn't have but couldn't stop from curling deep in his stomach.

Eyes wide with shock, it took Joel a moment to respond, eyes slipping closed he parted his lips, snaking his tongue out to ask permission into Skrill's mouth. Letting out a small gasp, Sonny parted his lips just enough to give him access to what he knew they both wanted, the kiss turning languid and smooth, fear melting as the realization that they were in this together began to sink in.

The slight touch of stubble and snake bites against his face was definitely new to Joel, but a good kind of new he decided as he weaved his hands into Sonny's hair tugging lightly to get a better angle at his lips. Picking Sonny up by the waist Joel stumbled into his bedroom, his best friends legs wrapped around his waist, lips never once breaking the kiss.

Skrill's grunted as he was plopped down onto the bed but it was replaced with a moan as Joel attacked his neck with playful nips, crawling on top to straddle his waist. Sonny watched with lidded eyes as Joel took the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head before starting on Skrill's next. 'Oh god, this is happening. This is really, really happening.' Sonny bit his lip nervously, whilst arousal washed over him with the anticipation of what Joel was going to do to him.

Joel kissed down Sonny's chest only stopping to suck a pink nipple into his mouth, being rewarded with a soft gasp as sonny tangled his fingers in Joel's short hair. "Joel, don't teaaase…" Sonny whined, his breath beginning to come faster as Joel rubbed the flat of his tongue across his nipple.

Head thumping back on the pillow, Joel watched as Sonny became undone piece by piece just from his hands. If this was the reaction he got so far he couldn't wait to see how far he could push his best friend before Sonny finally tumbled off that cliff into that complete white bliss.

Reaching down he cupped Sonny through his boxers, extremely grateful Sonny decided to not put pants on this morning, as he watched him arch his back, eyes slipping shut as his tongue came out to lick and bite at his full lips trying to shush himself.

Slipping his hand into Sonny's boxers he began to stroke him slowly, His breath ghosts along the cock in his hands, and he mewls low in the back of his throat at just how much he wants to fuck him already. Slipping his hand up Skrill's side he pushes three fingers into his mouth with a growled command of, "Suck." And Sonny did just that. Laving and moaning around the fingers like they were the best things he's tasted all day.

Deciding they were wet enough Joel glides the slick fingers down Sonny's body, coming to rest them right where he knew Sonny need them. While his fingers circle Skrill's hole, already clenching from pleasure Joel pushes one finger in to the first knuckle, crooking it slightly so he won't get pushed out.

Sonny mewls at that, and it's the most delicious sound he thinks he's ever heard – his best friend is purring like a kitten for him, spreading his legs and bucking his hips and Joel thinks he might just come, just from fingering his little goblin.

Joel slides his finger in a little deeper, stretching Sonny's hole out as best he can while he has a handful of his goblin, and he pulls his other hand away from balancing himself on the mattress, puts all his weight on his legs and fists the base of Sonny's cock, forming a tight ring for him to fuck into.

Sonny's close and Joel can tell. He pulls his fingers out, flipping sonny onto his stomach and spits on his palm, slicking himself up. Joel got rid of his own clothing ages ago, and so when he slides in, it's perfect skin against glorious heat.

Skrill's grips him like a vice, still so tight after so much preparation, and he fits around him like a glove that's one size too small. Joel moans, his chest rubbing along Sonny's bowed back, forming himself perfectly against the curve of his lover's pleasure-seized body. They both moan when he bottoms out.

They stay like this for a moment, Joel giving Sonny time to adjust to the feeling of being completely filled with him. He pulls out and slams back into his little goblin, groaning low in his throat, because even in his wildest imaginings he never believed it could have been this good.

"Joel…" Sonny reaches back and digs his long fingers into Joel's ass, urging his friend back inside of him.

Joel smirks. "You're such a little slut for it, aren't you?" he growls, but obeys Sonny's needy request and thrusts back into him, building up a slow, harsh rhythm, rearing back so he can get a good look at Sonny – his Sonny. "All flushed and panting and just begging for my cock."

"Yes, Joel…yes, fuck…" Sonny's hair is plastered to his face and neck, face set in an expression of ecstasy as he tries to look back and see his lover, and his eyes are bright and hazel when they meet Joel's deep blue. Sonny moans at the sight. "Joel, please…"

"Please, what, Sonny? What do you need?" Joel asks, smirking.

Sonny whines again, and fuck, Joel might just come at that – at seeing his Sonny, reduced to such an animal just by being fucked. Joel quickens his pace, because he knows he's not going to last long.

Sonny cries out – screams, more like – and his whole body convulses, wrenching Joel's orgasm from him just as Joel draws out Sonny's. All Sonny can feel is heat and fire and love, and it feels like coming home.

Joel slumps forward to weak to stand on wobbly knees, pressed firmly against the curve of his goblins back, panting hard as he came down from his high. Rolling over they lay cuddled together, sated and content, Skrill's head resting on Joel's chest while an arm wrapped tightly around him.

There's a touch so gentle that it's like it's not even there, so gentle that it doesn't register at first, against his forehead, a pair of lips that caress against his heated skin. That's the last thing Sonny feels before he gives into the blackness pulling at his mind.