It had been two months since the family reunion and Hotstreak and Virgil had almost finished unpacking the rest of the boxes. They had moved from Virgil's fathers house to a two bedroom apartment three months prior. Both were quiet happy with the arrangement at the moment and hoped to keep their apartment for a long time. Virgil let out a groan as he stood up, his slender hands were pressed against his lower back for support. The young hero frowned down at the box he was working on, debating if he wanted to finish doing it. If he quite, Hotstreak would be right in the fact that Virgil was in no condition to be doing work. Virgil let loose a tired sigh and went back to work on unpacking their dishes. He couldn't let Francis do all the work, it wouldn't be fair other wise.

Unknown to Virgil, he was being carefully watched by an overly attentive pyro. Ebon, Shiv, Adam, and Richie were helping them move, all of them aware of the delicate condition that plagued the hero. Ebon and Shiv found out Virgil and Richie were Static and Gear a while ago, but for Adams sake, didn't say a word. Static and Gear had to many enemies, and Adam was married to Virgil's sister Sharon, so that pretty much meant that he was family. Plus, for Ebon, Hotstreak was like his other little brother, and Virgil kept the pyro alive and safe. Virgil let loose a groan of slight anguish.

"Virgil, what's wrong?" Hotstreak said, shooting over to his startled lover.

"Baby's pressing on my bladder again," Virgil replied after giving Hotstreak an annoyed look. Francis looked relieved that it wasn't more serious.

"Oh, god, I thought you were miscarrying." Francis said, wrapping Virgil up in his arms. The dread headed boy gave him an odd look, hugging him back.

"When I get back from the bathroom, we're discussing this," Virgil said, pulling away from Hotstreak's oh so warm body. The dark haired boy scurried to the bathroom, trying his best not to wet himself. When he came back, moments later, he groused when he discovered that Francis had finished putting the dishes up.

"That was my job," Virgil said, pouting adorable.

"No, your job is to sit there and look pretty. It's my job to do everything else," Francis said, grabbing a chair and pushing an exhausted Virgil into it.

"Stop treating me like I'm crippled and let me help," Virgil growled out, a mood swing coming into affect.

"Virgil, your six months pregnant with a child you and I thought we'd never have. I'd kill myself if anything happened to you, especially when your in this delicate stage," Francis said, cupping Virgil's cheek lovingly. Virgil's eyes widened, and then began to water.

"No, don't you dare talk about suicide when saying something so ridiculously sweet." Virgil said, sniffling. The others heard the conversation, and were carefully eavesdropping in on it.

"But Virg', its true. If you or that baby were hurt, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. You're my only living blood family." Francis replied, pulling Virgil to his chest to snuggle him. Virgil snuggled into his hot chest, and nodded, consenting to his dominates words. Later that night, after everything was set up both Francis and Virgil were in the master bed room christening their new bedroom.

"Fuck me Francis, fuck me," Virgil screamed out, bent on all fours, with Francis behind him, pushing in hot and hard. They had been told by Richie that Virgil would be okay during the pregnancy, as long as he didn't do any super heroing and other dangerous activities. So harsh sex still happened between them, though Francis wasn't as harsh as before.

"God, you're squeezing my dick off," Francis moaned back, pounding into that perfect ass.

"A-am not, your just that good," Virgil moaned back, thrusting himself onto that thick piece of meat that was pounding into him. Francis tightened his hands over larger hips and aimed for Virgil's prostate with savagery.

"Yes, oh yes, Francis," Virgil screamed, hands clutching the warm sheets below them.

"Virgil," Francis moaned out, snapping is hips forward in hungry precession.

"FRANCIS!" Virgil screamed out, his inner muscles clenching every time Francis thrust in. Moments later, Virgil's arms collapsed, leaving his ass in the air for Francis's plundering. Seconds later, Virgil had the hardest climax as of yet, screaming his pleasure as Francis shot his boiling seed into his willing body. It was hours later, after they christened the whole house, did they collapse into bed, exhausted.

"Oh, god, Frankie, I don't think its ever been that intense." Virgil said, voice horse from his screaming.

"I agree. I didn't strain you did I?" Francis asked, large hand curling over Virgil's large hip.

"No. Love you," Virgil said, sleepily.

"Love you more," Francis responded with a happy smile. They cuddle close and fell asleep, tightly wound together.