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I guess I can post something...Part of an old story that was supposed to be complete in two to five parts -- In other words, it was supposed to be relatively short, for me.

I, uh, never wrote the second part >.>;;

Anyway...Maybe if you guys like it, I'll finish it someday.

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It was well known in the North that men had other men's babies. There were few woman in the frigid, blustery lands, so the Northern men had been created with the extra features necessary for having children. It was a common enough occurrence that none of the carrying men tried to hide it; there were very few people who disapproved of such a method of reproduction.

Soma, as a Westerner, was unaware of this, as he nervously entered the inn he'd chosen as a place to spend the night. Swathed in the downy overcoat Fumei and Sorako had given him when he expressed a desire to go North, it was almost impossible to notice his condition, but he knew there would be no hiding it when he removed the covering.

He contemplated leaving the jacket on, but several blazing fires kept the structure heated and he knew he would be uncomfortable, were he to remain covered. Slowly, mechanically, he began stripping off the scarf, hat and coat, hanging them neatly on the brass hooks in the entryway, thoughtfully provided to keep the guests' outerwear from cluttering the dining room.

Making his awkward way down the hall, Soma bit his lip and peeked into the dining room. There were many men sprawled around the place, the redhead noticed, and very few woman. There was a busty, pale woman behind the bar, serving up drinks and yelling things at rowdy customers. A younger girl, slight and nervous-looking, sat at a table with a man who may have been her husband, or possibly a brother.

He was keenly aware of the silence that fell over the room as he entered, and the fact that all eyes were suddenly on him. Or, more accurately, on the vast expanse of his stomach, which his shirt -the same one he'd been wearing for a months- could no longer contain; the roundness created by the bastard baby he was carrying left a strip of pale flesh exposed for all the world to see.

He could feel a blush heating his face as he valiantly tugged at the hem of the shirt, trying to close the gap between the hem and the waist of his very snug trousers; tried to cover that exposed strip of pale, smooth tummy. The fabric stretched down over it, covering, until he let go, then sprang back up, wrinkling and resting atop the curve.

The blush grew darker and his face hotter as his audience laughed. He rubbed at his aching back, trying to muster as much dignity as he could, but the baby kicked suddenly and he grimaced, nearly peeing his pants at the pressure of the kicking.

"Don't mind them." A voice startlingly close to his ear drawled. He turned to see a tall, gangly man beside him, violet eyes sparkling in amusement. "They're all rather fond of pregnant men, ya see, and we haven't had one around in some time."

Soma felt hot all over and knew he was blushing again. Men shouldn't have been allowed to be so pretty; the stranger was not only tall and lean, but immensely attractive as well. He had long, dirty blond hair, pulled back in a loose ponytail, unruly and curly and Soma wanted to run his fingers through it. He was dressed in several shades of purple -one which matched his eyes- and a lazy grin was spread across his face.

"Why don't you sit down a while?" He continued, "You look ready to tip over."

It took a second for Soma to register the words and when he did, he blushed all over again. "Actually," He said timidly, "Where's the restroom? I really have to…"

"Ah, say no more." The blond was certainly amiable, if nothing else, "Right this way." He lead Soma off down a smaller hallway. "I'm Killian, by the way."

"Soma…" It was taking all of his concentration not to wet himself at this point; the baby was still thumping away. The urgency of his situation must have been apparent, because Killian held the door open and ushered him in.

A few moments later, hands still damp from their washing, Soma made his cumbersome way back out into the hall and was surprised to find the lanky blond still waiting for him. "You must be starved." He said, nonchalantly eying the other man's belly, "Let me buy you some dinner."

"Oh, I'm, um, not very hungry…I can't eat much in one sitting any more." Soma felt nervous under that greedy gaze, and he soothed the baby worriedly, large hands stroking his belly softly, "Baby takes up too much room, you know?"

"Allow me to cut right to the chase, then." Soma suddenly found himself pressed up against a wall, Killian's hands planted against it on either side of his rounded belly, those violet eyes peering intently into his own turquoise ones. "I want you."

Soma gasped, eyes going wide. He was no stranger to men, no stranger at all. But most of the men who had noticed his expanding middle wanted nothing to do with him and looked at him as if he were trash. Slut, they called him, whore. He was resigned to a life of being wanted for his body and nothing else (What else could he have done? He was a military deserter, after all, and he needed some money), but he'd never thought any one would want him when he was pregnant. "Wh-what did you…?" He trembled slightly, legs shaking. His heart was pounding; it was months since he'd been taken, ever since he'd begun to round out and he was no longer sexually appealing.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since there was a single, pregnant man here? Or how attractive you are?" One hand moved to stroke the bare flesh peeking out from between Soma's clothes and he shivered at the touch. No one had touched him like this…Every one had looked down on him; in his condition, he was not to be desired. Now, seven months into the pregnancy, he was incredibly horny and dying to be fucked.

"You want it bad, don't you?" Killian's other hand was groping him roughly, eliciting an involuntary moan. "I can feel it."

“Lord yes…” He was hard at the first touch, trembling against the unsanded wood of the inn’s wall. His fingers scrabbled against something to hold on to and he started to sag when he found nothing, weak from excitement and the stress of lugging around twenty extra pounds of belly all day. “How much have you got?” Even through the haze of desire, he was doing calculations, trying to figure how much this man would pay him…If it would be enough to stay in one place for a while.

Killian’s brows knit, face clouding a little. “I don’t want to fuck you…” He reached a hand up to touch the other man’s face, “I wasn’t expecting this to be a cheap romp. I want to make love to you and treat you like the precious thing you are. You insult me by believing I’d want you for a price…I didn’t think you were some sort of whore.”

Soma felt his face redden. “I’m sorry…I…” He stammered, ashamed. Of course he’d manage to screw things up…He was good at that. His gaze lowered, dropping to the floor. He really was a horrible, dirty person.

He started when surprisingly strong arms scooped him up. Killian was smiling, eyes twinkling. “I see you’ve not had a real man looking after you before…Us Northerners take care of one another…You’ll see.” And with that, he carted the speechless redhead off to his room.



-- Edited by Buggy Girl on Sunday 20th of February 2011 05:13:11 PM

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It had been so long, Soma had begun to forget how amazing sex could be.

And it was different; so different. Killian took the time to lavish attention on him as if they had been lovers forever. No one had ever shown so much consideration for his needs. His heavy body made moving awkward and uncomfortable, but Killian had told him to lay back and enjoy himself, pushing him gently against the pillows. He’d teased for hours with kisses and caresses, until Soma was practically sobbing and begging for release.

It had been brilliant.

In the morning, however, he regretted it a bit. He ached all over. His back was killing him. It hurt to roll over.

But Lord…It’d been worth it.

Killian’s legs were tangled in the sheets and he was still sleeping. His hair spilled across the pillow, cloaking his shoulders. At some point during the course of their lovemaking, Soma had removed the fastening, allowing those glorious, riotous curls free. His bare skin was exposed from the buttocks up, and Soma propped himself up, watching the man as he slumbered.

Last night had been an interesting turn of events and coming here had definitely been a good choice.

And though Soma could have stayed there all day watching Killian sleep, a sudden rumble in his tummy reminded him that it had been a while since he’d last eaten and all the…exercise the night before had left both him and the baby quite hungry.

Giving Killian one last look, the redhead made his cumbersome way to the edge of the bed, then hefted himself up, stretching and stifling a yawn.

He awkwardly gathered his clothes -they were strewn around the room from the previous night’s hasty disrobing- and fumbled his way in to them, trying his best to cover all that needed to be covered. He knew the attempt was a vain one; the encounter with the villagers in the dining room had been proof of that. But he still had some last shred of pride that demanded he cover his shame.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame it. The attempt was futile, of course, but he had to try.

Five minutes later, as tidied up as he could be, Soma poked his head in to the dining room.

There was one diner seated at a corner table, a steaming bowl of something lumpy and greyish sitting before him. He was reading a leather-bound book and periodically spooning mouthfuls of the hot cereal, entirely ignoring his surroundings.

The pale woman from the night before was slumped in a chair at another table, polishing flatware. Her straw-colored hair was pulled in to a loose ponytail and she was wrapped in a heavy cloak, hiding her ample figure from view.

Soma stepped quietly in to the room, suddenly understanding why she was enshrouded in the thick wool garment. There was only one fire laid -the redhead suspected it was due to the lack of patrons- and the dining room was considerably colder than the night before.

For a second, Soma took in the bleak setting before him, wondering at the difference between the warm, cozy atmosphere of the night before and the room as it was now, then he turned and went to fetch his coat.

When he came back, the serving girl was waiting for him with a mug of hot tea. “Morning.” She smiled faintly, offering him the drink, “Can I getcha something to eat?”

Soma took the mug, setting it on a nearby table in favor of rubbing his stomach as the baby stretched inside. “I…” He frowned a little, “I would like something, but I haven’t got much money…” Probably only enough, in fact, to last a day or two, if he stretched it and didn’t eat much.

“Oh, don’tchu worry about that!” Her smile widened, “Here in the North, we take care a one another. Most of the customers don’t pay with money, anyway.” She indicated that he sit, pulling a chair out for him, “None of us have very much in the way of money, but many of the folks ’round here have livestock or crops, so we trade food for meat and wool and other consumables.”

“…I don’t have any of that stuff, either.” Soma muttered, sitting heavily in the proffered wooden chair, “Haven’t had much of anything for a good long while now.” He pulled his jacket tighter around himself, suddenly chilled. Being from the West, he wasn’t used to the seeping cold that permeated the room. It had been much more temperate where he hailed from and besides that, all of his time prior to his travels had been spent in the balmy South.

“Don’t worry.” She patted his shoulder as she moved towards the kitchen, “Killian’s obviously gonna take good care of you.” And with a wink, the door swung shut behind her and she left Soma alone with the reading man in the corner.

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Notes: Please please let me know what you think of this story. I really want critique. Do you like the characters? The setting? The plot? Are there spelling errors? Grammar mistakes?

I like feedback. I like knowing what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong. I know you guys are looking at it; it'll only take two seconds to say something like "more description, please" or "you used the wrong 'there'" or "Soma is a slut!" or "MORE EMPHASIS ON THE PREGNANCY STUFF!!!1!"

Thanks in advance!



-- Edited by Buggy Girl on Monday 21st of February 2011 08:10:17 AM

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I think this is awesome and really nice..

The setting is something that I've never read before and the plot, it's going smoothly, not in a rush or too slow.. Just right..

As for the grammar, well according to my somewhat above average (i don't even know) knowledge and skills, it's alright.. Nothing's wrong with it..

I can't wait for the update.. I'm seeing that it's going to be very interesting..
And this Killian guy, he's getting me all so curious..

Thanks for the story!! ^^

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Thank you! I'm working on the next part now. I'm hoping to get more of Killian's personality out there; he's still a little bit of a mystery. I'm really glad to know you're enjoying the story, though!

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Soma looked down at the mug before him, then reached out to pull it closer, inhaling the spicy aroma of the tea. As he sipped the steaming beverage, he considered the situation he was in.

He was in a strange place where he knew virtually no one. Sure, he’d made a connection with Killian the night before, but he didn’t know anything about Killian, except that he was gorgeous and had a sweet spot at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

He was getting tired of traveling; he’d been on the move for almost five months and the novelty of it was wearing thin. Besides, his pregnancy was making the going slow. Walking for extended periods of time made his back ache and very few people were willing or available to give him rides in their rickety wagons -- Which wasn’t much more comfortable, any way.

But did he want to stay here, in the cold, for the next two months? Did he want to give birth in a place where no one knew him? Killian had said that folks in these parts liked pregnant men, so maybe they were equipped to deal with labor and birth. But then…The Northerners seemed much more hardy than he himself was and he really had no idea how long he would last in this harsh, cold environment.

Not to mention the fact that the baby was a mix of his own Western blood and that of an Eastern palace servant he’d had a one night dalliance with. The East was a mild, wet area, where temperatures peaked around sixty almost every day and it rained often. The West was a cool, with gentle breezes and more sun than anything.

　

Soma didn’t doubt that he would be able to make due here, but the baby…

And then the there was the fact that he had no money, his clothes didn’t fit properly any more and the winter was only going to stretch on further.

Any further musings were interrupted by the serving girl’s return. She was carrying a hewn wooden tray with another bowl of the lumpy cereal, as well as a plate of dark, crusty bread. “Here we go.” She said cheerfully, plunking the tray down on the table, “Breakfast. It’s not much, but it’s standard fare.”

“…Thanks.” Soma took the spoon, nodding at her, “I’ll find some way to repay you.”

“Nah.” She waved a hand dismissively, “It’s on the house.” A pause, “Or, more accurately, it’s on Killian.”

Soma paused mid-bite, lowering the spoon. “You can’t do that…I barely know him!” He hated being beholden to any one, but he wouldn’t cheat another, either. It wasn’t below him to steal from a faceless individual -the government, one of the Lords- but to swindle the man who’d treated him so kindly…

The girl laughed, sitting in the chair across from him. “You really are new to the area, huh?” Her grin was broad and her eyes danced with amusement, “Killian and I own the place. Our father left it to us. I’m Killian’s sister, Maeve. My husband, Tor, is the cook. We know that most people around here don’t have a lot, so we try to help out where we can.”

“I…” Soma frowned thoughtfully down at his breakfast, “I’m not really used to people like you. Where I’m from, it isn’t like this.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place.”

Killian’s voice sounded from somewhere near the doorway and Soma looked up, drinking in the sight of the other man. Killian was dressed in fleecy-looking pants, tucked in to his leather boots, and a long, thick sweater. His hair was neatly combed and bound back, though one wayward curl had escape confines and hung framing his face.

He crossed the room, stride easy, and began poking at the fire, “Honestly, Maeve, it’s freezing in here. We don’t all have iron constitutions like you. And my friend here,” -He indicated Soma- “is in a delicate condition. You should really be more considerate.”

Maeve rolled her eyes. “I’m just being practical.”

“As always.” The fire blazing to his satisfaction, Killian plopped down at the table, reaching across to pat Soma’s arm, “And we really need to get you some better clothes. What you’re wearing is hardly appropriate for our weather, never mind the fact that it doesn’t fit.”

At the touch, the redhead blushed, lowering his head more. “You really don’t need to…” He honestly had no idea as to why the siblings were being so nice to him. He was a total stranger, after all! What was in it for them? There was little he could do to help out around the inn; not in his condition. He was exhausted all the time now; the traveling was catching up with him and he had been running on pure adrenaline the last few days. All of the mundane tasks innkeepers would ask people like him to do -cleaning, chopping wood, drawing water- would be strenuous and Soma wouldn’t do anything to put the baby at risk.

“Some one should take care of you.” Killian said quietly as Maeve rose from the table, easily taking that as her cue to leave. “I can tell you’ve been taking care of yourself for a long time…And I don’t think that’s right. ‘Round here, the father of a baby takes care of the carrier and the baby.”

There was a long silence.

Then…“I don’t need charity!” Soma scowled, “And I certainly don’t need to be looked after like some child. I can take care of myself -- I have been for a long time. And I can damn well take care of my baby, too.” Pride had always been his greatest vice, as well as his strongest enemy. He’d never been very good at asking for help when he needed it and he clearly needed it now.

“I didn’t mean any offence!” Killian held up his hands in protest, “It’s just…the way we’re used to doing things. Clearly, you can take care of yourself. And it’s not charity. Not really…Every one here gets things in exchange for other things. You wanted money from me last night. If you want to keep performing sexual favors, I’m sure we can work something out.”

“…Fine.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t paid for things with his body before. Soma could handle that. And really, it made Killian seem not-so-different from every other man in his life.



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“Why would you say such a thing, Killian?” Maeve asked him later. She paused in her washing, a sodden sheet in her hands, to look up at her brother, a frown firmly in place on her face. “What a horrid proposition!”

“What could I do?” Killian sighed. He was looking over the ledger, making sure they had enough of the main staples required to run the inn and that every one who owed him in the past month was paid up. Oats, wheat flour, milk, cheese, butter, mutton, geese, bacon…All in good supply, for once. That was one less headache…Now if only his sister would mind her own business. “I want him to stay. He’s alluring and mysterious. And not to mention the fact that he’s going to have a baby shortly…No matter how he denies it, Soma needs help he is not willing to receive. And, apparently, he is willing to pay for things with his body. He implied as much last night.”

“But Killian!” The sheet fell back in to the basin with a sploosh as Maeve planted her hands on her hips, standing up at full height. “That goes against everything our family stands for! We’ve always helped other people…Never has our family put any one in a degrading position such as this.”

Killian just looked at his sister for a moment, her hair falling limply around her face, clothing damp in places, face shiny from the steam of the hot water in the wash basin. She deserved better; she was a hard worker and an asset to the inn, but really…This life was aging her before her time. What Killian really needed was a partner of his own who could help him run the inn, so Maeve could get on with her life.

So far, though, no one had caught and held his interest.

No one until Soma.

“You’re worrying too much, Maeve. It’s not going to be like you think.” He rose from his chair, closing the ledger and tucking it back in to the desk. They were in the back room; a space off the kitchen that served as everything from office to laundry room to private study. He rolled the top of the desk down and locked it, safely hiding the ledger from the world. “I really like him. I want him to be here a long time…I am not going to just be using him and giving him food or clothing in return. I just needed some way to get him to agree to stay long enough that he won’t want to leave…And this was the best course of action.”

“I still don’t like it.” Maeve grumbled, snatching the sheet back from the tub and vigorously running it along the washboard. “You could have put it nicer.”

“Not if I wanted him to stay.”

“Bah!”



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Good so far. Since you mentioned it, I COULD use a bit more emphasis on the actual pregnancy, but other than that, sounds great.

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Have no fear, bellybabe. The pregnancy will come more in to play soon. I tend to get long-winded (I wanted this done in five parts - HA! It's already more like seven or eight and nowhere near finished), but the part I just started involves the pregnancy more.

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AH HAH!!!! I see 2 updates.. *jumps around for joy*

Oh, Soma why are you so hardheaded??? Why can't you just be the gentle and vulnerable lil fella you should be??? I hope Killian will get a good chance to do what he needs to do.. It's annoying me that they aren't together.. LOL!!! I've taken a huge liking towards seeing them with each other.. >.

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Soma is meant to be the opposite of most of my bottoms/carriers. Any one who knows me from back in the day (hell, any one who looks at the art I've posted here) knows that I have a penchant for drawing and writing willowly, feminine guys with long hair and pretty faces as my mothers-to-be; guys who cry easily and get emotional and are somewhat fragile.

Soma is...Not that. He's not looking for love. He doesn't want to be taken care of. He's pretty self-suficient and rough around the edges. He just also happens to be pregnant.

And I really didn't want this to be the typical love story. I write too many of those as it is, and sometimes, I try to challenge myself with more nitty-gritty stuff, where there aren't declarations of love after a week and people are in tough situations that they have to meet head on, on their own.

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Soma had retreated to the room he and Killian had shared the night before after breakfast, pleading fatigue. Killian hadn’t argued, just told him to sleep as long as he wanted; he must have been tired after all of his travel, after all.

“You get some rest.” Killian had told him, “Then we’ll think about getting you some better-fitting, weather appropriate clothing.”

Get some rest, ha! It was easier said than done. The heavy, filling breakfast was weighing on his stomach and the baby seemed to be anything but tired. It was kicking incessantly, really doing its best to prevent him from sleeping.

Soma was reclined on the feather bed, snuggled beneath the eider down comforter, hands under the blanket rubbing across his taut skin as he attempted unsuccessfully to sooth the baby in to sleep.

He was physically exhausted, but his mind was whirling a mile a minute as he considered what Killian had proposed. Stay and be something akin to a concubine. The prospect of staying in one place was wonderful, especially as his pregnancy advanced. He would be warm and sheltered from the elements; he and the growing baby would have enough food. He knew he could take care of himself, but it would be a lot easier to just stay.

And besides…Killian was hardly the worst lover he’d ever had.

Many of the other men in his life had used and abused him. During his time in the military, he’d been known as an easy fuck; some one queer and unusual who was especially good at pleasing another man.

After deserting the army, he’d supported himself in the only way he knew how -- sleeping with others in exchange for money. He was quite talented in bed and they had always been pleased by his favors, though some of them did get rough and degrading from time to time. He’d even been beaten up once, for failing to perform to a client’s standards.

Killian had been different. He hadn’t treated Soma like dirt. He had taken the time to lavish attention upon him. He had kissed him and held him and looked him in the eye. He’d almost acted like he lo-

A particularly intense kick dragged Soma back from his musing and he winced, rolling over on his side and stroking one calloused hand over his stomach. “Knock it off.” He grumbled good-naturedly at the baby, “I haven’t forgotten you’re there.” And really, there was no way he could. He’d been in tune with his own inner tides since that morning at Fumei’s castle when he’d realized he’d been carrying; when he knew that he’d brought back a little souvenir from his romp with the palace servant in the East.

The realization had come with mixed feelings.

He had lost a baby in the past, when his lover had beaten him within and inch of his life. And while nothing could replace that baby -that he had felt moving inside him; that had been cruelly taken away!- the knowledge of the new baby had made him feel a little less empty.

Of course…With the joy of his discovery came worries, too. How would he cope if he lost this baby as well? It had been hard enough after the first miscarriage; he couldn’t imagine having a second. When he’d expressed these concerns to his friends, they’d become unbearable; Fumei hovering around him, Sorako always nervous and treating him like glass.

That was when he’d decided to leave.

Soma had never been able to stand feeling smothered; he was born a free spirit and a free spirit he’d stay. Prior to his time in the South, he hadn’t stayed in one place -including his time in the army- for more than a month or so, not since he’d been booted from his family’s home for his “disgraceful actions” with the man who’d tried to kill him; the man who had killed his unborn child.

Though he knew travel in his condition was especially risky, he had to go. He loved his friends and was grateful for all their help, but knew he needed to figure his life out on his own, or he would never overcome his past.

And that was precisely how he’d found himself here -in the one Realm he’d never visited before- in Killian’s bed with no money, no prospects other than the one Killian offered and a baby due in two months.

Soma huddled further down under the blanket, suddenly chilled to the bone.

At that moment, his life seemed very bleak.



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You know, I can go on and on telling you how much I love you *bricked* So many updates in such a short time makes me so happy!! ^^ Oh yes, that's the typical mpreg character in almost all the fictions I've read.. Something new could do me good.. I mean, it's always a good thing to broaden your imaginations and thoughts.. and sorry I really didn't know you from back then.... but I'd love it if I ever get to see your arts here.. Now back to the story.... part of me really wanted to see the full "lo....." word, but I know it won't be anytime soon til that happens.. It really does seem like Killian's the one who'll change Soma.. To be honest I really can't wait to see what Killian's gonna do for Soma.. I don't know, in my head, I'm seeing Killian as some sort of Prince in the shining armor type of guy.. I'm not sure if this is how he's supposed to be though.. And Soma, he deserves something better.. He shouldn't have had to suffer those cruelties... it's really unfair!!! Anyway, as always, I'll be waiting for the update.. =D

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Thanks again, animevirgo! The updates have been fast in coming because I had the day off from work yesterday and wrote 4000+ words of the story (that's, like, eleven pages). If my burst of creativity keeps up, I should have it done sometime this week.

Killian is tenacious, if nothing else, so don't worry. He'll keep working on softening Soma :D

And I have been posting my old art, down in the art gallery. You can check it out if you want (there are some doodles that go with this story).

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Buggygirl:
Read part of this on the old forum?
Hopefully you'll finish this here?

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Let me direct you to the comment above yours, Enchanted, where I said "If my burst of creativity keeps up, I should have [the story] done sometime this week."

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It was easy for life in the North to fall in to a routine.

Days were short, nights long. And nights at the inn were filled with warmth and food and good company. Soma was beginning to like it there, in spite of his apprehensions and uncertainties. The small village was full of people who cared deeply for one another; people who enjoyed each others’ company. There were many good story tellers and Soma found himself, after a few days, warming up and sharing stories of his own travels.

The Northerners could scarcely believe he was close friends with the Lord of the South. None in the village had even met the stoic Lord of their own realm; Kitakaze was not some one who mingled with the commoners. Fumei was young and unlike the other Lords, however, and Soma had many stories about him that the villagers would eagerly listen to.

It was more than just his good orations, however, that made Soma popular among the villagers, Killian decided as he watched the redhead speak to a few young men one evening. Soma was reclined in his chair, large hands resting atop his stomach, a mug of steaming tea at his elbow, a plate of roast duck and pickled apples within reach. His new clothes suited him well; a soft, warm tunic a turquoise shade that nearly matched his eyes, loose grey trousers with room to grow and thick, knit socks that Maeve had insisted he wear. He looked soft and content there in the chair, smiling at his audience as he told whatever story had captivated them that night.

He had some sort of charisma; some charm that drew them all in. Soma was an easy-going man with a ready smile and a laugh that came easily. He had a way of telling outrageous stories that drew in the listener as well as making each person feel like he was speaking only to them.

He truly was a special individual, and Killian knew he was on the brink of falling in love.

Only Soma seemed oblivious to the fact.

He was spectacular in bed; always hot and ready. But other than that…He seemed to shy away from Killian, as if he was afraid to get too close outside of a sexual encounter. He had no problems spending time with Maeve, or the villagers, or even helping Tor in the kitchen, to the best of his abilities. But any time Killian got too close, he would retreat, claiming he needed a nap, or to use the bathroom, or that Maeve and Tor had asked him to help with something.

Killian wanted to connect with him on an emotional level, but Soma was making it hard and the blond wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it had something to do with the baby -who seemed to be making its carrier larger by the day- or perhaps it was something else; something like the fact that maybe Soma really was just taking advantage of his offer for shelter and food. Maybe Soma felt nothing more than obligation towards him…

He didn’t want to think of it that way, but with the way Soma went out of his way to avoid him, Killian could hardly help it.

And it was a depressing thought, especially after seeing him so friendly with every one else.



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I really, really like this story!!!! I cant wait to read more!!!

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Oh, you did? I need to check the place soon.. The last time I saw the place it has only 4 topics so I didn't enter it to look around.. Sorry~~~ >.< Oh, another update.. Now let's see, Killian's feeling a bit hurt and there's a tint of jealousy in him?? Oh Soma, why are you being like this??? He's giving me the feeling that he's already fallen for Killian, it's just that he has no guts to admit it and he's living in denial.. And oh, I'd like to be one of the villagers.. I totally love story times and it'd be wonderful if I ever get to listen to Soma's stories.. ^^ Thanks!!

-- Edited by animevirgo on Wednesday 23rd of February 2011 03:14:42 AM

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Thanks guys; I'm glad you like it.

Killian's definitely feeling jealous -- How dare those other guys get more of Soma's attention than him?? And Soma...just doesn't trust easily. It isn't safe to like Killian too much.

Anyway, here's another part before I go to work!

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“How are you feeling?”

Soma half-turned, eyes wide with surprise as he looked over his shoulder at Killian. He tried to avoid situations that would leave him alone with the blond; it made him feel awkward. Knowing what they did when they were alone together made him kind of ashamed, though he’d never felt shame over paying his way with sex before. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something about this was different.

He had stepped outside for some fresh air, wrapped up in a woolen cloak, a knit hat pulled low over his forehead. Though the air was frigid and his breath came in cloudy puffs, it felt great to be outside. Little icy flakes of snow stung his cheeks and gathered in his lashes as they danced through the grey sky. Beyond a ridge of the ground was a leafless forest, barren and empty. It was freezing, the scenery behind the inn bleak, and yet…It was the most alive Soma had felt in months.

Until Killian spoke, shattering the frosty silence.

“I’m okay.” The redhead muttered, burying his mittened hands in the deep pockets of the warm jacket beneath his cloak. “My back hurts and sometimes it’s too hot inside, but I’m okay.”

“It’s getting closer…” Killian didn’t need to say what was getting closer; they both knew he was talking about the baby. “Maybe…” He scuffed the toe of his boot along the frozen ground, “Maybe you should start taking it easy.” Though Soma’s pregnancy was easily hidden in the folds of the cloak, Killian knew exactly how large he was getting. The baby seemed to be growing by the second now, so close to the end.

They had already slowed down in the bedroom; some nights, their time spent together was no more than cuddling and kissing. Killian had magic fingers; his every touch was soothing and gentle, especially in regards to Soma’s aching back. He lavished attention on the baby, kissing and caressing the mountain of the redhead’s stomach. Soma hadn’t been expecting that; it seemed as if Killian was turned on by his fertility.

It was driving Soma crazy, this ‘taking it easy.’ He wanted -needed!- more, and lately Killian had seemed reluctant to give it. In fact, it seemed that the larger he got, the more subdued Killian became, though Soma could see the same need in his eyes that he himself felt and he found himself wondering why the blond was exercising so much restraint instead of just ravishing him.

“No.” Soma shook his head, giving in to the ache in his back and sitting heavily on a rough wooden bench overlooking the valley, “If I stop helping around the inn, I won’t be doing anything and I won’t let myself be useless.”

“You’ve done a lot for us already, Soma.” Killian was suddenly sitting beside him, staring out over the bare trees, hands braced against the seat of the bench. “We’ve had so many more customers and made so many more business deals since you started living with us. The inn is thriving, because people come to see you and hear your stories and stay for dinner. It’s not just that you’re cleaning or chopping vegetables of butchering geese or spending time with me…You’ve brought color to our drab world.”

Soma was silent for a long time, his own turquoise gaze sweeping out over the empty land below as he took that in. He hadn’t really realized how things had improved in the weeks since he’d arrived in town and now that he was thinking about it…The atmosphere around the inn had been lighter lately, and the food more varied and better. Had those changes occurred because of him? It seemed impossible. He was just a no one, a military deserter with a bastard child in his belly.

Then he looked up, eyes meeting Killian’s. The distance between them shrank as the blond edged closer, his warm breath tickling Soma’s nose. He slipped his hands up, under the cloak, the jacket, the thick sweater, his leather gloves cold against Soma’s skin and he splayed his hands over the other man’s baby-filled belly.

“I want you to stay.” Killian leaned in that last little bit, kissing him softly, “Forever. We need you-” He paused, a faint kick beneath his gloved hands causing him to smile, “-both of you. I need you. Stop hiding from me…”

Soma had felt a stirring in his groin at the first touch. The kiss sent a jolt of electricity sizzling down his spine. Somehow, that one chaste kiss said more than any of the sultry ones ever had. He shuddered a little -but not from the cold- edging away from the touch. “I…I can’t. You’ve been so kind; done so much for me…But there’s too much you don’t know…We’re still strangers, Killian. You don’t know me at all. I’m doing what I said I would. Please, please don’t make this more complicated than it has to be…”

He couldn’t stay. He never stayed. And liking Killian would make it that much harder to leave.



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ARGHHH!!!! That was so close.. But why? Why can't he stay? Was there something with his background and his past? Oh, I'm so curious.. There seems to be lots of questions.. I can't wait to have them answered.. =)

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Don't worry, animevirgo, all will be revealed in some time! (Though any one who read my story "Sky Child" at devART/fictionpress/the old board might remember what Soma's issues are.)

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Killian stopped sleeping in the room after that.

There were several other private rooms in the upstairs, rooms that only the family was given access to. Besides that, there was currently only one guest residing at the inn -the reading man- so there were plenty of other places for the blond to rest.

And clearly…Soma didn’t want much from him.

It was making Killian miserable.

Maeve wasn’t helping the situation much; she had never had a problem speaking her mind or asking awkward questions and she was certainly doing both of those things.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“Gah!” Killian started in surprise at the sound of her voice, nearly falling out of his chair. He’d been busy composing a letter to their distant cousin who lived closer to Kitakaze’s palace, sharing the news of the village. He and Maeve saw Nolan only rarely -it was a long journey to the palace from the village- and they instead exchanged somewhat regular letters.

Now there was a blot of ink in the middle of the paper, right in the middle of a paragraph describing the changes at the inn.

Killian glared up at his sister, expression dark. “Why don’t you mind your own business?”

She ignored his jab, flopping in to the other chair in the room, the one she usually sat in while working on the laundry. “Really, Killian. It might make things easier.”

“No.” He wasn’t just being stubborn; he really didn’t think it was a good idea. “We’ve only known each other little more than a fortnight, and he’s right. I don’t really know him at all. I can tell he’s been hurt…Probably in more ways than you or I can imagine. And I somehow doubt telling him that I think I love him would make things any easier.”

“It might.”

“Please, Maeve. Just let it alone. He has enough to worry about as it is.”

“Like the baby.”

The blond man nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “He never really talks about it…Not about how he wound up pregnant, at least. From what I’ve pieced together, it happened when he was at the Eastern Lord’s palace, but other than that…He won’t ever say a word about it. I know he’s sold himself to survive…And I worry that he was hurt by the person who fathered the baby.” He concluded softly, looking down at his hands where they rested atop the desk. “I wish he would open up to me and let me comfort him…But I won’t push it.”

Maeve looked at her brother for a moment, taking in the way he was slumped over the desk, shoulders hunched. He was a generous man who tried to help every one and it was probably killing him that Soma was distancing himself. And besides that, he did have a good point. Though they were hard workers and the conditions in which they lived were harsh, they had lead a sheltered life, where every one treated each other kindly and neighbors assisted each other. Every one worked to benefit the greater good and there was no crime any more serious than the occasional theft of a potato or jug of ale here or there.

She couldn’t imagine any circumstances that would leave Soma with no option other than paying his way with his body. She couldn’t understand how he would wind up with a fatherless baby. Those were foreign concepts to her; things that Just Didn’t Happen in their village.

“…What will you do, brother?” She finally asked.

Killian exhaled slowly, looking up and meeting her gaze, expression solemn. “What can I do but just keep trying?”



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I see.. I'm new here so I don't really know a thing about your works =S Nothing much really happened here but I'm glad at least someone else is aware about what's going on.. I hope the barrier between Killian and Soma would be removed sometime soon.. It's really annoying me that one's being uncertain and insecure while the other, so frustrated that he doesn't know the correct move to take.. =/ Thanks for the update by the way..

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Note: I just want to thank you guys for making this the most viewed thread on this board thus far. I am really proud to have nearly double the amount of the other highly-viewed topics; it lets me know people are looking and I must be doing something right.

I plan on having this story finished by the end of the weekend. If you guys keep reading, that will definitely motivate me to complete it <3

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“You should really trust Killian more.”

It came right out of the blue one afternoon, when Soma was helping Tor cook the evening’s dinner, completely catching Soma by surprise.

Tor was a quiet man who mostly minded his own business. Usually, the only conversation in the kitchen -unless Maeve was with them- revolved around the food; Soma was still learning and Tor was very meticulous about the dishes they prepared, no matter how simple they were. Conversation was limited to his teaching Soma useful skills, like how to butcher a goose or how to properly sharpen a dull knife or how to debone a fish, or, sometimes, correcting an error he made in a measurement.

Mostly they worked in silence and it came as a surprise, then, when Tor spoke up on Killian’s behalf.

Soma had been busily cubing potatoes, but stilled at the other man’s statement, the knife coming to rest on the wooden chopping board. For a moment, he said nothing at all, just stared down at the mealy vegetables. “I do trust him, Tor.” He finally said.

“It doesn’t seem that way.” The blond shrugged, turning back to the cauldron simmering over the fire and the mutton shank within. He really didn’t feel it was his place to be offering Soma any advice; it was none of his business, after all. But Killian had clearly fallen for the mysterious Westerner and it was hard to watch him moping around when Soma distanced himself. His brother-in-law was usually spunky and cheerful, despite the general somberness of the village. “You always seem to be avoiding him.”

“We made an agreement.” Soma lifted the knife again, chopping at the potatoes a little more vigorously than he needed too, his sudden burst of energy fueled in part by anger. It was really none of Tor’s business! “And I’m holding my end of it. He’s getting what he wanted.” The potatoes finished, he wiped his hands on a damp towel, then turned to leave the room, one hand supporting his aching back as he went.

Tor’s quiet inquiry - “But what if he wants more?” - followed him out of the room.



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Oh it really hurts to see this.. I don't know I just.... I just don't like it whenever there's a barrier and Soma seems to feel so uncertain.. Oh if only things would be better.. Thanks for the update..

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