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Life With Levael: The Fair Folk

Special thanks once again to @sacred-dragonair / @brushbrulee on twitter!

The Cosmopolitan Gallery of Contemporary Art once again welcomed Levael through its doors. It was far less crowded today than it had been two days ago, but then it was a Monday morning. Hopefully this meant that there would be a space for a walk-in to rent out one of the artist’s spaces in the back. As he walked up to the front desk, Levael took a moment to savor the quiet, the only sound the clicking of his heels against the floor as he adjusted the bag hanging off his shoulder. As he walked, he pulled his shirt down over his large pregnant swell. Since he was planning on painting, he decided to wear some older clothes. So he had an ankle-length skirt sitting low on his hips beneath his belly, and a blouse which couldn’t cover the entirety of his full womb. It covered most of it, but the bottom was left bare. Showing such skin had Levael feeling a bit flustered given his prim and proper upbringing and he had to remind himself that this was part of learning to be less uptight. A bit of paint on his tummy wasn’t so bad anyway.

A dwarven gentleman was working behind the front desk along with a vampire woman, the two breaking from their conversation as the disguised demon approached. “May I help you?” The vampiric woman asked.

On the side of the desk, Levael noticed the brochures for the artists’ spaces.

“ARE YOU AN ARTIST WHO NEEDS A PLACE TO WORK? ASK ABOUT RENTING ONE OF OUR ARTISTS’ SPACES FROM US!”

If these brochures were the only advertisement the service got, it was no surprise Levael hadn’t learned about it until now. Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to the clerk. “Yes, I was wondering if I could rent out one of your artists’ spaces? Preferably for today.”

The clerk looked at her computer and typed something, then looked back to Levael. “Yes, we have a few spaces available this morning. Are you a returning customer?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“Alright, I’ll set up a new file for you. First, I need your name.”

“Levi Virago.”

The clerk nodded and resumed typing, then turned to Levael. “Now, we rent our spaces by the hour, so how many hours are you looking to rent for?”

“About two hours. I’m not looking to make anything fancy.” Levael shrugged.

The vampire typed a few more things into her computer. “Okay. Just so you know, once your time is up you have the option to extend your session. What medium are you working with today?”

Levael raised an eyebrow. “Why does that matter?”

“Once a customer’s session is finished we have a cleanup crew take care of any messes and reset each space for the next customer. It helps to let them know what to expect to clean.” The clerk explained.

“Ah, I see. I’m looking to paint today. Watercolors.”

More typing from the clerk. “Alright, last question. Do you have your own materials, or will you be purchasing from us today?”

Levael pursed his lips. “I suppose I’ll be buying.”

The clerk nodded and typed a few last things, then looked up at her customer with a smile. “Okay, you’re all set. Since this is your first time with us, I’ll call someone over to show you around and help you get set up. Please wait here for a moment.” She picked up a phone sitting on the desk, pressed a button, and soon her voice was coming from the PA system overhead. “Cyrian to the front desk for a space tour, Cyrian to the front desk for a space tour.” She hung up and addressed the demon again. “He’ll be down in a moment.”

Nodding, Levael took a seat on a nearby bench and waited. He was only seated for about twenty seconds before someone approached him. A human-sized man phased down to him through the ceiling, and floated in front of him rather than standing on the floor. His skin was a distinct gray color, only a bit darker than Renyr’s come to think of it, and not as ashy in color. His ears had pointed tips, but their size made them more akin to ears of a human than an elf. His hair, a stark and literal red color with a matching red aura emanating from him. On his back, a portion of his aura was concentrated and shaped in a way that gave him the illusion of possessing wings. His nametag read “Cyrian, Assistant Curator”.

Cyrian was a faerie.

Now those are rare, Levael thought.

If dark elves were uncommon to see outside of the Undercity and the elven kingdom, then seeing a faerie outside of the Fae Wilds was like accidentally stumbling upon buried treasure on the beach.

“Apologies for the wait,” The faerie said, a professional smile on his face, “My name is Cyrian and I’ll be showing you around the space you rented, as well as helping you get settled in. Please, follow me.”

Levael stood from his seat and followed behind his guide, who continued to float instead of walking. “It was hardly any wait at all, don’t worry.” He assured the faerie.

“That’s kind of you to say.” Cyrian led the pregnant man past the front desk and through a large set of swinging doors marked “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY”. Walking down a hallway, the quiet of the gallery began to give way to a mish-mash of loud music. At the end of the hall, there was a second set of double doors next to a kiosk manned by a human, and from what could be seen he was inside of a large supply room. “This is Steven. He runs our supply station.”

“How ya goin’, mate?” Steven asked, shaking hands with Levael. “Anythin’ you need for your work, you can get from me. Canvases, paints, marble, clay, doesn’t matter.”

“What payments do you accept?” Levael asked, rummaging through his bag for his wallet.

“Cash, credit, debit, check, whatevah.” Steven said. “We can also mail you a bill later if you can’t pay right now.” He took a brochure from a stack on the side of his counter and handed it to his customer. “This here’s our little catalog. Lets you see for yourself just what we’ve got on offer. We’ve got a 5% discount for new customers.”

Levael thanked the human and began looking over the catalog. Different sized canvases, different types of paint, everything he could conceivably need to create with was available. Hell, they even had bizarre contraptions that could be rented for more “experimental” pieces, like a wire system to hoist someone up and allow someone to drop paint from the ceiling.

Impressive.

The only issue was the prices, which were a bit… inflated. The prices for things as niche as the bits and bobs kept around for the experimental pieces made sense, and the canvases seemed reasonable, but for everything else? Levael made a note to himself to bring his own paints next time.

After having purchased his canvas and watercolor paints, the faerie led Levael through the nearby doors, and just like that the quiet ambiance of the gallery was completely gone. A cacophony of songs were playing all at once, coming from different rooms. Each space was walled off from the ones next to it, but each space lacked doors, meaning that all of the music the artists were listening to as they worked was clashing together. The air was heavy with the smell of paints, coffee, and stale cigarettes. The last one made Levael feel a bit uncomfortable, being pregnant, and if the movement inside his womb was anything to go by then his babies weren’t fond of it either.

“No one is actually smoking in here, right?” Levael asked cautiously. “Because if someone is then I can’t be here. I’m sure I don’t need to explain why.” He said, rubbing the sides of his belly as he pushed his bump forward for emphasis.

“I understand completely. Don’t worry, I’ll go around and ensure no one here is smoking.” Cyrian reassured him. “Let’s get you settled in first. Please, follow me.”

Levael followed behind the faerie, peeking into each room as they passed by. Someone was chiseling away at a large slab of marble and blasting speed metal. Another person was painting an enormous mural, listening to classical music. Someone else was sitting at a pottery wheel and listening to pop songs. The two men passed by several more spaces before coming across someone familiar. Inside one of the rooms sat Renyr, slouched in his seat and contemplating the canvas sitting on the easel before him, cup of coffee beside the oil paints next to him and listening to old, peacenik style music.

“Renyr?” Levael said, stopping in his tracks.

Renyr sat up straight and looked over to the doorway, surprise crossing his face when he saw the pregnant man. “Levi?” He began to smile, beckoning Levael over. “Hey, good to see ya! I didn’t expect to stumble by you today!”

Rubbing his tummy, Levael walked over to the other man’s side, feeling his heart begin to flutter as his babies shifted. As he noticed Renyr eyeing up his swollen womb, he decided not to try and fix his blouse, which had ridden up on his belly. “Likewise.”

“You two know each other?” The faerie asked as he floated over. “I wish I’d known. I would have tried to get you a discount on your session today.”

“Oh? You’re friends?”

“That’s right,” Cyrian nodded with a smile, “Renyr comes by often enough that it was pretty much unavoidable.”

“What can I say, I’m a charming fella.” Renyr said with a grin that made Levael’s heart skip a beat and his babies kick.

“What are you working on?” Levael asked, looking over Renyr’s shoulder to his easel. It looked like an outline for a painting of a woman in the checkout line of a grocery store with an overhead view of the items in her cart and on the cashier’s belt.

“I told you I had a client yesterday, right?” The dark elf asked. “Well, this is part of it. You’ve heard of Lucky Stop, right?”

“The grocery chain? Of course.”

“That’s them. They’re planning a new advertising campaign based around showing off how diverse their merchandise is. So I’m thinking of a lady's shopping cart and you can see she’s got, like, meat and dairy and bread and cleaners and motor oil and crap. This is my first draft, more or less.”

Before Levael could respond, Cyrian cleared his throat and addressed the demon. “Excuse me, I think I smell someone smoking. I’ll be right back.” He hurriedly floated off and phased through the wall into the next room, leaving the dark elf and the disguised demon alone.

“Is smoking allowed here?” Levael asked.

“Officially, no. Unofficially, the staff tends to let little things slide when it comes to regulars.” The shorter man shrugged.

“You know, I’ve never met a faerie before.” Levael mused.

“The majority of people haven’t. Hell, unless you’re living on the edge of the Fae Wilds it’s generally safe to assume you’ll go your whole life without meeting one.” Renyr said with a nod. He turned his attention back to his canvas and picked his brush back up. “So, what brings you by today?”

“Well, hearing you talk about the gallery yesterday got me thinking about how long it’s been since the last time I did some painting, so I figured I’d come and see what it was like.” As he spoke Levael rested his hands atop his tummy, wondering how best to take advantage of the fact they were alone. Renyr seemed fond of his bump, so maybe he could offer him the chance for a quick belly rub?

As he was thinking, something suddenly touched the bottom of the pregnant man’s belly. Levael yelped and jumped backward, then turned his large bump to the side so he could see what had been beneath it. But the only thing he saw was the empty floor.

Renyr jerked his head around when he heard Levael shout. “What, what’s wrong?!” He asked, clearly worried.

“S-Something touched the bottom of my belly!” Levael shuddered.

Initially, Renyr was concerned, but after thinking about it for a second his body relaxed and he looked much calmer. More irritated than worried. “I’ll be right back.” He sighed. He stood from his seat and hurried out of the room, calling for Cyrian as he went.

Levael took deep breaths, trying to figure out what was happening. Why was it that Renyr wasn’t as concerned? The look on his face suggested he knew what was going on, or at least had some kind of idea. Holding his womb protectively, the pregnant man decided that perhaps he had imagined the feeling of something on his belly. A good chunk of his skin was exposed at the moment. It was probably the breeze of the fans in the area.

As if to prove to Levael that no, he had in fact NOT imagined it, he once again felt something touching the bottom of his belly.

It felt like a hand.

It was rubbing his belly.

Shouting, Levael jumped backward and again turned to the side to see what his bump had been hiding, and again he saw nothing but the floor.

Cyrian phased through the wall, looking quite annoyed. “I’m sorry this happened. Please, let me take care of it.” He said. He dove down and through the floor before any reply could be made, which did nothing for the man he’d left alone. Levael looked to the doorway in hopes that Renyr would soon be back too, and thankfully the elf in question walked back in a second later.

“What is going on?!” Levael demanded, a shudder running down his spine.

Renyr walked over and sighed. “Honestly, it would be easier to just see for yourself.” He took Levael’s hand and gave a few reassuring pats. Suddenly this whole thing didn’t seem quite so terrible.

Cyrian phased back up through the floor, and Levael’s eyes widened at what he saw. Cyrian was pulling by the ear another faerie. And this one looked to be almost the opposite of his friend. Where Cyrian’s hair and aura were red, this one’s was blue. Where Cyrian’s skin was gray, this one was porcelain pale. Where Cyrian was dressed respectably, this one was dressed like he’d simply grabbed whatever was on the floor, with an ill-fitting hoodie, tank top, and torn up jeans. He was barefoot as well.

Oh, and he was also heavily pregnant. On the body of someone human-sized it was rather large, making him look like he was carrying triplets. His pregnant swell was the entire reason his hoodie wasn’t fitting, and his tank top left his belly entirely exposed. The fact that the rest of his body appeared to be rather skinny only served to make his pregnancy look bigger still. He didn’t just look like he could pop any second, he looked like he should have popped quite a while ago.

“Owie owie owie owie owie!” The second faerie whined.

“Tam’len, look what you’ve done!” Cyrian almost sounded like he was scolding a child as he spoke to his friend, literally wagging his finger at him. “You’ve made our guest uncomfortable and you gave him a terrible scare besides!”

“But I couldn’t help myself! I saw he had a lovely belly and I just had to rub it!” Tam’len jerked away from the other faerie’s grip and gestured to the disguised demon’s bump. “I mean, look at him! When was the last time you saw such a nice tummy! You know you want to pet it too!”

Cyrian crossed his arms, annoyance practically radiating off of him and his face unmoving. “We’ve talked about this, Tam’len.”

Sheepishly, the pregnant faerie faced Levael and gave him puppy dog eyes. “I’m sorry, Levi. I just thought your belly looked so nice, that’s all. I’m not a bad guy, I swear.”

Initially, Levael wondered how the faerie knew his name, before realizing that if he had been watching him then he obviously would have overheard it. “You could have asked.” He said sternly.

“This has been riveting, but I need to get back to work.” Renyr said, walking past the other men and sitting back at his easel. “Levi, we can talk more later.”

Cyrian checked his watch and quietly cursed under his breath. “I was supposed to be in the curator’s office five minutes ago. Levi, please follow me so we can get you set up.” Before the pair left the room, he turned and eyed Tam’len. “And YOU,” he said, his voice harsh with warning, “better not cause any more trouble.” He led Levael away before any response could come from the pregnant faerie.

Levael was led to the very next room over, and watched as Cyrian flew about hurriedly, setting up everything his customer would need. Easel, side table, chair, the music system, the water for the paints, all of it. “You can search for any songs you want on the stereo; it’s by artist or genre. And if Tam’len bothers you, let me know!” He called over his shoulder as he flew out.

And so the demon was left alone, nothing left to do but figure out what he would paint. Sighing, he gently rubbed his belly, trying to sort out what had just happened. Massaging the sides of his pregnant swell, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of the little ones inside of him. They were exercising their little legs and arms, causing their father’s bump to warp and shift. “I’m not sure what that was about either,” He said quietly, “If he’d just asked to feel I probably would have said yes…”

“Good to know!”

Levael was so startled by the voice behind him that he nearly fell out of his seat. He quickly turned around, and there was Tam’len, floating nearby and smiling mischievously. “You!”

“Look, I just wanted to apologize again. I’m sure you can sympathize though! You seem like a guy who can appreciate a nice belly when he sees one. You’re a man of taste. The quality of your own tum can attest to that.”

Levael turned and looked at his easel, arms crossed. As annoyed as he was, this faerie wasn’t doing a bad job of flattering him. And he did enjoy it when his belly received attention. He just didn’t like it when people touched him without permission.

“Here,” Tam’len said as he placed a piece of paper on Levael’s belly “take it.”

Raising an eyebrow, Levael picked up the paper and looked at it, seeing a series of numbers. “Is this your phone number?”

Tam’len grinned, unashamed with himself. “Yep! Let’s hang out sometime! I got a feeling we could both use some more friends who know what it’s like to lug around a baby in your belly all day.” He said, rubbing circles in his own enormous bump.

Silence. Levael didn’t have any answer to give without giving it some thought. Sure this guy was weird, but he was right that Levael could use some more friends. Three years he’d been living in Bohemia and so far he had no particular friends to speak of. Only people he got along with, and pretty much all of them were just his coworkers. And if he should gain a friend who knows what it’s like to be pregnant, all the better. Plus… if he was being completely honest… Tam’len had a pretty nice belly. Still…

“I don’t know. I don’t think I need a friend who can’t take the feelings of others into account.” He said, pointedly looking away from Tam’len.

But Tam’len was undeterred, and he floated around so Levael was looking at him again. “What about a friend you can be yourself around?”

Levael felt a sudden chill down his spine. To say he didn’t like the direction this conversation was taking would be an understatement. “What do you mean?” He asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure elves don’t have horns.”

Levael froze. His horns were hidden by his magic, yet Tam’len could see them? “How…?” His voice was shaking, quiet and small as he only barely managed to force out that one single word.

Tam’len grinned in response. “C’mon, us fae are known for being mischievous, aren’t we? Once you realize that we’re experts with glamors, it becomes obvious, doesn’t it? Who better to see past a magical disguise than a fae?”

A cold sweat ran down Levael’s skin as his mind raced with all the potential ways Tam’len could use his knowledge of the demon’s true race to ruin his life. “You have a funny way of making friends, you know that?” He asked quietly, his hands clenched into fists so tight his claw-like nails threatened to puncture his skin.

This question caused the smile to drop from Tam’len’s face. “Hey, don’t think I’m trying to blackmail you into anything. If you really don’t want to hang out, then fine. I’m not gonna force you to be my pal. I just thought maybe you’d appreciate having someone you don’t need to hide your true self around.” Gently, he placed a hand on Levael’s shoulder. His eyes no longer contained any trace of playfulness, now showing only concern, perhaps mixed with a bit of sympathy. “I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and guess that Levi isn't exactly a common name for demons. Does anyone outside of the underworld know your name? How long has it been since you’ve heard another person say it?”

Levael gulped, forcing himself to remain cool and not show how close to home those questions hit. Though he could feel tears beginning to well in his eyes, he forced his face to remain neutral. “Levael,” he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper, “my name is Levael.”

“Nice to meet you, Levael.” Tam’len said, his grin returning to his face. How he had managed to hear the other man beneath the music others were playing was a mystery, but Levael decided it wasn’t worth questioning right now. “How’s about you pet my belly this time, eh?” The faerie moved aside what little cloth was covering his swollen womb, baring the pale sphere of his pregnancy to the other man.

A small smile passed over Levael’s face. “Well… Okay.” He placed his hands on the tummy in front of him, gently stroking and petting it. The baby inside shifted and rolled, causing the entire belly to shift and warp in a manner one would consider either comical or grotesque. Levael gasped and pulled his hands away, his reaction causing Tam’len to snicker.

“What’s the matter? Not used to this much movement?” He teased, giving his bump a playful smack. His baby responded with another dramatic motion. A little foot pressed out toward the demon, its outline clear through the skin. Though, it looked a bit bigger than it should be…

Tam’len took Levael’s hands and placed them back on his belly, allowing him to feel the next wave of movement. As the unborn infant moved, Levael could quite clearly feel different parts of the baby. The knees, the head, the feet, just about everything. Tam’len wasn’t carrying multiples, his belly was stuffed with one single, big baby.

“Pretty sweet gut, eh?” The faerie said, patting the very top of his bump.

Levael merely nodded, his attention transfixed on the lively belly beneath his touch. He loved his own belly plenty, but the chance to feel someone else’s lively womb was fairly rare for him ever since leaving the underworld. Tam’len’s belly was flawless, with absolutely no stretch marks or blemishes to speak of. His skin was soft, but just underneath it felt oh-so firm and tight as a drum. His belly button was popped out, a fat little nub sitting on the apex of his pregnancy like a crown upon the head of royalty. “Your belly button looks like mine.” Levael said with a smile, lifting what little cloth of his blouse that was covering his navel.

“Awwww, what a cute lil button.” Tam’len purred, giving the exposed belly button a poke. Levael choked back a tiny moan in the back of his throat, causing Tam’len’s smile to grow wider as mischief gleamed in his eye. “Oh? Did I stumble upon something sensitive?” He teased, giving the navel a small flick. A small, quiet whine escaped the demon as he rubbed his thighs together, gripping his chair and fidgeting. “Hmm. Good to know.” Tam’len said with a small laugh. Thankfully, he decided to show mercy on Levael, and instead patted the other man’s tummy, then patted his head. “So what do you say? How’s about we chill sometime? Just two preggos, out on the prowl, painting the town red and getting into trouble.”

Taking deep breaths, Levael needed to take a second to calm himself down before he could reply. This faerie was a troublemaker, no doubt about it, yet he was empathetic enough to pick up on Levael’s loneliness. Having a friend who didn’t care that he was a demon sounded so, so nice. The chance to be his authentic self… To not have to hear someone use a name he felt nothing for…

I can at least give him a chance. It’s not like I can’t walk away if I don’t like him.

Levael didn’t stop Tam’len from patting his head, without realizing he’d actually been leaning into it. “Well… Okay.” He said, nodding. “But I could do without the trouble.”

Tam’len grinned and moved his hand to Levael’s shoulder. “Light mischief it is, then.” He placed the demon’s hands back on his his belly, eyeing Levael’s bump as he did. “Mind if I return the favor?”

Blushing, Levael nodded. Tam’len floated a bit lower and placed his hands on the offered belly, happily and greedily rubbing away. “Oh yeah. This is definitely one of the best bellies I’ve ever seen.” Looking up at the man whose belly he was fondling, he snickered as he noted how Levael’s blush deepened. He gently pressed around the stuffed womb beneath his touch, feeling all of the babies within. “Ooh, you’ve got a whole litter in there, don’t you?” He cooed as he felt the unborn kick and roll, “Feels like they’re having fun.”

“Your belly is nice too,” Levael said, “it’s so smooth and soft.”

“Hey, thanks! But so’s yours, y’know. Or are you just being modest?”

The two men sat there for a time, rubbing and stroking each other’s tummies, feeling the movements of their wombs’ occupants, and complimenting each other. Engrossed in the sensation of bellies, Levael was startled when he heard someone clear his throat. He whipped his head around, and there floated Cyrian. “Cyrian!” He yelped as he quickly stumbled to his feet. The two fae had to catch him from tripping over in his haste. Hurriedly fixing his clothes and clearing his throat, Levael tried to calm himself down and put an end to his intense blushing.

“Your time’s up.” Cyrian stated, his voice professional and non-judgemental of what he’d walked (or rather floated) in on. He looked at his customer’s canvas, noting how it was as blank as it had been when he left Levael alone. “It looks like you didn’t get much painting done.”

“Oh…” Levael followed Cyrian’s gaze and noticed that he had indeed accomplished nothing over the two hours he’d been there.

“Would you like to extend your time?” Cyrian asked.

“Ah, that’s not necessary.” Levael shook his head. “I think I’m done for today.”

Cyrian nodded. “I see.” He looked back and forth between his customer and his friend, then addressed the demon once more. “Was Tam’len bothering you at all? It didn’t look like he was when I came in, but I figure I’d better ask anyway.”

Tam’len stuck out his tongue at his friend, then flew off and phased through the ceiling. “Oh no, he wasn’t bothering me at all.” Levael said with a shake of his head.

“Good to hear. I never know with him.” Cyrian said, arms crossed. “Since you didn’t wind up actually doing anything today, I’ll see if I can’t get you a refund.” When Levael opened his mouth to protest, Cyrian cut him off. “Don’t bother arguing, I’m going to do it even if you make me promise I won’t.” He smiled. “A friend of Renyr’s is a friend of mine, after all.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Levael said. He began packing up the paints he had purchased, then looked to Cyrian, who was putting everything else away. “Cyrian, can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

Levael took a deep breath and looked the fae in the eye. “Were you able to see past my disguise the whole time?”

Cyrian was quiet as he looked down at the floor, then up at the demon. “I figured it’s not my business.”

Silence passed between the two. It figured that if Tam’len had been able to see his true self, then so would Cyrian. “Please don’t say anything to Renyr.”

“I understand why you need to hide yourself. I still don’t like that you’re lying to my friend.”

“Please.” Levael begged.

Another moment of silence, then Cyrian gave a small nod. “Alright. But please tell him sooner rather than later.”

Levael nodded. “I’ll tell him. Just… I need to know him more first. I can’t just reveal myself to someone I only met a few days ago.”

Cyrian nodded, the sympathy he felt clear on his face as his eyes softened. “I get that. For what it’s worth, Renyr’s never seemed to have any problem with demons. I hope that helps.”

Hearing those words, Levael felt his heart flutter a bit as a new feeling of hope planted itself within. Sure, it was possible that Renyr’s issues with demonkind were something he kept to himself, hence why Cyrian had never seen it. But it was equally possible that Renyr was simply someone who felt no grudge against his people. Levael decided he would hold out for the latter possibility until it was proven otherwise. “It does. Thank you.” Cyrian saw Levael to the door of the artists’ area, and the demon turned to look at him. “Cyrian? I have a few questions more.”

“Go ahead.” Cyrian nodded.

“First, if you’re assistant curator, why are you the one seeing to someone renting out space instead of a lower employee?” Levael asked, head tilted.

Immediately, Cyrian’s smile became strained. It would seem this was perhaps a sore spot of some kind. “My boss-”

“Is an asshole!”

Both men looked up where the voice was coming from and saw Tam’len poking his head down through the ceiling. “Tam’len!” Cyrian cried. The other fae replied by poking out his tongue and disappearing again. Sighing, Cyrian rubbed his temples and looked back to Levael with his forced smile once more, though it looked to be equally tired this time. “Let’s just say my boss expects much of me. Your other question?”

“Um, yes. Since you already know that I’m… I’m…” Levael took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage to say it before deciding that the best way to do so would be to simply force the words out before his mind had a chance to think about it. “that I’m a demon, when no one is around, would you call me Levael?”

The smile that crossed Cyrian’s face immediately caused the knot in Levael’s stomach to loosen. “Sure thing, Levael.” The faerie said.

Hearing someone use his real name lifted a weight from Levael’s shoulders, one he hadn’t known had been there while also realizing how it had been binding him. How was it that simply hearing someone use his name made him feel so free? Why was something so small making his heart feel as though it was being lifted from a dark pit?

“Thank you.” Levael said quietly, unable to control the smile spreading across his face. “I’ll see you around.” He waved goodbye and began walking back to the entrance, catching Renyr at a vending machine on his way out. “Hello again, Renyr.”

Renyr looked at Levael, smiling. “Hey there. Heading out for the day?”

“That’s right. How about you?”

“I’ve still got some time left. I want to get some more work done on my draft before I head home for the day.” He reached into the machine and pulled out a bag of chips. “Might I offer you a snack?” He asked, shaking the small bag enticingly.

Levael chuckled. “I appreciate the offer, but I think you might need it more if you’re still going to be working here for a while.” As if to argue with him, Levael’s belly gave a loud growl, his babies kicking and punching in demand of food. “Oof…” He groaned, rubbing the sides of his tummy.

“Sounds like you’ve been outvoted.” Renyr laughed.

“Maybe so, but this isn’t a democracy. I’ll get them some real food instead.” He said, smiling down at his bump as he patted it reassuringly.

Renyr looked down to the belly before him, then back up to Levael. “Mind if I feel?”

Levael nodded, perhaps a bit more eager than he’d like to have come across. “Yes, go ahead.” He said, trying to catch his breath as he felt his heart begin to pick up its pace.

Renyr placed his hands on the lovely bump, rubbing it softly. “Hey in there, you need to go easy on your daddy. You’ll get your food soon.” One of the babies inside rolled, causing the disguised demon’s belly to visibly warp and shift before sharply kicking Renyr’s hand. “Geez, these guys are impatient.” He grinned up at Levael.

Blushing, Levael laughed awkwardly. “Hah, yeah, they’ve got some big appetites.” He said. He decided to leave out the part where they were probably also annoyed by his racing heart. “I suppose I do too.”

“In that case, let’s get ourselves a nice lunch sometime,” The elven man suggested, “I have a feeling that’s a date these guys would agree to.” He said as he patted Levael’s pregnant swell.

“O-Oh yes, they’d enjoy that very much.” Levael said, nodding quickly. “Should I call you later? I have the night off work today.”

“Oh yeah? That’s good. I’ll give you a call once I get back home.” Renyr checked his watch, his smile running away from his face as he did so. “Dammit. For now though, I gotta get back to work. I’ll see you soon, Levi.” He gave the belly a few goodbye pats, and turned and began walking back to his space, then paused and looked over his shoulder. “By the way, your belly looks really cute today.”

Upon hearing these words, Levael began blushing profusely, his mind short circuiting and his face blushing furiously. “I-I-I’m glad you- Um, I mean, um, th-thanks!” He said quickly before turning and hurrying away before he could further embarrassing himself. The rest of the gallery became a blur as he scurried out, not even noticing the vampire at the front desk telling him to have a nice day. He only paused once when, in his hurry, he’d run into the door, squashing his belly and leaving him feeling quite embarrassed from all the stares it had no doubt earned him.

Once outside, Levael paused to catch his breath. His heart was about to pound its way out of his chest, and his babies were throwing a fit inside his womb. First they had been denied food, then bothered by the sound of his racing heart, THEN squished against the door, and now they’d been bounced around as he ran out of the building. Two of them decided to take revenge with targeted strikes against his ribs and cervix. “Ow! I’m sorry!” Levael whimpered. “We’ll go get food now, okay?” He huffed, stroking his belly in an attempt to calm its tenants.

As he began to walk toward the bus stop, he heard a giggling behind him. Looking back, he saw Tam’len floating behind him, grinning and snickering. “Aww, now wasn’t that cute? I think I see good times in store.” With a giggle and a grin and a cheeky wink, Tam’len shrank down to the size one would assume a faerie to be based on children’s stories. He was small enough to fit in one’s palm, especially for someone as large as Levael. Looking like a ball of blue light, he flew off before the demon could ask what he’d meant.

Levael paused for a moment, trying to figure out what Tam’len had meant before his thoughts were interrupted by another loud stomach growl and another kick against his cervix. Groaning and rubbing his belly, Levael walked off toward the bus stop deciding that right now he should focus on where to get lunch. Maybe a buffet. Still, as he sat on the bus stroking his swollen womb, thoughts of Renyr complimenting his belly kept replaying in his mind. Levael had to pinch himself to stop from squealing like an infatuated schoolgirl, and decided then and there that after lunch, he would go home and wait there until he got Renyr’s call. And if his growling gut was any indication, getting enough food to satisfy his stomach and his babies would probably take up a good chunk of time.

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