Title: Paradigm Shift
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: mm sci-fi, mpreg
A/N: The morning after.
He woke to his face pressed against Park’s chest. He felt slow and hung over, his body aching in that used hard put away wet post-energetic sex way. He only had vague memories of the Madness–days and days of pulling Park inside him, of rubbing against the man until he was aching and raw, of riding Park until the bed creaked and moaned threateningly–but it felt distant, long ago and far away from him and where he was now.
I’m in Park’s bed. I fucked Park.
The sounds of his hysterical giggle made Park tighten his arms around him and Gregor forced himself silent and still. He could feel the steady beat of Park’s heart.
“I’m awake,” Park said.
Gregor didn’t move. He didn’t remember all that had happened, but he had the sense that he should be embarrassed. He hadn’t been himself.
The feel of Park stroking a soothing hand through his hair forced him to acknowledge the fact that he was awake.
He propped his chin on Park’s chest and gazed up at the man’s face. “I don’t think this was part of the plan.”
Park laughed. “No, definitely not. Though my only real regret is that I’m not sorry at all. Unless you are, then I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do.”
Gregor stared at him a moment, then snorted. “You’re much more relaxed after sex.”
“Most people are,” Park said. He carded his fingers through Gregor’s hair, massaging parts of Gregor’s scalp here and there.
“That feels good.” Gregor pressed up against Park’s hand and nearly purred from the pleasure.
Part of him wanted to give into his first impulse and spout off all kinds of excuses and make an embarrassing mess of himself. Instead he decided to play things cool.
“So, I suppose we’re going to have a lovely Binding ceremony.” He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of Park’s fingers against his head.
“Lovely, and perhaps a bit awkward as my family processes the change in plans.” Park paused to run his fingers ghostlike down Gregor’s cheek. “We’ll have to wait for the pregnancy tests of course.”
Gregor bit the inside of his lip. He’d known that Zero had gone through a rigorous round of fertility testing. There was no point wasting a rare Third on a man with a low sperm count.
“Do I have to worry that I will be forcibly rematched?” he asked. It was a terrible prospect of aversion drugs, scent breaking, and a terrifying Heat experience where he got to be serviced by someone wearing scent blockers and synthesized pheromones so he thought he was having sex with Park and not some stranger. It was definitely his personal nightmare scenario.
Park gripped Gregor’s upper arms. “Look at me. I promise you that my last physical gave me a more than healthy fertility level. That isn’t to say this time took, though.”
“But male Thirds nearly always get pregnant during the Madness. It’s what we’re good for.”
“There’s no reason to be bitter,” Park said. “It’s true that male Thirds are remarkably receptive during the Madness. Except you were on suppressant drugs since before you ever had a Heat and that’s affected your body chemistry. There’s a chance that this first time won’t have seen you pregnant because it’s so soon after you’ve gone off the drugs.”
Gregor refused to think that he could have been so lucky. “And what do you feel about me being pregnant?”
“Thankful,” Park said. “Thankful for what you are doing for me, my Family, and all of humanity. And I think that having a child with you would make me very happy and I would love to spend the rest of my life with you.” He sounded and looked so sincere that Gregor felt his lip tremble.