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The piece of chalk was making a soft melody on the black board as the teacher explained what they had explained at least a million time before. Well, probably not a million time as they were teacher for only five years and had probably five or maybe six classes–oh make it ten with the internship–at worse.
But it felt like a million time already.
“…a genetic change that occurs with male, we don’t know why, we don’t when, and without visible consequences to this change. This is a scientific enigma. Males can have a little womb, working exactly like a female womb to the difference, it’s…”
“Professor Dendro, Professor Dendro!!!”
The teacher sighed. Perhaps that was this one who was making this lesson an ordeal. He turned the head towards the ten years old little boy.
“Yes?”
“If I ask hospital for a radio, I’ll see it, right? Right?”
“No. For some reasons, the womb refuses to appear before the first insemination.”
“What mean… insemination?” a little girl asked.
“Good question, Mona. That mean ‘process of introducing male fertilizing into the female–or male–uterus or womb by natural or artificial mean’,” the teacher explained.
“That means becoming pregnant,” the little boy nodded. “Professor Dendro, professor Dendro! How do we know if a male can be pregnant then?”
“Before the first insemination, we can’t know.”
“But… It’s only fag that can be pregananat?”
“Pallad…” Professor Dendro sighed.
Pallad mumbled ‘corner’ at the same time of the teacher and got up to go in the place that almost belonged to him.
“Yes, and no. It happened case of male making themselves pregnant by mistake. As much as a female can be pregnant because of one spermatozoid, it’s the same for male with a womb.”
“Professor Dendro, professor Dendro! That means!! I can be pregnant all alone?”
“Ajax,” the teacher said with a sigh. “We don’t even know if you could be pregnant. That’s something happening but that’s a rare thing.”
“I want to be pregnant!” Ajax said. “I will be pregnant!”
And after those words, the shy little boy who never talked… went back to his status of little boy that never talked, but he smiled, the head filled with dreams. His mother just gave birth to a little girl and he was the one taking care of her the most. He kept thinking… wouldn’t it be awesome if he had his own little child?
If the belly he caressed was his and not his mother’s belly.
He could have the baby with him always!
Rain lashed the town. Cold. Smelly. Echoing with the tears rolling down Ajax’s body. He felt it on his behind… those spermatozoids wriggling on his mounts and invading him like that man invaded him earlier. For three days.
Three days.
He may have worn a condom most of the time, Ajax remembered his aunt being pregnant despite a condom. And the man had used him so often. He felt the blood, he felt the joyful spermatozoids ready to fulfil him with his dream… and he cried as he hugged his knees.
“I don’t want to be pregnant… I don’t want to be pregnant…” he whispered with despair.
Blood had splashed him.
He should whisper ‘I don’t want to go in jail’, ‘I don’t want to be a murderer’, or future would teach him later he should beg for not losing his sanity… but more important again, he didn’t want to be pregnant from that monster.
“I don’t want to be pregnant… I don’t want to be pregnant…”
“Are you okay?”
Ajax jolted as he heard the voice coming from above him. He moved aside, staring at the young boy standing under the rain without worrying it. He was smiling.
“I… I need morning-after pill,” he whispered.
The other boy looked at him with surprise. They seemed to be about the same age.
“I can’t buy one for you but fortunately… people would do anything for a bit of money,” he said with a smile. “Ma’am!” the little boy dashed towards a lady, holding out a bunch of billets he just tucked out from his cute wallet.
Ajax felt the rain merge with his tears, and he hopped no one could discover his fears, his wrongdoings… He hoped no one would know he had voluntarily killed his very first own baby, him who claimed he would seen be pregnant. Look at him…
The other little boy came back with the tiny box, it almost looked like a jewel box. Ajax wanted to puke. Oh no! Pregnancy nausea? Was it too late already?
“Here is your pill. I’ll give you my number too, call me if you need anything, okay? Anything,” he added, pressing the cheeks in his palms.
Ajax wanted to cry ever more. He, yet, docile, nodded…
“Ah…ah… Daddy… more…”
Ajax’s fingers wrinkled the sheets under the passion inhabiting him. The bed moaned in rhythm with Ajax’s moans, his forehead resting against the mattress as the violent pleasure was draining him. He could feel the pressure on the huge hands on his firm waist, he could feel the strength of the organ so applied to make him shiver of pleasure at each thrust.
The sheets were already drenched with his sweat, with his love, his praise for that man loving him so well and deeply.
When he felt his man’s pleasure splash into him, he could only moan with contentment. His body crashed on the bed, exhausted…
“Daddy… more…” Ajax begged.
He smiled when he felt the hand lose in his hairs, chasing them away from the damp cheeks.
“You’re exhausted.”
“Are you?” Ajax asked, looking at him. “Are you getting that old?”
“Argument non-admissible: you’re exhausted.”
“Blame the guy who is making me love so well…” Ajax rolled on his back. “It’s not easy to deal with that much pleasure… Look at my face so full of pleasure, poor I…” he whispered with a seductive tone. His partner growled, delighted to see his face painted with such lovely colours. Ajax kissed the tattoo on the wrist landed next to his face. “Please, my dear future husband… make me pregnant…” he asked with vixen eyes.
Zhongli growled as the engagement ring caressed his cheek. He grabbed him by the waist and brough him closer as he placed a knee on his shoulder.
“You’re a little manipulator, isn’t it?”
Ajax laughed. “I wanna bear your baby.” He let out a scream of pleasure.
Zhongli was already coming back inside, complying to his will, to the growing desire, need.
“I’ll make you bear our baby,” Zhongli swore against his lips.
“Negative…”
Ajax stared at the traitor. His hands framed the pregnancy test in his hands, and the crack sound echoing the room was more than clear on what happened in the secret of the bathroom.
“Childe?”
Ajax sighed.
He washed his hands, walked over corpses and corpse of opened box, and came outside the bathroom. He forced himself to smile to Zhongli, holding Teucer and Xiao in his arms, gently rocking them to sleep. But when he shook his head, his smile crumbled on the floor with his dreams.
“Are you sure you’re amongst those who can be pregnant?” Zhongli asked.
He had to ask it since weeks, and the words dropped finally, like a cruel guillotine.
“I don’t know,” Ajax replied. “But I want to be pregnant and I will be pregnant!”
Zhongli opened his lips to protest, trying to remind him, if he hadn’t that womb, that would be impossible… but who was he to destroy his lover’s dreams?
“You okay to help me more? I know it’s unfair to ask you to procreate that much.”
“That’s fine. I’ll make a strike later when you will be pregnant.” He walked to him to press their forehead together. “You’ll bear our baby one day. I’ll do everything to help you doing it.”