Title: Paradigm Shift
Author: Harper Kingsley
Genre: mm sci-fi, mpreg
“Well, you don’t have to get all emotional. I realize I’m one sexy hot commodity, but you better respect my strong independence.” He was babbling as he flailed to regain his equilibrium.
It was hard when there was such a soaring sense of sexual realization.
He’d been changed by the Heat, the sex, the overwhelming wash of hormones that had flooded his body and brain. He didn’t know what was left of the real him and he didn’t want to trust anything that he was feeling.
But what else did he have? He refused to lay down and give up. Refused to believe he wouldn’t somehow manage to cope and carry on.
And being Bound to Park wouldn’t be that bad. The Duadenora would lavish him with luxuries and if he had to, he could live a separate life from Park except for the times he went into Heat.
Things could be so much worse. He would keep reminding himself of that.
Gregor sat up and scooted to the other side of the bed, shamelessly taking the sheet with him. He traced his eyes over Park’s body, trying not to be too obvious about it.
His memories of the previous night were scattered, flashes of sensation and skin. Park arching over him, the cords of his neck standing out like a prayer. The near-pain of fullness that he imagined he could still feel the echo of between his legs.
“Are we going to be in trouble?” he asked. Off Park’s quizzical eyebrow, he added, “Because I ended up with you instead of your brother?”
Park sat up and leaned his shoulders against the headboard. He was unselfconscious in his nudity, his knee bending strategically. Gregor noticed Park had beautifully formed feet, the nails neatly trimmed and not a single bit of calloused or rough skin.
“You’re a Third that rejected a prospective mate in the course of the Madness. Zero is understandably upset, but he’ll get over it. He knew it was a risk,” Park said.
“But I ended up with you,” Gregor said. “That’s not going to cause a problem is it?”
“I don’t think so, but even if it did you don’t have to worry about anything. They’re my family and they’ll deal with it.” Park clasped his hands on his bare knee. “Nothing that happened during the Madness is your fault and no one will blame you for anything. I won’t let them.”
Gregor flopped on his back. “Well, as long as I haven’t earned the wrath of your relatives I guess we’ll be all right.” His stomach made a loud rumbling sound and he covered it with his hand. “Is there going to be food anytime soon?”
“My apologies. I should have thought of that.” Park leaned sideways and picked up a small blue communicator from the bedside table. “I’ll order us something to eat.”
“Good. I’m starving,” Gregor said. Just the thought of food made him realize how hungry he was. The Heat forced his body to use a ridiculous amount of calories and he felt hollow inside. He closed his eyes to stop the room from spinning.
He listened to Park order food from the kitchen and his mouth watered. His stomach growled almost continuously as he waited for food to arrive.
Part of him insisted that he should be discussing the future with Park. He needed to prepare himself for what was to come. It was just that he felt too overwhelmed by events.
He needed to take a step back. Needed to give himself a chance to assimilate.
Gregor lay on the bed and decided the world could handle itself for a while. He would relax and wait for food before attempting to deal with any of the issues burning at the back of his mind.
Fear that he was pregnant. Fear that he was not pregnant. Disquiet about how he was supposed to act the next time he saw Zero. And most of all, the consideration about whether he was still himself, and who was that anyway?
He pushed it all away as after breakfast thoughts. Things he was ill-equipped to deal with at the moment with his compromised brain. He needed to deal with the now before he gave in to his need for an existential crisis.