Second World - Chapter 5 "Flying This Bird Home"
Warnings: "Honeymoon": explicit Fei/Yoh and Yoh/Fei; "The Waters Have Broken": a very graphic description of the male+ childbirth.
Disclaimers: All VF characters belong to Yamane-sensei
Rating: "Hall of Justice" R; "Honeymoon" NC-17; "The Waters Have Broken" PG-13
Flying this Bird Home
Tokyo, Hall of Justice
The Supreme World Law Court was seated in Tokyo, not in Kaohsiung, the war leader capital. Separating the locations for government and law enforcement was intentional, a kind of last barrier against completely falling back into tyranny with law, law enforcement and political power concentrated in one place and person. And so the people packing the Hall of Justice to the last seat, spilling into the aisles, creating safety hazards by blocking the entrances, were mostly not from Yoh’s own territory. That the atmosphere towards the silent, sombre figure in the dock resembled that of a stadium of football fans welcoming their team for a home game had to be seen as a tribute to Yoh’s vast, worldwide popularity.
“That shameless Chinese hussy - he can kiss his stars he’s not here, the cowardly son of dirt … he wouldn’t last a minute …”
“Worthless long-haired slut from Hong Kong …”
“He’s a conniving bastard whose aim it was all along to bring down this good man!”
Akihito tried to block out the slandering, and to keep near the main aisle. This wasn’t easy, since the masses threatened to press him into block four, together with friends and acquaintances from the hospital, Takato and the anaesthesiologist from the day of the operation flanking his side.
The doctor, too, looked deeply troubled.
“Hippy spy!”
“Sexual terrorist …”
“It’s his fault alone there’s penalty of death on rape!”
“Well, that’s ok, rape is a terrible crime - but on hippies? They’re not real citizens?”
“Yoh himself voted this through - not the penalty of death part, he’s awfully mild for a war leader. But he put in word for the hippies, saw to it the same human rights apply for that trash … ever since the demo on which a hippy was killed and countless others injured…”
“And good riddance, too!”
“Well. But Yoh’s dug his own grave now …”
“Would it make a difference if the hippy were dead?”
“No, I guess not … I heard it wouldn’t even help if he came forward and claimed to have assented. Because it would be assumed he was doing so under pressure…”
“Pressure he’ll get all right! And if I have to see to it myself, with my own hands here, he won’t survive Yoh for long …”
The anaesthesiologist couldn’t help overhearing this. A memory was flashing through his mind, a desolate figure in a half open hospital gown huddled on a gurney. And his face when hearing the First War Leader’s voice. The doctor had encountered many people in this moment of fear and doubt, when they didn’t know if they would wake up again. Judgement day. They didn’t lie. And the look in the young man’s eyes … he had a vision of this look projected onto the great hall’s huge white backdrop … changing the world.
The judge and the jury were re-entering from backstage. The accused looked up. His face was controlled, in command, even, the way the world was accustomed to.
“First War Leader Yoh, do you have anything to say to us?”
There was a breathless silence, interrupted only by scattered cat calls of “Yoh, Yoh!” - “Death to all hippies” - “Life to Yoh - death sentence for the worthless hippy slut”, and at first it seemed Yoh would remain mute. But then he swept a scorching gaze around the auditorium, leaving a swelling ripple of murmurs in its wake.
“Fei - what’s keeping you?!” Akihito couldn’t remain quiet anymore, edging towards the main doors. He conveyed a frantic, silent message to Takato, who nodded at a group of young men pressing around him, soldiers obviously. They began spreading along the main aisle, preparing to keep an angry mob in check. Anxiety threatened to black Akihito out. The atmosphere resembled that of a volcano shortly before break out, and how they would get Fei Long to the jury alive he couldn’t imagine. An elbow to the ribs made him break concentration for a moment, but he didn’t have to look to know what was happening when a shaft of light suddenly stabbed in from the main entrance.
Yoh never got to speak. He looked up towards the lightness.
The great, carved door was moving, and in the brilliant day light an exotic figure appeared, like an apparition from the otherworld. Sunlight set aflame a torrent of black hair and embroidered Chinese silk, cascading over a slender, athletic frame …billowing a bit around the middle. The face remained in semi darkness, mysterious.
There was a moment of dizzying silence, before mayhem broke loose.
A shrill scream of “take that, you piece of scum!” rose over the uproar, and to his horror Akihito saw Fei Long stagger, blood dripping from his brow where a missile had split it.
The vision swayed, not uttering a sound, and for a moment it looked as if Fei would collapse. Then everything happened at once. Another attacker sprang at the faltering angel, screaming “down with the traitorous slut!” A choked, agonized outcry sounded from the dock.
The accused, hands still shackled together, had tossed aside his guards, and was storming up the aisle.
Takato’s soldiers sprang into action, doing their shepherd dog’s act to keep people from flooding the main aisle. Akihito flew to help Fei Long, and the attacker collided with him. His older friend, blood streaming all over his pretty girl face, swirled around and took the assailant down with a well-aimed kick. A tall, dashing figure dived in, shielding Fei Long and Akihito from further attackers closing in from the back, knocking far a gleaming knife. Stunned, but unharmed, Akihito rightened himself.
“Ryu …”
Asami was already pressing down the aisle, clearing the other hippy’s back. Fei Long was bleeding profusely, but this didn’t keep him from keeping people at bay with well-directed karate chops and acrobatic kicks.
As abruptly as the mayhem had begun, everybody fell silent.
First War Leader Yoh had raised his shackled hands, at the same time as Asami’s roar rang out.
“Quiet!”
Their joint command had instant effect.
Everyone stalled in mid-action, though the murmurs and looks directed at the new comer were still anything but friendly, and aggression might instantly break loose again if Yoh so much as beckoned with his little finger.
Asami, Akihito, Takato and Takato’s soldier comrades were warily switching their attention between the angry mob and the two principals.
For a split second Yoh and Liu Fei Long came to a standstill, Yoh looking up, and Fei Long down, trying to peer through the blood running over his eye, dripping onto his silk gown. Then Yoh somehow managed to tear off his shirt in spite of his restricted hands, and, with a moan, covered the remaining distance in a single leap. Changing pace just as abruptly, he pressed the linen against Fei’s bleeding face with the utmost care and tenderness. For a moment it looked as if Fei Long would fall down after all, and Akihito jumped forward to support his friend.
But the Chinese drew himself up again. Yoh rose with him, continuing to hold his shirt against Fei’s brow to staunch the bleeding. Fei lifted his face up to him, but only a little bit, they were almost the same height. You could have cut the air with a knife when the world’s First War Leader and the unacknowledged front man of the resistance movement locked eyes, deep blue green and sparkling violet black sinking into one another.
“Whoa …!”
A shocked murmur rippled across the entire congregation.
Again, the hippy was amazing with an unexpected action. He was loosening his belt and methodically proceeding to unbutton the countless pearly fastenings of his exotic gown that was glowing in all colours of the rain bow (where it wasn’t blood stained). Fascinated, no one was able to tear their gaze away as First Test Subject Liu Fei Long of Hong Kong shrugged the robe off his well-defined shoulders and slowly let it glide down a smooth but unmistakably male body.
A gasp went through the masses as he stood in front of them naked, his robe fallen around his ankles in a shimmering heap, as if he had just stepped out of the waves.
Whatever the general opinion towards the Chinese, nobody could resist gaping at his beautiful, subtly muscled body, androgynous and slender, long sculpted limbs beckoning in silent invitation.
A glorious sight, Asami thought…lack of looks certainly hadn’t been what caused him to break off with Fei Long seven years back.
Many of audience seemed to feel the same, there were cat calls and whistles of another kind, and if they could have had their way with the hippy, they would have had other things in mind for him than immediate death … what an enticing human specimen …
A second glance, though, revealed his toned abdomen to be slightly disproportioned, a little swollen.
Not at all fat. There was not a single gram of superfluous fat on this Chinese Greek idol … it was just … strange.
Another collective gasp arose, as, one after the other, the spectators arrived at the same, incredible conclusion.
This was nothing like what they remembered from pictures of women. They’d been mostly smaller, and their waists had been tiny in comparison to that of even an exceptionally slim male.
But even in females, a first pregnancy in a tall, muscular woman hadn’t necessarily shown all that much.
Yoh was still holding his shirt lightly against Fei’s brow, losing himself into his eyes as if in a dream.
Everyone else was shamelessly staring at the militant hippy’s still well defined, but, contrasting with his otherwise slender stature, unmistakably widened midriff, the navel slightly protruding… (and some let their eyes flicker even further south - yes, male. Well endowed male).
Never breaking their gaze, the hippy took hold of both of Yoh’s wrists, directing him downwards. Yoh seemed reluctant to let him bleed again, but a pleading glance from Fei Long made him comply.
Without further ado the hippy laid the war leader’s shackled hands against his swollen belly.
And thousands witnessed, mesmerized, that their First War Leader’s strong, steady hands began to bounce a bit … small bulges rippling erratically all over the shimmering surface of smooth naked skin.
As if a tiny Loch Ness monster was trying to break through.
***
First official day of pregnancy
And again it was blue white lights, blankets and a hot drink for Fei Long.
Only this time Yoh never let go, probably not even noticing someone deferentially unlocking his chains, except to lay one arm around Fei Long. Fei Long did not take any notice of a medic stereo-taping his brow. He leaned his cheek against Yoh’s broad, bare chest. Yoh laid both of his firm, warm hands on Fei Long again, almost covering his belly, and the hippy crossed his almond eyes, letting them flutter shut but for a sparkling violet slit, in silent ecstasy.
***
Akihito, leading Kirishima to the witness stand, felt a pang. As incredible as this moment was, they weren’t completely there yet - the horror of what had almost happened was still in his bones…the mood of the masses still skittish.
The hippy scientist began unfolding his evidence to exculpate Yoh, unheeded, because a man with a white coat had appeared as if out of nowhere and was approaching the wonder pair with a high tech gadget. Without asking, the doctor pushed aside Yoh’s hands and the blanket and set an ultrasonic probe onto Fei’s belly.
The breathless, surrealist atmosphere was affecting even the Commander, so he forgot to protest. Both he and Fei stared, too, as the machine sprang into life and the doctor gave a mostly undeserving audience a first tiny black and white image of this wonder. A wonder no one still really could fathom.
The doctor drily declared the foetus healthy and already at over six pounds.
Even for a woman this would have been quite an accomplishment! The media fell over themselves in a frenzy, for weeks to come. Countless “experts” viewed their airs. You had to take into account this was just the first day of established pregnancy! No, you didn’t necessarily have to have a belly as if you’d almost fall over. Similar cases had been reported out of “ordinary” times, that the expectant mother claimed not to have noticed anything amiss. Women admitted to hospital, where not so very much later their alleged appendix gave his or her first hearty cry. Or they’d even experienced this life blasting moment of “oops?!” at home. OK, most of them had been of a rather more, well, robust, build. But not all! It was amazing what the human brain could choose not to perceive! “Blocking out” that was called…
Media coverage completely agreed, though, on one fact: both parents-to-be had looked a bit stunned. They had even forgotten to ask the all-important question: what the baby would be!
Yoh, still half naked, was holding a blanket wrapped Fei Long close, and the hippy was suddenly hiding his face against the First War Leader’s strong shapely neck. Maybe the hostility of his reception was finally getting to him. He was shaking a little, and the Commander awkwardly stroked his hair and his body through the blanket.
Kirishima was rummaging in his suspiciously aromatic rucksack for the second page of his presentation.
The obstetrical doctor rattled off something about the use of a soft machine wormhole coordinator, based upon principles of subatomic quantum mechanics, in male childbirth, but nobody was paying any attention.
They were all oooohing and aaaahing over the heart wrenching spectacle of their stony faced War Leader going all gooey over his fiercest political opponent, and the cool, arrogant counter culture hero reduced to tears, nestling himself unashamedly into Yoh’s arms.
“… so the body cells of his own hand, and even more so, his mouth, in his own, um, ‘maleplus’, um, appliance, suggest that the initiative for sexual activity in the post-OP night came from Human Liu himself. And not from Human Yoh.” Kirishima was wrapping up the presentation of his evidence.
Akihito felt proud of him. His old friend was keeping his frazzled wits together admirably.
“What Human Liu remembers, is another matter. Anaesthesia is notorious for messing with the memory. He may remember everything as a dream, remember something totally different, or nothing at all. There remains, however, an absolute, a hundred percent certain, proof that he was not forced.”
“And that would be?” the judge hurried to supply. He had been distracted, too … Yoh had dared to press his lips to the hippy’s out of this world sweep of gleaming luscious hair! Of course - pregnancy did that to the hair - made it even fuller and shinier! A sigh went through the audience … oooooh, bold, naughty Yoh …!
The hippy scientist’s slightly blood shot eyes nearly popped too, he gave an appreciative whistle.
”Kei - don’t lose it!” Akihito prayed silently. Yoh nuzzling Fei’s hair was a contagious sight though. His eyes involuntarily swept the hall, connecting with rays of golden laser … he broke the gaze hurriedly.
“Ummm … the ‘Faith Switch’…”
Kirishima fanned himself with his manuscript, and Akihito hoped nobody noticed him furtively take a serious sniff at something he was palming in his other hand.
“Human Liu was not only equipped with the means to conceive“, the hippy scientist’s voice rang out in fresh force, “but also with a biochemical switch to ensure impregnation could only succeed in a state of complete trust, the ‘Faith Switch’.”
The baby’s adorable profile was being projected onto the huge white washed back drop. It yawned, popped its thumb into its mouth and began to suck vigorously. The ooohing and aaahing reached the decibel counts of a jet airfield.
“The Faith Switch will provide an unfailing evidence.” Kirishima paused to “oooh” and “aaah” a bit too.
“If …”, he sniffed again, this time quite unabashedly, “if first: the two … uh … main protagonists, did not … uh … come near each other after the post-OP night … and witnesses are quite positive on that point … and if second: the child is by Yoh, and not someone else … then it is proved beyond any doubt that Human Liu gave himself to Human Yoh of his own will and in complete consent …”
The baby proceeded to suckle his whole hand, kicking joyously. One could almost imagine hearing sounds of gurgling. A playful “bedup- bedup” bubbled up … the baby’s heartbeat …
There was a slight lull in applause. Everyone was probably wondering now: was this really Yoh’s child? Comparing the baby’s snub nosed features to those of the sombre First World Commander - did they really look alike?
The Commander and the “Test Subject” were in another world, one in which only the other two existed. Fei Long was slowly rubbing his nose against Yoh’s neck, as if memorizing by heart every atom of his scent. Now and then he gave a dazed peek at the wall. Yoh seemed all-encompassing and luminous all of a sudden, growing vast in appearance, as if he wanted to incorporate the two beings in his arms.
It was obvious he didn’t give a fuck about these uncertainties, or the fact his life might depend on a positive paternity test. To everyone watching there couldn’t remain a speck of doubt: had he been the one with the Faith Switch, he would have conceived long ago from mooning and necking alone… another storm of sighs arose, whooshing over the masses in a keen gust.
The obstetrical doctor packed up his ultrasound, leaving the still life of thumb sucking infant projected on the wall. He cleared his throat.
“Commander Yoh, your … um … child-bearer has to be examined, we have to make sure he’s not leaking amniotic fluid.”
There was a breathless silence, a bit nasty, this one. The Test Subject was so hot … would they get to see him naked again …? This time, with his strong, kicking legs spread open, would they get to see his secret place now? Would they get to see him being handled down there … ooooh …exciting!
A close up of his “male plus” genital! The world of science owed it to the hard working people … and he … he was only a hippy. Maybe some of them would be allowed to touch? How would it feel to put your hand in there? Or something else? Did it get wet, and mushy, or did you have to use lube as for anal sex? What a chance for demonstration! The media were present … and perhaps a look at his nipples? Could male nipples be suckled?
… yes, let us see … and we want to see him when his time comes, watch his face, hear him scream … come on Yoh, let the blanket slide down … position your Test Subject and take him … and then let us decide if you could have made that kid …
Akihito and the local War Leader Asami exchanged a glance and started down the aisle. Takato and his soldiers sprang into alert …
Fei Long lifted a red eyed face from Yoh’s neck, conveying a silent message. For a moment Yoh seemed to completely lose it.
He tore his gaze away and fixed the doctor in his piercing stare.
The doctor looked uncomfortable, and still First War Leader Yoh stared.
“Uh … uh …”, the doctor’s knees were beginning to shake, he fidgeted, shoving his hands into his white lab coat, trying to pretend he had never said anything.
“Please.”
The sound of that please would have made the bravest man quake.
Second World’s First Commander let the congregation have his hypnotic voice, laced with a scalding edge.
“Please. Speak. To. Him. He’s not deaf, or dumb, he speaks our language.”
Yoh swept a look of barely controlled fury around the hall, honing in on the unfortunate professional again, who was falling over himself mumbling stuttered apologies.
“You. Can’t seriously. Intend. To do this. Here. In front of. Everyone.”
He paused, managing at the same time to project ferocious tenderness and chilling threat, as Asami noted, impressed.
Yoh directed an anxious, searching look at Fei Long’s eyes. Then he addressed the doctor again.
“I hope I have made myself understood - either Mr. Liu can be transported, or I will have the hall cleared.”
He sent another pointed stare around the auditorium. Nobody had left, they were all hanging in their seats open mouthed.
“But if I correctly recall, not so long ago, Mr. Liu was busy kicking shit out of a lot of deserving people, and he had nothing leaking … except the blood off his face … so many brave soldiers, against a single unarmed hippy…”
Unarmed … Akihito felt slightly hysterical, the numerous times his girly co-activist had used his limbs as powerful weapons flashing through his mind, never, to his knowledge, seriously harming anyone, though, I wouldn’t know about unarmed!
“A single unarmed hippy … bearing Second World’s first child.”
Yoh’s voice broke.
He forgot himself and tenderly kissed Fei’s brow, the uninjured one, reddening and immediately drawing back when he realized what he was doing.
(The media busily scribbled down how sweet it was that they were both still so shy with each other.)
Fei Long had stopped trembling and was smiling, bright eyed, but in spite of Yoh having optimistically proclaimed him capable of speech, he remained silent. No inflaming proclamation of a political manifest this time, no glib publicity lines, no easy socialite chit chat, witty, but arrogant … he leaned his head against Yoh, who took a wet sponge handed to him by a medic, and began to lovingly dab the blood off his face. And when Yoh neared Fei Long’s mouth, the lucky nearer spectators swore they had seen the “Test Subject” shyly, but distinctly, kiss the Commander’s hand.
“Liu Fei Long.”
Again, breathless silence, this time of a completely different quality. Quite a few otherwise decent people were feeling ashamed by now of how they’d treated the Test Subject…how they’d let themselves get carried away. He was a human being too, maybe a soldier even, rumoured to be the (illegitimate) son of Hong Kong’s deceased War Leader …
Yoh was speaking to Fei Long.
The spectators craned their necks, panicked of missing a single word. Would Yoh propose now? Was there even a legal procedure for this anymore, in Second World?
But they should have known their First War Leader better, not a man he of the flashy word or gesture.
“I want to take you home”, Yoh just said quietly to Fei. “Where’s Tao?”
***
Fifth day of honeymoon and (established) pregnancy
“You gotta be joking!”
World Commander Yoh had the grace to look a bit sheepish.
“What is that - are you bored with me already? That you have to resort to
such toys …!”
Peace movement front man Liu Fei Long sat up in bed, his cheeks glowing pink in indignation. He gingerly fingered the contraption thrust into his hands. His lover-of-five-days’ imperative gesture stood in stark contrast to the star struck, overwhelmed, yes - shy expression on his handsomely sombre, masculine features…
Oh didn’t he look edible like that …
On their fifth day together, they both still thought that. Fei Long looked up, he too shy again all of a sudden. Without being aware of it he batted his long eyelashes like a girl, and their gazes locked, purplish black again sinking into deep blue green. Both men’s pupils got enormous, their hearts sped up, and their cocks stood.
Yoh forgot the contraption and shoved Fei Long back down on the bed roughly. The hippy gasped. What an exciting surprise to find Yoh not at all shy in bed.
Their new, nice obstetrical doctor had given them “green light”, had said the baby was ok and could come when it pleased within the next two weeks. Sex was a good preparation for giving birth, he explained (making them both blush). He had pooh-poohed all of Yoh’s worries about hurting their child (that he was also worried about depraving it Yoh didn’t admit), explaining the baby felt what his bearer felt, so if Yoh made Fei Long happy, their child would profit, too.
***
Day one to four
At first, they had been very cautious indeed. And it was not only because of the pregnancy. Yoh could never forget how Fei had collapsed right before him, on the hospital bed. And Asami’s explanation in the Officer’s mess in Kaohsiung, both of them staring out blindly over the South Chinese Sea, Fei Long just beyond.
At that point, he could as well have been on a different planet.
… child soldier…raped by his adoptive brother … feeling responsible for the death of his adoptive father… shot in the heart by his biological father…
Abandoned by his colleague.
“He was terribly aggressive, and then again, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, always beside himself, somehow …”, Asami had said, “I couldn’t take it. Made me … feel bad.”
The golden gaze went inwards, deadened. The First Commander had never seen his shining colleague like that.
“I couldn’t help him. Never had the feeling of reaching through. And then that disaster…”
In the days following their intimate summit tête-à-tête, Yoh often thought Asami must have suffered almost as much as Fei himself.
That it was, in large parts, shame, that made him stay away. And maybe even thinking it would be best, for Fei too. Well, wanting to think that.
Back then Asami had still been his boss, and at least he’d sent him to look after Fei Long.
He hadn’t told him, though, of this terrible tale.
But maybe he, Yoh, hadn’t wanted to know. Maybe that’s where he had “blocked out”.
And Asami had told him now.
He felt deeply grateful to Ryuichi, for finding it in himself to be so honest about a matter in which he hadn’t shone.
How he wished he could have let himself… the in some respects so blind World Commander Yoh…how he wished he could have let himself see all this earlier…
But it wasn’t dwelling in the “what if’s” that had made him world commander.
As the great strategist he was the plan was already forming in his determined heart. It was terribly easy, actually. Because they weren’t all that different, really. Even if their reasons for becoming like they were might differ…
They both needed to feel needed. They both lacked the heart for the first step. They both set other people’s lives over their own. They both were socially somewhat reserved. They both might come across as really powerful, when actually they were, in matters of heart at least, shy.
He knew just how to draw his beloved prey out…
“Sir, in all respect, why are you following through with this farce? A wave of your little finger, and … a hippy. Shall we have him …?“
His courageous prey, his monkey.
And Fei had followed the call.
He’d come in like a storm trooper…braving death in the Hall of Justice…death, ridicule and abuse by the masses … for him.
The almost fatal flaw in his plan - he simply hadn’t been able to imagine anyone could hate Fei so … his love … it had been so close.
And he’d had no idea Fei was pregnant!
He drew Fei Long, smiling beside him in sleep, as close as he could.
Fei had told him he himself had only acknowledged his pregnancy on the morning of the trial. When Tao had felt hit by something in his belly.
And when Yoh was in danger.
“But I guess I really knew all along.”
***
They’d had a delirious time.
But still, they weren’t quite there yet. There was still that issue…
Yoh was sure his proud love felt some panic at lying naked with someone who might even be slightly stronger than himself.
It must be the first (fully remembered) time since…Yoh didn’t want to think about that.
But it was fact that Yoh was almost as tall, and just as masculine, as Asami - and this might be part of the problem.
With Akihito’s boyish stature there wouldn’t have been any difficulty, and that’s why Fei could be so uninhibited with him. Akihito had visited them several times, and the last lingering doubt Yoh might have had was gone. Akihito had been a wonderful friend to his love (and to him, too! No wonder everyone loved him.)
They were both hippies, with the hippies’ free and easy ways with each other. Even Fei had a bit of that, by now. There was really nothing more to them than that.
The Russian was a different matter! He was of Yoh’s size, but had such a juvenile way about him…not so intimidating, perhaps? But even of Arbatov he found he could think without murder in his heart. It marked the long way they had come.
Fei’s heart … was his.
He pressed a kiss on his love’s brow, almost healed, feeling a tenderness so overwhelming he didn’t know where to put it.
He was in no hurry. He could never get enough of holding and caressing and snuggling his love, and if they might not be able to have sex at all, with Fei fully conscious, then that’s how it was.
Except Fei himself was getting nervous, was putting himself under pressure, was beginning to freak out …
***
“Yoh!”
Fei Long almost squeaked at this sight, re-entering the room from the bath, his wet hair twisted in a braid, his robe chastely draped.
The world commander was lying on their king-size bed in the VIP suite of Tokyo’s new high-rise University Hospital, naked, but for a lacy sheet coquettishly draped around his muscular midriff.
“I want you.”
Yoh waited … breathless. There it was - the tiny hesitation. Arms shielding body … breathing accelerated, pupils contracting … eyes more and more desperate.
“I want you - to fuck me.”
The black haired beauty’s mouth dropped open in amazement, he let his arms fall at his side and his robe slipped apart, allowing a glimpse at his tantalizing, smoothly sculpted body with the adorable bulge in the middle.
Somehow they’d always seen themselves the other way round…
Liu Fei Long gasped, and blushed prettily, as their world turned over.
They both felt a lightness, dizzying. For a moment, Yoh feared they might fail, after all. Fei was all over him, hard as a rock, but suddenly began to shiver, to sway…
“Come to me, Fei, come …”
„Fei”! … you called me Fei…
River of Love! Help me never let you think I am sorry for you!
It was hard, anxious work … then his Fei was safely in him. Scary - and for them both…
Fei!
Yoh looked up at him, in no very clear state of mind himself anymore. He saw a glimmer of wanton, of single-minded Fei, like nine months before, and his heart began to hammer in wild hope and joy.
He was hardly able to breath a “move, please, love …”, he conveyed it with his hands, which were all over Fei.
Suddenly his hippy went wild, exploding, shoving his tongue in his mouth, rubbing himself against him (that must be massaging their child!), moaning…
…an almost pitiful sound that alone nearly drove Yoh across the border…
Fei pushed himself in as far as he could, hitting the sweet spot deep inside, awakening the earth fire. Yoh moaned out loud. Fei stilled, and it was his eyes overflowing with love and concern now.
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
And now the moment had come for Yoh to channel all of his barely suppressed lust and passion into a blazing blue green laser beam directly into Fei’s soul.
“Aah!!”
Fei’s whole body contracted in undulations around strong, answering Yoh.
They were off, catapulted out over earth…
Time extended. They had no idea what they were doing, in this universe of screams and hot primal ooze…deep earthy shouts and powerful, seismic contractions.
Then Yoh rolled them over, onto their sides, even in this abandoned moment focussed, above all, on not harming his two dearest.
I won’t ask … just let me hold you close…
***
Day five again
“It’s the soft machine wormhole coordinator …”
“… based upon principles of subatomic quantum mechanics”, Fei panted, pursing his lips to touch them to his lover’s, an action which only made him hungry for more. He rolled up his dark narrow eyes in mock disgust, violet sparks flashing, as if a high voltage pole was short circuiting to earth.
“For fuck’s sake, spare me the further technicalities”, he lost it a bit and growled, biting down along Yoh’s impressive front, over the slightly rounded, hard pectorals, the well packed abs, along his “V” …towards another “worm” which had just fared splendidly without any kind of high tech coordination.
“Tell you what … nnnngggh ….”
Science went on hold as Yoh let himself go completely, a sight which could make the hippy explode just by looking. Such utter, earthy abandon in such an ultimately controlled, superior power holder …
“… tell you wha-ha-hat …”, Fei was still so much out of breath, he was hardly intelligible.
“…Hmmmm, yesss, wha-ha-hat? … I love you …”, the blue green of the World Commander’s eyes became visible again, so dark they looked almost black in his flushed, unguarded face.
Fei stared, speechless for a moment. They hadn’t said that to each other, yet.
His heart contracted painfully, he feared it might stall.
A declaration, out of the blue…unplanned, chaotic.
It might even be true…
The contraction swelled like the wave of a tsunami, rushing throughout his entire love relaxed body, focussing in his lower belly, gaining such enormous momentum that he gasped out in pain.
“Ahahaaaaaah ….”
“Hey, what is it, my dearest …”, instantly, Yoh was all alert, all Commander, all concern.
He bent over his supple partner and trailed a supportive, tender hand all over his sweat glistening body. So muscularly slender but for the midriff, which felt rock-hard just now. Fei’s dark eyes were wide, staring into Yoh’s as in their first time, awake. In fear.
He panted off the contraction, never breaking their gaze. The wave subsided, the fear giving way to wonder, and a new softness…
“Where is that obscene nerdy-boy plaything?! - tell you what -”, the violet mischief glinted back in his eyes, as he finally completed his train of thought.
“That doc hadn’t the faintest clue what he was blabbering about, himself!”
“Oh - I’ll grant you that, any time”, Yoh laughed in relief.
He had been swept away too - by a surge of almost unbearable concern. The worry for his Fei, of hurting him, had never left him completely. And another fear, so vast he instantly had to push it away again. The possibility of Fei not surviving his pioneer act.
“It doesn’t matter … why it works is the business of yet another set of nerdy boys … someone like that crazy scientist, you know, that friend of your Aki darling”, he teased, playfully sucking Fei’s cock into his mouth.
Fei and Akihito’s easy way with each other was a source of light-heartedly jealous banter between them now.
“The doctors’ business is what buttons to push, and when …”
“Ahahaaaaah …”
Yoh was not Second World’s First Commander for nothing. He allowed himself only the briefest moment of panic, and then took action. The functional black and white clock on the far wall of the labour room seemed distorted as in a Salvador Dali painting.
“Seven minutes … Dr. Suoh said to call him when the contractions are five minutes apart”, he told his panting darling, ghosting his lips over his beautiful, bare body, working so hard. A heady aroma of honey rose from his love’s moist skin, mingling with a more acrid note of fear. Yoh added both of his hands, trying to touch as much of naked Fei as he possibly could, to sooth him.
Fei clutched him.
“Put your lotus sword … in there …”, he gasped, wild eyed, in one of the extreme emotional swings that had been so characteristic of him before the pregnancy.
“But … Fei … we never did that …”, and indeed, they hadn’t, had resorted to traditional gay sex.
“And we have to calibrate the wormhole coordinator …”
“Yoh!” Fei stared into Yoh’s eyes, “And what is … this?“
He ran his hands along Yoh’s body and grabbed his impressive, ever ready to perform manhood. He deliberately squeezed the rock-hard, pulsating heat. Yoh’s cock stood out at angle, throbbing, oozing at the blunt arrow tip. Fei lewdly kneaded Yoh’s full balls and tweaked at his glistening twirls of pubic hair, making him yelp. Yoh began to breathe heavily, and salivate.
“But … you’re a man, my love”, Yoh panted, “if you were a woman, this would be enough … there. Stuck the monitoring pad on your belly. That much level-headedness has to be. Pretty black beauty patch, for my two pretty boys. Blue toothed. Now the men in the white coats can eavesdrop on you two. Perverts. But if we don’t prepare you … uuuunnnnnngh …. aaaaah … you’re being a very naughty boy! aaaaaah …. if we don’t …(gasp)… put that toy … (moan) … to use, you’ll get a C-section …aaah… and you know what anaesthesia did to you …nngghh… last time….”
“Yes, love, I do … and we will … but there’s time … see? Not all five minutes yet … please … nothing may be the same … after.”
Yes.
Fei might be dead.
Yoh inhaled sharply. His love was spread open before him, and there was no time to lose.
“Just a sec.”
He grabbed the contraption.
“Dress rehearsal … when the contractions are five minutes apart, we call Dr. Suoh, and he tells us when to put in that thing. See, the various settings. I put the dial on one”,
Fei was busy stroking, licking and kissing every part of Yoh he could reach, but he was paying attention…
“Okay, I get it, and when it beeps, or when Dr. Suoh beeps, on to setting two, and when they beep again, setting three, and …. afterwards … on perverse.”
In spite of himself, Yoh had to laugh.
“Reverse, you - shrink-brain. Isn’t that what Tao and Akihito call each other all the time? The setting for after birth is reverse, not perverse … now I wonder if you are such a good influence for our child …”, was the war leader actually giggling?!
“I said that, didn’t I - aaaaaaaah! Ahahahaaaaaah!” pant … cling … pant … subside, “and, by the way, it’s pregger’s brain - shrink brain is you, you pumped it all out down there…”
“Ouch!”
“… and into me, nothing left, and the baby not all that much brain cells to show for it…hey!”
Yoh had reciprocated, twitching Fei’s balls.
“You must be confusing me with that fuddle brained blond from Russia, he, indeed, wouldn’t have a single brain cell to spare…help!”
“Now, please, don’t wait … do it … now!”
Fei went into another contraction, clinging to Yoh with all his might.
Seven minutes.
When the wave receded, Yoh slid his hand down his lover’s taut belly. He caressed Fei’s also rock-hard weeping cock, and, using his ample precum as lube, without further ado, stabbed in underneath.
It was hot, the cavity’s walls slightly rugged, succulent…not so completely smooth as in the behind, and already a little moist - he wouldn’t have needed the lube…
He scanned Fei’s face. He didn’t have to ask if it was good. Fei’s eyes were lolling up in his head, his mouth was half open. Deliberately pressing down on him, Yoh let his tongue mimic the action of his hand in that other cavity …not neglecting male Fei… Fei was humming, and twitching, and writhing beneath him…it was extremely difficult to keep a level head…
“Yessss …”, his love hissed, beckoning … and he rapidly lined himself up, and pushed in to the hilt. It was very tight, and scorching hot. Both stilled, wide open violet black eyes sinking into questioning deep blue green ones. For a mad moment Yoh wondered if the kid could feel his cock, buried so deep into Fei. It was as if he and Fei were one body now. He began to slowly move in him, moving them both, his gaze locked on Fei’s, dipping into his mouth, milking Fei’s cock, a finger up his ass, probing for his sweet spot…
…his love was beyond moaning, almost gone…
It wasn’t easy, what he was doing, acrobatic, even, but if Fei had to die, he should take this with him, a soldier’s salute.
“Stealing this bird…stealing me…unnngh …flying home … yeeeeees!!“ fascinated, soaring high himself, Yoh watched and listened to Fei, deliriously chanting… “riding the motherfucker bird’s cockpit … aaaaaah … flying high… flying you …”
As if he was entering Fei’s mind, becoming part of his dreams … Yoh penetrated Fei in meditative, ever deeper thrusts, coming near every time…he wanted to kiss him again, but didn’t want to interrupt his love’s thrilling rambles…
“…aahahahhaaaaa!!!”
Yoh felt it mount, the wave was swelling, for a moment he wondered if he should stop.
“…unghungh…”
Okay, on … his instinct latched in, firmly, securely. As if on autopilot he accelerated, measured the deepness, the angle, the speed, like the artist, the specialist he had become, in this moment of breaking through to the other.
Their dance having gone on since the beginning of time, and going on, forever.
The pain seemed to reach new heights. Fei’s eyes were staring wide, and on one level Yoh wondered whether he should call Dr. Suoh, but on another he knew, with absolute certainty, he was doing everything right.
If you don't care to "go into labour": skip to ch 6 “ Flower Power on the High Loft”
“Commander Yoh.”
Yoh startled up.
They must have dozed off!
Dr. Suoh, in a green OR smock, was kneeling beside them. His sympathetic bearded face was creased in smiles, as he handed Yoh the high tech gadget, a bit apologetically.
“Now’s the right time …”
Both looked into Test Person One’s face, just as his violet eyes fluttered open.
“Fei Long?” the doctor beamed at him. “Fei Long, how are you feeling? Your baby’s doing just fine. We had a great time checking out his heartbeats, they never faltered for a single moment. Your kid had some fun, it would seem”, now doctors surely didn’t smirk, surely would get thrown out by their board for such a breach of good manners … “are you ready?”
Fei searched for Yoh’s eyes, at first not seeming quite certain if he was still alive, or had left this plane of existence and moved on, after all.
Yoh closed the distance between them and captured his mouth in a deep kiss. The doctor did not look away, but he was part of things right now, they didn’t mind. He waited until Fei Long was able to focus on him.
“Now comes the difficult part, the great unknown…do you want to go ahead as we have discussed…or would you rather brave the C-section, after all?”
Fei Long shook his head, and pointed to the apparatus, blinking like some toy dropped by mistake by scuffling green alien teenagers, cruising by in their parent’s UFO.
“Commander Yoh.”
Yoh positioned himself between Fei’s legs, looked up at his love, and when he gave a small, wondering nod, he cautiously inserted the long flexible shaft, resembling, indeed, very much a superior sort of vibrator.
“Position one.”
Again Yoh waited for Fei’s ok.
“How does it feel?”
Fei crossed his eyes, sensing into himself.
“A bit weird”, he smiled, slowly. “Making a rubber doll of me … aahaaaaaaaaa!”
Yoh glanced at the doctor, who nodded, reassuring.
“It’s ok. The apparatus should remain, until Mr. Liu feels the urge to push. It won’t be long.”
He waited for the wave to subside, and smiled into the child bearer’s eyes. What a strong, beautiful, plucky person.
“You’ve almost made it, Fei Long. While you were sleeping, I examined you. Usually I don’t do that, but you both looked so peaceful, I wanted to let you have your rest. You’re almost open, but now, because of your too narrow male pelvic arc, the baby can’t come any deeper.”
His eyes gleamed a little, it was clear this was very exciting to him as well.
“You both did a great job so far … and now we shall see what our science wizards came up with. If anything goes wrong - the OP - team’s at the ready next door.”
Fei began panting, uttering a high pitched wailing scream. Yoh moved to his back, supporting him with his whole body.
“That’s right, Commander. You’re a natural.”
The male midwife waited, unobtrusively, until Fei Long had collected himself again, gasping, eyes fluttering.
“You feel ok for next step?”
Fei nodded weakly, his eyes drifting back into focus.
“We can proceed quicker than we thought … you’re absolutely gold, Mr. Liu …”, again he beamed at the exhausted, sweat drenched hippy.
“Uh!” Fei yelped a bit at the next setting. “I have no words in Japanese, and none in Cantonese or in English either! for this … feeling … have you laced this stupid prong with acid or what …?”
He heard a giggle, a light tenor, not at all Yoh’s sonorous, hypnotic baritone.
“Akihito…old Peeping Tom buddy…everything ok with Tao?”
“Oh yes, my cross dressing wonder. Tao’s stomped me three times in row in Monopoly now - quite the budding capitalist. But how like you to accuse righteous people of getting you off on a free trip…”
Akihito bent down and pressed a kiss to Fei Long’s glistening forehead. He saluted smartly to Yoh, who acknowledged him with a raised eyebrow. But his formidable eyes were twinkling.
“We had the sound proof door closed, so Tao wouldn’t be worried.”
Akihito searchingly studied his friend’s face, the idyllic grouping, Yoh supporting his Fei, the doctor kneeling at their side.
In between the contractions, everything was peaceful, but for the birth canal tissue coordination going on, and he figured Fei could bear this better if he was distracted. His heart lurched into his throat for a dizzying moment. Their joint witnessing of Fei Long’s near lynch death in the Hall of Justice had had a strange effect on Asami…possibly soon…
“You still sure you want Tao there, when the baby comes?”
Fei just nodded, glancing up at Yoh.
There was a world of trust and togetherness in that glance. Akihito felt another pang. He had already applied for the operation again, secretly, and he felt certain there wouldn’t be any problems with anaesthesia for him. Fei baby here just couldn’t hold his drink…
“When the baby’s head is to be seen, can you come in with Tao?”
Yoh answered for Fei, nodding at Akihito in a friendly manner. Fei was leaning against the Commander’s solid, compassionate presence, letting his eyes fall closed for moment of rest, giving over everything to his love.
“We talked this over repeatedly, with Tao too … we think he’ll be so distracted by seeing the baby, he won’t be too frightened with what is going on with his foster parent…”
Akihito felt another pang, wistful this time. The first place in Fei’s heart had passed over to Yoh. Did parents feel like this when they gave their children away for marriage?
He shook himself. Seeing a contraction build up, he gave his friend another kiss, a goodbye kiss of sorts. In bout of mad courage, he planted one on the Commander’s forehead, too. Not so easy, since those famous wild bangs were falling all over it, the only unruly thing about the Commander. Yoh looked surprised … and pleased. He smiled at Akihito, who left them to each other, to ready themselves for the next round in their joint dance of agony and ecstasy.
***
“Arrrrrrghhhh!”
“Fei Long!”
The doctor’s voice was jubilant.
“The baby’s head can be seen during the height of the contraction…it’s coming down real fast…the next contraction! Shall we call in your friend and your adoptive son?”
Fei Long couldn’t speak, but he didn’t seem weak, he appeared to be glowing. He nodded, completely out of breath.
He wanted Yoh to be the one to receive their child, and Dr. Suoh had agreed.
“We wouldn’t know how to do this any better than you, Commander! Just see it doesn’t pop out too explosively, hold it back a bit. Mr. Liu here’s doing all the work! And our nerdy boys sure did their wizard job. There will be absolutely no pulling or pushing necessary … just see to it Fei Long doesn’t hurt himself too much. OK?”
Yoh nodded. Probably they were both completely beside themselves, but they could do this.
“Fei-Sama, Fei-Sama … have I missed anything?”
Fei laughed, the gurgling sound joining the lighter tinkling of his excited adoptive son.
He still couldn’t talk, and just shook his head, feeling the next, the final swell rise.
“Come here, Tao.”
Yoh drew the boy in. Tao crouched beside him, shivering in curiosity. Akihito moved to Fei’s back, immediately falling back into their easy intimacy.
“ …aaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhhh!!!”
Tao looked up in wonder, and awe. He had never seen Fei-Sama like that.
He loved his Fei-Sama.
“Look!”
And he had never heard Yoh-Sama sound like that! He loved Yoh-Sama very much, too!
“It’s all wet - Yoh-Sama! You’ve been showered!”
The waters had broken…
…and the most amazing sight on this earth was unfolding, a new baby’s head rising between the legs of a human being.
As in a dream, the First Commander did his work, as if he had never done anything else. He laid his right hand, on which the world’s fate depended, on the baby’s wet bush of dark hair.
“Now please pant superficially, very fast”, the doctor panted with Fei Long, demonstrating, “it’s supposed to take off the pressure from down there…”
Fei panted like a dog, wide eyed, and Yoh locked gazes with him in almost telepathic communication, easing out the widest part of the head, the part that could really hurt him…as if the hippies’ earth goddess herself was materializing through his hand.
“Oooh, I can see its nose!” Tao squealed, delighted. The doctor sighed in relief. The most dangerous moment, for the baby, was over.
Supported by Akihito, Fei Long rose to a kneeling squat, pushing out the baby further, even without a contraction.
First its face turned to light, then the shoulders appeared, one after the other, and then the rest of the little human. Together, Yoh and Fei received it into their hands. They both heaved a great primordial sigh as it drew its first breath.
No one had to tell them what to do…the baby on Fei’s belly, Fei in Yoh’s arms, Tao snug between them, they all looked in each other’s eyes for the first time.
***
6 “ Flower Power on the High Loft” (~ 2700)
Disclaimers: All VF characters belong to Yamane-sensei
Rating: "Hall of Justice" R; "Honeymoon" NC-17; "The Waters Have Broken" PG-13
Flying this Bird Home
Tokyo, Hall of Justice
The Supreme World Law Court was seated in Tokyo, not in Kaohsiung, the war leader capital. Separating the locations for government and law enforcement was intentional, a kind of last barrier against completely falling back into tyranny with law, law enforcement and political power concentrated in one place and person. And so the people packing the Hall of Justice to the last seat, spilling into the aisles, creating safety hazards by blocking the entrances, were mostly not from Yoh’s own territory. That the atmosphere towards the silent, sombre figure in the dock resembled that of a stadium of football fans welcoming their team for a home game had to be seen as a tribute to Yoh’s vast, worldwide popularity.
“That shameless Chinese hussy - he can kiss his stars he’s not here, the cowardly son of dirt … he wouldn’t last a minute …”
“Worthless long-haired slut from Hong Kong …”
“He’s a conniving bastard whose aim it was all along to bring down this good man!”
Akihito tried to block out the slandering, and to keep near the main aisle. This wasn’t easy, since the masses threatened to press him into block four, together with friends and acquaintances from the hospital, Takato and the anaesthesiologist from the day of the operation flanking his side.
The doctor, too, looked deeply troubled.
“Hippy spy!”
“Sexual terrorist …”
“It’s his fault alone there’s penalty of death on rape!”
“Well, that’s ok, rape is a terrible crime - but on hippies? They’re not real citizens?”
“Yoh himself voted this through - not the penalty of death part, he’s awfully mild for a war leader. But he put in word for the hippies, saw to it the same human rights apply for that trash … ever since the demo on which a hippy was killed and countless others injured…”
“And good riddance, too!”
“Well. But Yoh’s dug his own grave now …”
“Would it make a difference if the hippy were dead?”
“No, I guess not … I heard it wouldn’t even help if he came forward and claimed to have assented. Because it would be assumed he was doing so under pressure…”
“Pressure he’ll get all right! And if I have to see to it myself, with my own hands here, he won’t survive Yoh for long …”
The anaesthesiologist couldn’t help overhearing this. A memory was flashing through his mind, a desolate figure in a half open hospital gown huddled on a gurney. And his face when hearing the First War Leader’s voice. The doctor had encountered many people in this moment of fear and doubt, when they didn’t know if they would wake up again. Judgement day. They didn’t lie. And the look in the young man’s eyes … he had a vision of this look projected onto the great hall’s huge white backdrop … changing the world.
The judge and the jury were re-entering from backstage. The accused looked up. His face was controlled, in command, even, the way the world was accustomed to.
“First War Leader Yoh, do you have anything to say to us?”
There was a breathless silence, interrupted only by scattered cat calls of “Yoh, Yoh!” - “Death to all hippies” - “Life to Yoh - death sentence for the worthless hippy slut”, and at first it seemed Yoh would remain mute. But then he swept a scorching gaze around the auditorium, leaving a swelling ripple of murmurs in its wake.
“Fei - what’s keeping you?!” Akihito couldn’t remain quiet anymore, edging towards the main doors. He conveyed a frantic, silent message to Takato, who nodded at a group of young men pressing around him, soldiers obviously. They began spreading along the main aisle, preparing to keep an angry mob in check. Anxiety threatened to black Akihito out. The atmosphere resembled that of a volcano shortly before break out, and how they would get Fei Long to the jury alive he couldn’t imagine. An elbow to the ribs made him break concentration for a moment, but he didn’t have to look to know what was happening when a shaft of light suddenly stabbed in from the main entrance.
Yoh never got to speak. He looked up towards the lightness.
The great, carved door was moving, and in the brilliant day light an exotic figure appeared, like an apparition from the otherworld. Sunlight set aflame a torrent of black hair and embroidered Chinese silk, cascading over a slender, athletic frame …billowing a bit around the middle. The face remained in semi darkness, mysterious.
There was a moment of dizzying silence, before mayhem broke loose.
A shrill scream of “take that, you piece of scum!” rose over the uproar, and to his horror Akihito saw Fei Long stagger, blood dripping from his brow where a missile had split it.
The vision swayed, not uttering a sound, and for a moment it looked as if Fei would collapse. Then everything happened at once. Another attacker sprang at the faltering angel, screaming “down with the traitorous slut!” A choked, agonized outcry sounded from the dock.
The accused, hands still shackled together, had tossed aside his guards, and was storming up the aisle.
Takato’s soldiers sprang into action, doing their shepherd dog’s act to keep people from flooding the main aisle. Akihito flew to help Fei Long, and the attacker collided with him. His older friend, blood streaming all over his pretty girl face, swirled around and took the assailant down with a well-aimed kick. A tall, dashing figure dived in, shielding Fei Long and Akihito from further attackers closing in from the back, knocking far a gleaming knife. Stunned, but unharmed, Akihito rightened himself.
“Ryu …”
Asami was already pressing down the aisle, clearing the other hippy’s back. Fei Long was bleeding profusely, but this didn’t keep him from keeping people at bay with well-directed karate chops and acrobatic kicks.
As abruptly as the mayhem had begun, everybody fell silent.
First War Leader Yoh had raised his shackled hands, at the same time as Asami’s roar rang out.
“Quiet!”
Their joint command had instant effect.
Everyone stalled in mid-action, though the murmurs and looks directed at the new comer were still anything but friendly, and aggression might instantly break loose again if Yoh so much as beckoned with his little finger.
Asami, Akihito, Takato and Takato’s soldier comrades were warily switching their attention between the angry mob and the two principals.
For a split second Yoh and Liu Fei Long came to a standstill, Yoh looking up, and Fei Long down, trying to peer through the blood running over his eye, dripping onto his silk gown. Then Yoh somehow managed to tear off his shirt in spite of his restricted hands, and, with a moan, covered the remaining distance in a single leap. Changing pace just as abruptly, he pressed the linen against Fei’s bleeding face with the utmost care and tenderness. For a moment it looked as if Fei Long would fall down after all, and Akihito jumped forward to support his friend.
But the Chinese drew himself up again. Yoh rose with him, continuing to hold his shirt against Fei’s brow to staunch the bleeding. Fei lifted his face up to him, but only a little bit, they were almost the same height. You could have cut the air with a knife when the world’s First War Leader and the unacknowledged front man of the resistance movement locked eyes, deep blue green and sparkling violet black sinking into one another.
“Whoa …!”
A shocked murmur rippled across the entire congregation.
Again, the hippy was amazing with an unexpected action. He was loosening his belt and methodically proceeding to unbutton the countless pearly fastenings of his exotic gown that was glowing in all colours of the rain bow (where it wasn’t blood stained). Fascinated, no one was able to tear their gaze away as First Test Subject Liu Fei Long of Hong Kong shrugged the robe off his well-defined shoulders and slowly let it glide down a smooth but unmistakably male body.
A gasp went through the masses as he stood in front of them naked, his robe fallen around his ankles in a shimmering heap, as if he had just stepped out of the waves.
Whatever the general opinion towards the Chinese, nobody could resist gaping at his beautiful, subtly muscled body, androgynous and slender, long sculpted limbs beckoning in silent invitation.
A glorious sight, Asami thought…lack of looks certainly hadn’t been what caused him to break off with Fei Long seven years back.
Many of audience seemed to feel the same, there were cat calls and whistles of another kind, and if they could have had their way with the hippy, they would have had other things in mind for him than immediate death … what an enticing human specimen …
A second glance, though, revealed his toned abdomen to be slightly disproportioned, a little swollen.
Not at all fat. There was not a single gram of superfluous fat on this Chinese Greek idol … it was just … strange.
Another collective gasp arose, as, one after the other, the spectators arrived at the same, incredible conclusion.
This was nothing like what they remembered from pictures of women. They’d been mostly smaller, and their waists had been tiny in comparison to that of even an exceptionally slim male.
But even in females, a first pregnancy in a tall, muscular woman hadn’t necessarily shown all that much.
Yoh was still holding his shirt lightly against Fei’s brow, losing himself into his eyes as if in a dream.
Everyone else was shamelessly staring at the militant hippy’s still well defined, but, contrasting with his otherwise slender stature, unmistakably widened midriff, the navel slightly protruding… (and some let their eyes flicker even further south - yes, male. Well endowed male).
Never breaking their gaze, the hippy took hold of both of Yoh’s wrists, directing him downwards. Yoh seemed reluctant to let him bleed again, but a pleading glance from Fei Long made him comply.
Without further ado the hippy laid the war leader’s shackled hands against his swollen belly.
And thousands witnessed, mesmerized, that their First War Leader’s strong, steady hands began to bounce a bit … small bulges rippling erratically all over the shimmering surface of smooth naked skin.
As if a tiny Loch Ness monster was trying to break through.
***
First official day of pregnancy
And again it was blue white lights, blankets and a hot drink for Fei Long.
Only this time Yoh never let go, probably not even noticing someone deferentially unlocking his chains, except to lay one arm around Fei Long. Fei Long did not take any notice of a medic stereo-taping his brow. He leaned his cheek against Yoh’s broad, bare chest. Yoh laid both of his firm, warm hands on Fei Long again, almost covering his belly, and the hippy crossed his almond eyes, letting them flutter shut but for a sparkling violet slit, in silent ecstasy.
***
Akihito, leading Kirishima to the witness stand, felt a pang. As incredible as this moment was, they weren’t completely there yet - the horror of what had almost happened was still in his bones…the mood of the masses still skittish.
The hippy scientist began unfolding his evidence to exculpate Yoh, unheeded, because a man with a white coat had appeared as if out of nowhere and was approaching the wonder pair with a high tech gadget. Without asking, the doctor pushed aside Yoh’s hands and the blanket and set an ultrasonic probe onto Fei’s belly.
The breathless, surrealist atmosphere was affecting even the Commander, so he forgot to protest. Both he and Fei stared, too, as the machine sprang into life and the doctor gave a mostly undeserving audience a first tiny black and white image of this wonder. A wonder no one still really could fathom.
The doctor drily declared the foetus healthy and already at over six pounds.
Even for a woman this would have been quite an accomplishment! The media fell over themselves in a frenzy, for weeks to come. Countless “experts” viewed their airs. You had to take into account this was just the first day of established pregnancy! No, you didn’t necessarily have to have a belly as if you’d almost fall over. Similar cases had been reported out of “ordinary” times, that the expectant mother claimed not to have noticed anything amiss. Women admitted to hospital, where not so very much later their alleged appendix gave his or her first hearty cry. Or they’d even experienced this life blasting moment of “oops?!” at home. OK, most of them had been of a rather more, well, robust, build. But not all! It was amazing what the human brain could choose not to perceive! “Blocking out” that was called…
Media coverage completely agreed, though, on one fact: both parents-to-be had looked a bit stunned. They had even forgotten to ask the all-important question: what the baby would be!
Yoh, still half naked, was holding a blanket wrapped Fei Long close, and the hippy was suddenly hiding his face against the First War Leader’s strong shapely neck. Maybe the hostility of his reception was finally getting to him. He was shaking a little, and the Commander awkwardly stroked his hair and his body through the blanket.
Kirishima was rummaging in his suspiciously aromatic rucksack for the second page of his presentation.
The obstetrical doctor rattled off something about the use of a soft machine wormhole coordinator, based upon principles of subatomic quantum mechanics, in male childbirth, but nobody was paying any attention.
They were all oooohing and aaaahing over the heart wrenching spectacle of their stony faced War Leader going all gooey over his fiercest political opponent, and the cool, arrogant counter culture hero reduced to tears, nestling himself unashamedly into Yoh’s arms.
“… so the body cells of his own hand, and even more so, his mouth, in his own, um, ‘maleplus’, um, appliance, suggest that the initiative for sexual activity in the post-OP night came from Human Liu himself. And not from Human Yoh.” Kirishima was wrapping up the presentation of his evidence.
Akihito felt proud of him. His old friend was keeping his frazzled wits together admirably.
“What Human Liu remembers, is another matter. Anaesthesia is notorious for messing with the memory. He may remember everything as a dream, remember something totally different, or nothing at all. There remains, however, an absolute, a hundred percent certain, proof that he was not forced.”
“And that would be?” the judge hurried to supply. He had been distracted, too … Yoh had dared to press his lips to the hippy’s out of this world sweep of gleaming luscious hair! Of course - pregnancy did that to the hair - made it even fuller and shinier! A sigh went through the audience … oooooh, bold, naughty Yoh …!
The hippy scientist’s slightly blood shot eyes nearly popped too, he gave an appreciative whistle.
”Kei - don’t lose it!” Akihito prayed silently. Yoh nuzzling Fei’s hair was a contagious sight though. His eyes involuntarily swept the hall, connecting with rays of golden laser … he broke the gaze hurriedly.
“Ummm … the ‘Faith Switch’…”
Kirishima fanned himself with his manuscript, and Akihito hoped nobody noticed him furtively take a serious sniff at something he was palming in his other hand.
“Human Liu was not only equipped with the means to conceive“, the hippy scientist’s voice rang out in fresh force, “but also with a biochemical switch to ensure impregnation could only succeed in a state of complete trust, the ‘Faith Switch’.”
The baby’s adorable profile was being projected onto the huge white washed back drop. It yawned, popped its thumb into its mouth and began to suck vigorously. The ooohing and aaahing reached the decibel counts of a jet airfield.
“The Faith Switch will provide an unfailing evidence.” Kirishima paused to “oooh” and “aaah” a bit too.
“If …”, he sniffed again, this time quite unabashedly, “if first: the two … uh … main protagonists, did not … uh … come near each other after the post-OP night … and witnesses are quite positive on that point … and if second: the child is by Yoh, and not someone else … then it is proved beyond any doubt that Human Liu gave himself to Human Yoh of his own will and in complete consent …”
The baby proceeded to suckle his whole hand, kicking joyously. One could almost imagine hearing sounds of gurgling. A playful “bedup- bedup” bubbled up … the baby’s heartbeat …
There was a slight lull in applause. Everyone was probably wondering now: was this really Yoh’s child? Comparing the baby’s snub nosed features to those of the sombre First World Commander - did they really look alike?
The Commander and the “Test Subject” were in another world, one in which only the other two existed. Fei Long was slowly rubbing his nose against Yoh’s neck, as if memorizing by heart every atom of his scent. Now and then he gave a dazed peek at the wall. Yoh seemed all-encompassing and luminous all of a sudden, growing vast in appearance, as if he wanted to incorporate the two beings in his arms.
It was obvious he didn’t give a fuck about these uncertainties, or the fact his life might depend on a positive paternity test. To everyone watching there couldn’t remain a speck of doubt: had he been the one with the Faith Switch, he would have conceived long ago from mooning and necking alone… another storm of sighs arose, whooshing over the masses in a keen gust.
The obstetrical doctor packed up his ultrasound, leaving the still life of thumb sucking infant projected on the wall. He cleared his throat.
“Commander Yoh, your … um … child-bearer has to be examined, we have to make sure he’s not leaking amniotic fluid.”
There was a breathless silence, a bit nasty, this one. The Test Subject was so hot … would they get to see him naked again …? This time, with his strong, kicking legs spread open, would they get to see his secret place now? Would they get to see him being handled down there … ooooh …exciting!
A close up of his “male plus” genital! The world of science owed it to the hard working people … and he … he was only a hippy. Maybe some of them would be allowed to touch? How would it feel to put your hand in there? Or something else? Did it get wet, and mushy, or did you have to use lube as for anal sex? What a chance for demonstration! The media were present … and perhaps a look at his nipples? Could male nipples be suckled?
… yes, let us see … and we want to see him when his time comes, watch his face, hear him scream … come on Yoh, let the blanket slide down … position your Test Subject and take him … and then let us decide if you could have made that kid …
Akihito and the local War Leader Asami exchanged a glance and started down the aisle. Takato and his soldiers sprang into alert …
Fei Long lifted a red eyed face from Yoh’s neck, conveying a silent message. For a moment Yoh seemed to completely lose it.
He tore his gaze away and fixed the doctor in his piercing stare.
The doctor looked uncomfortable, and still First War Leader Yoh stared.
“Uh … uh …”, the doctor’s knees were beginning to shake, he fidgeted, shoving his hands into his white lab coat, trying to pretend he had never said anything.
“Please.”
The sound of that please would have made the bravest man quake.
Second World’s First Commander let the congregation have his hypnotic voice, laced with a scalding edge.
“Please. Speak. To. Him. He’s not deaf, or dumb, he speaks our language.”
Yoh swept a look of barely controlled fury around the hall, honing in on the unfortunate professional again, who was falling over himself mumbling stuttered apologies.
“You. Can’t seriously. Intend. To do this. Here. In front of. Everyone.”
He paused, managing at the same time to project ferocious tenderness and chilling threat, as Asami noted, impressed.
Yoh directed an anxious, searching look at Fei Long’s eyes. Then he addressed the doctor again.
“I hope I have made myself understood - either Mr. Liu can be transported, or I will have the hall cleared.”
He sent another pointed stare around the auditorium. Nobody had left, they were all hanging in their seats open mouthed.
“But if I correctly recall, not so long ago, Mr. Liu was busy kicking shit out of a lot of deserving people, and he had nothing leaking … except the blood off his face … so many brave soldiers, against a single unarmed hippy…”
Unarmed … Akihito felt slightly hysterical, the numerous times his girly co-activist had used his limbs as powerful weapons flashing through his mind, never, to his knowledge, seriously harming anyone, though, I wouldn’t know about unarmed!
“A single unarmed hippy … bearing Second World’s first child.”
Yoh’s voice broke.
He forgot himself and tenderly kissed Fei’s brow, the uninjured one, reddening and immediately drawing back when he realized what he was doing.
(The media busily scribbled down how sweet it was that they were both still so shy with each other.)
Fei Long had stopped trembling and was smiling, bright eyed, but in spite of Yoh having optimistically proclaimed him capable of speech, he remained silent. No inflaming proclamation of a political manifest this time, no glib publicity lines, no easy socialite chit chat, witty, but arrogant … he leaned his head against Yoh, who took a wet sponge handed to him by a medic, and began to lovingly dab the blood off his face. And when Yoh neared Fei Long’s mouth, the lucky nearer spectators swore they had seen the “Test Subject” shyly, but distinctly, kiss the Commander’s hand.
“Liu Fei Long.”
Again, breathless silence, this time of a completely different quality. Quite a few otherwise decent people were feeling ashamed by now of how they’d treated the Test Subject…how they’d let themselves get carried away. He was a human being too, maybe a soldier even, rumoured to be the (illegitimate) son of Hong Kong’s deceased War Leader …
Yoh was speaking to Fei Long.
The spectators craned their necks, panicked of missing a single word. Would Yoh propose now? Was there even a legal procedure for this anymore, in Second World?
But they should have known their First War Leader better, not a man he of the flashy word or gesture.
“I want to take you home”, Yoh just said quietly to Fei. “Where’s Tao?”
***
Fifth day of honeymoon and (established) pregnancy
“You gotta be joking!”
World Commander Yoh had the grace to look a bit sheepish.
“What is that - are you bored with me already? That you have to resort to
such toys …!”
Peace movement front man Liu Fei Long sat up in bed, his cheeks glowing pink in indignation. He gingerly fingered the contraption thrust into his hands. His lover-of-five-days’ imperative gesture stood in stark contrast to the star struck, overwhelmed, yes - shy expression on his handsomely sombre, masculine features…
Oh didn’t he look edible like that …
On their fifth day together, they both still thought that. Fei Long looked up, he too shy again all of a sudden. Without being aware of it he batted his long eyelashes like a girl, and their gazes locked, purplish black again sinking into deep blue green. Both men’s pupils got enormous, their hearts sped up, and their cocks stood.
Yoh forgot the contraption and shoved Fei Long back down on the bed roughly. The hippy gasped. What an exciting surprise to find Yoh not at all shy in bed.
Their new, nice obstetrical doctor had given them “green light”, had said the baby was ok and could come when it pleased within the next two weeks. Sex was a good preparation for giving birth, he explained (making them both blush). He had pooh-poohed all of Yoh’s worries about hurting their child (that he was also worried about depraving it Yoh didn’t admit), explaining the baby felt what his bearer felt, so if Yoh made Fei Long happy, their child would profit, too.
***
Day one to four
At first, they had been very cautious indeed. And it was not only because of the pregnancy. Yoh could never forget how Fei had collapsed right before him, on the hospital bed. And Asami’s explanation in the Officer’s mess in Kaohsiung, both of them staring out blindly over the South Chinese Sea, Fei Long just beyond.
At that point, he could as well have been on a different planet.
… child soldier…raped by his adoptive brother … feeling responsible for the death of his adoptive father… shot in the heart by his biological father…
Abandoned by his colleague.
“He was terribly aggressive, and then again, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, always beside himself, somehow …”, Asami had said, “I couldn’t take it. Made me … feel bad.”
The golden gaze went inwards, deadened. The First Commander had never seen his shining colleague like that.
“I couldn’t help him. Never had the feeling of reaching through. And then that disaster…”
In the days following their intimate summit tête-à-tête, Yoh often thought Asami must have suffered almost as much as Fei himself.
That it was, in large parts, shame, that made him stay away. And maybe even thinking it would be best, for Fei too. Well, wanting to think that.
Back then Asami had still been his boss, and at least he’d sent him to look after Fei Long.
He hadn’t told him, though, of this terrible tale.
But maybe he, Yoh, hadn’t wanted to know. Maybe that’s where he had “blocked out”.
And Asami had told him now.
He felt deeply grateful to Ryuichi, for finding it in himself to be so honest about a matter in which he hadn’t shone.
How he wished he could have let himself… the in some respects so blind World Commander Yoh…how he wished he could have let himself see all this earlier…
But it wasn’t dwelling in the “what if’s” that had made him world commander.
As the great strategist he was the plan was already forming in his determined heart. It was terribly easy, actually. Because they weren’t all that different, really. Even if their reasons for becoming like they were might differ…
They both needed to feel needed. They both lacked the heart for the first step. They both set other people’s lives over their own. They both were socially somewhat reserved. They both might come across as really powerful, when actually they were, in matters of heart at least, shy.
He knew just how to draw his beloved prey out…
“Sir, in all respect, why are you following through with this farce? A wave of your little finger, and … a hippy. Shall we have him …?“
His courageous prey, his monkey.
And Fei had followed the call.
He’d come in like a storm trooper…braving death in the Hall of Justice…death, ridicule and abuse by the masses … for him.
The almost fatal flaw in his plan - he simply hadn’t been able to imagine anyone could hate Fei so … his love … it had been so close.
And he’d had no idea Fei was pregnant!
He drew Fei Long, smiling beside him in sleep, as close as he could.
Fei had told him he himself had only acknowledged his pregnancy on the morning of the trial. When Tao had felt hit by something in his belly.
And when Yoh was in danger.
“But I guess I really knew all along.”
***
They’d had a delirious time.
But still, they weren’t quite there yet. There was still that issue…
Yoh was sure his proud love felt some panic at lying naked with someone who might even be slightly stronger than himself.
It must be the first (fully remembered) time since…Yoh didn’t want to think about that.
But it was fact that Yoh was almost as tall, and just as masculine, as Asami - and this might be part of the problem.
With Akihito’s boyish stature there wouldn’t have been any difficulty, and that’s why Fei could be so uninhibited with him. Akihito had visited them several times, and the last lingering doubt Yoh might have had was gone. Akihito had been a wonderful friend to his love (and to him, too! No wonder everyone loved him.)
They were both hippies, with the hippies’ free and easy ways with each other. Even Fei had a bit of that, by now. There was really nothing more to them than that.
The Russian was a different matter! He was of Yoh’s size, but had such a juvenile way about him…not so intimidating, perhaps? But even of Arbatov he found he could think without murder in his heart. It marked the long way they had come.
Fei’s heart … was his.
He pressed a kiss on his love’s brow, almost healed, feeling a tenderness so overwhelming he didn’t know where to put it.
He was in no hurry. He could never get enough of holding and caressing and snuggling his love, and if they might not be able to have sex at all, with Fei fully conscious, then that’s how it was.
Except Fei himself was getting nervous, was putting himself under pressure, was beginning to freak out …
***
“Yoh!”
Fei Long almost squeaked at this sight, re-entering the room from the bath, his wet hair twisted in a braid, his robe chastely draped.
The world commander was lying on their king-size bed in the VIP suite of Tokyo’s new high-rise University Hospital, naked, but for a lacy sheet coquettishly draped around his muscular midriff.
“I want you.”
Yoh waited … breathless. There it was - the tiny hesitation. Arms shielding body … breathing accelerated, pupils contracting … eyes more and more desperate.
“I want you - to fuck me.”
The black haired beauty’s mouth dropped open in amazement, he let his arms fall at his side and his robe slipped apart, allowing a glimpse at his tantalizing, smoothly sculpted body with the adorable bulge in the middle.
Somehow they’d always seen themselves the other way round…
Liu Fei Long gasped, and blushed prettily, as their world turned over.
They both felt a lightness, dizzying. For a moment, Yoh feared they might fail, after all. Fei was all over him, hard as a rock, but suddenly began to shiver, to sway…
“Come to me, Fei, come …”
„Fei”! … you called me Fei…
River of Love! Help me never let you think I am sorry for you!
It was hard, anxious work … then his Fei was safely in him. Scary - and for them both…
Fei!
Yoh looked up at him, in no very clear state of mind himself anymore. He saw a glimmer of wanton, of single-minded Fei, like nine months before, and his heart began to hammer in wild hope and joy.
He was hardly able to breath a “move, please, love …”, he conveyed it with his hands, which were all over Fei.
Suddenly his hippy went wild, exploding, shoving his tongue in his mouth, rubbing himself against him (that must be massaging their child!), moaning…
…an almost pitiful sound that alone nearly drove Yoh across the border…
Fei pushed himself in as far as he could, hitting the sweet spot deep inside, awakening the earth fire. Yoh moaned out loud. Fei stilled, and it was his eyes overflowing with love and concern now.
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
And now the moment had come for Yoh to channel all of his barely suppressed lust and passion into a blazing blue green laser beam directly into Fei’s soul.
“Aah!!”
Fei’s whole body contracted in undulations around strong, answering Yoh.
They were off, catapulted out over earth…
Time extended. They had no idea what they were doing, in this universe of screams and hot primal ooze…deep earthy shouts and powerful, seismic contractions.
Then Yoh rolled them over, onto their sides, even in this abandoned moment focussed, above all, on not harming his two dearest.
I won’t ask … just let me hold you close…
***
Day five again
“It’s the soft machine wormhole coordinator …”
“… based upon principles of subatomic quantum mechanics”, Fei panted, pursing his lips to touch them to his lover’s, an action which only made him hungry for more. He rolled up his dark narrow eyes in mock disgust, violet sparks flashing, as if a high voltage pole was short circuiting to earth.
“For fuck’s sake, spare me the further technicalities”, he lost it a bit and growled, biting down along Yoh’s impressive front, over the slightly rounded, hard pectorals, the well packed abs, along his “V” …towards another “worm” which had just fared splendidly without any kind of high tech coordination.
“Tell you what … nnnngggh ….”
Science went on hold as Yoh let himself go completely, a sight which could make the hippy explode just by looking. Such utter, earthy abandon in such an ultimately controlled, superior power holder …
“… tell you wha-ha-hat …”, Fei was still so much out of breath, he was hardly intelligible.
“…Hmmmm, yesss, wha-ha-hat? … I love you …”, the blue green of the World Commander’s eyes became visible again, so dark they looked almost black in his flushed, unguarded face.
Fei stared, speechless for a moment. They hadn’t said that to each other, yet.
His heart contracted painfully, he feared it might stall.
A declaration, out of the blue…unplanned, chaotic.
It might even be true…
The contraction swelled like the wave of a tsunami, rushing throughout his entire love relaxed body, focussing in his lower belly, gaining such enormous momentum that he gasped out in pain.
“Ahahaaaaaah ….”
“Hey, what is it, my dearest …”, instantly, Yoh was all alert, all Commander, all concern.
He bent over his supple partner and trailed a supportive, tender hand all over his sweat glistening body. So muscularly slender but for the midriff, which felt rock-hard just now. Fei’s dark eyes were wide, staring into Yoh’s as in their first time, awake. In fear.
He panted off the contraction, never breaking their gaze. The wave subsided, the fear giving way to wonder, and a new softness…
“Where is that obscene nerdy-boy plaything?! - tell you what -”, the violet mischief glinted back in his eyes, as he finally completed his train of thought.
“That doc hadn’t the faintest clue what he was blabbering about, himself!”
“Oh - I’ll grant you that, any time”, Yoh laughed in relief.
He had been swept away too - by a surge of almost unbearable concern. The worry for his Fei, of hurting him, had never left him completely. And another fear, so vast he instantly had to push it away again. The possibility of Fei not surviving his pioneer act.
“It doesn’t matter … why it works is the business of yet another set of nerdy boys … someone like that crazy scientist, you know, that friend of your Aki darling”, he teased, playfully sucking Fei’s cock into his mouth.
Fei and Akihito’s easy way with each other was a source of light-heartedly jealous banter between them now.
“The doctors’ business is what buttons to push, and when …”
“Ahahaaaaah …”
Yoh was not Second World’s First Commander for nothing. He allowed himself only the briefest moment of panic, and then took action. The functional black and white clock on the far wall of the labour room seemed distorted as in a Salvador Dali painting.
“Seven minutes … Dr. Suoh said to call him when the contractions are five minutes apart”, he told his panting darling, ghosting his lips over his beautiful, bare body, working so hard. A heady aroma of honey rose from his love’s moist skin, mingling with a more acrid note of fear. Yoh added both of his hands, trying to touch as much of naked Fei as he possibly could, to sooth him.
Fei clutched him.
“Put your lotus sword … in there …”, he gasped, wild eyed, in one of the extreme emotional swings that had been so characteristic of him before the pregnancy.
“But … Fei … we never did that …”, and indeed, they hadn’t, had resorted to traditional gay sex.
“And we have to calibrate the wormhole coordinator …”
“Yoh!” Fei stared into Yoh’s eyes, “And what is … this?“
He ran his hands along Yoh’s body and grabbed his impressive, ever ready to perform manhood. He deliberately squeezed the rock-hard, pulsating heat. Yoh’s cock stood out at angle, throbbing, oozing at the blunt arrow tip. Fei lewdly kneaded Yoh’s full balls and tweaked at his glistening twirls of pubic hair, making him yelp. Yoh began to breathe heavily, and salivate.
“But … you’re a man, my love”, Yoh panted, “if you were a woman, this would be enough … there. Stuck the monitoring pad on your belly. That much level-headedness has to be. Pretty black beauty patch, for my two pretty boys. Blue toothed. Now the men in the white coats can eavesdrop on you two. Perverts. But if we don’t prepare you … uuuunnnnnngh …. aaaaah … you’re being a very naughty boy! aaaaaah …. if we don’t …(gasp)… put that toy … (moan) … to use, you’ll get a C-section …aaah… and you know what anaesthesia did to you …nngghh… last time….”
“Yes, love, I do … and we will … but there’s time … see? Not all five minutes yet … please … nothing may be the same … after.”
Yes.
Fei might be dead.
Yoh inhaled sharply. His love was spread open before him, and there was no time to lose.
“Just a sec.”
He grabbed the contraption.
“Dress rehearsal … when the contractions are five minutes apart, we call Dr. Suoh, and he tells us when to put in that thing. See, the various settings. I put the dial on one”,
Fei was busy stroking, licking and kissing every part of Yoh he could reach, but he was paying attention…
“Okay, I get it, and when it beeps, or when Dr. Suoh beeps, on to setting two, and when they beep again, setting three, and …. afterwards … on perverse.”
In spite of himself, Yoh had to laugh.
“Reverse, you - shrink-brain. Isn’t that what Tao and Akihito call each other all the time? The setting for after birth is reverse, not perverse … now I wonder if you are such a good influence for our child …”, was the war leader actually giggling?!
“I said that, didn’t I - aaaaaaaah! Ahahahaaaaaah!” pant … cling … pant … subside, “and, by the way, it’s pregger’s brain - shrink brain is you, you pumped it all out down there…”
“Ouch!”
“… and into me, nothing left, and the baby not all that much brain cells to show for it…hey!”
Yoh had reciprocated, twitching Fei’s balls.
“You must be confusing me with that fuddle brained blond from Russia, he, indeed, wouldn’t have a single brain cell to spare…help!”
“Now, please, don’t wait … do it … now!”
Fei went into another contraction, clinging to Yoh with all his might.
Seven minutes.
When the wave receded, Yoh slid his hand down his lover’s taut belly. He caressed Fei’s also rock-hard weeping cock, and, using his ample precum as lube, without further ado, stabbed in underneath.
It was hot, the cavity’s walls slightly rugged, succulent…not so completely smooth as in the behind, and already a little moist - he wouldn’t have needed the lube…
He scanned Fei’s face. He didn’t have to ask if it was good. Fei’s eyes were lolling up in his head, his mouth was half open. Deliberately pressing down on him, Yoh let his tongue mimic the action of his hand in that other cavity …not neglecting male Fei… Fei was humming, and twitching, and writhing beneath him…it was extremely difficult to keep a level head…
“Yessss …”, his love hissed, beckoning … and he rapidly lined himself up, and pushed in to the hilt. It was very tight, and scorching hot. Both stilled, wide open violet black eyes sinking into questioning deep blue green ones. For a mad moment Yoh wondered if the kid could feel his cock, buried so deep into Fei. It was as if he and Fei were one body now. He began to slowly move in him, moving them both, his gaze locked on Fei’s, dipping into his mouth, milking Fei’s cock, a finger up his ass, probing for his sweet spot…
…his love was beyond moaning, almost gone…
It wasn’t easy, what he was doing, acrobatic, even, but if Fei had to die, he should take this with him, a soldier’s salute.
“Stealing this bird…stealing me…unnngh …flying home … yeeeeees!!“ fascinated, soaring high himself, Yoh watched and listened to Fei, deliriously chanting… “riding the motherfucker bird’s cockpit … aaaaaah … flying high… flying you …”
As if he was entering Fei’s mind, becoming part of his dreams … Yoh penetrated Fei in meditative, ever deeper thrusts, coming near every time…he wanted to kiss him again, but didn’t want to interrupt his love’s thrilling rambles…
“…aahahahhaaaaa!!!”
Yoh felt it mount, the wave was swelling, for a moment he wondered if he should stop.
“…unghungh…”
Okay, on … his instinct latched in, firmly, securely. As if on autopilot he accelerated, measured the deepness, the angle, the speed, like the artist, the specialist he had become, in this moment of breaking through to the other.
Their dance having gone on since the beginning of time, and going on, forever.
The pain seemed to reach new heights. Fei’s eyes were staring wide, and on one level Yoh wondered whether he should call Dr. Suoh, but on another he knew, with absolute certainty, he was doing everything right.
If you don't care to "go into labour": skip to ch 6 “ Flower Power on the High Loft”
“Commander Yoh.”
Yoh startled up.
They must have dozed off!
Dr. Suoh, in a green OR smock, was kneeling beside them. His sympathetic bearded face was creased in smiles, as he handed Yoh the high tech gadget, a bit apologetically.
“Now’s the right time …”
Both looked into Test Person One’s face, just as his violet eyes fluttered open.
“Fei Long?” the doctor beamed at him. “Fei Long, how are you feeling? Your baby’s doing just fine. We had a great time checking out his heartbeats, they never faltered for a single moment. Your kid had some fun, it would seem”, now doctors surely didn’t smirk, surely would get thrown out by their board for such a breach of good manners … “are you ready?”
Fei searched for Yoh’s eyes, at first not seeming quite certain if he was still alive, or had left this plane of existence and moved on, after all.
Yoh closed the distance between them and captured his mouth in a deep kiss. The doctor did not look away, but he was part of things right now, they didn’t mind. He waited until Fei Long was able to focus on him.
“Now comes the difficult part, the great unknown…do you want to go ahead as we have discussed…or would you rather brave the C-section, after all?”
Fei Long shook his head, and pointed to the apparatus, blinking like some toy dropped by mistake by scuffling green alien teenagers, cruising by in their parent’s UFO.
“Commander Yoh.”
Yoh positioned himself between Fei’s legs, looked up at his love, and when he gave a small, wondering nod, he cautiously inserted the long flexible shaft, resembling, indeed, very much a superior sort of vibrator.
“Position one.”
Again Yoh waited for Fei’s ok.
“How does it feel?”
Fei crossed his eyes, sensing into himself.
“A bit weird”, he smiled, slowly. “Making a rubber doll of me … aahaaaaaaaaa!”
Yoh glanced at the doctor, who nodded, reassuring.
“It’s ok. The apparatus should remain, until Mr. Liu feels the urge to push. It won’t be long.”
He waited for the wave to subside, and smiled into the child bearer’s eyes. What a strong, beautiful, plucky person.
“You’ve almost made it, Fei Long. While you were sleeping, I examined you. Usually I don’t do that, but you both looked so peaceful, I wanted to let you have your rest. You’re almost open, but now, because of your too narrow male pelvic arc, the baby can’t come any deeper.”
His eyes gleamed a little, it was clear this was very exciting to him as well.
“You both did a great job so far … and now we shall see what our science wizards came up with. If anything goes wrong - the OP - team’s at the ready next door.”
Fei began panting, uttering a high pitched wailing scream. Yoh moved to his back, supporting him with his whole body.
“That’s right, Commander. You’re a natural.”
The male midwife waited, unobtrusively, until Fei Long had collected himself again, gasping, eyes fluttering.
“You feel ok for next step?”
Fei nodded weakly, his eyes drifting back into focus.
“We can proceed quicker than we thought … you’re absolutely gold, Mr. Liu …”, again he beamed at the exhausted, sweat drenched hippy.
“Uh!” Fei yelped a bit at the next setting. “I have no words in Japanese, and none in Cantonese or in English either! for this … feeling … have you laced this stupid prong with acid or what …?”
He heard a giggle, a light tenor, not at all Yoh’s sonorous, hypnotic baritone.
“Akihito…old Peeping Tom buddy…everything ok with Tao?”
“Oh yes, my cross dressing wonder. Tao’s stomped me three times in row in Monopoly now - quite the budding capitalist. But how like you to accuse righteous people of getting you off on a free trip…”
Akihito bent down and pressed a kiss to Fei Long’s glistening forehead. He saluted smartly to Yoh, who acknowledged him with a raised eyebrow. But his formidable eyes were twinkling.
“We had the sound proof door closed, so Tao wouldn’t be worried.”
Akihito searchingly studied his friend’s face, the idyllic grouping, Yoh supporting his Fei, the doctor kneeling at their side.
In between the contractions, everything was peaceful, but for the birth canal tissue coordination going on, and he figured Fei could bear this better if he was distracted. His heart lurched into his throat for a dizzying moment. Their joint witnessing of Fei Long’s near lynch death in the Hall of Justice had had a strange effect on Asami…possibly soon…
“You still sure you want Tao there, when the baby comes?”
Fei just nodded, glancing up at Yoh.
There was a world of trust and togetherness in that glance. Akihito felt another pang. He had already applied for the operation again, secretly, and he felt certain there wouldn’t be any problems with anaesthesia for him. Fei baby here just couldn’t hold his drink…
“When the baby’s head is to be seen, can you come in with Tao?”
Yoh answered for Fei, nodding at Akihito in a friendly manner. Fei was leaning against the Commander’s solid, compassionate presence, letting his eyes fall closed for moment of rest, giving over everything to his love.
“We talked this over repeatedly, with Tao too … we think he’ll be so distracted by seeing the baby, he won’t be too frightened with what is going on with his foster parent…”
Akihito felt another pang, wistful this time. The first place in Fei’s heart had passed over to Yoh. Did parents feel like this when they gave their children away for marriage?
He shook himself. Seeing a contraction build up, he gave his friend another kiss, a goodbye kiss of sorts. In bout of mad courage, he planted one on the Commander’s forehead, too. Not so easy, since those famous wild bangs were falling all over it, the only unruly thing about the Commander. Yoh looked surprised … and pleased. He smiled at Akihito, who left them to each other, to ready themselves for the next round in their joint dance of agony and ecstasy.
***
“Arrrrrrghhhh!”
“Fei Long!”
The doctor’s voice was jubilant.
“The baby’s head can be seen during the height of the contraction…it’s coming down real fast…the next contraction! Shall we call in your friend and your adoptive son?”
Fei Long couldn’t speak, but he didn’t seem weak, he appeared to be glowing. He nodded, completely out of breath.
He wanted Yoh to be the one to receive their child, and Dr. Suoh had agreed.
“We wouldn’t know how to do this any better than you, Commander! Just see it doesn’t pop out too explosively, hold it back a bit. Mr. Liu here’s doing all the work! And our nerdy boys sure did their wizard job. There will be absolutely no pulling or pushing necessary … just see to it Fei Long doesn’t hurt himself too much. OK?”
Yoh nodded. Probably they were both completely beside themselves, but they could do this.
“Fei-Sama, Fei-Sama … have I missed anything?”
Fei laughed, the gurgling sound joining the lighter tinkling of his excited adoptive son.
He still couldn’t talk, and just shook his head, feeling the next, the final swell rise.
“Come here, Tao.”
Yoh drew the boy in. Tao crouched beside him, shivering in curiosity. Akihito moved to Fei’s back, immediately falling back into their easy intimacy.
“ …aaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhhh!!!”
Tao looked up in wonder, and awe. He had never seen Fei-Sama like that.
He loved his Fei-Sama.
“Look!”
And he had never heard Yoh-Sama sound like that! He loved Yoh-Sama very much, too!
“It’s all wet - Yoh-Sama! You’ve been showered!”
The waters had broken…
…and the most amazing sight on this earth was unfolding, a new baby’s head rising between the legs of a human being.
As in a dream, the First Commander did his work, as if he had never done anything else. He laid his right hand, on which the world’s fate depended, on the baby’s wet bush of dark hair.
“Now please pant superficially, very fast”, the doctor panted with Fei Long, demonstrating, “it’s supposed to take off the pressure from down there…”
Fei panted like a dog, wide eyed, and Yoh locked gazes with him in almost telepathic communication, easing out the widest part of the head, the part that could really hurt him…as if the hippies’ earth goddess herself was materializing through his hand.
“Oooh, I can see its nose!” Tao squealed, delighted. The doctor sighed in relief. The most dangerous moment, for the baby, was over.
Supported by Akihito, Fei Long rose to a kneeling squat, pushing out the baby further, even without a contraction.
First its face turned to light, then the shoulders appeared, one after the other, and then the rest of the little human. Together, Yoh and Fei received it into their hands. They both heaved a great primordial sigh as it drew its first breath.
No one had to tell them what to do…the baby on Fei’s belly, Fei in Yoh’s arms, Tao snug between them, they all looked in each other’s eyes for the first time.
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6 “ Flower Power on the High Loft” (~ 2700)