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PART THREE

The trip to the doctor’s office had proven to be just as humiliating and degrading as Jensen had expected it to be. Jensen may as well have been invisible for all the care and consideration of his feelings that was taken. Jared happily confided in the doctor about everything they’d been doing to persuade conception. The unusual positions, the plugs, the hours Jensen spent with his legs in the air while Jared’s semen found its way deeper into his body.

He spoke of how often they fucked and how long each coupling lasted. Even about whether or not Jensen came to orgasm and the frequency of Jensen initiating intimacy (which was never).

Jared told the doctor everything, and Jensen had felt himself flush a deeper shade of crimson after every revelation, wanting that particular corner of the world to just implode around him. Wondering how long it would take either man to notice if he got up and walked out.

When it was time for the physical exam a nurse led him into the adjacent exam room where he was instructed to strip. Naked, he lay on the examination table and lifted each leg, as he was instructed to, so that his feet could be placed into stirrups.

Already anxious, his position was altered so that he was even more exposed once Jared and the doctor arrived.

Jared just sat there as the doctor started his examination. Commenting on how ‘sore’ he looked, how Jared had to take more care preparing him before mounting, make sure he was wet enough before attempting penetration.

Both men acted as if Jensen was some inanimate object to be studied and discussed, he wasn’t addressed by name at all. Not until the stirrups were lowered and Jensen was told to dress while Jared and the physician left to discuss something that neither believed Jensen needed to hear.

Jensen sat in the chair with the receptionist casting the occasional sympathetic look his way, as if she could tell he was uncomfortable. This doctor was obviously someone Jared had known for a while. They shared the easy familiarity of people with common acquaintances, common history, but Jensen couldn’t like him. Couldn’t see himself ever confiding in the man the way he’d confided in his previous doctor.

When Jared finally joined him he looked happier and more relaxed than he had in weeks. Jensen was convinced that that didn’t bode well for him, but Jared was nothing but kind and courteous on the way home. The smiles looked genuine and heartfelt and Jensen was left wondering where his real husband had disappeared to.

Dinner that evening was like none Jensen had ever experienced since his marriage. It was fun. Once the food was on the candle lit table in front of them, Jared dismissed the household staff for the evening and then moved his chair so that he was closer to Jensen. Bemused, Jensen said nothing, even as Jared broke out into the occasional little smile. Even as his fingers occasionally brushed against Jensen’s.

The attention was unusual, but welcome. Jared didn’t mention babies once, so as the evening progressed, that fact, along with whatever was in the delightful drink Jared kept pouring for him, caused Jensen to relax even more.

Jared talked about the negotiations that were going on with various Noble Houses, not that Jensen was really interested. Oh, he’d have to be eventually, when Jared decided he’d fulfilled his role as brood mare and could accompany him to parties at Court and on diplomatic visits, but at the moment the details of what he was saying were inconsequential. Jensen nodded when he felt it was expected and asked questions when he was completely lost and Jared, for his part, seemed more than happy with Jensen’s level of interest even if he did confuse three countries’ leading Houses with the breeds of horse Jared was proposing to buy for the stables.

Once the main course was consumed – proper food and not the calorie controlled blandness he’d been existing on – Jared had disappeared to the kitchen to get dessert. The consequence of having given the staff the evening off, Jensen assumed, and he was surprised Jared even knew where that particular room was. He smiled as Jared handed him the dish and took a mouthful. It was divine and Jensen couldn’t help the pleasure filled sounds that slipped out as he ate it.

“I take it you’re enjoying that?”

Jensen blushed. “You might say so.”

“It’s a pity our couplings haven’t produced as much pleasure in you.” The spoon stopped midway to Jensen’s mouth, before he lowered it back into the bowl. “No, no. I’m sorry Jensen. That was not said to get at you, it was more of a reproach to myself. I think it’s quite obvious I’ve not been very fair to you.” Jared reached for Jensen’s hand, pulled it up to his mouth and kissed it. “I’ve been so focussed on filling your womb that I’ve ignored you. I hope you can forgive me.”

The gesture was touching and Jensen desperately wanted to reassure his husband that forgiveness wasn’t necessary. Even if it was. Just not in the way Jared was assuming.

At the brief touch of Jared’s lips, at the gentle caress of a finger, Jensen felt the heat between his legs, the desire for his husband as he never had before. If this was about him, not merely about breeding, then he could do this. He could enjoy it.

Jared was undeniably an attractive man, Jensen had known that from the minute he saw him, and Jensen had allowed himself to feel desire for him in his weaker moments. If Jared could actually make love to him and not just mechanically rut into him, then life could be better. He’d not forgotten to drink his tea, and was confident the blood the doctor had taken would not reveal his little secret. He could allow himself to enjoy this.

He would.

Jared lay him on their bed and began unfastening the loose clothing that he was encouraged to wear around the house. Jared’s mouth found its way to his chest and teased at his nipples, coaxing them to peaks with his teeth and tongue. Jensen’s back arched.

“Hmmmmmm …. I love these. Will you always let me do this?” Jared bit again, soothing the nubs with kisses and licks as he slid a hand lower, between Jensen’s legs.

“Aaah… anything.” Jensen was losing all reason as Jared’s hand skirted his slowly filling cock and sought out the sopping orifice. Jared slid a finger inside him as he moved lower, leaving Jensen’s now painful nipples and focusing on his cockhead.

“I’ll never get used to how different you are down here.” Jared licked at his leaking slit, mouthing at his flushed arousal. “Seems odd that you have this,” a hand stroked the length of his cock, “and yet no balls. Just two glorious holes for me to fill.”

Jared sat up, hands reaching behind Jensen’s knees and pushing them up toward his chest before pushing them out to the side. “Hold yourself open for me.”

Jensen didn’t question Jared’s request. He was at that point, more aroused than he had ever been, that Jared could’ve asked anything of him and he’d have done it willingly.

Jared licked once more at Jensen’s cock before slipping his tongue into the warm, wet hole he was soon going to fill with his dick. As his tongue delved deep into Jensen’s moist core he let his wet fingers slip backwards to play with the twitching entrance to Jensen’s ass.

The fingers danced across his taint, and Jared occasionally pushed the tip of one finger into the quivering furl of muscle, loving how Jensen’s hips shuddered and toes curled. He had no intention of fucking Jensen in the ass – yet – not when he had to take every opportunity he could to impregnate his mate, but he’d get there eventually. He’d quite enjoyed taking previous partners anally, and it was one more thing he could enjoy with Jensen when the pressure was off. And there was a hell of a lot of pressure.

Three months they’d been married. Three months. And though male/female unions usually took longer to conceive, carriers were notoriously fertile. That was one of the reasons they were so valuable – that and the fact that a carrier was the only legal way a man could marry another … well, not man exactly, but as close to a man as you could get without having an actual man. They had other attributes, but those were the two his father had managed to sway him on when Jared’s certainty had faltered as the wedding approached. Those, and the way Jensen had looked.

Jared had been provided with images of his future mate every year since the contract was signed. Every year he’d looked at the images, candids, the subject totally unaware they’d been taken, and Jared would doubt Jensen could get more beautiful. Every year he’d been proven wrong. He’d been thinking of Jensen as his for as long as he could remember. Not even his frequent dalliances and semi-serious relationships had shaken that belief. They were merely affairs, no matter how passionately he’d fucked or professed love, Jensen … Jensen was always going to be more than that. And perhaps Jared had fallen in love with the idea of Jensen when he’d received those first pictures, but reality rarely lives us to the idea.

Jensen should be pregnant already. Should be, but wasn’t, and Jared’s parents were driving him crazy with their constant queries. His mother had even asked if he was doing it right, fucking the right hole… and wasn’t that the most embarrassing question he’d ever been asked? And his father had been threatening to take Ackles to court. Sue him for providing flawed merchandise.

Fuck it. He’d wanted to enjoy his husband. Had wanted to enjoy getting to know him – inside and out – and would have if he hadn’t had so many people breathing down his neck.

If he hadn’t been so stressed he probably would’ve realised what he had to do before he’d finally insisted on consulting with the doctor. The man had been blunt but forthright. Jensen’s body was fighting conception. He didn’t enjoy their unions – a fact that Jared had been ashamed to admit – and so he was unable to relax. His body was rebelling, not allowing fertilisation to occur. Now, with the help of the drugs that the doctor had supplied, Jensen would be more malleable in bed, more responsive. The little extra insurance he’d instructed the chef to slip into all of Jensen’s meals wouldn’t hurt anything either.

Jared would love Jensen, he would. And Jensen would know it. As soon as Jensen’s belly was swollen and his tits were leaking, Jared would show him exactly how much he was loved.

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