There’s misinformation about CCs not being good creators and/or having fertility issues (not helped by some being crafted shoddily or missing parts entirely). Prowl is smart and knows these are tactics made to further divide Cybertron.
After yet another miscarriage though he can’t help but start to believe he’s not meant to be a creator. He stops dating entirely, not wanting to experience another partner’s disappointment.
And then Mesothulas happened. Prowl’s secret partner in crime had made many promises to Prowl, including that they would be able to have a sparkling of their own. Prowl believed him, even allowed Mesothulas to experiment on his frame to allow for a successful carrying and a strong sparkling.
That’s why it pains him to have to let go of Ostaros. He went through so much to have him, endured a heartbreak he hadn’t known in a long time, only to have to pretend to be a stranger.
🥀🥀 How Unfair That Even Broken Hearts Must Keep Beating 🥀🥀
A very angsty and sad one-shot I decided to share as part of bucktommy mpreg weekend. This oneshot is a totally different universe than my other mpreg weekend fics.
I guess this could be considered a fic for day two or day three (hence why I'm posting it at 2am on the 31st) ?? Anyway it's here and on ao3
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Tommy knew something was wrong the moment he woke up, and it didn’t take him much longer to realize what it was. He cringed as he moved which made the cramps low in his stomach feel worse, and he pulled back the blankets on the bed to reveal a large and dark bloodstain on the sheets. Tommy let out a shaky breath as he dropped the blankets back down and and just laid there for a minute or several, taking it in.
The first time he miscarried he’d been almost 9 weeks along, he noticed the bleeding almost immediately, and Evan drove him to the ER because it was the middle of the night and they wanted to know if it was too late or if something could be done to stop it from happening. In the ER a kind doctor did an ultrasound and delicately informed Tommy and Evan that unfortunately they’d lost the baby as they held each other and cried.
The second time Tommy had been 7 weeks along, and after the first loss he’d been a little more wary about the whole thing. And it turned out he was right to be, because the morning of what was meant to be the confirmation ultrasound he started cramping. At the ultrasound, while Evan gripped his hand, the obstetrician confirmed Tommy had been pregnant, but it had stopped developing and Tommy would likely start bleeding anytime, and sure enough by dinner time he was. Him and Evan held each other in bed that night. Evan cried just as much as the first time, while Tommy shed a few less tears- not because he didn’t care, but because he didn’t let himself get as attached as he did last time.
And now this was the third time. He’d been 10 weeks along- 10 weeks 4 days to be exact. Just 10 days away from the second trimester. Evan was on a shift and would be for several more hours. Part of Tommy wanted to call Evan and ask him to come home now- he knew if he did Evan would move heaven and earth to get home as fast as humanly possible. Another part of Tommy, however, pointed out that Evan’s presence wouldn’t make much of a difference except for in the matter of Tommy’s comfort and Tommy wasn’t sure how much more of that he deserved.
The last two miscarriages Evan had been so amazing and so supportive of Tommy through all of it- in what he said, in what he did and didn’t do, in his presence and his time. Like with so many other things, Evan had been absolutely perfect. He’d been so kind and gentle and took excellent care of Tommy. Of course Evan had been grieving too, but he managed to find the perfect balance of grieving with Tommy, and on his own, and with just letting Tommy grieve.
And as much as Tommy wanted his husband to come home right now and hug him, and hold him, and strip the bedding and do the laundry without being asked, and then hold him some more, Tommy didn’t know if he deserved it anymore. How many times could Tommy miscarry until Evan got fed up and stopped caring? How many times could Tommy miscarry before they realized he was just defective and they weren’t going to have a baby? How many times until Evan left Tommy to find someone who wasn’t broken and could give him the children Evan deserved?
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair the first time, or the second, and not now. And now Tommy had reason to believe it really was his fault. The first time? Devastating but it happens. Twice? A coincidence. But three times? Now it was a pattern. Tommy had a pattern of being unable to carry a pregnancy into the second term.
Except of course, for the one time he had. There was one time he’d made it to the second trimester. And of course that was the time he threw it away. After Tommy and Evan’s hook up- months after their breakup- Tommy had gotten pregnant. He hadn’t realized at first though because it’d been early, and then Bobby died and threw everyone and everything into a tailspin, and Tommy blamed his symptoms on the grief and the stress of the reprimands and punishment he’d received from the department. Tommy hadn’t even known he was pregnant until he was 13 weeks along. He and Evan weren’t back together yet, Evan was still grieving- still a mess. And Tommy didn’t want Evan to feel trapped, nor did he feel ready to have a child by himself. The timing was the worst it could possibly be. And so Tommy exercised his right to choose, and had an abortion at 14 weeks pregnant without having even told Evan there’d been a baby.
And now Tommy couldn’t help but wonder if the miscarriages were his punishment, or if he’d have a healthy pregnancy now if not for the abortion then. Tommy had felt guilty after the abortion, and coming clean to Evan about it when they were discussing getting back together had eased some of the guilt. But now that guilt was back in full-force and was combined with the guilt of being unable to do something his body had been made to do.
Tears slid down Tommy’s cheeks. It wasn’t fair. He’d done everything right. Everything. Anything that even had a remote possibility of being unsafe for the baby he’d avoided. He’d grounded himself from flying immediately, took a desk-job position just to keep himself and the baby safe. He took his prenatal vitamins, he got more than enough sleep, drank water like it was going out of style, and made sure to eat well-balanced nutritious meals and watch his calories to ensure he was consuming neither too little or too much. He’d done everything right. And yet for some reason, it still ended in another loss.
Evan wanted to be a dad so badly, and he was so amazing with kids, and Tommy had really begun to get excited at the idea of being a dad too and starting a family with Evan. Excited at the idea of putting together a nursery, of quiet late nights holding and rocking a baby to sleep and just staying up holding them for hours, having a little baby Buckley-Kinard running around, teaching them about the world, giving them all the love and affection and experiences he never got as a child. Tommy had never really thought he wanted those things before, and just when he realized he did in fact want them, suddenly the universe wouldn't allow him to have it.
Tommy eventually managed to get out of the bed. He was on his feet just long enough to change his clothes, put a stupid pad in his underwear to catch the blood, grab a heating pad, and make his way to the couch where he curled right back up- heating pad pressed to his stomach and a blanket wrapped tight around him. Tommy was in too much physical pain to worry about the sheets or the bedding right now, and too much emotional turmoil to allow himself the luxury of cleaning the dry blood off his ass, thighs, balls, or dick. He wasn’t sure if he fell asleep or not, but the next thing he knew it was dark out and Evan was walking through the door.
“Tommy! I’m home!” Evan called out cheerfully.
A tear slid down Tommy’s cheek and he pulled the blanket tighter around himself. He suddenly wished Evan didn’t have to know yet, but it was too late to hide it now and it wouldn’t be fair to Evan to hide it anyway. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Evan to know, but Tommy didn’t want to have to admit to another failure just yet- not when he knew how much it was going to break his husband’s heart. The couch Tommy was on faced away from the front door, so he had at least a couple more seconds before he had to face the music.
Buck frowned when he got no response from Tommy. The lights were all off in the house, but Tommy’s truck was in the garage. Buck slid off his shoes and silently made his way to the bedroom, figuring maybe Tommy had fallen asleep early. He got to their room and turned on the hall light outside their room, just to have enough light to see if Tommy was in there, but it didn’t seem he was. Buck turned on the light in their room and found Tommy definitely wasn’t in bed, but there was a large bloodstain on the sheets. Buck’s heart fell as it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was, and then his heart-rate picked up with worry for Tommy.
Had Tommy gone to the hospital? It’d make sense that he maybe took an Uber or a taxi to take him as opposed to driving himself. But why hadn’t Tommy called Buck? When did this happen? Was Tommy okay- obviously he wasn’t mentally/emotionally okay- but was Tommy physically okay all things considered? Buck grabbed his phone from his pocket to check that he hadn’t missed any calls or texts, and found his phone was as dry as the Sahara. He hadn’t missed anything. He raced back towards the door, ready to hop back in his Jeep and drive to the nearest emergency room.
“I’m right here, Evan.” Tommy croaked when he heard Evan racing to the door and beginning to unlock it. Clearly Evan had found the bloodstain on the sheets and begun to panic, and as much as Tommy wasn't ready to face the guilt of another loss, he didn't want to make things any harder on Evan either.
Buck relocked the door and stepped into the living room. He clicked on a lamp and found Tommy curled up on the couch. Tommy’s face was red and his eyes were swollen from crying, and the sight broke Buck’s heart all over again. “Tommy,” He said gently as he kneeled down next to the couch to come face to face with his husband.
A fresh wave of tears started sliding down Tommy’s cheeks. “I’m sorry,” He started.
“Hey, no,” Buck shook his head and tried to blink back his own tears as he cupped Tommy’s face with one hand. “It’s not your fault.”
“It is.” Tommy sniffled. “Something’s wrong with me. This shouldn’t keep happening.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” Buck insisted. “You did everything just right, and nothing you did caused this to happen. You don’t need to apologize for this.”
More tears slid down Tommy’s cheeks. “But you really want this- you want to be a dad. And you’d be a really good one too if I didn’t keep messing up. If I hadn’t killed the one that survived. You deserve someone better. Someone who can give you what you want, Ev-”
It was clear Tommy was spiraling and Buck was having none of it. “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,” Buck stopped him gently. “Listen to me. What I want is you, okay? First and foremost, every time, all the time. You. Okay? You are what I want- my beautiful, smart, witty, firefighter-pilot husband with the driest, bitchiest sense of humor ever. Sure, a kid or kids would be nice, but I can be and have been happy without them. What I can’t be happy without is you. I never want to hear you say something like that again Tommy- about deserving someone better? There’s no such thing honey. There’s no one better for me than you, and I love you, and I want you, and I have a government issued piece of paper that says you’re not allowed to run away from me because I don’t ever want you to, got it?”
Tears continued streaming down Tommy’s face. “But the baby,”
“Of course I’m sad that you lost the baby.” Buck admitted. He was gutted. They’d been so close and it wasn’t fair. But it wasn’t Tommy’s fault and no matter how much Tommy blamed himself, Buck didn’t blame Tommy for a second- Tommy had wanted each pregnancy just as much as Buck. Sometimes life was just cruel like that, and there was nothing Buck could do to fix what had happened. “Trust me. But right now the only thing I can do to feel better about what happened is to take care of you. So what can I do?”
Tommy sniffled hard and took a couple very shaky uncontrolled breaths. After what felt like an eternity he finally managed to speak. “Can you fix the bed so we can go lay down together?” He spoke nervously, still afraid to ask Evan for what he needed. He was still afraid to need anything, to let himself ask for what he needed, to let Evan take care of him.
“Of course I can.” Buck nodded. He kissed Tommy’s forehead, then stood and went to their room to do the fastest most thorough job he could. He removed the sheets and the mattress protector and thankfully nothing had soaked through to the mattress. He put those in the wash so Tommy wouldn’t have to see them later, and put new sheets on the bed then made the bed only as much as it needed to be made at the moment. Once Buck was done he went back to the living room, unplugged Tommy’s heating pad, then went over to the couch and picked Tommy up bridal style.
Tommy didn’t even register that Evan had come back into the room until he was being picked up. “Evan-” Tommy started to protest.
“Don’t squirm or I could drop you.” Buck warned as he began carrying Tommy to their room. With all the morning sickness, and the miscarriages, and all the diet changes, and all the grief over the last several months, Tommy had dropped a bit of weight- not a whole lot, though enough Buck was undoubtedly bigger and stronger than Tommy right now. But it didn’t change the fact that Tommy was still a 200-ish pound man and he wasn’t exactly the easiest to carry. Regardless, Buck successfully got Tommy to their room and gently deposited him on the bed and plugged his heating pad back in.
“Thank you.” Tommy whispered.
“It’s the least I could do.” Buck insisted as he quickly slipped off his jeans and hoodie, leaving him in a t-shirt and boxers. He climbed into bed behind Tommy and held him. “How’s this?” Buck asked gently. He felt like he should be doing more, but he didn’t want to risk overwhelming Tommy by trying to do more than what Tommy needed.
After a moment’s hesitation Tommy clung to his husband's arms- holding him in place. Tommy still didn’t feel like he deserved the care or attention, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t grateful for it. Despite the pain and the heartbreak, Tommy felt safe and loved with Evan’s arms wrapped around him. He’d spent the last several hours feeling like he was seconds away from falling apart into a million pieces, and now Evan’s embrace was there to hold him together. “Thank you.” Tommy whispered.
“For what?” Buck asked gently as he carded his fingers through Tommy’s hair.
Tommy sniffled and looked up at Evan. “For loving me anyway.”
Buck stared at his husband for a moment, a million thoughts and feelings racing through his mind all at once. He pulled Tommy in close to his chest and kissed Tommy’s head. “Always.” He whispered and kissed Tommy’s head again. “Always.”
Warning: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heat, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, scared boys, asthma, MF being a meddling alpha, threats, Dom almost snapping, Collette being a saint, awkward boys, sweet kisses, teasing each other, back handing, blood, deep talks, Big Bad Things revealed, past SA, past miscarriage, terrible parents, past major abuse (seriously! Keep yourselves safe!), self hate, mentions of killing, past murder threats from family, pregnancy talks, terrified Kells, playful insults, body worship, trigger talks, boys getting naked, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: lets say explicit
All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤
Dom could feel his asthma acting up as he ran back to the place his lover called home. His mate. His family. He made something pure from himself and he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had an errant thought he hoped he didn't give his child his shite lungs but even that made him smile. He made a baby. With Colson. His mate.
For once he went on the elevator when he reached the hotel. He was pretty sure the staff would allow him but as he reached to push the button he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of his forearm. Oh. Oh! His omega bit him! His mark had marked him back. Fighting or not it must have counted to their bodies. If the Alpha hadn't been so excited he would have facepalmed himself.
His phone went off and he picked it up to find a simple text. It was from the omega he was heading to see as if Kells could feel him approaching. For a second he couldn't figure out the meaning of the string of numbers but when the glass box stopped and refused to open on the correct floor it all made sense. A pass code. Mr. Gun was welcoming him back. With a smile that hurt his cheeks and felt near manic Dom typed in the code but the moment the doors opened his glee vanished. Or retreated. He could still feel it in his chest but it was hiding, his childlike happiness protecting itself from another bad Alpha. “Megan.” He growled as his hand reached for the bag at his hip. He didn't even carry his regular kit anymore after Col had made so many playful jokes. He didn't need the full thing but he never went anywhere without at least one blade. And that bitch was about to see what it felt like.
“Hey Daddy’s bitch. I thought I ran you off.” She purred, winking at him as they faced off in front of the elevator. “I honestly thought I'd find you in pieces on the sidewalk.”
She saw him. She knew he was outside the window and she'd kissed his mate to mark what she claimed as hers. “Not so easy to get rid of but I figured I should take out Col’s trash like a good mate.” He matched her energy even though all he wanted was to find his omega and… well he hadn't decided what to do yet. He just worried about letting his lover see him like that. They weren't hidden, there was a small hallway entrance from the elevator but it was open to the flat. Somewhere his family was waiting for him.
“I should have known he'd pick a pussy. Look at you being a good little leashed bitch. I guess that's why it couldn't work between him and I, I have to be on top.”
“I get you fink tha’s an insult but you obviously don't know good pussy. I feel bad for whoever you convince to fuck you.” This was what he loved, those moments before a kill where they traded verbal barbs. She might be a spider weaving her web but he was often compared to a cat. It wouldn't be hard to bat this bitch to death.
Megan stepped closer, standing on tiptoe to press herself close. He knew she was trying to show she wasn't scared of him but it didn't prove shite to him. “You should ask your bitch omega. He knows mine is magic.”
“Dom? You here?” The killer was distracted by his lover's voice instantly and Megan slipped out of the apartment as she laughed. His urges were burning inside him but they died down as the other man walked out to join him.
“You look-” They started to speak at the same time and stopped short. While they would normally playfully insult each other they couldn't at the moment. Everything felt strange.
“I was worried you wouldn't come back.” Kells made himself be honest. Open. His mother had told him he had to try.
“Oh? Cause of tha’ bitch? Nah. We good.” The Alpha shrugged, his heart in his throat. Col was still shirtless and his gaze kept dropping to that anarchy tat. Somewhere inside was something he helped make.
“We aren't. I fucked up. I mean, it's not like I owe you shit but…” Kells felt his emotions on a thin fuse. His eyes burned as if he might cry. He swallowed whatever he was about to say as his mother tried to sneak from his bedroom to the front door. The woman couldn't be stealth to save her life.
“Happy to see you back. You feeling better?” She asked of Dom as she stopped next to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
He gave her a genuine smile and a soft hug. “M’great. Don't worry luv, I got ‘em.” He gave her a little wink and even though she had no thoughts of him of the sort she still blushed. There was something incredibly charming about the father of her grandchild. Oh. Oh absolutely not. That thought sobered her right up.
“You kids play nice.” She teased as she stepped to the door and paused a moment before making her exit. “Dom sweetheart, I was thinking of offering you and your brother the apartment down the hall. Do you think Tom would like it?” Oh, so it wasn't just Colson who had been occasionally texting his best friend. They were all getting to know each other. The Alpha might actually have a family. Shite.
“I fink as long as it's got good WiFi he's ‘appy.” Dom grinned back as his lover floundered behind them.
As the door closed and they were left alone- Kells thought, he felt a little awkward again. “Fuck me I guess. Could have sworn I was the boss.”
“No you couldn't.” Dom joked with a happy smile and Colson chuckled.
“No I couldn't.” He took a deep breath as the Alpha walked closer and let that scent comfort him. “You came back.”
Dom’s grin grew wider. “Ya needed me.”
“Fuck you.” Kells huffed back, reaching for the other man's hand. “Do me a favor?”
“Any’fing.” And Dom meant it.
Colson didn't use words, he didn't have to. He just yanked his lover's scarred arm and pulled the smaller man flush against him, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. “I fhought you ‘ated kisses.”
“Mmm. Had to get her off my face.” The words were muttered between gentle pecks, neither was ready for much more. Together didn't mean everything was fixed. They were both too scarred for that. “She made me puke.”
“Oh yeah? ‘Ope you rinsed ya mouf out.” Dom joked, his mouth parting as his omega licked playfully over the seam of his lips.
“Mmm no, you're better than Listerine.” Col laughed and made a noise like a squeak when the Alpha squeezed his hips.
They stood in the doorway of Colson's bedroom for a while, sharing kisses and wandering touches. It felt like a metaphor for all they were going through. The in-between. Did they go to the bedroom or did the Alpha leave? Dom knew he couldn't go but he couldn't just fall into bed yet either.
He took a breath and eased back from the kiss but he didn't pull his hands away. If the omega needed space he could take it. He wouldn't disconnect. “‘Ow long you known?”
The words felt like cold water on Col's head but he didn't pull away. Not yet. The comforting hold started to feel suffocating but he leaned back against the doorframe and met the younger man's gaze. “Know what?”
“Come on Cols. I might be daft but it's your body. We should ‘ave talked about it by now. You need to see a doctor or summat.” The thought made Dom’s pulse quicken and his stomach sour. He fucking hated doctors. Maybe a midwife?
“I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Come on, let's lay down.” Colson stepped away but he pulled his Alpha after him. He was trembling all over but he thought he might could stop the killer from talking another way.
“Colson come on, ya mum told me. I should ‘ave known but I fhought- I won't explain wha’ I fhought cause you'll fink I'm daft but… We need to talk about our b-” Or not. Kells backhanded his Alpha so hard Dom stumbled back against the door frame. In-between again so soon, but he caught himself and stepped closer. Refusing to be pushed away so easily.
“S-sorry. I didn't mean-”
“It's okay. Ain't upset. It's a lot, I get it. Especially wiv ‘ow you live. I understand but we need-”
“The fuck you do!” Colson didn't mean to scream. He didn't mean to use so much volume his throat hurt. He didn't mean to shake and he definitely didn't mean for his eyes to fill so full he almost cried. He couldn't lose his shit. They were so close to making it work.
Dominic took a deep breath and the scent of terrified omega hurt his heart. He didn't want to make his love cry but they needed to talk and too many pieces of the puzzle were starting to click into place. He didn't want to scare his mate so he walked around to his side of the bed. He kept his distance but sat down, facing away for a moment. He couldn't look at the man while he spoke. He knew that sometimes the only way to make someone feel safe opening up was to know someone else had been through a similar battle.
Kells didn't move. He couldn't. He could feel something dark and twisted between them but it didn't feel wrong. It was as if their masks had fallen away completely and their devils were meeting each other. He just stayed standing next to the bed and met Dom’s eyes in the reflection of the shower wall.
“Me dad was so bloody exited to ‘ave a baby Alpha. Me mum told me it was the best day of ‘is life when I were born. Tha’ didn't last. Pretty soon I showed signs of asthma and he got upset he was given a broken kid.” Dom shrugged but it was only the beginning and Col could tell. “Me parents fucking ‘ated each over. Me dad beat me mum a lot. And me. He said the only good fings about ‘megas was a wet cunt, a willing slave, and a top price broodmare. But he didn't even marry one. Mum was a beta. He said one weren't good enough for tha’.” He sighed, hunching in on himself as he neared the first part he had to fight to say aloud.
“When I were about seven I got a lil sister. Ended up wiv two but… summat really broke in ‘im after ‘er. It probably always was. She was like you. An omega. Beautiful and sweet and so small. He was pissed. He wanted to sell ‘er right away but mum convinced him to wait. Dad he… he must ‘ave fhought I should ‘ave felt summat wiv ‘er around because when I jus’ treated ‘er like me sister he took me to a d-doctor. Beta bitch said he ‘ad a special test. He were jus’ a sick fuck who liked touching little boys. When I didn't pop a knot he said I were broken.”
Kells choked on a breath and his knees felt too weak to hold him up. He sat on the bed and Dom turned to face him, sitting sideways with one leg bent on the mattress. The omega couldn't speak yet but he stayed facing the man in front of him. He could at least show him that respect.
“Beatings got worse. He fhought he could force me to be a better Alpha and not be so bloody soft. I kept me sisters safe until… when I got a bit older and still didn't ‘ave a proper rut he… One night he brought a lady ‘ome. She was ‘is age about and I fink he'd been fucking ‘er on the side. ‘Ell if I know. He put a gun to me ‘ead and told me if I didn't fuck ‘er right he'd kill me. I still couldn't… But she did anyway.” Colson couldn't stop a small sob from escaping and Dom’s red gaze locked on his. “Funny fing... I 'it puberty a monf later around me next birfday. Jus' a late bloomer. When I say I understand…” He shrugged with a self deprecating smile.
The omega took a shaking breath and spoke so fast he wasn't even sure he made sense. “I was pregnant when my dad sold me. I lost… lost them after mom and Travis took me in. He- my dad's brother he… and my father caught him. Of course an omega's word didn't mean shit. I was too much like my mom. He left me for dead in the hands of a trafficker. If Travis hadn't found me…” He paused for a moment, his head dizzy and his stomach sick. Was this supposed to help? Make them closer? Wouldn't his Alpha leave after knowing he was broken? “I was twelve.” His large hand dropped to cup his stomach momentarily before it fell between them on the bed. “I didn't know. I didn't know until they were gone. Mom helped me and let me go on blockers. So you see… I can't do what you think. I'm broken.”
Dom's brows furrowed and his heart hurt. His mate was so very wrong but he was scared to push. He was starting to realize why Collette asked him to be patient. He just hoped their child could be too. “I don't fink you are. Or if you is, I am too and maybe we got the right shattered parts to make summat whole and beautiful togever.” He soothed.
“You're a fucking freak. I hope you know that.” The omega offered a playful tease as their fingers met and twined between them. Just that gentle touch gave him butterflies.
It was hard for Dom. He was desperate to show his child love and to make sure they were safe and sound but he knew his lover's mental state was easily tipped over the edge. He couldn't push too hard or he might lose them both. Everything was so new even though it felt so deep. “If you could… would it be summat you want?” He asked carefully.
“If I could- which I can't so don't get any ideas, yeah I think I'd like to. But I can't.”
Dom huffed a soft laugh at his stubborn lover. “But you been sick-”
“Nightmares.”
“And you obviously got a problem wiv scents,”
“She stank. She's not my fucking Alpha and she forced me to kiss her! Of course I puked.”
“And you been ‘orny-”
“For you. Asshole. Not anymore.”
“Liar. And you been aching.”
“Who wouldn't after that monster dick. You made me bleed like some fucking virgin.”
“Mmm, you was. And it's been over four weeks.”
“Oh fuck you. Creepy psycho bitch.” Colson grumbled but it was honestly a compliment by that point. A pet name.
“Your psycho bitch. Ain't gonna win tonight am I?” Dom huffed back softly and his mate gave him a brilliant toothy smile.
“Absolutely not. But…” Kells took a breath and settled back against the bed, tugging the smaller man to crawl closer. “I suppose if it helps you sleep at night you can keep trying to convince me.” Both their gazes dropped to the omega's stomach and Dom knew it was the closest he'd get to acceptance. It was Col's way of saying he knew, it was the only thing he could admit for fear of getting attached.
“Alright. I'll convince you.” Dom vowed but it wasn't a promise to prove the omega was whelped. It was to prove he was a worthy partner. That even as mad as he was he could show love, he could take care of his family, he could be a good mate and father. “I fink you'll figure it out in a few months when your belly proves it for me.”
“Bullshit. I worked out like crazy just to put on muscle. I can't gain weight for shit.” The omega huffed as he pulled the other man down on top of him.
Dom caught the past tense of the statement. His lover at least wasn't lifting weights anymore. Pretty twat knew already but couldn't say it and the Alpha could accept that. At least he was being safe. Well as safe as a fucking mob boss could be. “Ya did good Cols.” The words were soft and they made the omega wriggle underneath him. It was to cover a multitude of things- that he stopped lifting weights, that he pushed Megan away, that he let Dom back in that night, and even for how he shared. Logically the Alpha knew they couldn't do this together without talking and learning about the other.
“Shut up.” The omega snapped back, his gaze flashing gold and flicking away. He couldn't look at the smaller man when his gaze was so heavy and intense. Fuck him.
Dom huffed softly but took the opportunity to press a kiss to Col’s chest. His full lips felt soft and warm and needy to the other man. The next kiss was to his collarbone, and another over his nipple. A jolt of pleasure like electricity moved through him as if there were a nerve from his chest to his core. A sharp gasp escaped him and Dom seemed to freeze a moment before he did it again but the bastard didn't linger for long. The Alpha inched down his body a little further but when Kells realized his destination was more sugar than spice he tangled his fingers in Dom's wild hair and yanked.
Dominic hissed softly but his dick still jerked. Pain was a confusion for him, at least from his lover. “Wha?” He asked as faux innocently as he could muster but when his eyes rolled up to meet his mate's they were candy apple red.
“I thought you were trying to get your dick wet, not be a snuggle slut with my womb. Sneaky psycho bitch.”
Dom bit his lower lip and let it roll back out slowly. There was still blood dripping from the cut that Colson left. He'd never been backhanded that hard. His dad liked to use his fist. All his kisses left claims on the omega's skin and he let himself admire the sight. “Can't I do boff?”
“Absolutely not. At least not right now.” Colson was trying to be good, he didn't want to tell his lover he could never be a d- he couldn't even think the word without having to swallow panic. He just couldn't handle it right that moment with everything so fresh in his mind and Megan's scent still clinging to his skin.
Dom paused for a moment as if he were computing the new information and deciding what move to make next. Finally he nodded and crawled back up, laying his body flush against the other man's. “Ya know I'm not psycho yeah?” He asked and Colson arched a brow. “Sociopaf. It's different.” He wasn't offended by the nickname but he needed the omega to know. He wasn't even sure if shite like that was genetic or not.
“Apples and oranges. Still a piece of fruit.” Kells teased and Dom grinned. “Sorry about the um…” He sighed, ruffling the younger man's hair before dropping his hand. “I should ask if shit triggers you.”
“Ain't a gun neiver.”
“No like… I don't want to remind you of… shit.” Colson wasn't good at this. He didn't do relationships and he certainly didn't care to protect others emotions besides maybe his mom.
“Oh.” The Alpha had no clue what to say. It wasn't like he'd done this before in a healthy way. The man underneath him was his sex list.
“Hair pulling?”
“S’okay.”
“I shouldn't have rocked your shit. I'm sorry.”
“I doubt it'll be ya last reason to bitch slap me.” Dom was surprised when his mate laughed and it put a happy smile on his face.
“What about…” Colson trailed off as his sight explored the boy. His neck was covered in small healing bites and his arm was scarred deep. He was pretty sure with that one he hit bone. “Teeth?”
“I don't fink you could stop if ya tried. But it's okay. I don't fink I got none of ‘ose. Me minds too fucked.”
Col had to stop himself from snorting, he might be blonde but he wasn't dumb. Normally. Something would come up at some point. It had to. He just wished he could know ahead of time. “You wouldn't let me bend over.” When Dom shuddered he knew he was right. “We'll figure it out.”
“Wha' about you?”
“What about me? Oh-” Maybe he was a little dumb. The omega shrugged and sighed, his long fingers finding their way under Dom’s shirt. “Everything sets me off. I never know what it'll be. It's not like I've really done this shit before but baby I am a gun, don't be afraid to use me. Just do it and we'll figure out this shit as we go.”
“You a cheesy fuck Mr. Gun.”
“And you're overdressed.” He grumbled back, pulling the boy's hoodie and shirt off over his head. He felt a rush of heat between his thighs as he tossed them away and stared at his lover above him.
“And you bossy.”
“Duh. Now…” The silence felt so loud and Col realized it was his blood rushing in his ears. He was nervous as hell or maybe excited. He had never tried fucking a guy when it wasn't life or death. He'd always just stuck his dick in beta girls, they couldn't tell the difference in what he was and an Alpha. He certainly never thought he'd be wanting to get fucked, that bastard turned his life upside down. “Weren’t you about to blow me?” It wasn't a beg for sex, he wasn't sure he could ask for that and besides their first day together they'd basically been priests. Whatever happened the night before felt like two kids in band camp, not two adults with a- no. Nope. Fuck.
He watched the killer lick his red swelling lips and felt them both twitch. He couldn't rush this shit, he hadn't exactly been joking about how easy he was to break.
“I were?” Dom asked, his own cock so hard behind his slacks he ached.
Colson smiled and nodded, his shaking hands the only giveaway he was nervous and he knew he was making marks in the younger man's soft skin. “You were.”
“I were. I fhought I were about to eat you out but alright.” The omega inched further down his lover's body.
“Oh. Well… fuck. Wait do you have your god damn grandpa shoes on my fucking bed? Do you have any idea how expensive these sheets are?” The switch in tone was so fast it made Dom's head spin.
He tried not to think his omega was an OCD princess but the thought did cross his mind. His red eyes rolled as he kicked his shoes off to the side behind him- all without pulling away from his mate. “Me creepers ain't grandpa shoes and nei'ver is me pants. Sorry I ain't got expensive tastes ya ‘ighness.”
“You're lucky you're cute. If you didn't have such a slutty looking mouth with those fucking DSLs I'd kick your ass out for that.” The mob boss growled mostly teasingly.
Dom tried not to let on when something inside him was shocked that he didn't hate hearing those words from Col. He'd heard so much about his whore mouth growing up. Or that he looked like an omega prostitute. From his lover it sounded like a compliment but one thing confused him. “DSLs?”
Kells chuckled. He was almost surprised at how innocent the murderer was. It made him appear even younger. “It's like banging a teenager.” Colson cringed at the thought but Dom just tilted his head as he sat back on his pink socked ankles. He'd have to ask about those at some point, the guy was always wearing them. He busied himself by working his jeans open, raising his ass to let Dom pull them off before he could second guess his needs. “Dick sucking lips.”
The Alpha was so distracted as he worked his omega's too tight jeans down his inked thighs he barely registered the phrase. “Well I ain't before.” He explained offhandedly but once he got the guy nude he whined. Colson was gorgeous, that he already knew. He had to climb off the bed backwards to pry the material off and he stood there wide eyed, worshiping Kells with his gaze. His lover flushed pink as he pulled his legs bent and slowly let them fall open, giving Dom a visual to speed his pulse and make his knot try to pop. The omega was obviously wet, his folds shiny and blushed and his cock was full, resting on his hip. “But I fink I can learn.” Dom groaned, his voice somehow already hoarse. He was throbbing as he stripped his own pants to the floor but he kept his boxer briefs in place. This was about Colson until the man asked otherwise.
“Yeah?” Col’s breath caught in his chest at the look Dom gave him. “Come here. Let me teach you?” It was a dangerous game offering that to an Alpha but his was far from normal.
“Please?” He tripped in his haste to get close again but he caught himself on the bed and crawled closer. The tip of his dick was already trying to escape his briefs, pink and leaking a mess against his stomach. This was about Colson though. He would prove he was a good lover. That he wasn't like those pushy fucks he took out. His omega could feel safe with him. “Wanna taste you.”
“Fuck yes."
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Sorry for the cliffhanger but it was getting long. I know this was a heavy chapter but the next one should be fun! These boys have been through so much but they're good for each other. I hope you enjoyed! 💣🖤
Fell walked past the door to Sci's "lab", aka the basement, paused, and took a couple steps back to stare through the doorway.
"Sci?"
Sci glanced up innocently from where he was leaning over a metal table.
"Yes, love?"
Fell stared at the mismatched body parts on the table. Connected to the body by several wires were monitors and IV bags. There was a bottle of red glowing fluid, a scalpel, and a syringe on the rolling tool table next to Sci. Sci stuck the sewing needle in his hand in a pincushion next to the right arm.
"Sci, what are you doing?"
"Working."
"On what?"
"Our child."
Sci picked the needle out of the cushion and returned to painstakingly stitching the flesh together as his husband squeaked and sputtered in the doorway.
"SCI!"
Sci sighed and looked back at Fell.
"Yes?"
"When were you going to tell me about this?!"
"I thought I did?" Sci asked, confused.
"No!"
"Oh." Sci put the needle back down and walked over to stand in front of him. He put his hands on Fell's shoulders. "I'm pregnant." Fell buried his face in his hands.
"Sci…"
"No, it's fine, it's going to be okay this time! I've been looking at the medical records, and things only fall apart when it's time for the baby's body to develop, so if I can get the body stable-"
"Sci."
"-and I got some DT from the Lab! This is it, Fell, I can feel it-"
"SCI!"
Sci fell silent. Fell sighed and gently grabbed Sci's hand.
"I know you want this to work out, okay? I do too. But we can't break the laws of nature every time things don't go our way. This-" Fell's voice broke. He cleared his throat and swiped at his eyes. "Maybe we should just accept that we're not going to be able to have kids. You know you'll be wrecked if this doesn't work, Sci. Maybe it's best if we just... try adoption or something."
Sci scowled.
"This is going to work. This has to work, Fell."
"No! It isn't! Sci, you have to give up sooner or later or it's going to drive you crazy! Hell," Fell waved his arm towards the creation on the table, "you're making a Frankenstein, Sci. A Frankenstein. This is too far. You need to let it go. You can't change the laws of nature." With that, he stomped away and to their bedroom, curling up into a miserable ball under the sheets. Sci turned back to his precious child and gently stroked it's cheek.
"It's a stupid law, so I've decided to ignore it," he whispered to the lifeless form on the table. He went to the empty soul incubator on the counter and carefully pulled the new soul from his chest.
"Just a little longer. I promise."
---~~~---
Things were tense between Sci and Fell for a while after that. The body in the basement, now fully completed, remained a subject of intense debate between the two. The tiny soul in the incubator was the source of many, many tears on Fell's part. Sci hated seeing him so heartbroken. That's why this had to work- neither of them could stand losing another child.
Sci squatted down to check on the soul.
"Almost done in there?" He checked his notes. "Right on time. Good job, buddy. Your dad's gonna be so proud of you." He smiled. "I know I am."
His lab coat swished behind him as he went to the body's side.
"Look at this. You're going to be so handsome!" Sci cooed. He'd done well with the design. Their baby was going to be fully functional and, more importantly, healthy.
"Just got to get you in your body, start it up, and then you can come and live with us, okay? Okay." Sci took a deep, deep breath and let it out slowly. Months of experimentation, blood, sweat, tears, and determination were about to pay off.
"Let's get started."
The first thing was to start the body- the heart needed a quick shock to get it beating. Fleshy people anatomy was weird and vaguely horrifying, Sci found, but this would be the safest bet for the young soul, as a body solely comprised of bones required a bit more magic and wouldn't hold DT as well, and he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. He hooked up the body to the generator and sent a small jolt. Three tries later, he had a pulse.
Next, he gingerly lifted the soul out of the incubator and held it in front of the chest until it formed an attachment with a little help from him. Perfect. Everything was going great. He watched the monitors. His child was going to make it this time. The soul had already connected to the live body. If it was still alive when Fell woke up, everything would be golden.
Now came the scary part.
Sci had gone back and forth on putting the DT in his kid. They would have a will to live, yes, but the powerful substance could do more harm than good, and they might survive without it anyway. He'd double and triple and quadruple checked all of the notes, he'd done tests, he'd interviewed the Amalgamates (as much as he could, anyway) and Alphys in-depth. He knew what there was to know about the effects of determination.
He pulled a sterilized syringe from the counter and drew a few drops of glowing red essence. He watched his creation breathe for a moment, hesitant, and slowly injected the fluid into his child's arm. He waited in terrified silence for the consequences, for his child's soul to crack, to shatter, for the body to melt like plastic on a hot stove.
…
Nothing happened.
Sci's baby's breath kept coming in slow, rhythmic puffs, body unharmed and soul unchanged, save for a barely visible pink tinge. He smiled so wide it was almost painful.
"Look at you!" he whisper-shouted. "You're doing so good! Just keep doing what you're doing, baby."
Sci slowly edged the breathing tube from the body's mouth and replaced it with an oxygen mask. The Labs had been very accommodating, not that anyone knew he'd been there.
"Fell- that's your dad, you haven't met him yet, but you're going to soon- he's going to be so excited to meet you! I mean, we still have a lot to talk about, but you don't need to worry about that. I wonder what we'll call you. I've been thinking of names for an age and a half, of course, but I think he should have a say in the matter, you know?" Sci blabbered to his unconscious newborn.
Fell was going to love them.
---~~~---
"Sci?" The scientist turned at the sound of his husband's voice in the doorway.
"Fell!" His voice was hoarse from hours of talking to their sleeping child, the bags under his eyes slightly darker from staying up all night. Fell sighed and took a careful step into the cluttered basement.
"Sci, did you get any sleep last night?" Sci grinned, not even slightly sorry.
"Nope. I was a little busy last night with…" he pulled a blanket from the table with a flourish. "This!" He grabbed the body's shoulder and shook it gently. "Come on buddy, time to get up."
Before Fell's very eyes, the eyes flickered open and the being on the table made a fussy noise.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
"Fell," Sci said smugly, "meet our baby."
"Holy fucking shit."
"....So…what do you want to call them?" Sci glanced back at the spot where his husband had been, only to find it empty. He looked back to see Fell on their newborn's other side, staring at them with a look of utter adoration and tears streaming down his face. The baby waved their arm at him. "Fell?"
Fell sniffed.
"Can. Can we call them Grel?"
"Grel?" Sci repeated.
"Yeah," Fell said softly, gently petting the child's head. Sci smiled. He knew it would work out okay.
