| Part 18b � Oh Cupie?� Strife snickered and appeared suddenly in his husband�s lap. Cupid grinned at him, before grabbing him and kissing him, hard. � Aw, man!� Strife moaned, when he pulled away, � You knew I was there, that�s not fair.� He pouted. � It�s the mark, dumbass, �course I knew you were here,� Cupid made another grab for Strife, who jumped off his lap. Cupid growled and stood up, stalking after him. Strife skipped away and grinned, � I know something, you don�t know!� Cupid leapt on him, transporting them to their bed, before they hit the ground. � I don�t care.� Strife pouted, � It�s about Unc and Jox.� He twisted his head to avoid Cupid�s questing mouth. Cupid sat up, � Okay, tell me,� he sighed. Strife shook his head, � Nope, ya not interested.� Cupid stared at him from hooded eyes. Then he smiled and began to rock his hips slowly. Strife moaned and thrust upwards. Cupid stopped. � Tell me.� Strife groaned, � Okay, okay.� He grinned maliciously, � Unc�s expectin�.� � Expecting what?� Strife laughed and patted Cupid�s head, � Duh! Expectin�, as in, same as ya.� Cupid went stock still and then quickly rolled off Strife, leant over the side of the bed and heaved. This was the part of pregnancy he didn�t enjoy, but once his stomach had calmed and he could breathe again, he started to laugh. � Cupe?� Strife blinked at him in confusion. Cupid howled with laughter, � You, you said Pops is expecting?� Strife nodded, frowning. � As in, he�s the one who-who�s pregnant?� Strife nodded, and then grinned as Cupid collapsed on the bed, hysterical. Quickly he cleaned up the mess, with a wave of his hand. Then he straddled Cupid and pushed his arms back, leaning down to kiss the still giggling God. Then he sat up again, as Cupid wriggled out of his grasp. � Euw, Strife, at least let me clean my teeth first!� Strife shrugged, � Doesn�t bother me.� Cupid laughed and waved his hand, � Well, it does me. Now you can kiss me,� he invited. Strife leaned forward again with a grin. � I missed ya, baby,� he whispered against Cupid�s lips. He pressed a soft kiss against them. Cupid pulled him close, kissing equally softly. *I missed you too* He chuckled mentally *Gods, we�re a pair of dopes!* Strife sat back and grinned at him, � Ya haven�t seen Unc wit� Joxer yet!� Cupid laughed, � They can�t possibly be as bad as us!� � Judgin� by how they are in public, I�d say at least as bad in private!� Cupid looked momentarily stunned. Then he shook his head, � Enough about them, don�t you have a promise to keep?� Strife frowned thoughtfully for a second, then his face lit up gleefully, � You, me and the middla next week? You betcha!� He leaned forward and supported his weight on his hands, staring down at his love. Cupid reached up and cupped his face, drawing him down for a long, deep kiss. At some point, their clothes vanished and they moved together in a slow rhythm that mirrored exploring lips and questing hands. � Need you,� Cupid whispered, � Need you in me, please.� Strife lifted up and pushed Cupid�s legs back to his chest. he oiled his fingers with a thought and traced circles around the entrance to Cupid�s body. Cupid moaned and pushed his hips up, wordlessly begging for penetration. Slowly, Strife slid in a finger, rotating it, pushing deep to brush against the small nub within Cupid�s body. As Cupid writhed beneath him, he added another finger, then a third, pumping slowly. � More,� Cupid whispered. Strife rubbed the oil over his cock, and lined himself up. He pushed into Cupid�s willing body, lying forward to rest against Cupid�s thighs. He reached between them and wrapped his fingers round Cupid�s shaft, stroking lightly. When he felt Cupid relax around him, he pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in one smooth stroke. He gasped as Cupid clenched his muscles around him, and leaned down to reclaim lush lips. They rocked slowly together, building up momentum until Strife was plunging into his husband�s body. *Love you, love you so much!* Cupid screamed mentally as he came, spilling his seed over Strife�s hand. Strife stiffened and thrust deeply into Cupid�s convulsing passage, coming jerkily inside his husband. � Love you too,� he whispered, as he collapsed on top of Cupid. He pulled out and rolled over, not wanting to crush the pregnant God. Cupid rolled over and rested his head on Strife�s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He gently traced random patterns over his husband�s pale skin. � Do you think they�ll be okay?� he asked quietly. Strife hugged him, � I hope so.� |