Genesis

Pestilence is copyrighted to Sallie Drazzi

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Jenii kept an eye on Chance, as he had been for the last several days. The little Kouryou, with those strange but strong powers, had been promising that very soon Jenii and Pestilence could conceive their own child.

Chance had exhausted those powers in creating a female system within Pestilence to house the baby. Jenii had also been told to let his seed build up over a few days, Chance no doubt working to strengthen them as well. Soon the egg would be in the proper position, Jenii’s weak seed strengthened, and they’d be able to conceive – hopefully.

Jenii had faith in Chance in many things, but creating a baby was vastly different. Jenii had never succeeded in all his years of trying with women, and now here with a male? It seemed even less likely.

But still he waited, curled around Pestilence, glancing at Chance now and again, but mostly lost to his thoughts. Surely this wouldn’t work, there was no point getting their hopes up. All of Chance’s trying couldn’t possibly overcome all the obstacles. He was most concerned with just finally being able to make love to his Pestilence after days of severe wanting.

Then again, there was that small chance, wasn’t there?

Jenii sighed softly, nuzzling against Pesti’s neck, caressing his lips against the skin there. Pestilence squirmed a little, giving Jenii a playful swat. The demon wasn’t attempting to turn Pestilence on, really he hadn’t been, but the warning was there, so he had to stop.

Chance slouched and tumbled over where fa’i was sitting, looking exhausted. Jenii watched as Calm scooped the toddler up and transferred some of his own energy into fa’i. It was a known practice by now.

“Spot!” the little pink-haired Kou suddenly exclaimed.

“What about spot, Chancey?” Damael asked softly.

“Spot… spot…” Chance mumbled.

“Dommo, Chancey?” Calm tried Rumanji.

Chance drifted in and out of awareness, “Ce-Volo…”

“Hm?” Pestilence sat up a little at the mention of his name.

“Ce-Volo dommo d’kah?” Calm was starting to drift as well from the energy drain.

“Lovelove pway… Pestee spot,” Chance mumbled.

Calm saluted in the vague direction of Jenii and Pestilence, “Go hump.”

Damael blushed slightly, snuggling up against his spacey Calm, “My idiots. You two have fun baby making.”

“Would have thought with those orders would have been bum-rushed by now considering last few days,” Pestilence nuzzled and nudged at Jenii.

“Ehnn… sorry?” Jenii found himself only burrowing closer to Pesti, the previous whirlwind of thoughts now a furious storm.

Pestilence just smiled and attempted to wiggle loose, “Come on my Shadow, go for a walk?”

Jenii pushed himself up obediently. Even phrased as a question, it had been a command to him. He tugged Pesti to his feet and held him there to keep him from falling. The little Force cuddled against his arm.

Pesti waited until they were in the hallway to speak, “Little nervous now is crunch time, hm?”

“Ehnn... that... cold feet thing again, maybe?” Jenii referred to the day of their wedding. That had been one of the most nerve-wracking days of his life. This day was threatening to top it.

“Mhmmm, is okay,” the blonde kissed Jenii’s arm near where his head rested.

“Hn, no it is not okay.”

“No?” Pestilence blinked that pretty amethyst eye.

“No. Should not be nervous about something I've done many times before.”

“Maybe not, but this time are trying to make a baby. Aren't nervous about that? I am.”

“Tried to do that before as well, just not with you.”

“Forget those times, because this is different,” Pestilence idly caressed at Jenii’s muscled arm.

“Rather difficult to forget,” Jenii admitted rather sourly.

He’d been trying to forget for a very long time now and it was one of those rare things that didn’t occasionally get forgotten. It was always there, nagging at him. Every time he paid attention to someone else’s child, every time someone mentioned this process of making their own child, even completely random things were reminders.

“With me, this time is not going to be like those times at all,” Pesti asserted, hugging Jenii’s arm tighter.

“It isn't? Well... no woman,” Jenii cleared his throat softly.

“No, no horrible women you don't care for,” the Force lingered in their doorway and pressed himself against Jenii’s front, “Just me. And don't I please you my Shadow?” he stood up on his tiptoes to nuzzle his husband.

Jenii was forced out of his thoughts, “Ehn... yes... please me very much.” The more he looked at that fluffy mass of golden hair the less he could resist running his fingers through it.

Pestilence reached up to tug Jenii's head down a little, caressing over his lips with his own, “Want to please you my Shadow. Want to give you more pleasure than have ever had before, and then afterwards want to give you baby have always wanted.”

Jenii gathered up that ball of tension and tried to sigh some of it away, “Want...” he struggled to hold onto the words, but lost them, “Yes.”

“Yes, my love?”

Jenii shook his head a little, as if that would force the words, trying hard to conjure them up, “Want... this to happen.”

Pesti ran his fingers through Jenii’s hair, trying to soothe his tense demon, “Will happen my love, promise you will do everything in my power to help it happen.”

“How else is it... not like those times before?” Jenii sighed away a little more tenseness, that attention to his hair always worked.

“Because I love you. Love you more than I love anyone else in the entire Eighty Realms, and will only love you more tomorrow.”

Jenii put his head down a little more, subconsciously submitting to Pestilence, “And... I love you…”

“Know you do,” the blonde nuzzled, kissing Jenii softly, “Love you for you, Jenii.. not for what’s in your pants or if can give me a baby or not. Will always love you, always need you.”

Jenii attempted to smirk, failing, but it had been a good attempt, “But you like it if I'm in this shirt more than another shirt.”

“Prefer you in no shirts at all,” Pestilence’s voice dropped to a honey-lined husk, running his hands up under the shirt and over those rippled abdominal muscles laying beneath that scarred skin.

“Hmm...” the demon let his eyes slide shut at that nice sensation, letting it overpower remaining worried thoughts. “Shirt off would be very nice, shall I?”

Pestilence smiled coyly, “Please.”

Jenii slowly lifted his shirt up over his head, the tight material clinging to the contours of his form, true enough, but he moved even slower than that. He attempted to be sexy, for his Pestilence, teasing him.

Pesti watched intently, that purple eye tracing over every curve of muscle, every scar as it was revealed, “Mmm, yes I know you’re hot, bitch.”

Jenii smirked and dropped the shirt on Pesti's head, slipping away into the mess that constituted their room. He crouched on the fallen wardrobe.

The force giggled and shook the shirt away, “Now what's that mean? My turn to take shirt off?”

“Nhnn,” Jenii settled his bulk down onto the wardrobe, perching there, watching intently.

“Fine then, shirt first,” Pestilence drew the shirt up over his head just as slowly as Jenii had done. However, the slender Force had a talent for stretching and arching his body to show off every lovely asset. The meager light in the room caught on the contours of the dark skin, highlighting them ethereally. He dropped it, tilting his hips enticingly, showing off his body that was poured into those tiny shorts, “And pants?”

Jenii couldn’t help but purr at that sight, “And pants, please... rarrr.” However he closed his eyes, sight was so easily overwhelmed, he preferred the more subtle senses to hit first, as they had when he’d first met Pestilence.

Pesti giggled softly. He turned and closed the door, leaning there with his back to Jenii. He wriggled off his hot pants half-inch by half-inch, swaying his hips in time to an unheard melody. The Shadow growled softly, incensed by that alluring scent, slitting his eyes open. That was an exceptionally nice, hypnotizing view.

The blonde straightened up slightly, looking over his shoulder with a coy expression, “And now?”

“I think it's your turn to order me... hmm... beautiful…”

“Hmm.. okay,” Pestilence seemed to think about this, sauntering in his usual hip-rolling way past Jenii, just far enough away they didn’t brush one another. He stretched out on the bed on his stomach, “Hmmm... pants off, please.”

Jenii had been watching so intently every movement that he needed a moment to recover from that daze. He prowled up and over to the bed, standing there, pushing down his own pants in the same slow and teasing manner that had ruled their actions thus far.

“Mmm... my sexy demon,” Pesti seemed quite pleased with the show.

Jenii kicked the pants away at last, standing there awaiting orders, “All yours, sir.”

“All mine?” those dark fingers reached out to trace over Jenii's stomach, hips, and thighs, “To do what I want to?”

Jenii tensed those muscles just slightly as they were touched, as if by electricity, “Nhnnn, all yours, whatever you want.”

“Hmm… will have to think...”

The Force kneeled, pushing himself up enough to wrap his arms around Jenii's neck. He tugged the demon down so their lips could meld together, a kiss fused by loving, adoring and needing. Jenii wrapped his arms around Pestilence, letting his mate have control of kiss, mostly because he was still tense and hesitant, but he tried to express some loving in return.

Pesti kept up the kiss until he had to breathe, nipping at Jenii's lower lip tenderly. Then his attentions wandered elsewhere, drawing his tongue along a chest scar, drifting down to Jenii’s nipple for a gentle suck. Jenii growled softly at that pleasure whispering through his body. Pestilence licked at that nub of flesh, breathing cool air over the wetted area.

“Mmn... know now... lie down?” Pestilence requested.

“Yes sir,” the demon slipped around Pesti to slide down onto the bed, settling on his back.

Pestilence smiled and stretched out alongside Jenii, resting his head on his hip. His dark hand drifted over the broad and deep scar on Jenii’s thigh. That touched was sometimes light, sometimes firmer, always feeling very good. “Want to please my Shadow more than anyone else has.”

“Nhn... know you do,” Jenii found that, one again, he couldn’t resist petting that fluffy, soft mass of hair.

“Want my Shadow to forget there was ever anyone else, want it to feel like the only time, the first time...” Pesti’s hot little tongue licked along Jenii’s rippled stomach, flickering just teasingly into the hollow of navel.

Jenii couldn’t help but smile, squirming a little, “Don't do that...” he cleared his throat to remove that building laugh, “Right, never anyone else, only you.”

Pestilence looked up, “But... not because told you that wanted you to feel that way... because actually made you feel that way.” He then returned to attending to every line of muscle, alternating his lips, teeth and tongue, with one more teasing dart of tongue into Jenii’s navel.

“Stop... that tickles… you little imp,” Jenii squirmed, setting his mouth in a firm line, not being a man who liked to admit he had a ticklish spot.

“I know,” Pesti chimed, smiling prettily. As if in apology he slid his fingers slowly and firmly over that deep thigh scar.

Jenii thudded his head back against the pillow and purred, “Hmm... just need to relax... not think…” Those intensely pleasurable touches were quite helpful in keeping those creeping worries at bay.

“Just focus on what I'm doing... what you feel me doing…” the little Force licked and breathed hotly over Jenii’s hip.

The Shadow closed his eyes and focused on that, taking deep breaths, focusing on those sensations. They were very nice sensations, so it wasn’t that difficult to clear his mind of thoughts. Pestilence had caught some skin between his lips to suck firmly, his little hand slipping to the back of Jenii’s knee. His fingers worked against that smooth skin, just barely at first and then building up as his mouth moved down toward the thigh scar he’d abandoned.

Jenii gasped and shuddered at that play on that peculiar hotspot behind his knee, and then again as Pesti’s hot tongue was drug along the entire length of that sensitive scar. He couldn’t contain that building moan, arching up. He blindly sought out Pesti’s soft cheek, tracing the contour around the eye socket with his thumb.

Pestilence murmured a pleased sound, tilting his head into that attention until his whole body was shivering. Then he tilted his head and caught one of Jenii’s fingers in his mouth, sucking firmly, causing Jenii to purr. Jenii ran his free fingers over those soft lips, trying to pull his hand away reluctantly, wanting Pesti to follow. Pestilence scraped his teeth lightly, giving Jenii a little thrill, following the hand obediently. He made a clumsy attempt of trying to prowl sexily up to eye-level with Jenii.

“Rarr, mine,” Jenii leaned up to nip at those lips, draping his arms around Pestilence, scraping his nails just barely over that dark expanse of sensitive back, “My sexy mate.”

The blonde shivered and murmured a little wordless sound, “Yours... only yours.” He caught and sucked at Jenii’s bottom lip, “My Shadow.”

Jenii dug his nails in a little firmer, “Nhnn, only yours…”

Pesti arched his back up into the touches as Jenii switched to a firm rubbing, losing what he was doing for a moment. He gathered his senses and traced his lips across Jenii’s jaw, licking at that long cheek scar.

Jenii diverted his other hand down over Pesti’s hip, squeezing at the strong, sexy thigh, “I'm sorry, didn't receive any orders I could touch you.”

“Don't want to order you... don't want you to order me... just want to be with you,” the immortal blinked prettily, sliding his hands over Jenii’s stomach, fingering each and every contour.

Jenii shifted into the touches, “Good... was doing that anyway,” he murmured honestly. He’d put out of his mind the entire notion of conception. This was nothing more than making love to his Pestilence, as he’d done before. He rubbed more toward the center, between the shoulder-blades and down Pesti’s spine.

The Force gasped little sounds, sliding his fingernails lightly along Jenii's ribcage, “Good... am just... aching for you...” Pesti trailed off as his other hand had found Jenii’s sex, concentrating on trailing touches over it.

Jenii shivered with a nice thrill, “Love it when you say things like that…” his words dissolved into a growl as he arched his hips up.

Pestilence teased Jenii a moment longer with that lighter touch, then firmed up the attention to a slowly building stroke, “Say it because mean it... been so hard to be without you... desperately need you to take me... to possess me in ways no other man can…”

The Shadow let his head fall back, just relaxing and feeling again, letting these feelings run all through him, the thrills of those words, “Are mine... mine to possess... only mine... my mate.”

Pesti sucked at Jenii’s neck, breath hot and quickening when he pulled back a little, “Only yours... always been yours, always will be...” the Force tilted his head up slightly, sucking at the incomplete earlobe, tracing his tongue along the scarred area.

Jenii shuddered and bucked his hips up hard, unable to control the reaction as thrills shot down his spine. Growls melded into purrs and then back again as the attentions shifted. He had to consciously force his nails not to dig into Pesti’s back, returning to rubbing.

His lover’s hard sex was laying against his stomach, Pestilence stroking it slightly there against the ripples of abdominal muscles, “Love knowing... please you like this...” he drug his tongue along that path again.

The demon had to wait a moment for those shudders to die down again. Then he trailed his hand teasingly over and around that sensitive eye socket, just a light touch, but it was enough to enslave Pestilence and get him to tilt his face into it. That hazy amethyst eye slid shut as the Force murmured softly.

Jenii slit his eyes open and smiled at that pretty sight. He caressed down over Pesti’s cheek, then back up around eye socket again, then downward again, but this time to trace over those lips. By that time Pesti had recovered a little, tracing his tongue down a finger to Jenii’s palm and the scar there, eliciting another long purr. Jenii moved his hand away and swiftly moved his mouth to replace it, kissing lovingly, but with a heavy portion of lust. Pestilence moaned softly against Jenii's lips, pressing closer and returning the affections. He slid one of his hands behind Jenii's head, tangling fingers in his hair.

Jenii dusted his fingers over Pesti's cheek and around eye socket once more, whispering against his lips, “Need you... my mate…”

A shiver ran through Pestilence’s whole body, the Force taking a moment to find words, “So... take me, please.”

The Shadow smiled and offered another little kiss, brushing fingers over Pesti's lips again when he pulled away. He couldn’t help but purr, “Ooh I plan to... fill up into you, possess you... completely.”

Pestilence uttered a little needing noise, catching those fingers with his lips and slowly drawing them into his mouth, sucking softly. Jenii rumbled a deeper, profoundly more pleased purr. He watched that for as long as he could before tearing fingers away and kissing again. He devoured that hot little mouth while he set his fingers to work. The slickened digits pushed into Pestilence as slowly as Jenii had patience for.

The hot little Force readily responded to the kiss, a very definite amount of lust and need. He rocked his hips back against the invasion, trying to speed Jenii’s rhythm. Jenii, however, was keeping it as slow as was necessary to prepare the way properly, drawing back when Pesti tried to add that little bit. He didn’t want to hurt his Pestilence, even if his need had flared up out of nowhere.

Jenii panted hotly against Pestilence's lips, “Love... ehn…” he grunted in distress, suddenly unable to wait any longer, pushed over some edge into intense needing, withdrawing his fingers.

Pestilence whimpered and tried to slide himself back a little to prevent that withdrawal, “Love you… need you...” he moaned.

“Nhnn... need you too, beautiful,” he gripped Pesti's hips and held him there securely, arching up, carefully nudging against those last resistances.

Pesti obediently stayed still, although that had to be difficult for him. He gasped little pleasured sounds, sliding his eye shut. Jenii growl-purred as he slid in to the hilt, relishing every gasp and moan he caused Pestilence to utter.

Jenii massaged down along Pesti's thighs, drawing them forward and holding them there. He sat himself up with Pestilence there spanning his lap. The angle caused him to hit up just a little higher inside Pestilence, causing the force to cry out and shudder, nearly coming right then.

The Force fought to catch his breath and calm himself, “Ahnn... Jenii...” he nuzzled against his husband’s neck, trying to pace his breaths while licking over Jenii’s pulse.

Lustful growls rose up from Jenii as he slide his arms around to cradle Pesti's back, “Gods... when you say my name like that.”

The demon licked affectionately at Pesti's cheek and up around eyesocket. Pestilence’s hands were giving just a little encouraging pressure, despite the fact he seemed to be almost resting, settling himself. Jenii was content enough to stay there just a little longer, but eventually he had to shift his hips just a little, affectionate licks becoming tender nibbles.

Pestilence shuddered strongly and tilted his face so his panting lips were against Jenii's mouth instead, “Too good... can't...”

Jenii had started thrusting in earnest now, and he couldn’t stop here, he needed too badly. He nipped at those lips, nudging at Pesti's cheek, tilting his head away and baring his neck, “Bite,” he growled with an almost begging tone as he increased the pace of the thrusts steadily.

Pesti obeyed, ducking his head back where it had been, biting just barely hard enough to break the skin. Jenii growled loudly, shuddering with his next hard thrust, pushed right to the edge. He withdrew from the burning passage of his little husband, slowly, almost the entirely. His hand slid up Pesti’s back and buried itself in soft, golden hair, encouraging the bite. Again the Force obeyed, trying to bite harder, sucking firmly, arching his hips in expectation and begging for the next thrust.

The thrust that came was hard and deep, releasing scalding fluid high up inside Pestilence as Jenii roared an almost victorious sound. Jenii was shivering all around and inside his husband as Pestilence shuddered and tightened, threatening to come.

Jenii crashed his mouth down to the juncture of Pesti’s neck and shoulder, biting hard. Pestilence had barely needed that sort of push to collapse into his own hard orgasm, the powerful shockwave shaking the already hopelessly mangled room nearly as hard as Pesti’s own body. They clung to each other, staying wrapped together for as long as they could.

Eventually Jenii just couldn’t handle sitting up any longer, thudding back to the bed and holding Pesti tightly against him, purring and nuzzling and licking. Pestilence laid there taking deep breaths for a long moment, then shakily sought out Jenii’s hand to hold.

The Shadow squeezed that little dark hand in his much larger one. He tugged their joined hands to his mouth for a kiss on the knuckles, then left it to seek out those soft lips.

“Ke rensai dek,” Jenii murmured against Pesti’s mouth.

Pesti smiled happily, making a soft, delighted sound, “Di kolm ta,” he kissed Jenii softly.

Jenii let the kiss linger, then nipped at those lips. He toppled Pesti over, curling atop him and closing his eyes, “Raaarrr mine.”

Pestilence giggled softly, nuzzling, “Mine... not like... other times, hm?”

“What other times?” the demon purred, “Was as perfect as any other time with you.”

“Good,” Pesti ran his fingers through Jenii’s hair, encouraging the purrs to grow, smiling at Jenii murmuring little near-words. He squeezed Jenii’s hand a little tighter, “My Shadow, my love... sleep now hm?”

"Hmmm... little nap... dream of you... beautiful mate," Jenii mumbled, squeezing Pesti’s hand in return.

"Of me, or of our baby?" Pestilence giggled

Jenii licked a little at Pesti's neck, he just couldn’t resist the flavour of that skin, "Of you... beautiful you... up to her wants to show up."

"Mmn... know, I feel beautiful when you say it. Rest, my love," Pesti encouraged, nuzzling Jenii lovingly.

"Just... little nap," Jenii insisted again, purrs fading out to nothing as he tumbled down into a contented sleep.

~*~

"My Shadow, my love... sleep now hm?" Pestilence was murmuring as Chance nosed fa'i's way through the door, wriggling the rest of that chubby little body through.

"Hmmm... little nap... dream of you... beautiful mate," Jenii mumbled in return, sounding about ready to drop off at any moment.

Chance crept through the mess that made up what remained of Pestilence's room. That orgasmic shockwave of not minutes ago had been a really powerful one.

"Of me, or of our baby?" the Force giggled.

"Of you... beautiful you... up to her wants to show up."

That made Chance droop fa'i's ears slightly. Jenii still didn't believe that in a little while he would have that daughter he wanted. Silly man he was.

"Mmn... know, I feel beautiful when you say it. Rest, my love," Pesti encouraged.

"Just... little nap," Jenii insisted again, then was silent, asleep.

Chance crept as close as fa'i dared, not wanting to disturb either of them in their happy and loving moment. Chance felt very tired, having worked on this project for a very long time. But this was the last big push and then the seed would be firm inside Pestilence, was just a matter of repairing now and again those little things that would need fixing along the way over the next several months of baby growing.

Jenii would have his daughter, despite all his doubts and fears he'd been having.

Chance nestled down on fa'i's belly, folding hands and closing eyes, concentrating the energy fa'i had just taken from daddy after using up everything fa'i had had. Chance sought out that little energy sign of Jenii's inside Pestilence, giving it little nudges and guidance with a gentle magic touch, leading it through Pesti's body to the waiting womb Chance had created there.

Jenii's seed was weak, even after days of being strengthened by Chance's magic, so it required a great deal of pushing. Soon Chance was sweating from the exertion, entire little body trembling.

Then Chance felt another presence, something infinitely stronger, and just a little more sinister, causing the hairs on the back of fa'i's neck to stand up.

Chance squeezed eyes shut Can do myself, don't need help! fa'i warned the intruder.

The presence didn't fade away, just stayed there where it was, not interfering. Chance didn't mind if he watched, but Chance wanted to prove fa'i could do this. Nobody believed a being so young, even as magically strong as Chance was, could manage to do something like this. Chance could prove them wrong, could give Pesti and Jenii this baby and make them happy.

Chance concentrated harder, urging Jenii's seed along, into the womb, sealing up the way behind that Chance had taken them through. The egg was there waiting, Pestilence's portion of the soon to be baby, just waiting for that Jenii portion to mix and start the real magic.

Chance waited, keeping a close watch on it, ready to give another little push should those little seeds need it. They were struggling, fighting, terribly weak, but trying just the same.

The presence moved closer around Chance.

No! Can do self! Chance warned again, careful not to say it aloud.

The little seeds were getting closer, battling the tough exterior of the egg. It would take a strong one to break it, a strong one to survive and make the baby. And if they all failed it would be a very long time before Chance could attempt this again.

"Go... go," Chance whispered, gnawing on fa'i's hand, tail flicking worriedly.

Then suddenly one of them broke through, piercing into the egg, starting the chain reaction of the beginning of a little life.

Chance let out a gasp of relief, thudding fa'i's head down on the floor.

"Is someone there?" Pestilence blinked at the dark and destroyed room, thinking perhaps he felt or heard something.

Chance just smiled and slipped out of the room along with that creepy presence. Oh yes, there was someone else there now.

~*~

Pestilence sidled up against Jenii’s back as the demon was standing there glaring at the open refrigerator. The Healer had confirmed that Pesti was indeed in the very early stages of pregnancy, and he was ecstatic, but Jenii seemed to be even more tense then when he’d awakened.

“What troubles my Shadow?”

“Hn?” Jenii glanced over his shoulder, “Who said I was troubled?”

“Just thought might be.”

“Why would you think that?” Jenii peered in the fridge, made a discontent noise, and closed it.

“Because when don't know how you feel, are usually having conflicting emotions.”

“That stands to reason, usually don't know how to feel.”

“Mhm, so talk to me?”

“Ehnn... don't know what to... say,” Jenii struggled with just those words, but turned to cuddle Pesti against his chest. Holding his mate would help him calm down.

“Are worried?”

Jenii flicked his eyes back and forth, tracking those emotions he was experiencing, “One feeling... might be.”

“Why might be worried?” Pestilence urged gently. Jenii shook his head, rubbing at his temple. Pestilence reached up and rubbed for him, “Are worried like were when we first found out? Just scared about being parent?”

“No... it’s not worried, not like that.”

“Okay, so not worry. Unhappy then?”

Jenii tilted his head, gazing off in another direction, “Ehhnn... no,” he knew his voice didn’t sound certain.

“Feels like unhappy?”

“Well... it's not happy, or anything near that.”

“Know why would feel like that?” Jenii just scowled, baring teeth. He did not like trying to understand these damn feelings. Pestilence leaned up and kissed the corners of Jenii’s mouth, cooing soothingly, “Poor Shadow, need more time to work it out, is okay.”

“Should... be happy, right?”

“Don't know what should feel, never had baby before and everyone would be different...” the blonde smiled a little, “Shouldn't be happy if don't want baby.”

Jenii snorted softly, “Hn... really think I don't want?”

Pesti shook his head, “Don't think that at all.”

“It's…” Jenii chased after the errant thought, “I don't... it can't…” Pestilence waited patiently for Jenii to get it out, massaging at his Shadow’s temples. Jenii finally caught a few more words, “I mean... you believe just... those words?”

“Mhm, healer said so.”

Jenii shook his head, “Can't be.”

“Well what would make it more concrete to you?”

“Hnnn... don't know,” Jenii lowered his head, ashamed of himself.

“Believe if Healer says is baby, is baby. Believe that with all of Chance's help, have both overcome it all to have baby,” the Force smiled, returning to his massage now that Jenii had stopped moving again.

Jenii scowled, “Can't be... maybe all of Chance's work is putting off that signal…”

“Maybe... don't know if it could though.”

“Has to be,” the demon was very decided, this was his reason not to believe.

Pesti thought it over, “No magic can fake soul. Could ask Death.”

“And he would say, and those would be more words, like Solexi's words.”

“So... don't want to believe until am throwing up and fat, or until is actually baby in your hands?”

“I want to believe now... you're happy, right?”

The blonde returned to thinking, mostly out loud to himself, “Don't think can have seeable proof this early on... maybe... not sure.”

“Want to be happy with you, help you... can't help you and be with you if don't believe.”

“No, know you can't my shadow... just don't know how can show you.”

“Maybe Death will be enough then,” Jenii grabbed Pesti’s hand and tugged, stalking towards Death’s room. He stopped at the door, glancing at Pestilence. It felt just a little too weird and impolite.

Pestilence knocked for him, leaning his head against Jenii’s arm and nuzzling a little. Death didn’t immediately answer the door. Pesti tilted his head, eye narrowing slightly in concentration – mentally paging Death.

The Reaper opened the door a moment later, “Good afternoon to you both.”

“Busy?” Pestilence smiled prettily.

Death raised an eyebrow.

“Right, always busy. Soul count please?”

Death glanced at Jenii, “One,” then at Pestilence, hesitating, “Two.”

“Two?” Jenii canted his head, “It's not prudent to ask the Reaper if he's correct,” the demon cleared his throat, glancing off elsewhere. Death had said, but those words still weren’t enough to convince him. They were only words, and he never much liked words anyway.

“Perhaps not prudent, however I am to take it from your manner that you wish for evidence to accept this assertion as true?”

“My mind is having a rather difficult time grasping the abstract concept, and such isn't conducive to assisting Pestilence cope.”

“Quite,” Death nodded a little.

“Is okay, will sink in soon enough,” Pestilence was ever the optimist.

“Perhaps sooner rather than later would be for the best, however. So, along that line of thought it would be better for you to come in a moment,” he stepped back from the doorway to admit them. He gestured to a chair, “Sit, please.”

“Okay,” Pesti tripped and stumbled, then settled in the leather chair.

“Would your mind have an easier time grasping such an abstract concept if you were personally able to count how many souls were within Pestilence at this time?”

Jenii nodded, “Nhnn. Please.”

Death rubbed his temple, seemingly not exactly thrilled about this, “Very well then, I shall make them visible to you in the best manner I can.” The Reaper dimmed the lights a little.

“Have a dimmer?” Pestilence blinked.

“Yes,” Death stated it dryly, with a tone that stated it should have been obvious.

“Player,” Pesti giggled softly.

“For that high number of seducing he does.. I like this,” Jenii glanced around. Yes, dark was much nicer, it set him at ease.

“Don't need a dimmer in our room, just blow up lightbulbs anyway,” the blonde giggled again.

Death leaned back against the desk, concentrating on Pestilence, “Sit up, please.”

Pestilence gave a little sigh, wriggling and sitting up straight. A soft light came into view, tracking slowly around Pestilence’s body. It was easily seen in the dim light.

“Pestilence's soul, one, we are in agreement thus far?”

Jenii crouched down and prowled closer for a better look, unable to stop himself from smiling, “Beautiful...”

Pestilence giggled again, “Silly.”

A much smaller light appeared, still bright in the dim light, but definitely a great deal smaller. It was drifting around Pestilence’s lower belly area.

“That would be soul two.”

Jenii peered a little closer, “Is so small,” he tilted his head.

“It does not yet have a fully formed vessel to reside within, when it does, it will grow with it.”

“Fully formed vessel...” Jenii echoed, reaching out to try and touch it, fingers bumping into Pestilence.

Pesti couldn’t help but giggle yet again, it was just a giggly day. He took Jenii’s hand and laid their hands over the little light, “Our baby.”

“Hn... not fully formed not quite baby.”

“Our soul, our spot, our baby,” Pestilence drew out each word in a joyful, sing-song way.

Jenii purred, staring, unable to stop smiling, “Ours... our Genesis.”

“See? You believe now?” the blonde lovingly caressed Jenii's cheek.

“Did I really do that? It didn't just... poof... spontaneously happen?”

The Force outright laughed, “Can't make baby on my own, Jenii.”

“...are you sure?”

“Mhm, we made her. Both of us.”

Jenii thought it over, then smiled all over again as the realization struck him full-force, “Wow.”

Pestilence beamed his brightest smile as Jenii petted over his stomach.

“I made that…” Jenii just couldn’t get over the sheer awe now that it had sunk in.

“Mhm, made that little soul.”

“Just... and... I… we... wow.”

“Now you're happy,” Pesti squeaked.

Jenii continued petting and smiling, utterly entranced, “Such a pretty... tiny... wow.”

“I'm afraid I will have to close this down soon,” Death interrupted.

“Nooo, don't turn her off yet,” Jenii begged, nuzzling at Pesti’s skin near the little light, then returned to staring.

Death sighed, “Pestilence's at least.”

“No, look how pretty they are... my beautiful ones.”

Death sighed again, tilting his head up and leaving them “alone” again.

“Are so silly,” Pestilence giggled, but his tone was entirely loving. That little light drifting around near Jenii’s face made him squeak happily.

Jenii diverted just a moment to pet near the light that represented Pestilence’s soul, “Ooh… it's like they follow me.”

“Of course, my soul belongs to you, of course follows you,” Pesti smiled.

“So pretty,” Jenii thudded his head against Pestilence and squeezed his little husband tight. He had to open his eyes swiftly though, to watch the lights. He petted near the little light, then drew his hand to the side, laughing when it followed him

Pestilence slid his fingers around the little light too, so very happy he could barely contain it, “Is so pretty.”

“Death look, I made this,” Jenii purred.

“Mmn, I'm aware. Congratulations,” Death regarded them, then pushed himself away from the desk to find something else to occupy himself – likely figuring they would be there awhile.

Pestilence caught and squeezed Jenii’s hand, “Our baby…”

Jenii smiled, his attention entirely devoted to these two souls in front of him, “Our pretty light… our Genesis.”



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