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— Tango —
If there's anything he hates about trying to get gravid, it'd probably be how long it takes before he'll possibly get a positive.
If there's anything else, it's probably how horrible the medicine he has to take to induce his heats tastes.
The only good thing? Well, maybe not always good, but it is in this case. That it doesn't matter what his partner is packing.
He could simply rub his dick against Bdubs' clit and get pregnant if he really wanted to. And he does want to.
Tonight? His boyfriend lays above him with that dumb, dark green, sparky dildo strap on that they love to use so much.
Sadly for the mood, and for the heat burning through Tango's body and filling him with need and want, Bdubs stops as they take their fingers out of him.
"Tango, are you– are you sure about this?" Bdubs asks cautiously, already holding themself over Tango.
The two lay in the netherborn's nest as he squirms, looking up at his boyfriend with a sort of flame behind his eyes.
"We could always–"
"I know what I want, Bdubs." Tango says with a sigh. "Are you having second thoughts about this?"
"I just– I'm worried, that's all. Getting pregnant–"
"Bdubs, snookums, we've already been trying for what, a year and a half? I'm not gonna let Skizz and Zed beat us."
They roll their eyes, settling a hand over his lower abdomen before they kiss him.
"Besides, if you don't fuck me right now, I'll just spend my heat with Impulse." He says as he shrugs his shoulders.
"Wow, getting my boyfriend to fuck you instead of I?"
"Well if you don't get that strap in me…" He wraps his legs around Bdubs' waist, or at least tries to.
His boyfriend raises an eyebrow before stroking themself. "Maybe."
"C'mon, Bdubs." Tango playfully growls before wrapping his arms around Bdubs' neck, pulling them closer to nip at their skin. "I know you want to breed me."
Bdubs almost moans as Tango pulls on their hair. " Shit , alright, I'll– fuck , I'll breed ya. I'll get ya nice n' full."
" Good boy ." Tango says darkly.
— Skizz —
"Skizz, buddy, are you okay?" Impulse asks cautiously.
Really he should know the answer by now, the poor angel's been sick for the past two weeks since his Limited Life ended with no known cause and–
His stomach twists again as the demon enters the bathroom, a warm hand rubs circles into his back and he almost feels like breaking down.
It isn't fun. It's the absolute opposite of fun. Skizz body almost hurts, especially his stomach, his ribs, and his throat as his body empties again.
Those claws work to undo a few knots where Impulse can, but it isn't easy even as this round of vomiting ends.
"Starting to think… that maybe you weren't joking… or wrong…" Skizz manages to gasp out.
"Joking about what, buddy?" Impulse tilts his head at that, looking and sounding confused.
"’bout knocking me up."
His partner laughs and it almost sounds manic as he shakes his head. "What?"
"'s not flu…" He murmurs.
Skizz can just faintly hear Impulse's purr from where he sits, moving to preen at the pin feathers between the angel's shoulders.
"If you really think you're pregnant, I could go and buy some tests." The demon offers.
He awkwardly wraps a feathered wing around Impulse, dragging him closer. Skizz looks up at him, trying to look as starry eyed as he can–
"I'm not kissing you when your mouth is full of gross." Impulse says with a sigh.
"C'mon, just for me?"
"I can kiss your cheek." Impulse offered.
"Fine." Skizz tries to sound annoyed, but he's somehow more relieved.
It's a soft thing, gentle and warm in the way Impulse can be when he's calm.
"Call me if you need anything, okay?"
All he can really manage is a coo, his throat burning and his body achingly tired as he continues to lean against the toilet rim.
— Tango —
Maybe four weeks have passed since his heat officially ended, but that never stops his libido.
The netherborn nips at Bdubs' neck, taking delight in those half awake moans as they arch their back.
He can't really stop himself from sucking little marks into the other's skin. Along his throat, neck, almost everywhere that is exposed.
" Shit , baby." Bdubs moans. "Thought your heat was over."
"And? I can still be horny." Tango jokes.
His boyfriend drags him close, arms wrapping around his neck as he goes back to marking them. Though this time he swipes his thumb over their nipples, feeling how the other shivers under his touch and—
An alarm blares from his communicator, a reminder that he's getting distracted – again… – and needs to do something today.
Tango pulls away from Bdubs, sitting over them as he glares at his alarm. There's a whine under him, needy and annoyed as they grow restless.
"Sorry, snookums." He says shyly. "But I have to do something."
"I hate you so much." Bdubs complains.
"Yeah, totally. Though I'm pretty sure that's not what I heard you say last night." He hums. "I seem to remember you begging to be edged and how much you loved me for it. And in general."
Bdubs groans as they roll their eyes.
"C'mon, I have to take the test and not procrastinate on it… again …"
"Fine, but I'm getting revenge later."
"Oh? I guess that's a deal then."
He shifts, crawling off of Bdubs and soon off of the bed as his tail swishes anxiously.
Sure, he'd done this several times before, he was used to the odd feeling of peeing on a stick and of waiting those agonizing five minutes, but it always made his heart pound.
For now, he sets it aside until the answer shows, curling up on the couch as Bdubs rubs small circles into his belly.
"Do you think it worked this time?" Bdubs murmurs against Tango's chest.
"I hope so." He replies easily with a dry laugh. "If it didn't, then I'll just– I'll just have to chug the medicine again."
Bdubs seems to smile at that, nuzzling into him.
They both take a deep, hitched breath when the timer goes off, Tango leaning over to look at the test and–
— Skizz —
It takes maybe half an hour before Impulse returns. A small box in hand as he sits beside Skizz.
The angel's moved to lay against the bathtub, fatigue almost feeling like it was holding him underwater. He can barely move his limbs.
"I'm not helping you, Skizz." Impulse growls.
"C'mon, just for me?" Skizz says with a strained voice.
"No. Not even for piss kink stuff."
He groans, giving up as the demon hands him a test.
The angel takes it, flipping the stick over and over, tilting his head as he looks closer.
"Never thought I'd have to use one of these." Skizz laughs.
"Neither did I." Impulse chuckles as he shakes his head.
He's honestly pretty happy he sleeps naked, having to strip to piss on the stick would've drained more energy than he has right now.
It doesn't take long before he's sitting it on the bathtub's rim, Impulse sighing as he rests his head on his partner's shoulder.
"Dipple."
"Yeah?"
"What'll happen if it ends up being positive?"
Impulse gently nudges him as he purrs, gold eyes looking soft. "You want to keep them, don't you?"
"Yeah… I've wanted to be a dad for a while, you already know that."
His hands fall to his lower belly as he purrs, a smile on his face as he strokes his thumb over it.
"I– I want this, Impulse. I want them."
Impulse sets his hand over Skizz's, smiling softly.
"I just know we're gonna be the best parents ever. They're gonna– they're gonna be so awesome, Dipple." He pauses, looking to Impulse. " We're gonna be awesome, Dippledop."
"We don't even know if you're actually pregnant." His partner laughs.
"Yeah, and? My body's not built for it, but I already love them so much–"
"Do you want to check, Skizz?"
His body still feels like it's held down, but he manages to reach for the pregnancy test and–
Two bold, dark lines stand out and make his vision tunnel, even as he looks to Impulse.
"It's– I– I'm… Impulse…"
He can't breathe, his chest tight and his head fuzzy as Impulse places his hand onto Skizz's shoulder.
"I'm pregnant."
"Are you–"
Skizz manages to grab Impulse's hands, putting them on his belly.
"Dipple, we're– we're gonna be dads!"
Only then does it seem to dawn in Impulse, golden eyes growing large and dilated as he does. "We're gonna have a kid."
He wraps his arms around the demon, wings becoming a cocoon for them as joyful purring echoes through the bathroom.
"I thought– I thought I was going to be the one that got pregnant but–"
"I'd never let that happen to you, buddy!" Skizz proudly exclaims. "We're– we'll be the most amazing dads just–"
Impulse, surprisingly, kisses him on his lips. An almost deep one that makes them fall quiet, safe for Skizz's whine.
"I love you, Skizz." Impulse says with a laugh. "I can– I'll make you breakfast, you need to eat for two and–"
"I would love that…" Skizz purrs. "I love you. I love you so much. And I love this kid."
Impulse kisses his cheek before taking his hand, dragging him into the kitchen as he makes breakfast for the now three of them.
— Tango —
"Holy shit." Is all he manages to get out as he looks at the plus.
His heart races as he smiles and—
Tango isn't fully surprised when Bdubs scoops him into a tight hug and kisses them hard and deep before cackling.
"We're gonna be dads! We're gonna be dads, Tango!"
He manages to make some squawk, his tail lashing. "Don't hurt the egg!"
"Sorry! Sorry! I got excited!" Bdubs says as they set him down.
There's that big, dorky smile that Tango fell so hard for then Bdubs is on their knees and lifting his shirt.
"Hey! Hey!" He yelps. "What are you doing!"
"Sit still, Tango!" Bdubs yells in response.
He manages to stay as still as he can, Bdubs peppering his belly with kisses as they whisper.
"You're gonna have the most awesome parents, ya hear? We're– you're gonna end up being so cool that everyone'll be jealous of you."
"Bdubs, I don't think they even have ears yet." He says with a laugh.
"And? Can't I praise my kid?"
" Ours ." Tango corrects.
“Ours…” Bdubs eyes seem to soften at that, dragging Tango to the floor as they pepper him in kisses and nips and–
If they fucked on the living room floor as a celebration for finding out Tango was gravid, no one needed to know.