A/N: This has been in my head for a while now, and I finally got around to posting it. Though I'm not sure if it's post ready. Not exactly totally sure where I'm going with this either… Maybe you guys have some ideas? If there's anything you want to see, tell me in a review and I'll try to work it into the story! Now this will maybe be my last post until the Winter Break. I have Orals, Exams and Research Papers that I need to be doing until then so this writer will be oh so busy. But don't be afraid to message me. Check to see if I'm still alive and functioning!

Warnings: boy love! (also known as yaoi, slash, homosexuality [males]), MPREG

Pairing: Horus/Carter (That's right. This is my first mpreg Corus story. Thought I'd take a walk down this path!)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Kane Chronicles, but this plot I sure as hell do.

This man was infuriating!

Carter couldn't help but glare at the smiling man sitting across from him. His fiancé had his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his folded hands and smiling at him! He has nothing against people smiling let alone at him, but when this man did it…it made him uneasy. And Carter hated being uneasy. For as long as he could remember, he tried his best to avoid any embarrassing situations. Before the school year started, he made sure that he already understood at least half of his textbooks. Sports? He trained as hard as he could with Khufu, his uncle's pet baboon. Many have given Amos and himself odd looks about the monkey, but they easily ignored it. Khufu was part of the family and the fact that he loved basketball and was a fantastic trainer for Carter, not one complaint came out of his mouth. He wasn't even going to mention Phillip, his uncle's albino alligator.

Carter thought he had prepared himself as well as he possibly could in regards to meeting his fiancé for the first time, but…nothing prepared him for this. The man, despite his reputation of partying with cousin around town, was rather intellectual. As in, he had a brain, and knew how to use it. And the what led to Carter's current downfall and hate for the man was that the man was devious. He may look like a nice guy with that fake calm smile, but underneath it the man was a devil! Evil reincarnated!

A large warm hand sliding over his own snapped him from his internal rant and looking up at his…nemesis. The man had another fake smile on, but his eyes expressed worry, but somehow Carter could tell that the man was smirking.

"Anything wrong?"

The younger man snatched his hand back, placing it in his lap. "You know exactly what's wrong Godson," he hissed, eyes narrowing.

The man tutted, leaning back into his seat. "I asked that you call me Horus, remember?"

"I refuse," was his instant reply. Carter flinched slightly when he noticed the slight narrowing of Horus' eyes. Was he pushing it too far?

Horus' was about to reply when their server came up with their food. Carter's eyebrow twitched, remembering the scene from earlier. First time being in this specific restaurant, he hadn't known what he wanted to eat. Horus had oh so kindly ordered for him. Nothing wrong with that, well if the man hadn't insulted his intelligence while at it. the anger from earlier was coming back. He placed his fork on the table, just to make sure that he wouldn't stab the man with it. Right through the back of the hand resting not too far away.

Carter quietly thanked the server as they bowed politely before leaving. He turned his attention to his glass of wine. He reached out for it to take a sip, when a larger hand intercepted him. Horus laced their fingers together and rested their entwined hands on to the table.

"Let go," hissed Carter, trying to tug his hand back.

"But I like holding your hand," hummed Horus, tightening his grip to insure that Carter's hand wouldn't slip from his own.

"I don't care. Let go."

Horus sighed, the fork in his other hand was gently placed back down. "I actually have something I would like to discuss and would like an insurance that you won't run away."

Carter blinked, anger not as hot any more. What could this man want? Wasn't his evil ways enough?

"I won't run away. Now would you please let go."

Horus stared him in the eyes to ascertain something. Carter was suddenly hit with something new. He felt as if the man was staring further than just his pupils alone. He felt more naked than when Horus grinned at him with that lecherous grin earlier that day after he bent down to pick up the book his sister flung at him. After a few moments, Horus smiled and shook his head. "Nope."

Carter sighed and decided to ignore the hand holding for now. "What is it then? Out with it."

A small boy maybe around the age of three was giggling as he jogged by, but it was suddenly cut off as he tripped beside their table. Carter gasped as the boy sat up, sniffing slightly and trying his best not to cry.

"Are you okay?" asked Carter, leaning to the fallen boy. The boy sniffed, wiping his tears away to look up. The boy's tears cleared up as his eyes widened at seeing Carter. The boy giggled and raised his arms up in the universal request to pick him up. With no hesitation, Carter leaned closer and lifted the boy from the ground with both hands and sat the boy on his lap. "Aren't you friendly."

The boy squealed happily, reaching up to grab one of Carter's curls and pulled on it gently. Horus watched with amused eyes as Carter smiled and gently grabbed one of the boys curls as well and gave a soft tug. The boy began to babble about something he only knew, his face scrunching seriously a few times before he giggled and made large hand motions with one hand, the other still holding on to Carter's hair.

"Adri, what are you doing bothering others, hmm? Your brother's looking for you."

The boy, now known as Adri, stopped mid-explosion and turned to the new voice. The boy squealed in happiness again and reached his free hand out to the stunningly beautiful woman, asking to be picked up. She laughed and took the boy out of Carter's lap, expertly untangling Carter's hair from Adri's fingers and propping him on her hip. Unlike the rest of the patronage in the restaurant, she wore jeans, a white T-shirt and a knitted sweater jacket against the cold from outside. "Sorry about him. He has a tendency to run away from his brother and then get distracted."

"It's no problem," spoke Horus, smile on his face. Carter nodded, for once agreeing with Horus that evening. Adri waved good-bye as they walked away, the woman cooing at the little boy. Carter waved back, calm and content as compared to earlier. Absent-mindedly he placed his hand back on the table, interlacing his and Horus' fingers, his other hand reaching for his drink and taking a sip.

Horus said nothing and watched as his date enjoyed his wine.

"You like kids?"

Carter looked up from his pasta, content smile still on his face. "I do."

"Would you like any?"

"I-" Carter cut off and stared at the curious face across from him. He was slightly suspicious as to where this was going. For as long as he could remember, Carter had always wanted to have kids. Not many, but at least three or four. But when he found out he had that- Well there's no way Horus would know about that. He's kept that a secret since the beginning and only a select few know about it.

But looking at Horus' curious expression, with no undertone of a hidden agenda concealed in the man's eyes or posture, Carter decided it was safe to continue with the topic at hand. "I've always wanted to have three or four."

"Really?"

"Oh yes. Three little boys and a little girl."

"Pets?"

"Well…I never gave pets much thought. My uncle has a baboon and an alligator so despite that…it never came up." He shrugged, taking another bite of his pasta. Whatever Horus picked for him was delicious. "What about you? Kids? Pets?"

Horus' fake smile turned into a real smile as the man thought about the answer. Carter was slightly surprised to see such an open expression on the man. He snapped his mouth closed before he made a fool of himself.

"I have a falcon…I've had him since I was twelve. My dad gave him to me before he died."

"A falcon? What's his name?"

Horus chuckled. "I don't know. You might laugh."

"I told you about my uncle's baboon and alligator," offered Carter, overly curious about what this man would name his pet.

"You only told me that he owns them. Not their names." Horus lifted his spoonful of soup to his lips, almost done with his meal.

Carter pouted. "Khufu is the baboon. And Phillip the alligator."

He raised an eyebrow. "The alligator is named Phillip?"

Carter nodded. They continued to question each other back and forth through out the evening, Carter still trying to get the name of Horus' falcon out, but Horus was dead set on keeping it to himself.

At the end of the evening they were walking, hand in hand, through one of the many parks on their way to Carter's apartment. Carter saw a street vendor selling ice cream and made to walk over, but a tug at his hand stopped him. He looked down at his hand and saw that his hand was in Horus'. When did that happen?

"You've held my hand this whole evening."

Did he say that out loud?

"Yup."

"Dammit."

Horus chuckled, tugging on their hands, and pulling Carter toward him, spinning the younger man so that his back was to Horus' front, arms wrapped around the man's waist. Horus nuzzled the back of Carter's throat. "It's made me happy though."

Carter blushed, posture completely tense. Not only was he uncomfortable with the over familiarity that Horus was displaying, but apparently he's been holding hands with the man this whole evening! Just what is wrong with him! Especially how he's finding himself to like the embrace he was in!

"L-Let go."

A soft kiss against the nape of his neck, so soft that he barely felt it, made a shiver go down his spine. Why was this man affecting him so much! It doesn't make sense, none at all. Horus let him go, but kept their fingers still entwined and headed over to the street vendor, pulling Carter along.

"I'm buying."

A/N: So what do you guys think? Is it worth continuing?

OH! And Happy Halloween everyone!