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Date: Thu Sep 8 11:03 PM, 2011

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Panting Kiba thrust into the boy under him, he licked the back of his neck. A moan came in response to the slight tease.

Shuddering he thrust deep inside him and with a loud groan released his hot load inside the 18 year old.

He heard the other boy moan his pleasure and cum on the bed, pulling out Kiba rolled the trembling boy over and onto his back looking down at him.

The boy, his lover, looked up at him and smiled threw shallow pants. “Kiba, are you sure you have to go and visit your sister?”

Kiba bent down and pressed his lips to his lovers as the other boys arms came up and around his neck, separating he looked down into his brown eyes. “Yes, she needs me right now and I can’t just ignore that. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks, I promise.”

Dylan his lover nodded and pulled him down for another hot steamy kiss.

Dylan crouched lower and would have forced himself to be smaller in the cramped closet but his bulging pregnant belly was in the way.

Slam. “Dylan! Come on out I know you’re in here somewhere….and when I find you, you and your baby are dead!”

Dylan shuddered at the threat. Not the first but maybe the last.

“Kiba can’t save you Dylan so just come on out!”

He was right, Kiba, the father to his baby, and the reason he was in this mess couldn’t save him…no one could.

Kiba didn’t even know about the baby.

Thinking about him of course got an image of the tall sexy boy he loved, Kiba’s longish dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin.

God how he loved him.

Bang!

Jumping Dylan brought his hand to his 8 month pregnant belly and felt a slight kick.

Too bad Kiba wasn’t there. No he was still with his sister and had no clue that Dylan was pregnant and in danger…and probably never would either.

When Tyler, the local gang boss found out he hadn’t been too happy and Dylan had spent a lot of his pregnancy running and hiding. But now Dylan was getting tired and he knew it wouldn’t be to long before Kiba’s child blessed the world with its appearance.

“Boss I don’t think he’s here.”

“Oh he’s here, check the closet…”

Gulping he watched as the knob turned and the door swung open to reveal a smiling gang members face as he reached in and grabbing Dylan’s arm yanked him out and in to the room.

Tyler’s eyes lit up and he looked him up and down his eyes landing on his bulging belly. “Well for a pregnant guy you sure are hard to find Dylan.”

Swallowing he clutched his belly as Tyler came forward and snapped his fingers. Another thug came up and grabbing his other arm his arms were pulled behind his back and tied. Smiling wide Tyler pulled Dylan’s shirt up over his belly and put his hands on either side of the oversized rounded object, when he felt kicking his smile turned to a grin. “Well looks like you’re about due any day now, that will just mean I won’t have to wait all that long.”

He nodded and turned leaving and Dylan was forced out behind him, the whole time knowing what came next.

Kiba stepped out into the sun and smiled as he took a big breath.

He was finally home! Finally back and could be with Dylan again!

Now he just had to find him...

Heading for the home they shared he was surprised to find it in total disarray.

Broken glass was all over the floor, a shattered lamp, the couch was turned over and broken plates were all scattered in the kitchen.

Kiba then noticed that the closet door was hanging wide open.

Frowning he walked closer but saw nothing.

“Strange...Dylan should be here but...”

Trailing off he turned at a noise and saw the land lord looking in and stare at him.

The land lord came in and looked around shaking his head sadly. “Poor boy…getting dragged out the way he did by that monster, he didn’t even stand a chance in his condition…”

Kiba saw red and he lunged forward grabbing hold of the guy’s shirt collar. “What the hell does that mean? Who dragged Dylan out of here and what condition was he in?”

The man’s eyes got huge as he started to shake and look at Kiba in fear. “T…Tyler and his gang has been looking for him s…since about a month after you left because he’s p…pregnant…”

Kiba’s eyes got huge as he released the man and took a step back. God Dylan was pregnant and it was his child, and he’d spent the last 8 months with his sister helping her and her husband threw their first child while Dylan had been here fighting for his and their child’s life.

He couldn’t let anything else happen to Dylan…he just couldn’t.

Dylan lay in the hot room on the bare mattress naked and his hands tied to the bed posts.

He was sweaty and in pain. A lot of pain at that.

He knew he would soon be in labor and that there was nothing he could do about it, the only good news was that Tyler wasn’t going to kill him…no he was going to keep him and make him give birth to his children since is girl couldn’t have kids.

Dylan shifted again as the pain in his back got worse. Not even a second later though he felt his water break.

No, he didn’t want to have his child now…not when Kiba didn’t know and when he knew what Tyler had planed for it…

There was noise up stairs as Dylan felt a contraction, not having any girl parts except for the womb he knew that this was going to be painful.

Closing his eyes and clenching his hands he put his head back at another contraction. “Ah! Ah…nnm!”

Bracing his legs he got ready to push as he felt the baby drop lower.

Then he heard the door open and the voice of the one person he didn’t want to as the door shut. “Well Dylan looks like Kiba came just in time to witness the death of his child…now be a good little slut and push.”

And that’s just what he did as he felt another contraction and he got that urge.

He cried out when he could feel the babies head crowning two contractions later.

Pushing again Dylan felt his hole tearing just as the door flew open and Dylan got the babies head out…

Kiba flew into the room and his eyes immediately landed on his lover that was in immense pain and in the process of pushing their child’s shoulders out.

Then his gaze went to Tyler standing at the end of Dylan’s prison turning toward him, but Kiba didn’t give him the chance before he lunged at him slamming him into the wall and pounding his fists into the worms’ ugly face. He only stopped and let him slouch to the filthy floor when he heard his lover cry out again.

Turning Kiba rushed over and slid between his lover’s legs as he noticed Dylan looking at him with pain filled teary eyes.

Dylan started shaking as Kiba gripped his legs and looked down between his thighs.

God he was happy to see Kiba but that happiness soon fled him with his next contraction and the immense pain it brought.

Baring down he gritted his teeth and bushed as tears came to his eyes.

“You’re doing great love…one more push and the other shoulder is out.”

Panting Dylan felt like the room had gotten hotter but he knew it was just him so taking a deep breath he pushed again feeling the babies other shoulder slip free.

Looking down he saw that Kiba was clearing the baby’s air way so it could breathe on its own.

Feeling the next contraction he bore down and pushed with what little strength he had left.

Kiba watched in awe as Dylan pushed one last time and the crying whimpering infant fell into his hands.

Laying it down he stripped his shirt and cleaned the little pink thing and with some pleasure noticed it was a little boy, so wrapping his son in his shirt he took out his knife and cut the cord still connecting mother and child then brought his son to his chest and smiling looked at Dylan, his smile faded.

Dylan was laying there tied to the bed pale and panting as he looked at him and their son. “Kiba, you have to take him and get out of here…come back for me later but save him…”

The words were like a knife to his heart, and the knife cut deeper when he heard the groan from Tyler who was still on the floor behind him.

Looking at his lover he stood and came up sitting next to him. “I’ll be back, I promise I’ll be back to get you Dylan…”

Nodding Kiba saw tears in his eyes. “I know you will be love.”

Leaning down he kissed him before standing and holding his crying son close ran from the room.

Dylan watched Kiba disappear then breathed a sigh of relief as he bore down again and pushed again expelling the placenta and after birth.

Laying there his body was practically limp when he heard Tyler getting off the floor and looked down at him over his noticeably smaller belly.

Tyler looked like he’s lost a fight to a tiger and he pretty much did where Kiba was concerned. But then Tyler’s blue eyes swung toward him and he smiled. “Stupid thing having Kiba take the brat Dylan, you should have escaped while you could.”

Shuddering he watched as Tyler left shutting the door behind him.

Now Dylan truly would know what hell was going to be like…

Kiba watched as his son was checked over by his best friend and in a way brother Vincent.

It had been two days since he left Dylan in the clutches of Tyler and he was worried, and for the first time frightened for his love.

“He seems fine, so can I ask who the mother is?”

Kiba snapped out of his daze and looked his friend in the eyes. “Uh, its, well its Dylan…”

Vincent’s eyes widened but only slightly as they looked at one another, finally Vincent spoke. “And why isn’t he here with the two of you? He should be checked too ya know.”

Nodding he looked down at his hands that were clenched in his lap. “Tyler’s got him that’s why…that son of a bitch has him and is going to do god knows what to him.”

Vincent made a sound and looking up Kiba saw that his face had fallen and was sad. “I know how that can go Kiba but don’t worry…I’ll help you get him back if you help me get…if you help me get Jet back.”

Kiba must have looked surprised because Vincent nodded. “Yes Jet, me and him got really close after you and Dylan introduced us but then about a week later he never came home and I found out that it was because Tyler had taken him and his brother Chris as his own.”

Nodding he understood then, but in order to get all three boys he was gonna need help.

Vincent agreed to watch his son while he went and rounded up someone he knew would help him and who knew Tyler well…

Sitting in a chair by a set of big double windows Chris laid his hand on his bulging tummy and rubbed the bare stretched skin.

Hearing the door open he looked over as his slightly older brother Jet came walking into the room naked like him but drying his hair.

Looking down his brother his gaze landed on his swollen belly that was farther along than his own for the fact that his child was fathered by Vincent his brother’s lover, Chris’s however was fathered by Tyler…

He felt a kick under his hand and he looked down at his round belly.

He didn’t want this thing growing in him, not when its father was Tyler, but he didn’t have a choice.

He had tried to kill the thing and ended up being tied up and confined to his bed.

Now that he was 7 months though if he tried something like that again he’d succeed in killing it.

The door to their room opened and one of Tyler’s thugs came in and looked at him. “Chris, Tyler wants you in his room now.”

Sighing and standing he walked to the door and down the hall followed by the thug till they got to Tyler’s room, once inside and the door was shut and locked Tyler grabbed him and hauled him to the center of the room where a chain hung from the ceiling.

Chris’s arms were pulled over his head and his wrists bound and his ankles where chained in place.

He felt Tyler lean close just as he felt his breathe against his neck. “Now let’s play my sexy play mate.”

Brandon crouched down low as Kiba came up beside him and he looked at the dark haired boy.

How the hell had he been roped into the rescue of Vincent and Kiba’s lovers when he never even met them?

Sighing and turning his attention back to the giant house and all its guards he watched a moment before turning back to Kiba. “Well? What exactly is the plan and where are these two?”

Kiba was looking at a set of blue prints and didn’t even look up when he answered. “Three, there are three. Jet, Dylan, and Jets brother Chris. All three of them we have to get out safely.”

Great, two was gonna be hard enough but three? That just makes things even more difficult.

Looking back he nodded but kept silent then crouching low he bolted from the bushes and toward the house Kiba right behind him.

Using the shadows to their advantage they quietly got into the house and past any thugs.

Once they were sure no one saw them they headed down and found a lone room with a new wooden door.

Making Kiba stand back Brandon kicked in the door and they both stepped in to find a boy curled on the bed.

Kiba rushed over to him and he stepped out of the room to give the two some privacy.

A few minutes later they both stepped out and looking at the two he just turned and started down the hall. Once they got to the top floor however they split up.

Walking down the hall slowly and carefully he froze when he heard a noise, looking around he listened till he found the room the sound was coming from and listening he slowly opened the door and stepping in froze.

As he stared the sound came again and he realized it was coming from the pregnant boy chained in place in the middle of the room…correction, the bleeding crying pregnant boy.

-- Edited by MPregWriter on Sunday 4th of December 2011 10:36:35 PM

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Date: Thu Sep 8 11:04 PM, 2011

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Chris heard a gasp and forcing his eyes open looked up and at the boy his age standing in the door way staring at him in shock, when their eyes connected the other boy must have realized he had made some sort of noise for he came into the room shutting the door behind him.

The boy came closer slowly till he was standing in front of Chris. “Is Tyler in here?”

Chris blinked and looked over at the door that led to the bathroom, the door that should have been shut but wasn’t.

Snapping his head back around he opened his mouth to shout a warning but was too late as Tyler came up behind the boy and bashed him over the head, the boy slumped to the ground with a slight cry.

Looking up at Tyler he glared at him but Tyler just laughed. “What’s wrong Chris? Thought he was gonna be your savior? No one can save you Chris, you’re mine and I’m about to prove that.”

Chris felt fresh tears come to his eyes as he watched helplessly as the boy was tossed onto the bed and left there.

Tyler came back over to him a second then went to the fire place and started doing something, but not much caring what he was doing he let his head fall forward but out of the corner of his eye Chris watched the boy on the bed, watched him breathe.

A few seconds later he knew Tyler was coming closer to him, and when he got closer something scorching hot was pressed to the side of his swollen abdomen.

Crying out at the pain he threw his head back as tears poured from his eyes and his skin under the hot object tightened.

Tyler pushed the object into him more and he felt the thing in him react to his distress and start kicking and moving furiously.

Brandon registered the cry of pain and he fought threw the fog and pain so he could help that person.

Blinking his eyes open he heard an even more pained and distressed cry that was followed by laughter.

“What’s wrong Chris? I told you I was going to make you completely mine. The fact that you’re carrying my child only makes you partly so, but with this brand you’re now all mine.”

“T…Tyler stop please, it hurts too much and…and you’re upsetting the baby.”

There was more laughter followed by a whimper and looking down he saw that Tyler was smiling as he pushed something into the boys bulging stomach, that’s when Brandon noticed all the movement from the boys belly.

Rolling off the bed Brandon quickly lunged at Tyler knocking him back and causing him to fall into a side table hitting his head and slumping to the ground.

Brandon turned and faced the boy who he noticed was hanging there slumped, his eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow, but it was the ugly looking burn that concerned him.

He sighed and made short work of the chains picking him up and holding him against his chest and walked out of the room. “I can tell you gonna be trouble for me…”

Sitting in the dark among the bushes Kiba waited for Brandon to come back.

Looking at his watch he glared at the house, what was taking him so long?

Looking back he saw him coming out carrying something, no, someone in his arms.

Standing he left Dylan and Jet in the bushes and went to see if he could help Brandon. “Brandon what happen? Are you alright?”

His friend nodded as he kept walking. “I’m fine but he’s not, Tyler branded him and he passed out…”

Looking at the person in his friends arms he saw that it was Chris, Jets brother, and from the looks of it his pregnant one.

Nodding he nodded toward the bushes. “Let’s get him and the other two to Vincent quickly.”

He saw Brandon nod and that’s when he noticed his friend looking at the boy in his arms with concern mixed with something else, and then he realized that in the short time he had left him, Brandon had gotten feelings for Chris.

Dylan looked over at Brandon who held Chris tight against his chest looking out the SUV window.

Looking back at Jet who sat in the far back they exchanged looks then looked forward at the up coming clinic.

Dylan got butterflies at the thought of finally holding his child and being with it and Kiba alone.

Vincent looked out the window as he rocked the wailing infant and saw Brandon’s SUV pull up to the curb and stop, but what surprised him was that the person that got out was Kiba and not Brandon, what was up with that?

He watched as Kiba opened the back door on his side and helped a pale looking Dylan out then reaching in leaned back and helped a not quite as pale pregnant Jet out.

Pregnant.

His eyes stayed on his lovers swollen belly as Kiba went to the other side of the SUV and opening the door and Brandon stepped out, that’s when his gaze went away from his lover to land on his friend.

Brandon was holding his lovers brother Chris in his arms but it was the fact that every so often he would glance down at Chris’s belly that amused him.

Smiling he looked down at the calmed and sleeping infant. “Looks like things are about to get a bit interesting little guy…”

Laying the baby in the play pen he went to the front doors just as all five boys walked in.

Vincent looked first at his lover smiling at him then he looked at Brandon. “Take him to the back room and wait there as I take a look at these two that way Dylan can go see his son.”

He saw that Brandon was about to argue but then at the slight whimper moan that came from the boy in his arms he just complied.

Vincent didn’t take as long as Brandon had thought he would and he was glad he hadn’t.

Brandon had been afraid to lay the boy down so he’s held him and every time the baby in him moved or kicked he’d feel it, but he was surprised that he didn’t mind.

Now as Vincent looked after him and fixed him up though he wondered the clinic stopping at the sound of cooing and looking to see Kiba holding Dylan who now wearing a gown held a happy little infant close to his chest and the bare showing nipple he was trying to give it.

He smiled to himself as Dylan gasped and blushed when the infant finally took his nipple and started to suck filling the room with soft suckling sounds.

The two proud parents kissed as their child fed happily.

Shaking his head and turning away he walked down the hall stopping at Jets room and looking in he saw him sleeping also in a gown and he was freshly washed.

Sighing he continued down the hall and stopped at the reception desk, taking a pen and note pad he scribbled a note for Vincent and then turning he headed for the door.

“You’re leaving?”

Stopping and turning he came face to face with Vincent holding the note he’d written and looking at him.

“Yeah, I got stuff to do. I’m sure he’ll be fine and he sure doesn’t need me.”

With that he turned and left intending never to look back.

Chris heard the click of the door to the room he was in but didn’t think much of it.

His hand rested on hid belly, rubbing it softly as the baby kicked and moved.

His belly was bare as he laid there trying to sleep but his mind refused to shut down, then he felt a finger rub his popped out belly button.

Gasping his eyes flew open and he looked up to see Tyler standing over him grinning and smirking at him as he pushed on his belly button popping it back in briefly and causing him pain.

“I told you Chris, you belong to me, and nothing is gonna change that.”

Chris stared at him in horror and his body started shaking as Tyler reached down and grabbing his arm yanked him up and out the door.

Brandon groaned as he heard his cell ring.

Ignoring it he turned over and went back to sleep, or would have if his cell wouldn’t have started up again…

Rolling over and grabbing his cell he flipped it open and held it to his ear. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Brandon…its Kiba. Brandon Chris is gone.”

Eyes flying fully open Brandon sat up in bed and flicked on the light. “Kiba what do you mean?”

“Jet and Vincent went upstairs to the apartment and me and Dylan stayed down stairs to keep an eye on Chris but well…Tyler got in and got him.”

Brandon was hanging up and throwing on some clothes and running out the door before Kiba could say another word.

Chris pulled at the bindings keeping him tied to the bed rails and keeping him in place.

How had he gotten in this situation?

Didn’t really matter how just that he was…

Shifting he tried to relieve some of the pain in his lower back, but it didn’t really help.

Rolling onto his side he curled up as best he could, then he heard the door and he stiffened.

A hand touched his hip a moment before he felt breathe stir the hair at his nape. “It’s alright Chris, I’ll get you out of here I promise, and then I’ll protect you.”

Recognizing the voice Chris turned over and looked into the blue eyes of Brandon and he knew he shouldn’t be as happy as he was.

Brandon freed his wrists then helping him up he led him to the door, stopping and listening then gripping his hand he pulled him out and down the hall.

Chris followed as fast as he could but his back was killing him.

Stopping he pulled Brandon to a halt as his stomach cramped and he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath.

Brandon looked back at him with concern written on his face. “Chris are you alright?”

Breathing threw the pain he straightened and nodded. “Yeah, just a few false labor pains I’m fine…”

He nodded and turning back around pulled Chris after him down the back stairs and into the kitchen.

Voices came from both exits so Brandon pulled him into the an open doorway and shutting and locking the door pulled him down into a wine cellar just as his water broke slashing between his legs.

“Ah.” Falling to his knees Chris wrapped his arms around his bulging belly as his abdomen cramped again and he leaned forward.

Brandon knelt down and paced a hand to Chris’s back as his body shook and he saw the muscles in his belly clenching.

God this couldn’t be happening, Chris couldn’t be going into labor now…he’s only 7 months.

Brandon watched as Chris’s body relaxed and he helped him stand wrapping his arm around his waist and looking around for and exit and seeing two wooden double doors.

Walking slowly over he released Chris and pushed open the doors then reached back and lifting him carried him out.

Running before the next contraction could come he ran to his SUV and set Chris in the back then went to the driver’s side and getting in hit the gas.

There was only one place that Brandon could take Chris to have his baby safely.

Chris leaned back against the headboard of Brandon’s bed as another contraction hit him.

Baring down and gritting his teeth he pushed as Brandon came back into the room with towels, scissors, and water and a wash cloth.

“Ah! Damn it, god it hurts so bad…”

Brandon silently sat the items down then sat between his legs, he placed a hand on top of his belly and rubbed slow soothing circles as he concentrated on the contraction.

“8 meters…Vincent said you needed to be 10.”

3 more to go…

Panting he felt sweat on his forehead as he relaxed the best he could.

Glancing down he saw Brandon looking at him and watching him with interest.

It took what seemed like hours but was really only one to get to 10 meters and that’s when the major contraction came.

Baring down he dug in his heels as he pushed groaning and grunting.

When he felt the head crown he screamed in pain when he felt his hole tearing, then he felt Brandon’s fingers stretching him trying to make it easier for him.

For him the head was the worst the shoulders and the rest of the infant just slipped free from him after that.

Brandon caught the screaming thing in his hands and cutting its cord he turned and started cleaning it as Chris pushed again and expelled the after birth panting.

Brandon cleaned the squealing little girl and smiled at her blue eyes as she opened them and blinked up at him.

Wrapping her in a blanket he turned and looked at Chris who leaned against the headboard exhausted.

“Chris…”

Opening his eyes at his name their eyes locked. “It’s a girl.”

Brandon watched as Chris’s body relaxed even more.

Leaning forward he handed the infant to its mother and watched as Chris brought the baby girl to his chest and the nipple awaiting it.

The baby’s mouth latched onto him and he gasped as she started suckling greedily.

He watched in amazement and that’s when he realized that he had feelings for Chris and his daughter, that he wanted to protect them and that he wanted to see Chris’s belly rounded with his child not Tyler’s.

Watching them he made up his mind that he wanted to make this his family.

Vincent smiled as he looked out the window.

Both his friends Kiba and Brandon had taken their loves and their children and fled the city, but Vincent couldn’t leave, not yet anyway.

It had surprised them all even Chris when Brandon had confessed his love to him, but everyone was overjoyed when Chris said that he felt the same way and that he loved Brandon very deeply.

But for now he couldn’t join his friends though, no his love was too pregnant and was due any day now.

Turning Vincent heard a sound from down stairs and smiling to himself went to greet his lover.

But what he found had his blood freezing in his veins. Jet was lying on the floor panting and clutching his overly swollen belly as Tyler stood over him.

Tyler looked up and smiled. “Well long time no see Vincent.”

Not saying anything he watched as Tyler walked away from his lover and toward him.

“What do you want Tyler?”

The man smiled and tilted his head as if he was in thought then he looked back at him. “My child…Tell me where Chris is and I’ll leave and let you and your lover alone.”

He was lying. And Vincent knew he was.

Standing his ground he shook his head glaring at Tyler.

Threw the pain in his belly Jet heard the sound of someone falling and crashing into a side table.

The curse he heard confirmed that it had been Vincent who had gotten hit, but right then another contraction hit him this one stronger and worse than all the others.

Clutching his belly more he folded in on himself. “Ah! V-Vincent!”

Hearing the sounds of a struggle Jet knew that Vincent wasn’t coming to help him anytime soon…

Then he felt a hand grip his shoulder.

Jerking up and looking he met the eyes of his brother and he knew his own eyes widened.

Chris? What the hell was he doing here?

Hearing a grunt from behind him they both looked to see Vincent on the ground and Tyler standing over him and glaring at a non pregnant Chris.

He stalked toward them and grabbed Chris by the hair. “You stupid bitch! What did you do? Well it doesn’t matter because I’m going to make you pregnant again….”

“The hell you are!”

Turning at the angry voice Jet saw Brandon rush forward and making him release his lover he slammed Tyler to the ground and started in on him.

But Jet didn’t see the rest before another contraction hit then Vincent was there and he and Chris were helping him upstairs.

Vincent was glad when Brandon came up a few minutes later and announced that Tyler would never bug them again.

But then his focus went back to his love as Brandon joined Chris and held him close.

Looking at Jet Vincent smiled as he pushed again and Vincent saw the head appear.

Having some trouble with the shoulders he helped his love then cleaned the whimpering infant as jet pushed again and expelled the after birth.

Vincent smiled and brought the baby over to Jet placing it in his arms. “It’s a little boy.”

Jet smiled and leaned down kissing their son’s forehead.

Smiling he looked at Brandon and Chris and he knew why they were there, to help them move and be farther away from any danger.

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