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"Oh. Gabriel dropped me off," he answered, walking slowly towards the check out counters. "We took a flight." They could have asked to use a jet, but it wasn't a big deal to them. "Oh! Yes. Micha will need admission papers, yeah?" He smiled at the man. He liked him. He'd always liked Incubus, even if they hadn't known each other very well when he attended Atlantis. He blushed brightly at the mention of the other store and shook his head, still very shy about sex unless with his husband.

Running up, Acheron jumped on Incubus' back, wrapping his arms around the male's neck and his legs around his waist. "I want ice cream," he announced happily. "Maybe I can eat it off of you?" he asked in a whisper.
 
Incubus grinned and boosted the other up and onto his back a little more before he turned to Sergei and grinned. "perfect! If the kid's there, then when we get back, we can meet up. I'll let Acheron go and set up the room and Ben should be done with setting up everything." He giggled. "I love shapeshifters." He sighed, shaking his head then setting his pile of things onto the counter for the woman to check out. He then turned to Acheron. "You can buy ice cream later. I wanna gooo." He whined and bounced some more. "I wanna put the pillows on my new bed! Don't deny me my bed fun!"
 
He nodded and thanked Incubus. "I'll be sure to send Micha to your office when we get settled." Besides, his brother would like the chance to take a day or two off. And learning English would be harder for him than for Sergei. Sergei knew the language once. Micha was centuries old by now, and had never spoken anything other than Russian. "A tutor? For Micha's language, I mean? You will, yes?"

Acheron giggled and nuzzled his mate's neck, nipping softly at the flesh there. "And you told me to stop being naughty!" The teen laughed again. "How about you go put pillows on the bed and I'll go smuggle ice cream out of the kitchens?"
 
Incubus looked over at Sergei and he smiled warmly, nodding a few times. "Of course. I will gladly do it! As long as he doesn't mind Acheron sitting in the corner like a dork." He figured the boy would not want to be separated from him. Though maybe it would get better now that they had had sex. He did not know. He shrugged and took the bags to the car, turning to Acheron, smiling more. "I have to help Sergei's brother first. So why don't you do the pillows and the ice cream. I just have paperwork to do." He stated and leaned up to kiss his neck. "i'll make the wait worth your while" he whispered, glad that Sergei was not fresh up on his English.
 
Sergei could guess what the conversation was about and blushed a little, looking away to finish paying for the purchases. The Russian man smiled at the cashier and paid, and then left the store, waving to Incubus and Acheron, to meet his husband and brother outside.

Groaning, he leaned up and kissed Incubus, arms wrapping around the man's middle. "Such a tease," he muttered, nipping his bottom lip playfully. Acheron kissed his mate once more before agreeing, helping the man to the car with their purchases. He carried them into his room, waving at a few of his classmates who were coming down the hallway towards him and was grateful for the door that connected their rooms. The teen set to work making the bed, though he tossed the pillows onto the chair for the time being. He ducked out and grabbed ice cream from the kitchen before returning and stripping completely, laying out across the bed to wait for the headmaster.
 
Incubus smiled and happily watched the other walk off before he went into his office. Setting everything up at a speed he had not realized he was capable of. Quickly printing off the papers and making everything set, he took them and greeted Sergei, Micha, and Gabriel "Hey lovely Russians! HERE!" He set them into their hands. "Sign there. There's a sheet for room numbers available for Micha. When it's done, shove it under my door and I'll finish it um... Later!" He kissed their cheeks before rushing off down the hall, giggling like a school girl.

Skidding to a stop in front of his door, he smiled more as he opened it and slowly stepped through, quickly locking the door behind him. "Ah. I love what you've done with the place." He said while walking toward the bed, already pulling off his shirt. "Especially this accessory." He purred, leaning over to kiss his chest.
 
Both Sergei and Micha raised an eyebrow to the headmaster, looking to Gabriel for clarification. Micha shrugged, though, and took the papers to fill out. He had his powers down, but with his lack of English skills, teaching was out of the question so he figured he'd take some music and art and writing courses to keep busy. Though one look at the forms and he realized that he had no idea how to read them. Turning, he handed them to Gabriel. "Uh...translation help?" he asked, smiling.

He chuckled a little, reaching out to run his hands over Incubus' bared flesh. Acheron rubbed his thumbs over his mate's nipples until they were hard, teasing. "I had you in mind when I decided on this design," he answered, leaning up for a kiss.
 
Gabriel took the papers and he smiled warmly. "Let's go sit down and fill them out. I don't really think they'll be back any time soon." He laughed a little and led the two back to their room. He sat down beside Micha, translating what everything said and saying how they could have him in basic classes while getting English lessons and once he had enough, he could begin doing other classes if he wanted.
 
Laughing, Sergei agreed and followed his love and his brother into their room. Kissing Gabriel as they entered, the redhead moved into the bedroom to set everything that he had bought in its right place. He would get his husband to re-teach him English later. He'd done his time at school and wasn't interested in the forms for Micha; his brother would tell him what classes he'd picked and what room.
 
A couple weeks passed and Incubus happily went though the halls and groaned. He moved into his room, falling onto the bed with a groan. "So comfoy" he murmured, nuzzling the pillows a few times and rolling around before he straightened up. "Acheron?" he asked, looking aroun then looking at the door, trying to see if he would answer.
 
Acheron groaned as he heard the door to the room open. He knew that something was wrong, but couldn't imagine what it could be. Flushing the toilet after emptying his stomach, the teen dragged himself into the room. "I'm sick," he whined, collapsing onto the bed. "Have been for a week... But this is only my fourth time puking." He reached up and poked Incubus in the cheek. "Take care of me."
 
Incubus looked over at the other, arching a brow. "Great. Now you'll get me sick." He shook his head a little, leaning over to kiss his head softly. He trailed his fingers through the other's hair with a gentle sigh. "We should go to the infirmary." He stated, holding him a little more. He kissed the top of his head and sighed.
 
Acheron whined once more. He didn't want to be sick, of course, but he really hated being sick. "Carry me?" he asked pathetically, looking at Incubus and batting his eyelashes at him. "Because you love me? Please?" The teen flopped forward on the bed, closing his eyes. "No. No I just want to sleep instead. Yeah." He yawned and drifted off.
 
He sighed softly. "Fine fine." He kissed his cheek lightly. "Then when you get up, we'll go." He wrapped his arms around him tighter, nuzzling into his neck a few times. He closed his eyes, sinking into him and hugging him tighter. He did not like that he was sick. He wanted him to get better.
 
They did go to the infirmary after he woke up, but she could find nothing wrong with him. It wasn't a cold or the flu or strep or anything else that the nurse had tested for. Acheron whimpered a little, not liking that almost as much as he didn't like being sick. "How long have you felt bad?" the man asked him, making notes. Acheron answered about a week and the man nodded. "Come back in another week. We'll do a pregnancy test. That's all that's left but it seems too soon for a test."

"P-pregnancy test?" Acheron looked to Incubus, eyes wide with fear and worry.
 
Incubus blinked a few times. He stared at the nurse before looking over at his love. He looked him over a few times then turned back to the man in front of them. "Pregnant? You... You think he could be pregnant?" he asked, completely and utterly shocked. He never thought that that would happen. At least not any time soon. It did not have to happen, did it? There was no reason-- okay. There was a reason! But why did it have to do it.
 
Acheron whined a little bit and curled into a ball, closing his eyes. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. He didn't want kids! At least, not at fifteen. Maybe at thirty. Or thirty-five. But not now! Even if he did love Incubus more than life itself! "Dad's gonna kill me," he moaned, not really believing it but still feeling dread over having to tell his parents all the same.

The nurse shook his head. "We don't know that you are," he emphasized. "I only suspect. We'll see in a week."
 
"Okay." Incubus smiled and ruffled his hair lightly. "Relax, hon." He kissed his cheek then stood to tug him up, arm looping around his hips. "Let's get going." He began to lead him toward their bedroom Well, joined rooms. He kissed his head and smiled some more. "I adore you. Well, I love you, but shh. Keep that on the down low." He laughed, kissing his cheek once more.
 
The next week was hell. Not only was Acheron still sick a couple of times a day, but now he was worried about being pregnant and the consequences of that. He dragged himself to class most mornings, though, because he didn't want to get behind and because class was a good distraction to the pregnancy thoughts. He outright refused to go to health class, though and instead buried himself in their large bed to be pathetic and throw himself a nice pity party.
 
Poking the other's cheek. Incubus sat down and handed the other the test Jupiter or someone made up to test male pregnancy. Not peeing on a stick, but pricking one's finger. "Here. Poke it." he smiled and kissed his cheek gently. "If you're pregnant, you can have nine months of private tutoring, all right? You won't even have to get out of bed..."
 
"Four and a half," he whined, knowing that if he aged quickly so would whatever was in his stomach. "And poking is what got us in this situation to begin with." He poked his tongue out at Incubus but pricked his finger with a little wince of pain. "Only Jupiter would invent a pregnancy test that was painful. Dumbass God..." He curled into his mate's side and closed his eyes, not really wanting to know that he was pregnant.
 
He sighed softly, arm looping around his shoulders and he pulled him against his side. Kissing his head, his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into him a little more, nuzzling him a few times. "I love you, Acheron. I love you no matter what." He did not really want him to be pregnant. HE would be very happy if he did, but he would also be happy if he was not. He was only fifteen. Only been on this earth for five years. He really did not want to knock up a kid that young!
 
He nodded, hugging Incubus around his waist while burying his head into the man's neck. He was scared, mostly. At only fifteen he knew that there was no way he'd be able to be a good parent to a dog let alone another human being....alien...whatever. "Just...get it over with, okay?" he asked, wishing that everything would just go back to normal. "And if it's positive you have to tell mom and dad."
 
"Yes yes yes." he laughed lightly, shaking his head a few times before he kissed his cheek softly. He held him, his hand sliding down his side to link with his, holding him tightly. He then relaxed, smiling warmly. "Negative." he whispered and kissed his cheek. "You must just be sick or something." He offered, shrugging his shoulders a little more. "It'll be all right, see? But now you don't get special tutoring.'
 
Relief flooded through Acheron as he hugged Incubus more tightly and gave a huge sigh. "Thank god... But... I want private tutoring," he whined softly, pressing a line of kisses along his mate's jaw and cheek. "I'm sick...remember?" he asked, smiling a little as it all sank in. He wasn't pregnant. They didn't have to tell his parents. He would get to be a kid and a teenager for longer. "Love you."
 
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