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It hung like a tempting spire of flesh, pushing up the lime-green sheets from below to wrap about it like a hood for a monk. The way it throbbed and twitched, bathed in the rising morning sun, it was like the apple that swayed Eve over to temptation. And it was much the same way for Lewis, the stoat shifting around in the bed as he eyed that solider standing at attention.

Shane snored away, lost in his dreamy slumber and completely unaware of what was going through Lewis' mind just this moment. A dull rumbling of a snore rolled through his throat and into the open air, as if cinching away the fact that the kangaroo was well and truly lost to the world. Dreams held more sway over him than the land of the living, making him a prime target for the stoat's lustful appetites as he pulled the sheets away.

It was gorgeous, at least to the stoat. From root to tip it was a work of art, fit to be carved in marble and sold as a novelty piece for some wealthy man's desktop. The pink flesh twitched as the cold air of the morning touched it, palpable heat rising off of the shaft as the stoat's hand wrapped slowly around the base. The heart beat was strong, felt even in Lewis' fingers as he squeezed gently about the base and was rewarded with a thin bead of precum from the slit at the tip.

His head dipped down, gray eyes closing as he let his tongue come into contact with it. Tangy pre coated his tongue as he gathered it up, tasting of his boyfriend's essence and sending a shiver down the stoat's spine. When did the kangaroo take on such an erotic appeal to him? Besides the obvious reasoning, there was just some sort of new quality that made Lewis stir whenever Shane was around like there was an empty pang without him.

Over the past two weeks, they'd spent more time in the sheets than out of them, groping and pawing over one another like they were lovesick teenagers getting their first time again. And the sex was amazing, Lewis had never felt his body be so sensitive to the roo's touch. Jolts of electricity coursing through him whenever they came in contact and sometimes even when he just smelled Shane in the room whether he was there or not. He felt no shame that he'd gone through the roo's dirty laundry once or twice to find a shirt to jerk off to.

Lewis had the head in his mouth, intent on taking it down in one smooth motion, hopefully to wake Shane up for them to have a quick romp or five before the roo had to go to work, when he felt a pitch in his stomach. Something revolted inside of him, rolling his stomach into a knot and jerking him out of his thoughtful reverie. Oh god, not again. The stoat tore off of the bed like a bat out of hell, staggering his way into the bathroom and barely making it to the toilet before his stomach rejected last night's dinner into it.

It was this ungraceful position that brought the kangaroo to the bathroom's door, sleepy eyed and still with his member sticking out in front of him. Rubbing the crust from around his eyes, Shane grumbled out as he heard another violent retch come from the pit of the stoat's stomach. "We need t' get you to the doctor... this is going on two weeks now." Concern etched in the man's voice, looking down at the stoat with a large frown on his features.

"Fug that... rhrk!" Lewis's voice echoed dully from inside the toilet, reaching up to grasp the silver handle and pulling it so that the contents flushed down easily enough. He sat back on his knees, groaning heavily as he tried to not look like he'd just been dragged through all nine circles of hell on a lengthy tour of the facilities. He stood on shaking legs, reaching the sink just to fill a cup to bring to his lips, swish, and spit out the water.

"No, we're going. Today." Shane's voice took on its 'parental' quality, like a scolding father chiding a child for misbehaving. "You've lost sleep, you're snapping at clients, and I hate to say. But you're gaining weight." He ran a hand along the light roll of fat that was gently pushing out of the stoat's normally slender and toned stomach. "Is something wrong with your job? Stress getting to you about something?"

Lewis practically flinched from the hand, even if it sent a shiver up his spine. But then he stopped, dark lips down in a frown. "No. No. Haven't had any trouble with work. It's all good." He stopped talking for long enough to wet a toothbrush and squeeze some toothpaste onto it, inserting it into his mouth before continuing. "I dunno what it is. Just haven't felt myself lately. Not like you've been complaining before now."

Shane's cheeks darkened a touch, watching the stoat brush his teeth for a few moments before he decided he'd left the issue alone for long enough. "I'm going to call work and tell them I'm not coming in. And then you'd better tell your clients that you're unavailable today as well. Got it?" No request for it, it was a demand. The roo was probably a lot more concerned than he was letting on as he left the stoat to his morning routine.

The stoat frowned, standing there in the bathroom as he looked at himself. Really looked at himself. Dark circles under his eyes, face drawn slightly, right down to that little bit of fat on his stomach, completely ruining his abs. He never prided himself on his appearance before (save for his soft, white fur), but he felt some sort of unease over having gained weight. It played havoc with his mind. Shane was right. Of course his boyfriend was right. It was time to man up and get to the doctor, whether he wanted to or not.

He spit out the gob of foamed up toothpaste out of his mouth. Might as well get it over with.

-0-

Hospitals always smelled so stagnant. Chemical smells, disinfected everything... Hell, he was sure that even the magazines routinely got spritzed down with bleach or whatever cleaner was handy at the time.

"What are these people talking about? Fall colors are so not in this season. It's about the warm summer tones." Of course the stoat had picked up the interior decorating magazine, loudly commenting on whatever he thought was wrong with it. Shane might've said something about it, but the kangaroo wasn't blind. He'd noticed just how much the stoat was struggling to keep down the light breakfast they'd had before arriving.

"Not everyone is as gifted with design as you are, sweetie." Shane prodded gently, trying to stealthily reassure Lewis that he was here for him. Besides the gentle squeeze of his hand as their fingers interlaced on the arm of the bunched up seating. The kangaroo's focus slowly shifted around the waiting room: from the television that was playing a talking heads segment with a vulpine chatting animatedly with another politician to a mouse dressed up in ripped jeans and an Iron Maiden shirt holding his crooked pinky finger while trying to not cry, and back towards his boyfriend again.

"Lewis Fields?" A chinchilla said after looking down at his chart, other hand stuffed down into his white labcoat with the last name of Hudson stitched into the breast pocket. The stoat rose up from his seat, setting the magazine down as Shane followed suit. The doctor gave them both the once over, pointing a ballpoint pen retrieved from his pocket at the kangaroo.

"Relation to the patient?" It might've seemed like a rude question, but it was a necessary one. It was to keep those who would impede treatment for someone out of the picture, plus a legal matter in and of itself.

"Um." Shane always froze up when he got this question, mentally seg-faulting before he regained his spilled thoughts. "Legal executor. And boyfriend." He gave a sheepish sort of smile as the rodent gave them both a once over, then nodded with a soft smile.

"Fair enough. This way please. Gotta get all the standard stuff out of the way." The chinchilla gestured down the hall, leading them both towards one of the exam rooms behind a key-coded door. Simple enough security, but there was probably several other measures hidden out of sight to protect the staff and patients.

Inside the exam room, it was clear that the rodent decorated as he liked. Portraits of giant robots, schematics for them across whatever wall space wasn't dominated with advice on having a same-sex chaperone or symptoms of the disease of the month (it was flu this time). Once the door clicked shut, the stoat stripped down to his red briefs with a weighted sigh.

Doctor and patient went through the motions. Weight (138 pounds), height (still 5'7"), blood pressure (normal), name and date of birth. So on and so forth, until the rodent sat down in his rolling chair and gestured for Lewis to do the same on the examination table, while leaving Shane to figure out just how he could get out of the way by standing over in a corner.

"What seems to be the problem today, Mr. Fields?" Dr. Hudson looked down over the notes from the intake, pursing his lips just a little bit. "Says you're complaining of fatigue, nausea, lack of appetite, minor weight gain, and general sensitivity." He set the clipboard down, steepling his fingers over his face as he waited for the stoat's side of the story.

Lewis shifted a bit on the crinkling exam table, sterile paper shifting under his weight a bit. "That's just it, I don't know what it is. It's been going on for about two or so weeks now... been driving my boyfriend and I up a wall." He pressed his palms flat against his thighs, as if he could focus on them instead of the physician whose job it was to take care of him.

"I see. Any other symptoms you'd like to complain about?" Dr. Hudson stood up, making a few notes on the clipboard over to the side as he walked over. Taking hold of the stoat's wrist, looking down at his watch as he waited for a more hands-on reading of the man's blood pressure.

"No, just those." Lewis wet his dry lips, apparently the chinchilla was satisfied that his machine was doing the right work when he nodded and stepped back away. The doctor folded his arms over his chest, eyeing Lewis critically and seeming to mull an idea through his head for a few moments.

"Are you and your boyfriend sexually active?" An earnest enough question, asked without even a hint of amusement. Studying medicine apparently beat a childish reaction to talking about sex out of your head when you discussed enough patients. He waited for the light fit of giggling that it brought to Lewis to abate before pressing the question again. "Need to cover all of our bases, Mr. Fields. Make sure you're getting the right treatment."

Lewis caught his breath before nodding, following it with "Yes, fairly active. Um. I'd say at least... once every week before my symptoms flared up and rapidly jumping to about twice a day within the last two weeks. Nausea and distemper not withstanding." He smiled sheepishly, looking over at Shane... whose eyes had temporarily taken leave up into his skull as he rolled them. When the roo's vision pulled back down, it was to Lewis' tongue sticking out at him with a bit of a sassy flare. All of which went completely ignored by the doctor.

"Well, I have a few ideas of what the cause might be. But we'll need to run a few tests just to make sure." A bit more scribbling, then he pulled out a prescription pad and jotted down a few things before tearing it off. "Take this over to urology and we'll get a urine test run on you." He held up his hands as if to put off the immediate cry of refusal. "It's just a couple tests, then you can go home and... er. Relax." The subtext was obvious, even if the rodent was just a touch uncomfortable. The doctor waited for Lewis to get dressed again before opening the wooden door, letting them out of his office.

-0-

The trip to the urology lab was over and done with before either stoat or kangaroo could blink, considering that Lewis had been sipping on water the entire wait in the waiting room. Heading home, they both sat in silence in the car, even if they were casting furtive and quick glances at one another.

Lewis barely let Shane get in the door before closing it behind them and pushing him over towards one of the couches. A zipper rent open, a pillar of flesh unleased from underneath underwear. Dark lips wrapping around a pink-fleshed shaft, smoky gray eyes cast up towards the face of a kangaroo in the throes of passion.

With the morning's nausea out of the way and the stiff, cramped positions of the doctor's office a thing of the past, the stoat had no problems with taking that dick to the root. Even with just a little gag, his throat squeezing around the flesh and coaxing pre out of it from the sheer tightness that his gullet provided. Shane's fingers looped through his hair, holding on for dear life as he struggled to maintain his composure.

This was what Lewis had been craving since this morning, his lips would've turned up into a smile if his jaw wasn't currently stretched around his boyfriend's meat. His head slowly bobbed back and forth, just the barest hint of his teeth grazing along the tender skin to elicit a needing whimper from Shane's lips. Up and down, head twisting before going back down again, another twist as he drew up. He didn't let the kangaroo acclimate to any situation, hardly even letting him catch his breath between adding new sensations.

A hand to those nuts, cradling the spunk makers in their tight housing, rolling them along his palm.. and the roo's cell phone rang from his pants down on the floor. Lewis barely broke eye contact as he reached down, fumbling with the floor before grabbing hold of the phone and passing it up to the roo. It was a game: whoever's phone rang had to answer it whenever they were having sex. Their voice couldn't break or moan or anything that gave away what they were doing lest they become pet for a day. And it had been so very long since the collar had gotten pulled out.

"H'lo? This is Shane Wright." He looked down at Lewis with a challenging face before mouthing 'hospital'. As if he was commanding the stoat to do his absolute worst while the hospital was on the line. "Lewis Fields is currently indisposed at the moment, but I should be on file as able to handle his medical records... uh huh. That's W-R-I-G-H-T."

Lewis was not to be denied. He was going to see that leather around Shane's neck, no matter what it might mean. The kangaroo's voice faded into background noise as he bobbed his head up and down, just the first few inches or so at a time. He was careful to keep the wettened noises of it slipping in and out of his lips to a bare minimum, hands clenching onto Shane's hips in a desperate moment. He could taste the precum, the roo was always a bit more productive whenever he got close. And still his damned voice wasn't breaking!

"The test came back? Well, what is it? We're prepared for everything..." Despite Shane's face looking the picture of impassivity, Lewis could see the lust (and concern) in his features, especially the way he worked on his lower lip with his teeth. Up and down, and up and down and - everything seized up, hot spunk washing the back of the stoat's throat as the only sound Shane gave was a brief sigh that could very easily get passed off as a post-yawn exhalation. Dammit, the kangaroo had won this round. The roo was absolutely stone cold... except when his eyes jumped open from that post-coital haze to immediate awareness.

"PREGNANT?!" That was all Lewis needed to hear before he practically spat the shaft out of his mouth, sputtering and coughing as an errant string suddenly painted his lungs. Shane and Lewis met eyes, both feeling a tension drop down around them. Lewis felt... he didn't know what he felt. Hand dropping down to his stomach, somehow just now sensing... something.

"One in a hundred thousand, you say... y-yes. I understand." Shane continued, voice barely cracking above a dull tone. Lewis could just about hear the rapid breaths inside of the kangaroo's chest, his heart beating fast. "Thank you... yes. Have a nice day." Phone shut. Set to the side.

Lewis didn't know if he was imposing himself as he climbed onto the kangaroo's lap while Shane stared off into space. Both of them were stunned, still and quiet as stone. They sat like that for... no one knew. The seconds seemed to tick into minutes, it was so palpably quiet.

And then Shane's lips met Lewis' in an eager, passionate kiss. They embraced, both of them now that the news had sunk in were happy. Blissfully happy. But with people like them, with as sensitive and eager as the stoat was? A happy kiss turned into battling tongues. Battling tongues turned into clothes flying off their bodies. And clothes flying turned into a living room romp that left no piece of furniture unused as a backdrop.

At least now they needn't bother with a condom anymore.