"For some... strange reason I'm really fascinated with the whole ovulation/impregnation/lactation combo. So that's what I'd like to see!
Please only keep the pairings to France/England, Russia/England or America/England. With England being the one getting pregnant, please.
Essentially, England goes into heat, there's a sex scene (either they know that he's in heat or have no idea what it is and just suddenly feel more attracted to one another) and then they find out he's pregnant. Finish off with some lactation kink (either milking or suckling off excess milk or anything - get creative! If you pair him with Russia, have him add it to his vodka, if you pair him with France have him cook with it or something!) or, if you really want to treat me, something cutesy with the resulting offspring? I love happy/adorable endings.
You can make it serious if you want, but please nothing too dark (no rape or miscarriage or anything). If you can make the smut as absolutely dirty and rough and primal as possible that would be PERFECT.
All Because Of Glasses 7a/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:23:19 UTC
Chapter 7
A/n: Look! I'm not dead! I needed to take care of some things, both in the real world and online. However, since I only have this part and one more (plus probably a little epilogue) left I decided to come back and finish this. So have some overexcited daddy-to-be Alfred.
Alfred had been having such a nice, normal day. He didn't have any orders at the time, so he was just sitting at his desk and brainstorming new awesome ideas, occasionally going into the kitchen to cook or keeping Arthur company.
He wasn't quite sure about his husband. He pretty much just ate, slept, and sat around. Arthur had never been too happy being in one place for a long time, always taking any opportunity to go out into the woods. He hadn't left the house in over a month. Sometimes Alfred wondered about their choice to have the kid in the first place. He liked kids as much as the next guy, but was it really worth the toll the pregnancy was taking on his Artie?
"Not much longer," Arthur had said as he sat at the table, knitting, "Not much longer now, Alfred."
"Well duh," Alfred had thought, "I still go to church on Sunday so I know what week it is." He kept his mouth shut, though. According to Arthur it would be a good skill to have once Peter was born.
Alfred rested his head on his desk. He was tired too, dammit. He had to work long hours trying to come up with more stuff he could sell, cook, clean, and do lots of other little things to take care of Arthur. To make it all worse, he didn't even get sex as a payoff. Arthur was so far along that he couldn't touch him for fear of him going into labor before he was ready.
There was a sharp knock on the door, and Alfred sat bolt upright. Who would come all the way out here to bother them without telling them first?
Still, for want of something more exciting than staring at a blank sheet of paper Alfred stood and went to greet their impromptu guest. He opened the door to find none other than Nathan, the best healer in the entire village.
"Uh, hi," Alfred said lamely.
"Oh, you must be Alfred!" He said, offering him his right hand, "Hello, I'm sorry to drop by unannounced, but I need to see Arthur."
"O-okay," Alfred said, still a bit taken aback, "I think he's asleep, but I can go wake him up for you."
"I'm awake," Alfred turned around to see Arthur standing in the hall behind him wearing just a tunic, "I couldn't sleep. It's time, isn't it?"
Nathan just nodded, "Are you ready?"
Arthur sighed, "To be honest, sir, not really."
He smiled sympathetically, "None of us ever are."
"What are you talking about?" Alfred asked.
Arthur just looked at him like he was stupid.
"Oh," Alfred said nervously, "That." He turned to Nathan, "What can I do?"
"Go to the church. Tell any of the priests that your husband is going to give birth today. They'll know what to do."
"While you're there," Arthur said, "Get Kiku."
"Is he your support?" Nathan asked.
"Yes."
"Good." The old man nodded, "Now go."
He then shoved Alfred out the door with more strength than he had expected from someone his age. As soon as his feet hit the grass outside, Alfred started running. He had to get to the village as quickly as possible. Artie needed him! He got to Kiku's house first and banged on the door before doubling over to catch his breath.
"Alfred?" Kiku asked after opening the door, "What's wrong?"
"Ar-Artie… Having… baby…"
"Arthur has gone into labor?"
"Yeah," Alfred said, looking up at his friend, "…Needs us."
"Has he gone back to see the fae yet?"
"He has to… go back…?"
Kiku nodded, "Nathan-san is probably taking him now. That's what actually allows us to have the children. Even after that it can take up to a day. There is no hurry."
"But I… I wanna be there."
"Do not worry, you will be." He gave him a sweet smile, "Wait here and catch your breath. I need to tell my family where I'm going."
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7b/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:24:10 UTC
Alfred nodded and leaned against the wall. He just stood there until a few moments later when Kiku came back out, this time wearing a cloak and holding a small satchel.
"What's the bag for?" Alfred asked.
"To carry the things the priests give us."
"Right." He pushed off against the wall and started walking to the church, "So what do they give us anyway?"
"White linens, oil, and a bowl."
"We've got all that," Alfred said, scowling, "Why did I have to leave Arthur?"
"Well, all of it is blessed so that no evil spirits try to steal the baby, but the real reason is to separate the parents."
"Why would they do that?" Alfred demanded, "I've gotta go back and protect him!"
Kiku sighed, "That's why. They have to prepare Arthur and your house. No offence meant, but you would get in the way."
"But-"
"I know you want to help, but the best thing that you can do for Arthur is to let him be for a while."
"But I-"
"Having children is all about waiting," Kiku said, "You must learn that, Alfred."
"I don't like waiting," Alfred said, crossing his arms and walking more into town, "Let's just go to the church and go back."
"They'll most likely make you wait," Kiku said, following, "They understand that you need to stay away."
"Why is everybody doing this to me?" Alfred asked, "I just want to help."
"They understand," Kiku said, "Most of the priests are fathers too. The difference is that they're more experienced and they do what they must to help the people."
"But Arthur-"
"-Will be fine, Alfred." Kiku smiled.
The blond let out a disappointed whine. He didn't like this at all.
It took everything Kiku had to hold him back from running to the church and back. He really didn't need to hold him, though, Alfred thought, because by the time they got back Nathan was just sitting in their main room, reading one of Arthur's books.
"Here," Alfred said, almost throwing the satchel at Nathan, "Now where is he?"
"He wanted to go to his study, so I let him."
Alfred was gone before he even finished his sentence. He ran through the hall and slammed Arthur's door open.
Arthur jumped, but then scowled at him and placed one hand atop his swollen belly, "Bloody hell, you almost scared him right out of me."
"Artie!" Alfred ran over to him and embraced him, "You're okay!"
"Let me go, git!"
"My god, Arthur, I was so worried!" Alfred let him go but left his hands on his shoulders.
He crossed his arms "Worried? About what, may I ask?"
"I didn't want you to go through this alone."
At that, Arthur blushed bright red and looked away to cough, "I wasn't alone… idiot."
Alfred smiled, but then another thought occurred to him, "Arthur, why are you working? Shouldn't you be laying down and resting?"
Arthur winced and grabbed his stomach.
"No! Artie! What's wrong?"
"Idiot, I'm in labor. What do you think is wrong?"
"Oh…"
"Yeah. I've been working to relax and distract myself from the pain, and then you come in here and have to go and bloody remind me!" He balled his hands into fists.
"I'm sorry," Alfred backed up and help up his hands. The last thing he needed was for Arthur to hurt himself punching him out, "I didn't mean to."
Arthur sighed and sat back down, "I know."
"Artie…" Alfred knelt down behind him and placed his hands on his stomach, "Is there any way I can help?"
He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Alfred, but there's nothing anyone can do right now. It'll be hours until I'm even dilated."
Alfred didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but it didn't really matter, "Can I stay with you?"
The older man gave him a pained smile, "Well, considering how distracting your particular brand of idiocy is I'll be better off if I comply."
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7c/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:25:34 UTC
Alfred grinned and ran off to get another chair. He did his very best to distract his husband, constantly asking questions and saying stupid stuff. Arthur looked about ready to strangle him but it seemed like it was working. Every few hours, Arthur would start wincing more and more often and then Alfred would have to go and get him some special tea Nathan had brought to dull the pain. Sometimes he'd be asked to get Nathan himself to check up on Arthur, but even if he didn't Nathan came in at least once every hour. He would have Arthur lean back in his chair and spread his legs and then he'd poke around. Arthur always made sort of a funny face while he was doing it, half way between pain and disgust. Once, after Nathan had gone, Alfred peeked under his husband's tunic. As soon as he caught a glimpse of what was going on, he pulled away in absolute disgust. Arthur just laughed at him. He could say whatever he wanted, but just getting another hole like that was weird enough to warrant more.
After about twelve hours, when Nathan had his fingers inside of Arthur he said, "Alright, then, it's time." He stood and pushed on his back, "Kiku will bring you your clothes in a few moments." And then he left. No words of wisdom, no fanfare, no nothing.
"So this is it?" Alfred asked nervously, "We're gonna have the baby now?"
"I'm going to have the baby, prat," Arthur said, scowling, "But yes, we're more or less to that part," he stroked his belly, "That's right, my darling. Not much longer."
Kiku, dressed in pale green clothing that he wasn't wearing when Alfred got him, came in holding a pile of cloth. He bowed to them before setting them on the table, "Here are your garments." He turned to walk away, but Arthur stood and grabbed him. The two exchanged a very intense glance and then Kiku smiled reassuringly. Not for the first time that day, Alfred felt very, very left out.
"It's funny," Arthur said after Kiku left, "I helped him deliver both of his children. We never thought we'd switch places. Now," he pulled his tunic over his head, "Let's get this monstrosity out of me."
Alfred was about to follow suit but he paused to get one last look at Arthur's body, heavy with child, absolutely beautiful. He couldn't help it, he had to come over and hold him.
"What the hell are you doing, boy?"
"I love you, Arthur," He said.
Arthur rolled his eyes, "I'm about to give birth and you choose now to remind me of that."
"Yeah," Alfred said.
But he understood that they needed to move quickly, so he let Arthur go so that he could pull off his tunic. Arthur quickly dressed himself in the white thing from the pile. Alfred didn't want to call it a tunic, because it wasn't quite one. It was a little too short and plainer than most of the ones people owned. It was probably designed to just barely be enough to cover him. Alfred was relieved to find that the one he was supposed to wear was much longer, both with full sleeves and reaching his mid-calf. He was also glad that it wasn't white, instead being a brown so dark that it was nearly black with a beautiful gold design embroidered on it. He was sure that it was symbolic… of something. Arthur probably knew the point of all the stupid little details, but he was too busy actually having the baby to be bothered with all the ritual surrounding it.
As if hearing his thoughts, Arthur looked at him with a pained look on his face, "Well then," he said, "Let's go."
"Right," Alfred said.
Arthur waddled out into the hall and Alfred followed him at a respectful distance, not wanting his husband to freak out and have one of his "I can still totally do everything I did before I got pregnant" moments. Usually they ended up being hilarious, but Alfred didn't want to make his life any more stressful.
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7d/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 01:26:16 UTC
Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress his urge to absolutely suffocate the child with love so that he didn't look too dumb after what he'd just said, but he couldn't hide his smile and he couldn't keep himself from holding Peter up to his chest. The child started squirming and mouthing the fabric.
"Um, Arthur," Alfred said, "I think he's hungry."
"Already? He is your son." Arthur started unlacing his shirt, but then paused and shuddered.
"What's wrong?" Alfred asked.
"Afterbirth," Arthur said.
"What's that?"
But his question was answered a moment later when there was another gushy noise and a disgusting bloody mass fell out of Arthur and into the bowl beneath him. Alfred wrinkled his nose.
"That's supposed to happen, right?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah," Arthur said, "We're done now." He pulled off his tunic and handed it to Nathan while Kiku got another cloth wet and started to clean the blood from Arthur's legs.
"What should I do with this?" Alfred moved his arms to show he was talking about Peter, who was still determinedly trying to nurse from his shirt.
"Just give me a moment," Kiku said, "I'll get Arthur cleaned up and then you can go to bed."
"Aren't you staying over?" Alfred asked.
"I have a few other duties to take care of," Kiku said, "I'll join you later."
"Okay."
By that time, Nathan had brought Arthur a different tunic: one almost exactly like Alfred's, but that laced closed in the front.
"Well then," Nathan said grabbing a large satchel and taking the bowl from between Arthur's feet, "I have to go and take care of all this. You know where to find me if you need anything during the night." He pulled on his cloak and opened the door, "Goodnight, gentlemen," And with that he was gone.
Since Alfred was holding Peter, Kiku helped Arthur down the hall and to bed. Arthur quickly unlaced his tunic and held out his arms to take the baby. Alfred handed him over and lied down next to Arthur. He watched as Peter moved his mouth around before finally latching onto one of Arthur's nipples starting to drink.
"How does it feel?"
"Odd."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but warm. It's sort of nice." He eased back further into the pillow.
Alfred set his head on his shoulder so that he could watch Peter more closely. He still didn't quite understand. He felt such a strong connection to him, even though he looked nothing like a person, even though all he had really been to Alfred was some weird part of Arthur that moved and made him look sexier. He didn't even know him yet, he had no idea of the kind of person he'd become. Still, he was happy and he felt almost a sense of closure.
"Babies are so weird," he thought as he closed his eyes and wiggled closer to Arthur.
All three of them were asleep by the time Kiku came in.
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7d/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 12:17:16 UTC
Great story! I really liked the world you built and the culture/rituals around childbearing in a male-only society. I'm sad it's over. Thanks for writing~
(s)he's right :Db (A!A)
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:18:32 UTC
Since the request also involves lactation there's still going to be one more part, plus a little bonus. Not sure when it'll be up, but it'll be sooner rather than later if I don't find anything I really, really want to fill in the kink meme update.
All Because Of Glasses REAL 7d/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:55:25 UTC
(I failed at copypasta last night and missed a page That one's actually E)
They made it back to their main room eventually. Kiku and Nathan were waiting there, sitting at the table and talking. In the center of the room there was this weird stand thing. It was a big old slab of wood, which had a cut-out for the large bowl they had gotten from the church. There were two thick poles coming up from the slab with blocks wrapped in cloth attached to the top. Next to it there was the pile of white linens and the oil. There was a large pot next to the fire, but Alfred didn't smell anything.
Arthur understood better than Alfred, because he went right to the weird wood thing and stood on it, straddling the bowl and resting his forearms on the blocks. Naturally, Alfred went to him right away and took one of his hands. He looked up at his husband, silently asking him if he was going to be alright. The smaller man smiled weakly in response and rubbed Alfred's thumb.
"I'll be okay," He said, "Not much longer."
"I should be comforting you."
"It's alright, Alfred-san," Kiku said, going to Arthur's other side, "He's seen this before. You haven't."
Alfred watched Nathan, who was muttering something or other over the oil. When he finished, he smiled and said, "Sorry, but I'm required to do this. Otherwise I could lose my license."
He drew the compass points on his forehead with the oil and then did the same to Alfred and Kiku, ending by drawing one on Arthur's forehead and another on the bottom of his stomach.
"It is a bit funny, isn't it?" Arthur asked, wincing.
"Well, you know how it is," Nathan said, setting the jar back on the table, "The priests can't bear to be left out of anything important, so they decided to throw all these unnecessary bits in." He rolled his eyes and got down on his knees, "You're still not quite there, but it shouldn't be too long now."
Arthur let out a sigh of relief, "Thank god."
Alfred just tightened his grip on Arthur's hand. This part was going to be the worst, wasn't it? He'd never actually seen a newborn, but with how huge Arthur's belly had gotten it had to be pretty big and it was probably going to hurt like hell on the way out. Arthur closed his eyes and took deep, measured breaths, occasionally broken by a pained gasp.
"Oh fuck!" He said, opening his eyes and squeezing Alfred's hand for a moment.
"There we go," Nathan said, "The worst of it's over, Arthur, just trust your instincts."
Arthur grunted and shut his eyes again. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was open, but he didn't seem to be in pain like he had before. Alfred was overflowing with questions: Was he okay? What was going on? Was he excited to be a mom? What did it feel like? But he bit his tongue. This was Arthur's day and he was the one with the important job to do. Alfred looked over to Kiku, who also had a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face. Right now, he was his best friend: the other guy being left out and unable to really help.
It was really, really quiet: the only noises were the crackling of the fire and Arthur's labored panting. Nathan and Arthur were too busy concentrating to say anything, Alfred felt too awkward, and Kiku was just as silent as usual. Alfred had no idea how much time actually passed, but it felt like hours and hours.
Then Arthur let out a little surprised, "Oh," and with and wet, gushy noise Peter slid into Nathan's arms. Alfred knew something was wrong. His son's body was all covered in blood and wrinkled and he wasn't screaming. Nathan didn't say anything. Maybe he was just holding off on telling Arthur?
All Because Of Glasses REAL 7d(2)/8
anonymous
October 16 2011, 13:56:33 UTC
(And now it doesn't even fit on one comment! GAH!)
He picked up one of the white pieces of cloth, dipped it in the pot, and began to clean him off. He was still red, even under the blood. Nathan tied some string around the chord attaching Peter back to Arthur and then cut it. Arthur just stood there and watched the old man clean their baby and put a diaper on him. Peter was wiggling around, but all of his movements were jerky and he was making high-pitched noises that were nothing like Alfred had ever heard. It was horrible, and he was the only one who seemed to realize it. Hell, why wasn't Kiku saying anything?
But then when Nathan stood up he had a smile on his face. Arthur held his hands out expectantly. Maybe they were both too tired to notice that something was obviously wrong?
Re: All Because Of Glasses 7e/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:02:50 UTC
Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress his urge to absolutely suffocate the child with love so that he didn't look too dumb after what he'd just said, but he couldn't hide his smile and he couldn't keep himself from holding Peter up to his chest. The child started squirming and mouthing the fabric.
"Um, Arthur," Alfred said, "I think he's hungry."
"Already? He is your son." Arthur started unlacing his shirt, but then paused and shuddered.
"What's wrong?" Alfred asked.
"Afterbirth," Arthur said.
"What's that?"
But his question was answered a moment later when there was another gushy noise and a disgusting bloody mass fell out of Arthur and into the bowl beneath him. Alfred wrinkled his nose.
"That's supposed to happen, right?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah," Arthur said, "We're done now." He pulled off his tunic and handed it to Nathan while Kiku got another cloth wet and started to clean the blood from Arthur's legs.
"What should I do with this?" Alfred moved his arms to show he was talking about Peter, who was still determinedly trying to nurse from his shirt.
"Just give me a moment," Kiku said, "I'll get Arthur cleaned up and then you can go to bed."
"Aren't you staying over?" Alfred asked.
"I have a few other duties to take care of," Kiku said, "I'll join you later."
"Okay."
By that time, Nathan had brought Arthur a different tunic: one almost exactly like Alfred's, but that laced closed in the front.
"Well then," Nathan said grabbing a large satchel and taking the bowl from between Arthur's feet, "I have to go and take care of all this. You know where to find me if you need anything during the night." He pulled on his cloak and opened the door, "Goodnight, gentlemen," And with that he was gone.
Since Alfred was holding Peter, Kiku helped Arthur down the hall and to bed. Arthur quickly unlaced his tunic and held out his arms to take the baby. Alfred handed him over and lied down next to Arthur. He watched as Peter moved his mouth around before finally latching onto one of Arthur's nipples starting to drink.
"How does it feel?"
"Odd."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but warm. It's sort of nice." He eased back further into the pillow.
Alfred set his head on his shoulder so that he could watch Peter more closely. He still didn't quite understand. He felt such a strong connection to him, even though he looked nothing like a person, even though all he had really been to Alfred was some weird part of Arthur that moved and made him look sexier. He didn't even know him yet, he had no idea of the kind of person he'd become. Still, he was happy and he felt almost a sense of closure.
"Babies are so weird," he thought as he closed his eyes and wiggled closer to Arthur.
All three of them were asleep by the time Kiku came in.
A!A Inrerrupts your regularly-scheduled fanfic to bring you this announcement
anonymous
October 17 2011, 01:58:55 UTC
Go down, because this next d part isn't the real d-part. It's actually E (I don't know what happened). Please scroll down to the real D (I've reposted E)
All Because Of Glasses 8a/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:36:56 UTC
A/n:We're finally here to the final installment! I'm sorry about my epic fail last time, but hopefully for the end I'll get it right. Thanks to all of you who've stayed with me this long!
Arthur was ready to call it: Peter looked exactly like his father. He'd gotten everything from him: those big blue eyes, the perfect nose, the soft straight hair, the strong jaw line (even if it was hidden under baby fat, it was still there), the radiant smile. Hell, they even had the same bloody personality. At least the boy had inherited some of the general Kirkland traits: massive eyebrows and an almost silky aura. Arthur privately hoped that as he aged Peter's currently platinum-blond hair would turn ashen instead of gold, but he didn't worry about it too much. He was lovely just as he was.
Besides, watching Alfred interact with a child who looked so much like him sent the best sort of tingle up Arthur's spine.
That he also kept private.
At least, he hoped it was private.
Alfred, for his part, seemed to be absolutely fascinated by Arthur's ability to produce milk. Whenever he nursed Peter Alfred would watch. Sometimes he tried to hide it, but often he simply stared. It all came to a head one day when they were both locked inside because of a rainstorm. Arthur lay in bed with Peter, who was sucking lazily on him but not really drinking anymore, spread out on his chest. He ran a hand down Peter's spine, loving the closeness he felt to his baby boy. Alfred was next to them, just looking. Arthur had long since gotten used to it, and Alfred had seen it all anyway. But then the idiot did something new, he leaned over and wrapped his lips around Arthur's other nipple.
After gasping, Arthur hissed, "What the Hell are you doing, boy?"
Alfred smiled into his nipple but didn't say anything. He just looked up at him with those big blue eyes shining mischievously and began to suck, feeding right next to his son. Arthur's movement in response seemed to amuse Peter because he had the exact same look on his face.
He felt himself blushing, and it didn't get better when Alfred lifted his head and said, "Hey, Petie, look at daddy," because then he did and Alfred nuzzled him.
Arthur's heart stuttered when Peter grabbed Alfred's shirt and Alfred wrapped his arms around his tiny body. He sat up and began to leave kisses on every inch of space available, from Peter's cheeks to his toes. Peter giggled and squirmed.
"Sorry I had to interfere with cuddle time, but your mommy really likes it when I do this to you," Arthur blushed redder in embarrassment. It wasn't a secret after all… Damn. "Yes he does. And he's so pretty right now. Now, I'm gonna put you in your cradle, and you need to be quiet because I'm gonna make your mommy really, really happy, okay?"
He gurgled happily.
"Great! Daddy loves you." He nuzzled him again and stood up.
"Hey! Don't I get a say in this?" Arthur asked.
"Oh, come on," he pouted, "We haven't had sex in months."
"But Peter is right there."
"-And he's not gonna remember any of this anyway." Alfred set Peter down gently, placing one last kiss on the top of his head.
"But I still-"
Then Alfred was back on the bed, kneeling over him, "Come on, you want me, don't you?"
"This is neither the time nor the place."
"What do you mean? It's evening, and it's raining. We're at our own home, in bed, and you're more beautiful than ever."
Arthur blushed, "It's just… it's weird with him so close."
"Ignore him," Alfred whispered, licking his ear, "It's just you and me."
Arthur shuddered, "Oh, Alfred!"
"Come on, let me love you."
Alfred pulled away and looked at him; face that mixture of desire and respect that drove him crazy. Arthur just nodded. His breaths were shallow and rapid already. Damn.
All Because Of Glasses 8b/8
anonymous
October 21 2011, 02:37:45 UTC
Alfred smiled and leaned down to kiss him. They broke apart for a moment to strip naked but then they were back on each other, licking and sucking and kissing, cocks rubbing together, fingernails biting skin. It had been way too long. Arthur didn't even know how badly he needed Alfred until he was on top of him kissing him silly.
It took an awfully long time for Alfred to find the slick. It had been buried beneath swaddling clothes and extra diapers and other baby things, but Alfred remembered how to prepare him as though they'd last made love as recently as a week ago and not last fall when Alfred's parents were gushing all over Peter for long enough that they could slip back to their house. With his other hand Alfred rubbed Arthur's nipple, making some of his milk dribble out. Arthur moaned and bucked into Alfred's fingers. He'd forgotten how good this felt.
"Alright, you good to go?"
Arthur could only bob his head ecstatically and grip the sheet. Alfred lined up and pushed in. Oh, fuck, he hadn't been stretched quite enough but it didn't really matter. It felt good just to be with his husband after so long. Arthur couldn't keep his eyes open. He just leaned back, wrapped his legs around the small of Alfred's back, and let his body take control.
Alfred leaned down to bite at his chest, nibbling at his collar bone and leaving love-bites all over. Arthur just panted, trying to keep up but too overwhelmed to do a proper job. Then the little bastard had the balls to bite one of his swollen nipples hard.
"No," he said, "That's sensitive."
"How 'bout this then?" And then he started sucking.
It was interesting to say the least: gentle, calming breastfeeding combined with hard, erotic thrusts. Arthur didn't know what to do, so he just moaned and clutched him tighter. Then he stopped sucking, pressing his broad, hot tongue against it while one hand came up to coax milk from its partner.
With a shout, Arthur's eyes flew open. He looked over to the crib to see Peter watching them with a confused look on his face.
"I'm okay," He thought to him, "You don't have to worry about me. All this, every layer of me that daddy's pealing away to leave me like this, is love. This brought you here. You can thank this for your existence. Oh God, Peter, some day you'll know, you'll feel what I'm feeling."
He looked back down at Alfred, who was still drinking, and petted his hair. They locked eyes and both of them smiled. Arthur hadn't felt nearly so happy or complete in ages. He was so at peace that he didn't realize he had come until Alfred pulled away and started cleaning them. After he'd finished that, he got Peter and gave him to Arthur. He fell asleep like that: husband at his side, child on his chest, and the entire world warm and soft and beautiful.
"For some... strange reason I'm really fascinated with the whole ovulation/impregnation/lactation combo. So that's what I'd like to see!
Please only keep the pairings to France/England, Russia/England or America/England. With England being the one getting pregnant, please.
Essentially, England goes into heat, there's a sex scene (either they know that he's in heat or have no idea what it is and just suddenly feel more attracted to one another) and then they find out he's pregnant. Finish off with some lactation kink (either milking or suckling off excess milk or anything - get creative! If you pair him with Russia, have him add it to his vodka, if you pair him with France have him cook with it or something!) or, if you really want to treat me, something cutesy with the resulting offspring? I love happy/adorable endings.
You can make it serious if you want, but please nothing too dark (no rape or miscarriage or anything). If you can make the smut as absolutely dirty and rough and primal as possible that would be PERFECT.
Thank you so much potential readers and fillers!"
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Chapter 7
A/n: Look! I'm not dead! I needed to take care of some things, both in the real world and online. However, since I only have this part and one more (plus probably a little epilogue) left I decided to come back and finish this. So have some overexcited daddy-to-be Alfred.
Alfred had been having such a nice, normal day. He didn't have any orders at the time, so he was just sitting at his desk and brainstorming new awesome ideas, occasionally going into the kitchen to cook or keeping Arthur company.
He wasn't quite sure about his husband. He pretty much just ate, slept, and sat around. Arthur had never been too happy being in one place for a long time, always taking any opportunity to go out into the woods. He hadn't left the house in over a month. Sometimes Alfred wondered about their choice to have the kid in the first place. He liked kids as much as the next guy, but was it really worth the toll the pregnancy was taking on his Artie?
"Not much longer," Arthur had said as he sat at the table, knitting, "Not much longer now, Alfred."
"Well duh," Alfred had thought, "I still go to church on Sunday so I know what week it is." He kept his mouth shut, though. According to Arthur it would be a good skill to have once Peter was born.
Alfred rested his head on his desk. He was tired too, dammit. He had to work long hours trying to come up with more stuff he could sell, cook, clean, and do lots of other little things to take care of Arthur. To make it all worse, he didn't even get sex as a payoff. Arthur was so far along that he couldn't touch him for fear of him going into labor before he was ready.
There was a sharp knock on the door, and Alfred sat bolt upright. Who would come all the way out here to bother them without telling them first?
Still, for want of something more exciting than staring at a blank sheet of paper Alfred stood and went to greet their impromptu guest. He opened the door to find none other than Nathan, the best healer in the entire village.
"Uh, hi," Alfred said lamely.
"Oh, you must be Alfred!" He said, offering him his right hand, "Hello, I'm sorry to drop by unannounced, but I need to see Arthur."
"O-okay," Alfred said, still a bit taken aback, "I think he's asleep, but I can go wake him up for you."
"I'm awake," Alfred turned around to see Arthur standing in the hall behind him wearing just a tunic, "I couldn't sleep. It's time, isn't it?"
Nathan just nodded, "Are you ready?"
Arthur sighed, "To be honest, sir, not really."
He smiled sympathetically, "None of us ever are."
"What are you talking about?" Alfred asked.
Arthur just looked at him like he was stupid.
"Oh," Alfred said nervously, "That." He turned to Nathan, "What can I do?"
"Go to the church. Tell any of the priests that your husband is going to give birth today. They'll know what to do."
"While you're there," Arthur said, "Get Kiku."
"Is he your support?" Nathan asked.
"Yes."
"Good." The old man nodded, "Now go."
He then shoved Alfred out the door with more strength than he had expected from someone his age. As soon as his feet hit the grass outside, Alfred started running. He had to get to the village as quickly as possible. Artie needed him! He got to Kiku's house first and banged on the door before doubling over to catch his breath.
"Alfred?" Kiku asked after opening the door, "What's wrong?"
"Ar-Artie… Having… baby…"
"Arthur has gone into labor?"
"Yeah," Alfred said, looking up at his friend, "…Needs us."
"Has he gone back to see the fae yet?"
"He has to… go back…?"
Kiku nodded, "Nathan-san is probably taking him now. That's what actually allows us to have the children. Even after that it can take up to a day. There is no hurry."
"But I… I wanna be there."
"Do not worry, you will be." He gave him a sweet smile, "Wait here and catch your breath. I need to tell my family where I'm going."
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Alfred nodded and leaned against the wall. He just stood there until a few moments later when Kiku came back out, this time wearing a cloak and holding a small satchel.
"What's the bag for?" Alfred asked.
"To carry the things the priests give us."
"Right." He pushed off against the wall and started walking to the church, "So what do they give us anyway?"
"White linens, oil, and a bowl."
"We've got all that," Alfred said, scowling, "Why did I have to leave Arthur?"
"Well, all of it is blessed so that no evil spirits try to steal the baby, but the real reason is to separate the parents."
"Why would they do that?" Alfred demanded, "I've gotta go back and protect him!"
Kiku sighed, "That's why. They have to prepare Arthur and your house. No offence meant, but you would get in the way."
"But-"
"I know you want to help, but the best thing that you can do for Arthur is to let him be for a while."
"But I-"
"Having children is all about waiting," Kiku said, "You must learn that, Alfred."
"I don't like waiting," Alfred said, crossing his arms and walking more into town, "Let's just go to the church and go back."
"They'll most likely make you wait," Kiku said, following, "They understand that you need to stay away."
"Why is everybody doing this to me?" Alfred asked, "I just want to help."
"They understand," Kiku said, "Most of the priests are fathers too. The difference is that they're more experienced and they do what they must to help the people."
"But Arthur-"
"-Will be fine, Alfred." Kiku smiled.
The blond let out a disappointed whine. He didn't like this at all.
It took everything Kiku had to hold him back from running to the church and back. He really didn't need to hold him, though, Alfred thought, because by the time they got back Nathan was just sitting in their main room, reading one of Arthur's books.
"Here," Alfred said, almost throwing the satchel at Nathan, "Now where is he?"
"He wanted to go to his study, so I let him."
Alfred was gone before he even finished his sentence. He ran through the hall and slammed Arthur's door open.
Arthur jumped, but then scowled at him and placed one hand atop his swollen belly, "Bloody hell, you almost scared him right out of me."
"Artie!" Alfred ran over to him and embraced him, "You're okay!"
"Let me go, git!"
"My god, Arthur, I was so worried!" Alfred let him go but left his hands on his shoulders.
He crossed his arms "Worried? About what, may I ask?"
"I didn't want you to go through this alone."
At that, Arthur blushed bright red and looked away to cough, "I wasn't alone… idiot."
Alfred smiled, but then another thought occurred to him, "Arthur, why are you working? Shouldn't you be laying down and resting?"
Arthur winced and grabbed his stomach.
"No! Artie! What's wrong?"
"Idiot, I'm in labor. What do you think is wrong?"
"Oh…"
"Yeah. I've been working to relax and distract myself from the pain, and then you come in here and have to go and bloody remind me!" He balled his hands into fists.
"I'm sorry," Alfred backed up and help up his hands. The last thing he needed was for Arthur to hurt himself punching him out, "I didn't mean to."
Arthur sighed and sat back down, "I know."
"Artie…" Alfred knelt down behind him and placed his hands on his stomach, "Is there any way I can help?"
He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Alfred, but there's nothing anyone can do right now. It'll be hours until I'm even dilated."
Alfred didn't know what that was supposed to mean, but it didn't really matter, "Can I stay with you?"
The older man gave him a pained smile, "Well, considering how distracting your particular brand of idiocy is I'll be better off if I comply."
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Alfred grinned and ran off to get another chair. He did his very best to distract his husband, constantly asking questions and saying stupid stuff. Arthur looked about ready to strangle him but it seemed like it was working. Every few hours, Arthur would start wincing more and more often and then Alfred would have to go and get him some special tea Nathan had brought to dull the pain. Sometimes he'd be asked to get Nathan himself to check up on Arthur, but even if he didn't Nathan came in at least once every hour. He would have Arthur lean back in his chair and spread his legs and then he'd poke around. Arthur always made sort of a funny face while he was doing it, half way between pain and disgust. Once, after Nathan had gone, Alfred peeked under his husband's tunic. As soon as he caught a glimpse of what was going on, he pulled away in absolute disgust. Arthur just laughed at him. He could say whatever he wanted, but just getting another hole like that was weird enough to warrant more.
After about twelve hours, when Nathan had his fingers inside of Arthur he said, "Alright, then, it's time." He stood and pushed on his back, "Kiku will bring you your clothes in a few moments." And then he left. No words of wisdom, no fanfare, no nothing.
"So this is it?" Alfred asked nervously, "We're gonna have the baby now?"
"I'm going to have the baby, prat," Arthur said, scowling, "But yes, we're more or less to that part," he stroked his belly, "That's right, my darling. Not much longer."
Kiku, dressed in pale green clothing that he wasn't wearing when Alfred got him, came in holding a pile of cloth. He bowed to them before setting them on the table, "Here are your garments." He turned to walk away, but Arthur stood and grabbed him. The two exchanged a very intense glance and then Kiku smiled reassuringly. Not for the first time that day, Alfred felt very, very left out.
"It's funny," Arthur said after Kiku left, "I helped him deliver both of his children. We never thought we'd switch places. Now," he pulled his tunic over his head, "Let's get this monstrosity out of me."
Alfred was about to follow suit but he paused to get one last look at Arthur's body, heavy with child, absolutely beautiful. He couldn't help it, he had to come over and hold him.
"What the hell are you doing, boy?"
"I love you, Arthur," He said.
Arthur rolled his eyes, "I'm about to give birth and you choose now to remind me of that."
"Yeah," Alfred said.
But he understood that they needed to move quickly, so he let Arthur go so that he could pull off his tunic. Arthur quickly dressed himself in the white thing from the pile. Alfred didn't want to call it a tunic, because it wasn't quite one. It was a little too short and plainer than most of the ones people owned. It was probably designed to just barely be enough to cover him. Alfred was relieved to find that the one he was supposed to wear was much longer, both with full sleeves and reaching his mid-calf. He was also glad that it wasn't white, instead being a brown so dark that it was nearly black with a beautiful gold design embroidered on it. He was sure that it was symbolic… of something. Arthur probably knew the point of all the stupid little details, but he was too busy actually having the baby to be bothered with all the ritual surrounding it.
As if hearing his thoughts, Arthur looked at him with a pained look on his face, "Well then," he said, "Let's go."
"Right," Alfred said.
Arthur waddled out into the hall and Alfred followed him at a respectful distance, not wanting his husband to freak out and have one of his "I can still totally do everything I did before I got pregnant" moments. Usually they ended up being hilarious, but Alfred didn't want to make his life any more stressful.
Even if he was walking really really slow.
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Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress his urge to absolutely suffocate the child with love so that he didn't look too dumb after what he'd just said, but he couldn't hide his smile and he couldn't keep himself from holding Peter up to his chest. The child started squirming and mouthing the fabric.
"Um, Arthur," Alfred said, "I think he's hungry."
"Already? He is your son." Arthur started unlacing his shirt, but then paused and shuddered.
"What's wrong?" Alfred asked.
"Afterbirth," Arthur said.
"What's that?"
But his question was answered a moment later when there was another gushy noise and a disgusting bloody mass fell out of Arthur and into the bowl beneath him. Alfred wrinkled his nose.
"That's supposed to happen, right?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah," Arthur said, "We're done now." He pulled off his tunic and handed it to Nathan while Kiku got another cloth wet and started to clean the blood from Arthur's legs.
"What should I do with this?" Alfred moved his arms to show he was talking about Peter, who was still determinedly trying to nurse from his shirt.
"Just give me a moment," Kiku said, "I'll get Arthur cleaned up and then you can go to bed."
"Aren't you staying over?" Alfred asked.
"I have a few other duties to take care of," Kiku said, "I'll join you later."
"Okay."
By that time, Nathan had brought Arthur a different tunic: one almost exactly like Alfred's, but that laced closed in the front.
"Well then," Nathan said grabbing a large satchel and taking the bowl from between Arthur's feet, "I have to go and take care of all this. You know where to find me if you need anything during the night." He pulled on his cloak and opened the door, "Goodnight, gentlemen," And with that he was gone.
Since Alfred was holding Peter, Kiku helped Arthur down the hall and to bed. Arthur quickly unlaced his tunic and held out his arms to take the baby. Alfred handed him over and lied down next to Arthur. He watched as Peter moved his mouth around before finally latching onto one of Arthur's nipples starting to drink.
"How does it feel?"
"Odd."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but warm. It's sort of nice." He eased back further into the pillow.
Alfred set his head on his shoulder so that he could watch Peter more closely. He still didn't quite understand. He felt such a strong connection to him, even though he looked nothing like a person, even though all he had really been to Alfred was some weird part of Arthur that moved and made him look sexier. He didn't even know him yet, he had no idea of the kind of person he'd become. Still, he was happy and he felt almost a sense of closure.
"Babies are so weird," he thought as he closed his eyes and wiggled closer to Arthur.
All three of them were asleep by the time Kiku came in.
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They made it back to their main room eventually. Kiku and Nathan were waiting there, sitting at the table and talking. In the center of the room there was this weird stand thing. It was a big old slab of wood, which had a cut-out for the large bowl they had gotten from the church. There were two thick poles coming up from the slab with blocks wrapped in cloth attached to the top. Next to it there was the pile of white linens and the oil. There was a large pot next to the fire, but Alfred didn't smell anything.
Arthur understood better than Alfred, because he went right to the weird wood thing and stood on it, straddling the bowl and resting his forearms on the blocks. Naturally, Alfred went to him right away and took one of his hands. He looked up at his husband, silently asking him if he was going to be alright. The smaller man smiled weakly in response and rubbed Alfred's thumb.
"I'll be okay," He said, "Not much longer."
"I should be comforting you."
"It's alright, Alfred-san," Kiku said, going to Arthur's other side, "He's seen this before. You haven't."
Alfred watched Nathan, who was muttering something or other over the oil. When he finished, he smiled and said, "Sorry, but I'm required to do this. Otherwise I could lose my license."
He drew the compass points on his forehead with the oil and then did the same to Alfred and Kiku, ending by drawing one on Arthur's forehead and another on the bottom of his stomach.
"It is a bit funny, isn't it?" Arthur asked, wincing.
"Well, you know how it is," Nathan said, setting the jar back on the table, "The priests can't bear to be left out of anything important, so they decided to throw all these unnecessary bits in." He rolled his eyes and got down on his knees, "You're still not quite there, but it shouldn't be too long now."
Arthur let out a sigh of relief, "Thank god."
Alfred just tightened his grip on Arthur's hand. This part was going to be the worst, wasn't it? He'd never actually seen a newborn, but with how huge Arthur's belly had gotten it had to be pretty big and it was probably going to hurt like hell on the way out. Arthur closed his eyes and took deep, measured breaths, occasionally broken by a pained gasp.
"Oh fuck!" He said, opening his eyes and squeezing Alfred's hand for a moment.
"There we go," Nathan said, "The worst of it's over, Arthur, just trust your instincts."
Arthur grunted and shut his eyes again. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was open, but he didn't seem to be in pain like he had before. Alfred was overflowing with questions: Was he okay? What was going on? Was he excited to be a mom? What did it feel like? But he bit his tongue. This was Arthur's day and he was the one with the important job to do. Alfred looked over to Kiku, who also had a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face. Right now, he was his best friend: the other guy being left out and unable to really help.
It was really, really quiet: the only noises were the crackling of the fire and Arthur's labored panting. Nathan and Arthur were too busy concentrating to say anything, Alfred felt too awkward, and Kiku was just as silent as usual. Alfred had no idea how much time actually passed, but it felt like hours and hours.
Then Arthur let out a little surprised, "Oh," and with and wet, gushy noise Peter slid into Nathan's arms. Alfred knew something was wrong. His son's body was all covered in blood and wrinkled and he wasn't screaming. Nathan didn't say anything. Maybe he was just holding off on telling Arthur?
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He picked up one of the white pieces of cloth, dipped it in the pot, and began to clean him off. He was still red, even under the blood. Nathan tied some string around the chord attaching Peter back to Arthur and then cut it. Arthur just stood there and watched the old man clean their baby and put a diaper on him. Peter was wiggling around, but all of his movements were jerky and he was making high-pitched noises that were nothing like Alfred had ever heard. It was horrible, and he was the only one who seemed to realize it. Hell, why wasn't Kiku saying anything?
But then when Nathan stood up he had a smile on his face. Arthur held his hands out expectantly. Maybe they were both too tired to notice that something was obviously wrong?
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Alfred decided that Arthur was clearly crazy when he started cooing to him, "Hello there, darling," he said once he actually had him in his arms, "I've wanted to see you for so long," he kissed his forehead, "And you're so beautiful, love."
"Uh," Alfred said, "He's bright red."
Now Arthur was looking at him like he was stupid, "They all look like this when they first come out, idiot."
Alfred frowned, "But all the one's I've seen-"
"-Aren't newborns." He looked back down at the baby, "Oh, Peter, one of the first things you need to learn is that your father is a moron. Say it with me now, 'daddy's an idiot.'"
Alfred scowled, "Let me see him."
Arthur smiled and handed him over. Alfred inspected his face closely. He couldn't see anything of Arthur or himself in the boy's features. Well, except for that it looked like he inherited his mother's eyebrows. He was none too cute up close. But then he looked at Alfred, really looked at him with those huge blue eyes, so innocent and confused and Alfred fell head-over-heels in love. He had to repress his urge to absolutely suffocate the child with love so that he didn't look too dumb after what he'd just said, but he couldn't hide his smile and he couldn't keep himself from holding Peter up to his chest. The child started squirming and mouthing the fabric.
"Um, Arthur," Alfred said, "I think he's hungry."
"Already? He is your son." Arthur started unlacing his shirt, but then paused and shuddered.
"What's wrong?" Alfred asked.
"Afterbirth," Arthur said.
"What's that?"
But his question was answered a moment later when there was another gushy noise and a disgusting bloody mass fell out of Arthur and into the bowl beneath him. Alfred wrinkled his nose.
"That's supposed to happen, right?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah," Arthur said, "We're done now." He pulled off his tunic and handed it to Nathan while Kiku got another cloth wet and started to clean the blood from Arthur's legs.
"What should I do with this?" Alfred moved his arms to show he was talking about Peter, who was still determinedly trying to nurse from his shirt.
"Just give me a moment," Kiku said, "I'll get Arthur cleaned up and then you can go to bed."
"Aren't you staying over?" Alfred asked.
"I have a few other duties to take care of," Kiku said, "I'll join you later."
"Okay."
By that time, Nathan had brought Arthur a different tunic: one almost exactly like Alfred's, but that laced closed in the front.
"Well then," Nathan said grabbing a large satchel and taking the bowl from between Arthur's feet, "I have to go and take care of all this. You know where to find me if you need anything during the night." He pulled on his cloak and opened the door, "Goodnight, gentlemen," And with that he was gone.
Since Alfred was holding Peter, Kiku helped Arthur down the hall and to bed. Arthur quickly unlaced his tunic and held out his arms to take the baby. Alfred handed him over and lied down next to Arthur. He watched as Peter moved his mouth around before finally latching onto one of Arthur's nipples starting to drink.
"How does it feel?"
"Odd."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but warm. It's sort of nice." He eased back further into the pillow.
Alfred set his head on his shoulder so that he could watch Peter more closely. He still didn't quite understand. He felt such a strong connection to him, even though he looked nothing like a person, even though all he had really been to Alfred was some weird part of Arthur that moved and made him look sexier. He didn't even know him yet, he had no idea of the kind of person he'd become. Still, he was happy and he felt almost a sense of closure.
"Babies are so weird," he thought as he closed his eyes and wiggled closer to Arthur.
All three of them were asleep by the time Kiku came in.
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Arthur was ready to call it: Peter looked exactly like his father. He'd gotten everything from him: those big blue eyes, the perfect nose, the soft straight hair, the strong jaw line (even if it was hidden under baby fat, it was still there), the radiant smile. Hell, they even had the same bloody personality. At least the boy had inherited some of the general Kirkland traits: massive eyebrows and an almost silky aura. Arthur privately hoped that as he aged Peter's currently platinum-blond hair would turn ashen instead of gold, but he didn't worry about it too much. He was lovely just as he was.
Besides, watching Alfred interact with a child who looked so much like him sent the best sort of tingle up Arthur's spine.
That he also kept private.
At least, he hoped it was private.
Alfred, for his part, seemed to be absolutely fascinated by Arthur's ability to produce milk. Whenever he nursed Peter Alfred would watch. Sometimes he tried to hide it, but often he simply stared. It all came to a head one day when they were both locked inside because of a rainstorm. Arthur lay in bed with Peter, who was sucking lazily on him but not really drinking anymore, spread out on his chest. He ran a hand down Peter's spine, loving the closeness he felt to his baby boy. Alfred was next to them, just looking. Arthur had long since gotten used to it, and Alfred had seen it all anyway. But then the idiot did something new, he leaned over and wrapped his lips around Arthur's other nipple.
After gasping, Arthur hissed, "What the Hell are you doing, boy?"
Alfred smiled into his nipple but didn't say anything. He just looked up at him with those big blue eyes shining mischievously and began to suck, feeding right next to his son. Arthur's movement in response seemed to amuse Peter because he had the exact same look on his face.
He felt himself blushing, and it didn't get better when Alfred lifted his head and said, "Hey, Petie, look at daddy," because then he did and Alfred nuzzled him.
Arthur's heart stuttered when Peter grabbed Alfred's shirt and Alfred wrapped his arms around his tiny body. He sat up and began to leave kisses on every inch of space available, from Peter's cheeks to his toes. Peter giggled and squirmed.
"Sorry I had to interfere with cuddle time, but your mommy really likes it when I do this to you," Arthur blushed redder in embarrassment. It wasn't a secret after all… Damn. "Yes he does. And he's so pretty right now. Now, I'm gonna put you in your cradle, and you need to be quiet because I'm gonna make your mommy really, really happy, okay?"
He gurgled happily.
"Great! Daddy loves you." He nuzzled him again and stood up.
"Hey! Don't I get a say in this?" Arthur asked.
"Oh, come on," he pouted, "We haven't had sex in months."
"But Peter is right there."
"-And he's not gonna remember any of this anyway." Alfred set Peter down gently, placing one last kiss on the top of his head.
"But I still-"
Then Alfred was back on the bed, kneeling over him, "Come on, you want me, don't you?"
"This is neither the time nor the place."
"What do you mean? It's evening, and it's raining. We're at our own home, in bed, and you're more beautiful than ever."
Arthur blushed, "It's just… it's weird with him so close."
"Ignore him," Alfred whispered, licking his ear, "It's just you and me."
Arthur shuddered, "Oh, Alfred!"
"Come on, let me love you."
Alfred pulled away and looked at him; face that mixture of desire and respect that drove him crazy. Arthur just nodded. His breaths were shallow and rapid already. Damn.
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Alfred smiled and leaned down to kiss him. They broke apart for a moment to strip naked but then they were back on each other, licking and sucking and kissing, cocks rubbing together, fingernails biting skin. It had been way too long. Arthur didn't even know how badly he needed Alfred until he was on top of him kissing him silly.
It took an awfully long time for Alfred to find the slick. It had been buried beneath swaddling clothes and extra diapers and other baby things, but Alfred remembered how to prepare him as though they'd last made love as recently as a week ago and not last fall when Alfred's parents were gushing all over Peter for long enough that they could slip back to their house. With his other hand Alfred rubbed Arthur's nipple, making some of his milk dribble out. Arthur moaned and bucked into Alfred's fingers. He'd forgotten how good this felt.
"Alright, you good to go?"
Arthur could only bob his head ecstatically and grip the sheet. Alfred lined up and pushed in. Oh, fuck, he hadn't been stretched quite enough but it didn't really matter. It felt good just to be with his husband after so long. Arthur couldn't keep his eyes open. He just leaned back, wrapped his legs around the small of Alfred's back, and let his body take control.
Alfred leaned down to bite at his chest, nibbling at his collar bone and leaving love-bites all over. Arthur just panted, trying to keep up but too overwhelmed to do a proper job. Then the little bastard had the balls to bite one of his swollen nipples hard.
"No," he said, "That's sensitive."
"How 'bout this then?" And then he started sucking.
It was interesting to say the least: gentle, calming breastfeeding combined with hard, erotic thrusts. Arthur didn't know what to do, so he just moaned and clutched him tighter. Then he stopped sucking, pressing his broad, hot tongue against it while one hand came up to coax milk from its partner.
With a shout, Arthur's eyes flew open. He looked over to the crib to see Peter watching them with a confused look on his face.
"I'm okay," He thought to him, "You don't have to worry about me. All this, every layer of me that daddy's pealing away to leave me like this, is love. This brought you here. You can thank this for your existence. Oh God, Peter, some day you'll know, you'll feel what I'm feeling."
He looked back down at Alfred, who was still drinking, and petted his hair. They locked eyes and both of them smiled. Arthur hadn't felt nearly so happy or complete in ages. He was so at peace that he didn't realize he had come until Alfred pulled away and started cleaning them. After he'd finished that, he got Peter and gave him to Arthur. He fell asleep like that: husband at his side, child on his chest, and the entire world warm and soft and beautiful.
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