Barkow/Beau Dorn Mpreg.
Title: Love grows over time
Fandom: Crossfire Trail
Pairings: Barkow/Beau Dorn
Warnings: Slash, Sex, Mpreg, M/M
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
Summary: Barkow and Beau Dorn grow closer than ever after being exiled from Their home in wyoming.
Authors note: All credit goes to my friend Makiah ^^
Barkow helped Beau into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. "come on Beau, help me out here?" Beau moaned, and bit his lip, trying not to cry. " I can't put any wait on my leg." he complained in pain. Barkow sighed. " none at all?" he asked, stopping for awhile.
Beau shook his head. " No... it hurts to much." Barkow stopped and picked him up. " might as well just carry you then." he took him upstairs and and laid him on the bed. " Are you sure you can't move it?" he asked worridly. " no, it hurts even when I don't move it." he mouthed, letting a tear drip down his cheek.
Barkow walked back out the door. " I'm goin to you a doctor, I'll be back, just lay still and don't make a sound." Beau hid his face in a pillow. " Hurry The hell up!" he yelled. Barkow hurried out the door and went down stairs. he walked out the front door and locked it back.
He hoped no one would find Beau alone up their. For anyone in this town would have a nerve to kill him now. He started to walk off the front porch but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw about a dozen horses coming down the street towards the house. he stepped back onto the porch, fearing for Beau and Himself.
The Posse came closer and stopped right at the front steps. " Barkow." " Yes. may I ask who you are?" The tall man in front of all the others looked up at Barkow, his eyes filled with hate and discust. " My names Jay Jason, I'm the state marshall." Barkow backed up.
" What do you want from me?" he asked fearfully. " By order of board of the state of Wyoming, you and your partner are being evicted from this town." Barkow's eyes went wide. " Listen here Marshall! you can't do that, I built this town!" " don't you dare raise your voice to me barkow."
The marshall pulled out a gun. " you got till tomorrow mornin to get your things and get the hell out of town!" The marshall turned his horse and he and the other men rode off down the street again, leaving barkow in shock standing at the front door of what had been his home for over 15 years.
He walked in and hurried upstairs, grabbing a large suitecase and packing all his belongings into it. Beau cocked and eye open, his face pale and sick from loss of blood. " what are ya doin? I thought you were gettin me a doctor." he said voice low. Barkow got up and walked over to the bed.
He felt Beau's head. " My god Beau, your burning up." he told him. Beau pulled the covers closer to him, shivering violently. Barkow grabbed his suitecase and walked out the door. " I'l be back, don't go anywhere." " don't worry, I don't think I can." Barkow loaded all of their stuff into the buggy and then hitched the two black stalllions to the front of it.
He then went back inside and got Beau. " Beau come on lets go." he helped him up. " what the hell are you doin Barkow,... ow! my leg! let me lay down please!" " I'll carry you if I have to But we need to leave now. I'll explain on the way, lets just get goin before we both get killed."
Before Beau could protest any longer Barkow picked him up and rushed outside to the buggy. He sat Beau in the front seat next to him and snapped the reins. The horses took off down the street and out of town. Beau looked back at the little mountain town. " where are we goin?"
He asked, voice still weak. Barkow sighed. " anywhere but here,.... they kicked us out of town Beau... we can't ever go back." Beau's eyes went wide and he looked behind him. " well,..." he said, quietly. " Can't say ya didn't see it comin...."
After they had rode for a few hours Beau's leg was hurting him more than it ever had so barkow started to look for shelter, so he could treat the wound. And after a few more hours of searching, they came across an abandoned cabin. it was about three in the morning and Beau was asleep.
" Beau wake up." He shook him. " Leave me alone, I'm hurtin." " I Know but you've gotta come inside so I can try to fix your leg." Beau fell back asleep, so barkow lifted him out of the buggy and took him inside the cabin. There was a bedroom inside, so Barkow laid Beau down on the double bed.
" Alright Beau, now wake up." he said gently shaking his hired killer awake. " what do you want now?" Beau griped at him, still half asleep. " I'm gonna try and fix your leg up, just wanted you to know incase it hurt at all." " just shut up and let me sleep." he demanded laying his head back down.
Barkow gently took Beau's boot off his left leg and rolled his pant leg up. He took one look at his leg and knew it was infected. It was swollen and inflamed, and it looked horribly painful. Barkow gently brushed his hand across the wound, trying to see where the bullet was embeded.
Beau's eyes shot open and he jerked his leg away from Barkow. " Don't Touch It Anymore!" he begged, almost crying. Barkow grabbed Beau's leg again and held it so he couldn't jerk away. " Would you raher have me dig out that bullet or Do ya want me to have to cut your leg off."
Beau quit struggling at the thought of having his leg cut off. It took about an hour, but Barkow was finally able to dig the bullet out of beau's leg, of course the kicking and screaming didn't help at all. Then he cleaned the wound out with hot water and some liniment oil that he'd grabbed from his drug cabinet before leaving the house.
He wrapped Beau's leg up and letft him alone so he could sleep. He went out into the other room to look around the cabin. It was a pretty nice place. It had a bedroom, A kitchen, a living room and a fireplace. there was a pretty sturdy corral standing outside and a barn right next to the cabin.
They might as well get comfortable. he thought. they were going to be here until Beau heeled up, wich would be at least two months due to how bad his injuries were. He took a cigarette out of his coat pocket and lit it up, blowing smoke rings in the dark. what he didn't know was how long that they were actually going to be there.....
Over the next Few Weeks, Barkow worked to fix the old place up a bit and Beau's leg had finally healed up after a month of not being able to walk on it. Now they were just trying to think of where they were going to go and how they were going to get there without the law catching them.
Since Beau was wanted for murder in every state in the country, including some of mexico and canada, it was going to be diffucult. The months went by, but the two of them still hadn't thought of a plan. Actually they had grown a little fond of there hide out, enough to call it a home.
They each took turns cooking every night, though neither of them was very good at it. Barkow used to have people to cook for him, so he was worse than Beau at it. Beau had fended for himself for most of his life so he knew how to cook, he just wasn't very good at it.
They each had to do the laundary every few days and they took turns doing the rest of the house work. After a few months went by it was sorta like playing house, though Beau didn't want to admit it. Barkow was more optimistic though, he'd always felt that he and Beau had had some kind of special connection with eachother.
More than just partners, or even friends for that matter. Suddenly he thought, maybe his was..... no, no he was just veing plain crazy. it wasn't love, Beau didn't love him, and he probably never would.... yet still, Barkow loved him, " what a stupid idea.." he thought. " He'll never fall for me..."
It all started one night after dinner. Beau sat cleaning his gun, barkow was starring at him. " Got any idea where we could go yet?" he asked him. Beau looked up. " Maybe, ... I thought we could go back east to Dodge City" " you got family there?" " it's my home town what do you think?"
Barkow's skin got hot and tight around him. " um... Beau?" " what?" Barkow hesitated, but let the words come out of his mouth anyway. " Beau.... do you ever think that there... might be somthing more between us then this?" Beau gave him a questioning look. " what do ya mean?"
" well uh.... I mean more than..... just friends." he said low. Beau blushed, his skin getting hot. Barkow kept looking at him. " Answer me... please." Beau gulped and continued cleaning his gun. " Beau..." He looked up finally. " I love you..... I wanna know if you love me back."
Beau looked back down, his face turning a deep crimson color. When he finally looked back up, Barkow thought that he'd say no, but to his surprise, the killer looked directly at him and said. " yeah.... I have thought that." Barkow grinned. " so.... you do love me back?"
He asked hopefully. " Yeah.... I guess I do." Barkow smiled, Beau's face just got reder and he looked down at the floor. " this is awkward." he said Barkow smiled. " I got a way to make it unawkward again.' Beau looked up at him. " what do you....?" Before he could say anything else, Barkow was on top of him, dragging him onto the floor and jerking his pants off.
" What The Hell are you doin?!" he screamed at him, trying to get away. " You said you loved me back didn't you?" He grabbed the lube out of his back pocket and coated his cock with it. " Yeah, but I didn't give you permisssion to Fuck me!?" He squirmed beneath him.
" hold still, I don't wanna hurt you." " Get off me you bastard!" " Not a chance, darlin." he began to push inside him. " ah! god!" " Hold still Beau." he began to thrust in and out of him. Beau gave up trying to get away, barkow was stronger than he looked, and besides that this was begining to please him.
" Squeeze me Beau.... squeeze me hard!" Beau clamped his muscles down around Barkow's cock. Barkow hissed with pleasure and thrusted harder into him. " take your shirt off." he told beau. Beau stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned Barkow's then slipped it off his shoulders.
" Harder!" Beau begged, his cock growing harder. Barkow slammed into him, making him scream with pleasure again and again. Beau was close to coming, his cock was swollen and hard. Barkow sensed it and grabbed the base of his cock, holding off his orgasm.
" Don't... Bruce.... let me cum please!" " I don't wnt to yet, I'm not done with you yet" he grinned evily and slammed into him again. " Ahhhh!" Beau screamed and clung tight to Barkow. " God don't stop!" " I don't plan on it!" he promised, pressing a rough kiss to his mouth, pushing his tounge inside.
Beau shivered as Barkow shoved his cock deeper, hitting his prostate. " deeper....." he begged. " please..." Barkow pushed his cock in deeper, until he was balls deep in his lover's ass. " One more time...." Beau begged him. Barkow let go of Beau's cock and pulled out of him.
but then before Beau could protest he slammed back into him all the way. " OH SHIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!" He shouted as he came, spilling his seed onto the floor beneath them. He clamped his muscles down around barkow's cock as hard as he could. " GOD DAMN IT!" Barkow shouted and came hard, flooding Beau's insides with his seed.
Beau fell unconcious, feeling the warmth of Barkow's release filling his body. Barkow slowly pulled out of him and then stood and picked him up. He carried him back to the bedroom and laid him down. He then slipped under the covers with him and took him into his arms.
" Goodnight." he whispered. ' I love you...' he kissed him and then they both drifted off to sleep...... the next couple of months were better than all the time they'd spent together in years, they had planned to go back east to kansas as soon as they could, but then the morning they had planned to leave barkow found Beau outside, throwing up.
" What happened to you?" he asked, rushing to him. after throwing up for the twelfth time Beau looked up at him. " I think i'm sick.' he said low. Barkow helped him up off his knee's. " go lay down, we'll wait to leave till your well. Beau walked back inside, still feeling sck and went back to sleep.......
After the throwing up in the mornings had gone on for almost two whole weeks, Beau had complained of his stomach hurting. " wheres it hurt?" Barkow asked him. " all over, it feels like somthing's stretching out my skin." Barkow gave him a questioning look. " let me see.'
Beau pulled up his shirt and let barkow see his slightly distended belly. Barkow starred at it blindly for awhile, but then he got up enough courage and put a hand to it. " What are you doing?" Beau asked confused. Barkow rubbed his hand across beau's stomach, a big smile spreading across his face.
' whats with the dumbass smile Bruce?" Beau asked, irritated. Barkow held his hand in one place on the killer's stomach, and he chuckled to himself. Beau looked at him like he was crazy. " what the hells wrong with you?" he asked, confused. Barkow took Beau's hand.
" Feel for yourself." he said, laying Beau's hand where his had been. He held his hand there until he felt something from inside him jabb his hand. He jerked back. " What the hell was that?!" he panicked. " don't panick Beau, he's just kicking, all babies do, just calm down."
Beau's eyes went wide. Barkow smiled. Beau just starred in shock. " you said its a ......" " baby?" Beau nodded his head and gulped. " am I...." " pregnant?" " let me finish a sentence damn it!" " sorry...... but yeah your definatly pregnant, i can't belive we didn't notice before."
" No No No!" Beau hid his face in barkow's shoulder. " I can't be pregnant, I just can't be, I'm supposed to take life away not create it." " calm down darling, this is wonderful news." " maybe for you... you don't have to have it." Barkow kissed his forehead. " You'll do just fine, don't worry."
Beau laid his head up against barkow's shoulder. " Why me?" he asked, depressed. Barkow stroked his hair. " well, looks like we'll be stayin here for awhile longer." He told him. Beau looked up at him. " what? but I wanna go home now." " Beau it's to dangerous, the laws after us, and Covington's probably looking to finish us off. we can't leave with a baby on the way."
" But we can't stay here, I want a doctor to be there when I give birth to it." " Darling I'm sorry, we just can't go yet, I don't wanna risk it." Beau looked away frm him. " now don't be like that darling.' he gently turned his head back around. " you know for a fact that it's to dangerous.'
Beau laid back again, resting a hand on his stomach. " Yeah... guess your right."..... over the next few months everything changed. Beau was heavy now, and his breath was short, Barkow knew it wouldn't be long, so he'd taken it upon himself to build the baby a crib.
But of course he wasn't much of a builder, so Beau had to help him out a bit. They couldn't leave to go into town so they had to make all the baby's clothes. and to their surprise they actually did a pretty good job. Barkow built an extra room onto the house for the baby to sleep.
And just in time to, cause the very next night, Beau finally went into labor. He had been up all night and wasn't able to sleep. so barkow came out into the living room to check on him. " Are you still awake?" " I Can't sleep." he complained. Barkow came over and sat next to him on the couch.
He rubbed his lover's stomach. " do you think it might be time?" he asked him worridly. Beau shook his head. " I don't know, I don't think so, it don't hurt at all." Barkow took him into his arms. " well, guess your just gettin restless then." Beau stated to close his eyes.
But then suddenly a sharp pain tore through his body. " Bruce let go!" he screamed. Barkow let go of him and he stood up. a gush of water spilled from him and onto the floor. " It's time." he said, quietly. Barkow got up and helped him back to the bedroom. " I'll be right back, just rest alright?"
" Alright." Barkow went into the kitchen and put some water on the stove to boil. He stood and watched it for awhile, until he heard Beau scream and he rushed back to the bedroom. Beau was laying on his side, his hand pressed to his back trying to rub it, And he was screaming in pain.
Barkow rushed to him, took his hand and rubbed his back. " shhh, hush now darling it'll all be alright." " God it hurts!" " I know darling I know." he kissed his cheek. " It'll all be over soon." he told him, trying to calm him. " you promise?" Beau whimpered. Barkow nodded. " I promise.'......
Nearly 20 hours later......
"AHHHHHHHH!" Beau screamed, panting for breath through a horribly painful contraction. Barkow wiped his sweaty forehead with a warm wet cloth. " your doing fine." he told him. Beau held in another cry as the pain became a little worse. " Cut it out! just cut it out!"
" He's almost here darling." Beau moaned. " you've been sayin that for hours!" he cried. Barkow rubbed his back, desperatly attempting to ease his pain. " I promise honey, he's almost here, your contractions are only a minute apart now. infact I think your ready to start pushing."
Beau rested against Barkow's shoulder. " are you sure." " yes darling I'm sure, now you need to push with the next contraction okay?" " okay.... will you catch him?" " yes darling I will, you just concentrate alright." " alright." Barkow grabbed a towel off the night stand and held it underneath Beau.
Beau tensed at the next contraction and beared down. Barkow whispered words of encouragment and love in his ear while he pushed, giving him a little more strength. " thats good darling, keep pushing." Beau took another breth and pushed harder. " AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed.
" I know it hurts honey, I know, just keep going." The contraction ended and Beau laid his head back. " Please Pull him out!" he begged. Barkow kissed his forehead. " I can't darling, you need to push him out." " no, I can't." " Yes you can, I know you can." he held Beau's leg back a little.
Beau moaned as another contraction started. " Push Beau, you can do it." Beau pushed as hard as he could. "OWWWWWWWW!" he screamed, feeling the burning of the baby's head crowning. " your doing it beau, I can see him." Beau sucked in another breath and continued to push.
" Your doing so well darling, just a little more." " ow it burns." he whimpered laying his head on Barkow's chest. " It's alright honey, your doing excellent, he's almost here." " I... I wanna see him." he whimpered, gripping Barkow's hand tighter, and bearing down again.
Barkow reached into the night stand and grabbed a hand mirror. He held it underneath Beau to where they could both see there baby emerging. Beau continued to push, screaming at the top of his lungs. " Thats a good one darling keep goin." " GOD DAMN IT! HE'S GOT YOUR BIG HEAD!"
Beau screamed at Barkow. " keep pushing darling he's almost...... hey wait a second I don't have a big head." " looked in a miror lately?" Beau asked, irritated. Barkow grinned. " speaking of mirors, look down, you can see him." Beau looked down into the mirrror Barkow was holding.
" awe,...... our baby." Barkow smiled at him. " reach your hand down there, feel his little head." Beau put his hand ontop of the tiny baby's emerging head. He smiled, and let a tear drip from his eye. Barkow smiled. " he's got lots of black hair, just like you." Beau grinned, then cried out as another contraction struck hard.
" Push darling." Barkow instructed him. Beau pushed, as hard as he could, wanting so much for this to be over with. " Bruce He's coming! Catch him!" Barkow put the mirror down and held the towel to the baby's emerging head. " your nearly there darling keep pushing."
Beau pushed a little harder, feeling more pain then ever before. " OWWWWWWWWWWW! PLEASE PULL HIM OUT!" He begged. Barkow smiled great big. " one more darling, just one more." " AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed. The tiny life slipped out of him and into his father's awaiting arms.
" Oh beau..." He lifted the baby up and laid him in Beau's arms. " he's here." Beau held the baby close to him. " Oh My God....." Beau said, looking at the tiny newborn that was squirming in his arms. " Hi honey." he dried the blood off the baby's face and he began to cry.
Barkow smiled. Beau's eyes filled with tears. he looked under the baby's blanket. " Oh it's a boy," Barkow kneeled closer. " hi buddy." he rubbed his finger gently across the baby's cheek. " You did so good darling, he's bueatiful." " I know." Beau said, still looking down in amazment at the tiny newborn.
Barkow sat on the edge of the bed. " what did you decide to name him darling?" Beau stroked the baby's thick black hair. " Arrow... Arrow Jerrad Dorn." Barkow smiled, and stoked the baby's soft skin. " Hi little Arrow." the baby cooed at him. " welcome to the world."
Beau looked up at Barkow. " we need to go back east bruce, we can't raise him here on our own." Barkow looked down at the baby and then back at Beau. " we'll go back east darling." he stroked the baby's hair and the Beau's. " we'll go back east as soon as we can." He kissed his lips and whispered in his ear.
" I Promise"
THE END ^^