Hips crashing together. Sweat dripping on him. Combined sweat. His and Malcolm's. The profiler's restraints tied tight on his wrists. Which was the only thing holding him in place. That and Malcolm's body weight. It was so strange. Raphael's thighs stung. As did the spot Malcolm's teeth were worrying over on his neck. It felt good. Wrong in some sense. Raphael's heels dug into the bed. Choking out little moans as Malcolm thrust into him. He stopped biting to kiss the shorter man. The kiss was deep, possessive, and slightly hurt. God, how long was this going to be? It already felt like forever. He groaned as Malcolm kissed his cheek. Quietly, the profiler stated,"See? It's not so bad. Feels good doesn't it, Raphie?"

"Y-yes.",he answered. It was good. Very good. Though some part of him felt uncomfortable. So very uncomfortable. Sex with his favorite character shouldn't be like this. Restrained. Sort of. Putting those thoughts aside, Raphael begged for more. Writhing under the criminal profiler. In a low voice, Raphael whined,"Please, more. I need you to choke me."

"You sure about that?",Malcolm asked. Oh, he wasn't entirely sure about it. But he had been interested in choking for a while. And didn't think Malcolm would cause him harm. Or at least too much harm. So when Raphael nodded, Malcolm grinned slightly. It was strange. Though he didn't have a chance to linger on it as the criminal profiler wrapped his hands around his neck. Tight enough to stop his breathing, obviously. But, definitely not enough to cause harm. At least, Raphael hoped it wouldn't. Ignoring this, he continued to squirm under Malcolm. Enjoying the slowing rhythm and how hard he was going. Just how Malcolm rained worshiping kisses on his face.

Yet, it felt off.

And through the haze of lust, he couldn't think straight. Or even why Malcolm was being so in control over it. Why he was so insistent in being Raphael's first too. At first it was just kissing. Something that the criminal profiler insisted on. "Building up" is what he called it. Taking the shorter man to bed. Undressing him. Then himself. Encouraging Raphael to touch him. Showing him the best ways to touch him. And experimenting with how Raphael liked it. Bringing him to the first of many orgasms for the night.

How many he's had since? Who knew. Raphael wasn't keeping count and he doubted Malcolm was either.

Of which, Raphael was wrong. As Malcolm was keeping a mental count of it. As he felt himself nearing his end, he gripped Raph's neck tighter. Loving the look on the shorter man's face. Tenth orgasm of the night. Ten for him. And one on the way for Malcolm. This one he couldn't stave off. Or even begin to. Shoving the thoughts away Malcolm pressed some more kisses to Raphael's lips. Quickly coming undone as he thrust slowly into him. Feeling slightly guilty for what he did. Releasing his bruising grip on Raphael's neck. Slightly admiring the marks he left. Not just the hand prints on Raphael's throat. But the bite mark too. A tiny smile on his face. That vanished as he gently pulled out.

Certain fluids came dribbling out. Not just Raphael's.

It made him squirm as he laid there. At first, he thought it was his own fluids. Own cum. Then realized it was too thick. His stomach twisted in knots and he froze in place. Unsure of what to think as he stared at Malcolm. Fully realizing just what the bad feelings were. What was just so uncomfortable about the whole thing.

He never saw Malcolm put on a condom. A creeping cold sensation washed over him as Malcolm kissed his cheek. A light peck. Gentle, chaste, and quite possibly apologetic. In a soft voice, Malcolm muttered,"I'm sorry, Raphie."

"But I can't let you leave me either.",he continued. Like Eve did. Or was trying to. Before her...Raphael winced as Malcolm touched his cheek. Swiping the tears off of his favorite character's face. Letting him free of the restraints. Laying on his side next to the shorter man. It made Raphael's skin crawl as he pulled him close. But was too tired to pull himself from the profiler's grip. Dimly wondering if Malcolm was planning this for Dani.

Or if Raphael was the only one being forced with child. From the kiss on the temple, he guessed it was just him. More tears flowed as Malcolm hushed him. Telling him that he was sorry. That Malcolm didn't mean to hurt him. In an even gentler tone, Malcolm added,"It's okay. We'll have help. Just you, me, and our little one."

'Martin was right. They're the same.',Raphael thought. Allowing the criminal profiler to hold him. "Comfort" him with terrible lies. Praying his condition, P.C.O.S, would prevent anything from happening.


Moments or maybe an hour or so later, Raphael got up. Trying his best to remain calm as he headed to the bathroom. To cry or wash up, he wasn't sure. But considered doing both. Showering to cover up the sounds of his crying. So Malcolm wouldn't try to "console"him. The whole experience made him feel sick. Despite this Raphael did his best to not convey his feelings. Yet, it seemed Malcolm already knew. But decided to give the shorter man space. Knowing that Raphael needed to collect himself.

That it would be an adjustment for them both. Malcolm also knew it would take more than one time. The conception wouldn't be easy. Thanks to Raphael's medical condition. But he knew that a diet change could help. Along with prenatal pills. Things that they, or rather he, could get tomorrow. For now, he'd focus on making the shorter man comfortable. Give him a chance to clean up. And to talk about things. After Malcolm took his own shower. Hopefully, the shorter man wouldn't attempt to escape. Or call for his team.

Especially, not call Gil or Dani.

Which Raphael had been planning on. Calling Gil, that is. Telling the older cop what Malcolm had done. And beg him to come get him. Maybe let him stay with him as well. A big "maybe". One Raphael hoped could happen.

Soon as he got the shower ready, he got in. Started crying almost immediately as well. Sitting in the tub part as he did so. It was just so horrible. Malcolm was trying to get him pregnant without his consent. Acting like it was a good thing. Despite him saying he never wanted kids. And neither did Raphael. As the shorter man didn't feel mentally fit to be a Father. Thanks to his personality and other terrible things. Pushing these thoughts aside, he slowly became aware he wasn't alone. As he felt the lean muscled arms of Malcolm around him. Pulling him into a tiny hug on the tub floor. Apparently having heard Raphael's cries and quietly broke in. It sent a shiver down his spine. But he ignored it as he asked,"Why are you doing this?"

"You need comfort.",Malcolm answered. It wasn't what the shorter man meant. And he knew this. But he couldn't explain himself just yet. Not until Raphael was successfully pregnant. Now wasn't the right moment. So, Malcolm kissed Raphael's temple. Then got him to his feet. Helping him wash his hair as he said,"This is a huge change for us both."

"It won't happen right away but, it will.",Malcolm continued. It made Raphael shake. In what the criminal profiler guessed was fear. Fear of either his roommate or the idea of pregnancy. Malcolm wasn't entirely sure. So he ignored the trembles as he added,"We'll be parents. Just us and Dani."

"Doubt Dani would approve of you doing this.",Raphael muttered. Which was probably true. Tricking others into pregnancy probably wouldn't sit right with her. So, Malcolm knew he had to convince his roommate this was fine. That Raphael wanted this too. AS he washed the conditioner out of Raphael's hair, it hit him. How to get the shorter man to be fine with it. In a gentle voice, he said,"Raphie, its just to help keep you here."

"Mother wants grandchildren and if you're pregnant...",Malcolm trailed off. Knowing Raphael would overthink things. Without him having to say or do much. Other than imply that Jessica might abandon him. Unless he had her son's child. And Raphael was doing just that. Cold feelings washing over him like the water. It was a bit scary. But, Raphael tried to ignore this. Looking down at his feet. Avoiding letting Malcolm see him cry. And took a deep breath as he got the soap. Turning to Malcolm as he asked,"Jess wouldn't just kick me out over that, right?"

"Me not having your kid?",Raph added. He hated how weak he sounded. How uncertain. This seemed really unlike her in his book. Then he remembered that Malcolm knew her better. After all, she was his mother. He'd lived with her most of his life. Of course, Malcolm knew her better. Malcolm gave a sympathetic sigh and nodded his head. Taking the soap from Raphael, he started to scrub him. As he worked, he said,"I know it sucks. But, we'll have each other."

"Dani, too. She's our girlfriend after all.",Malcolm added. Was she? Cuz she seemed to be more Malcolm's than his. Dani and himself seemed to be more friends rather than anything romantic. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Instead, he just allowed Malcolm to wash him. While he gathered his thoughts. The criminal profiler stated,"We'll be alright. Just the four of us."

"Preferably in a new home.",he stated. Figuring the loft wouldn't be big enough for him, Dani, Raphie, and the baby. Newborns needed their own rooms. At one point or another. Raphael asked,"So, we'll be doing this often until I'm pregnant?"

"Yes.",Malcolm answered. They both knew it would happen. First tries were for books or movies. This would take time and effort. Both they had. It made Raphael cringe a little. But said nothing on it as Malcolm finished washing him. As the criminal profiler worked on himself, Raphael asked,"Is Dani going to get pregnant next?"

"No, Raphie. Her job is much too stressful for that.",Malcolm answered. Which was true. And confirmed the shorter man's theory. Raphael was the incubator in Malcolm's eyes. Dani was his actual partner. As he got out of the shower, Malcolm said,"She'll help us with the pregnancy. I know it."

"You'll be safe during and after. I promise, Raphie.",he added. Then why did this make him feel so cold inside and out?