Mating Season

by Codie_coda

Summary:

After refusing to give Ale time off for mating season Crimson learns the hard way of how sharks behavior changes during this time

Chapter 1

With mating season quickly approaching uncertainty wavered within Ale. He had put in a request for time off in hopes of the possibility of starting a family of his own, but he was yet to get confirmation of it. Typically, mating season was something he'd struggle through on his own safely avoiding his boss, but this year that wouldn't be an option for him. Time off was something he had to have.

"Sir?" Ale called, making a small interruption in Crimson's schedule. "Do you have a minute?"

Crimson barely peered up from his work, his gaze cold and unwelcoming. That should have been Ale's first clue of how this interaction would go down.

"Make it quick.." Crimson grimaced, annoyance showing through in his tone. "I have work to do.."

"I was wondering if you approved the request I put in for time off.." Ale began, trying his hardest to stay professional. "..for mating season."

"I'm not giving you time off just so you can get your dick wet.." Crimson countered, continuing to work. "Hell, I'd like to take some time off too but I can't, therefore neither can you. I need protection, Ale."

Ale knew this could be his last chance at starting a family and knowing that made Crimson's decision to deny him time off hit harder than it should have. As much as he knew he should, Ale refused to take no for an answer, not this time. This was his last chance.

"Can't you get someone else to bodyguard you?" Alessio asked, unintentionally letting his tone slip. "I need this time off."

"Ale, I'll give you a choice.." Crimson started, tone raising dangerously. "You can either get your ass back to work and quit bothering me with this shit.. or we can take a little boat ride then you can get time off indefinitely. Sound fun?"

Seeing Crimson this pissed off, Ale knew he wouldn't be getting his time off. Knowing he'd never get his family hurt to think about, but at least he'd be alive. He was just better off leaving the imp alone for now.

"I'll be going now.." Ale noted, taking his leave. "Sorry for bothering you."

"Who does he think he is.." Crimson muttered after hearing the door close shut. "..asking for time off and shit.. ungrateful bastard."

Crimson didn't see Ale for a while after that though with the interaction they had he just assumed the shark was still sulking. It wasn't until he noticed his crew started acting weird that he realized mating season was here.

The way some of his crew began looking at him made Crimson feel uncomfortable, that's when he decided to go find Ale. The shark wasn't ever supposed to be too far from him for this reason alone. He needed bodyguarding.

"Ale?" Crimson called, knocking on Ale's bedroom door. "Ale I need bodyguarding!"

A low predatory growl could be heard from inside, but the door didn't open. Immediately Crimson assumed the worst. He wasn't going to stand Ale doing this to him, he really was gonna kill him this time.

Finding the door unlocked, Crimson didn't hesitate to push his way inside. To his surprise, Ale was alone, but he too was acting differently. Crimson didn't understand this.

"The hell is the matter with everyone?" Crimson questioned, closing the door behind him. "You're supposed to be bodyguarding me. I think some of the crew is plotting against me.. should have seen the way they were looking at me."

"Crimson I can't today.." Ale contended, trying to keep his shit together while also remaining professional. "..just not today."

"What do you mean not today!?" Crimson snapped angrily. "I ain't given ya no time off Ale!"

Once again, Crimson heard that predatory growl. The shark was quick to lunge at him, slamming him onto the floor. Crimson couldn't stop his vision from blurring as his head connected to the floor, fear and pain seeping through him as he felt the shark's teeth against his skin. Ale was trying to kill him.

"Get the fuck off me!" Crimson yelled, fighting against the shark. "You can't do this to me!"

It took Crimson a minute to realize Ale was tearing his clothes away, leaving him exposed. The more he struggled, the harder Ale bit down to keep him in place. The pain shot through Crimsons body and the growling never stopped.

Ale wasn't in control here, he was purely acting on instinct and the need to breed. Crimson's ass had been just as enticing to him as it had been to the other sharks. He was looking to claim Crimson before any of them got a chance to. It was just in his nature.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you Ale!" Crimson yelled, unable to move with the way he was pinned to the ground. "I'll kill you.."

Unbuckling his belt, Ale didn't bother preparing Crimson before pushing inside, pain igniting in them both. The stretch was enough to tear Crimson open, the blood only acting as a minor assistance as Ale eased his way deeper. Crimson's claws dug into the hardwood floor below as he muffled his screams.

"Fuck.." Ale panted, beginning to thrust in and out of the imp. "Gonna breed this ass.."

Crimson was shaking under him, quiet sobs escaping him as Ale pounded into him from behind. This wasn't the shark Crimson knew, this was a monster in disguise. He wanted the Ale that protected him from this kinda hurt. He needed him.

"Shhh.." Ale hushed, his thrusts only growing more aggressive. "Almost done.. taking it so well."

The sobs only grew louder the deeper Ale went but he was determined to plant his seed. He needed to breed the imp, it was out of his control.

"That's it.." Ale groaned, gripping the imps ass for dear life as he came. "Fucking take it.."

When the shark finally came down from his high he crawled off the imp allowing his cock to slip free. Crimson's body had finally given out near the end rendering him unconscious. Ale knew then that he had really fucked up this time.

Chapter 2

The injuries Crimson sustained during their nonconsensual mating session has been bad, very bad to the point the pain gave way to slipping Crimson into an unconscious state. Ale wasn't sure when Crimson was going to wake again, but he knew he didn't want to be here when he did. Crimson was gonna kill him and a part of Ale knew he deserved it. He needed to leave.

The doctors had done their best to attend to Crimson, stitching up the tears Ale had caused, not allowing the shark to see him at all. Ale wasn't even sure Crimson was gonna make it when he left, but he knew if he did then he'd find out soon enough. He needed to find a place to hide, somewhere Crimson wouldn't think to look. That's when he got an idea to hide at the estate.

Hiding in plain sight seemed like the best course of action for the time being as none of greed would be safe for him. The moment Crimson awakened the hunt would begin, one to kill Ale for what he had done to him. At least at the estate Ale would be aware of what was happening.

It was days before Crimson woke up and by then Ale had safely hidden himself away. The pain Crimson felt was practically unbearable but he only had one thing set on his mind, finding the shark who caused it. There were many different emotions going through him at that moment, but anger was the most apparent. Ale hurt him and he wouldn't stand letting him walk free.

"Where's Ale?" Crimson questioned, clenching his teeth as he sat up. "Where the fuck is he?"

"He had some business to attend to.." One of his men explained, sitting by to guard the imp. "You should take it easy sir.."

Based on the look the man had it was clear he didn't understand what kinda injuries the imp had sustained, something Crimson was grateful for. Letting it get out that he had become Ale's breeding bitch would be devastating.

"Find him.." Crimson ordered, his tone sending a shiver down the man's spine. "..and when you do bring him to me."

"Right away sir." The man sputtered out, quickly exiting the room leaving the imp alone, unguarded.

With the pain Crimson was in and with the injuries he had sustained he couldn't fight back against an attacker even if his life depended on it.

"Damn shark.." Crimson cursed, completely unaware the shark could hear him from the vent. "Didn't have to be so fucking rough.."

The ventilation system traveled all through the estate, it was the perfect way for Ale to maneuver about without being seen. He had been preoccupying the vent closeness to Crimson when he heard the imp speak. He was happy to see that Crimson was alive and well.

Assuming he was alone, Crimson gently began to remove his clothes examining the damage that had been done to him. Some of the bite marks Ale had left were already beginning to scar over, a permanent reminder of the event.

"Fucking hell.." Crimson sighed, covering himself back up as a feeling of shame seeped through him.

Crimson didn't want to stay awake for this, after sending his men out to find Ale, Crimson decided to get some rest. It was already beginning to get late and with the mix of pain, difficult emotions, and the cocktail of drugs going through his body it was all too much for to bare. He knew a good night's sleep could do him well.

Ale kept a close eye on the imp throughout the night, even managing to slip out of the vent to check on him. The imp had a difficult time falling asleep due to the pain. Typically Ale would be there to provide what relief he could but with everything that happened he knew it wasn't a good idea.

"Ale.." Crimson muttered, startling the shark.

It took Ale a moment to realize the imp was still asleep and just having a bad dream. Crimson didn't usually talk in his sleep, only doing so on the rare occasion he got badly hurt. It was probably due to the drugs he had been taking in an effort to ease some of the discomfort and speed up the healing process. Ale couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, one strong enough to cause him to do something foolish.

"You're alright.." Ale whispered, bringing himself down on the imps level. "Everything's okay.."

Feeling for the shark, Crimson took Ale's hand into his arms. The unconscious imp seeming to find a sense of comfort in it. This was something Ale allowed, after everything he had done the shark was willing to give the imp all the comfort he could even at the cost of his life or his hand for that matter.

It wasn't until dawn that Ale pulled his hand away, slipping back into the vent where he once came. Crimson wouldn't wake for several more hours giving Ale enough time to get some sleep of his own.

It was late in the evening when the shark heard talking again, but this time it was coming from Crimson's office. The manhunt was still going on and he was still yet to be found.

"Have you located the shark?" Crimson demanded, seeming impatient. "Speak up already!"

"I'm sorry Sir, but we were unable to find him, Sir." One of Crimson's men spoke up, fear radiating in his voice. "He doesn't seem to be anywhere in Greed.."

"Keeping looking.." Crimson demanded, tone no longer as angry as before. "Don't stop until you find him."

Quietly, Ale slipped deeper into the vent. He knew he couldn't keep hiding forever. The hunt wouldn't be over until he was found. However, Crimson's sudden shift in tone made Ale want to hide a little bit longer, or at least long enough to find out what was going on.

Chapter 3

It was late one night when Ale crawled out of the vent and by then he knew he had been caught. He hadn't expected the imp to be up at this hour and when Crimson's eyes fell onto him he knew it was all over. He was going to die.

"Ale you want to explain to me why you were in that vent before I blow your fucking brains out?" Crimson snapped aggressively, already reaching for his gun. "Might just go ahead and do it anyway.. Where the fuck were you!?"

Crimson could see the fear in the shark's eyes and in that moment the anger he held seemed to drift away. If anything he felt relieved that Ale was here and that he had never truly left. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way.

"Pull that shit again and I really will kill ya.." Crimson sighed, tucking his gun away once more. "Get back to work.."

"Wait.. you're letting me live after what I've done?" Ale asked in disbelief, uncertainty wavering in what he was hearing.

"Don't make me change my mind." Crimson snapped, heading towards his office. "I work to do.. and so do you."

Ale was left there standing speechless. Was Crimson really not gonna kill him? The whole interaction seemed strange to Ale, but he decided it was probably best not to question it and just got back to work.

After learning Ale's method in hiding with the ventilation system, Crimson made him seal it off so no one could get in or out. A part of Ale wished he could keep it open as it was actually a very comfortable place to nap, but he closed it off no less.

"Are you feeling alright sir?" Ale asked, taking notice of Crimson gnawing on one of his pens. "You look a bit stressed."

"Your one talk after running out on me for a fucking week.." Crimson retorted, not letting up from his pen. "Scared.. I'll give you a reason to be scared, alright.."

"I'm sorry sir.." Ale apologized once more as he sealed up the last of the vents. "There.. all closed up."

Crimson in turn just waved him off dismissively, too focused on his pen to say much else. The need to chew on something wasn't new but lately it seemed heightened. He had already chewed two pens to an unusable state. He wasn't sure what was happening.

"Ale.. fetch me a new pack of pens.." Crimson ordered, barely looking up. "oh.. and something meaty.. I'm hungry."

"Seal meat sir?" Ale questioned, his voice raising ever so slightly with concern and curiosity.

"That sounds good. " Crimson muttered, still yet chewing away. "Now hurry up!"

Ale was quick to do as he was told collecting the meat only to see the imp scarf it down without hesitation. He knew Crimson didn't even like seal meat so the act caused some concern. Ale wasn't sure exactly how the imps anatomy worked but he almost assumed that the imp was pregnant.

"Is this all of it?" Crimson questioned, snatching the pack of pens. "I'm still hungry.."

"I'm afraid that's all of it.." Ale answered with a bit of hesitance. "I can buy you some more if you'd like?"

"No, no.. I want you to steal me some more." Crimson corrected, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "The thievery gives it more flavor."

The shark wasn't exactly sure how that could be true but then again he had no room to refuse the imp. If Crimson wanted stolen seal meat then the imp was gonna get his stolen seal meat.

"Yes sir.." Ale nodded, turning to make his leave. "I'll get right on that."

"You know what?" Crimson spoke up, causing the shark to stop in his tracks. "Get someone else to do it.. I'm not letting you out of my sight after the little stunt you pulled."

Ale knew he was gonna be on probation for a while after this, so he sent a few men out to do the job for him. Sealing seal meat wasn't too hard of a job and Crimson was able to continue his snacking soon after that. The amount he was consuming was also strange.

"Crim.." Ale spoke hesitantly, taking his place next to the imp. "Can we talk?"

"You're not getting any of my meat Ale.." Crimson hissed, filling his mouth full of the stuff. "Part of your punishment.."

"Can male imps get pregnant?" Ale asked, being out with it. "You hate seal meat. You practically banned it from the estate."

Crimson paused for a moment then scoffed at the idea. He couldn't be pregnant, sure he had heard of rare instances of male imps having babies, but an off craving was nothing to get excited about. The idea was stupid.

"I'm just hungry Ale.." Crimson stated, following his eyes. "Quit putting ideas in my head.. I ain't pregnant."

Even with the confidence the imp held, Ale just couldn't be sure of that. He knew Crimson well and with everything that happened for this behavior just to be a fluke sounded unlikely.

"Then you won't mind taking a test then?" Ale challenged, knowing it would be the one way to be certain of it.

"Fine.." Crimson agreed, glaring at the shark. "And when you see it's negative, you'll owe me an apology."

Getting a test was an easy task as they still had some on hand from when he and his wife were trying for Moxxie. As old as they were he was fairly certain they still worked, but just in case he took three.

Both he and Ale waited impatiently for the results. The shark was almost certain he had bred the imp, but Crimson was less than convinced. The tests would decide their fate.

Negative.. Negative.. and Negative.

"Told you." Crimson remarked, a strange feeling remaining as he stared down at the tests. "You owe me an apology."

Chapter 4

Crimson's strange cravings and odd behaviors only seemed to worsen with time and were soon accompanied by morning sickness. At this point even Crimson was beginning to doubt the tests. Ale had proven himself and was finally removed from probation therefore he wasn't aware of the sickness, at least not yet.

Deciding that it was probably best to take another test, Crimson left the estate early that morning. He didn't want Ale to suspect anything more especially after the lecture he had given the shark on assuming shit. This was something he'd just have to find out on his own and go from there.

Crimson wasn't exactly sure what type of tests to get so he ended up getting one of each. It would help him be certain in case one didn't work or was a fluke. He wanted to be certain that his suspicions were correct before letting on to the shark that he may have been bred.

After getting the tests Crimson made his way back home, slipping into the bathroom before anyone could see what he was doing. He had to know. It didn't take him long to take the tests. All that was left was the wait. The long agonizing wait.

"Crim?" Ale called, knocking on the bathroom door. "Everything alright?"

By the time Ale had gotten around to asking, the tests were still yet to be complete. They still needed a few more minutes and Crimson didn't want the shark to know what he was up to. He didn't want Ale to know that he may have been right until he knew for sure, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Yeah!" Crimson yelled, watching and waiting. "Just- Just redoing the bandages!"

Ale couldn't help but worry when he heard the inconsistency in Crimson's voice. He knew the imp had probably ripped his stitches again and would need his help. Ale didn't bother saying anything else before letting himself in.

"Crim?" Ale called, his eyes falling on the imp to realize he wasn't hurt at all. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a few more tests.." Crimson admitted, a bit of shame in his voice. "Started to feel sick whenever I woke up.. there were other synonyms I'd rather not talk about.. I thought it'd be good to check again."

Just as Crimson expected, Ale seemed to light up with the realization, a hint of hope igniting once more within him. He still had a chance, a chance to be a father, a chance to have a family with Crimson.

"Have you checked them yet?" Ale questioned, almost a bit too eagerly for Crimsons liking.

"Not yet.." Crimson admitted, walking back over to the cabinet. "They should be done by.. now"

On the counter sat all of the tests. One by one they lit up with little plus signs. The realization that he was pregnant was almost too much for the imp.

"And?" Ale questioned, taking a look for himself. "Crim.."

"I know.." Crimson sighed, not seeming nearly as happy as the shark about the news. "Why is this happening?

"You always wanted an heir.." Ale reminded, trying to be positive as the tests. "Maybe it was just meant to be.."

"Yeah.." Crimson sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I guess that's one way of looking at things.."

In truth, the idea of having a baby scared the absolute hell out of Crimson. There were so many risks involved, over a hundred things could go wrong. It was hard to see the positives over all the negatives.

"I'm not so sure I want to keep it.." Crim spoke up, tossing the tests into the trash.

There was one test Ale held onto. He wanted this baby, wanted it more than anything, but it was Crimson's choice. Crimson was scared and for good reason.

"You don't have to make a decision yet.." Ale quickly reminded, shifting to sit closer to the imp. "Just.. give it some time to think it over."

Crimson silently nodded in agreement. Time to think was really what he needed. With all the nausea he was feeling it probably wasn't the best time to make a decision. His whole world had been turned upside down and inside out.

"I think I'll head back to bed for a while.." Crimson muttered, getting up. "Wake me when dinner is ready."

Looking down at the test, Ale couldn't help but smile. This was his chance, his chance to have his family. He had every reason to be happy and yet something still didn't feel right. Crimson didn't feel right.

Ale had always had strange feelings towards the imp, ones that couldn't be explained away like Crimson tried to. when he had seen him come into his bedroom that night he felt a need to make him his and acted on it. His actions nearly led himself to getting killed but it felt right in a way. His actions caused this family of theirs. He wanted Crimson to want this too. He wanted Crimson to want him too. He wanted this all to work for them, but it seemed unlikely.

Crimson's views on queerness as a whole were very clear. He didn't want his crew to know what happened between them and he most definitely wouldn't want them finding out Ale had knocked him up. As much as Ale wanted this family and Crimson as a whole, the idea of it just didn't seem likely.

The only thing that gave Ale hope was the imp's need for an heir. He had seen what extent the imp would go with Moxxie, he just hoped Crimson would go just a bit further than that for him.

"Ale?" Crimson called, uncomfortably. "Ale I need bodyguarding!"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Ale was quick to rush to the imp's side. Crimson was curled up in bed, unable to get comfortable. Something just didn't feel right to him. He needed Ale there.

"Get in bed with me.." Crimson ordered, lifting the blanket for the shark. "Hurry up.. I'm exhausted."

Doing as he was told Ale crawled into the bed only to have the imp crawl into his arms. It was a strange effort of affection he had never seen from the imp before. Typically if Crimson wanted him there he'd just have him sit in the chair. That's when Ale realized.. the hormones.

All of Crimson's strange behaviors could be explained away by the pregnancy hormones. The reason he didn't kill him. The sudden demand of affection. The mood swings.. though that one just might be crimson for who he is.

"Comfortable?" Ale questioned lightly, running his fingers through the imp's hair.

"Shut up.." Crimson muttered, closing his eyes making no effort to stop Ale. "..and don't stop.. that feels kinda nice."

"Of course sir.." Ale whispered, a smile forming on his face as the imp soon drifted off.

With everything being as it was, Ale had hope yet.

Chapter 5

Trying to convince Crimson to keep the baby seemed like a losing battle when the imp realized everything he'd have to give up for this. Crimson knew he wasn't in the best of health and there were already high risks with his age and the stress of his job. The whole idea just didn't seem like a good one, but Ale kept out hope.

"I don't know Ale.." Crimson muttered, snacking on the seal meat the shark had brought him. "Is an heir really worth it?"

"You want someone to carry on your legacy don't you?" Ale questioned, knowing how manipulative he was being. "It'd be a shame to see everything you worked so hard to crumble to the ground when you go.. maybe that hellhound group might take over your territory.. you know how badly they've wanted it."

Crimson didn't say anything in response to Ale, but he knew the shark had a point. There was no one to carry on his legacy. Moxxie was gone and Ale wouldn't live forever. Everything would crumble and die when he does. It was a horrible thought to have.

"Maybe you're right.." Crimson sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I do need an heir.."

"Damn right you do.. might even get six." Ale spoke up, immediately regretting his decision when he saw the look on the imps face. "Three?"

"What the fuck do you mean six?.." Crimson snapped, his eyes wide with fear. "What the hell aren't you telling me ya stupid shark!?"

"Well.. we usually come in multiples.. sir." Ale's explained rather nervously. "I have five brothers.. three sisters.. we all came together."

The thought of having that many kids absolutely terrified Crimson to his core. He thought sharks were the same as imps. The realization that this was even a possibility was absolutely terrifying.

"I can't do this Ale.." Crimson muttered, covering his face with his hands. "I can't.. I just can't."

"Sir.. I'm sure everything will be fine." Ale reassured, resting a hand on the imp's shoulder. "I'm here for you."

"I don't know Ale.. You're not the one who has to birth these little fucks.." Crimson hissed, glancing down at his stomach. "It's gonna be a rough nine months."

"Yeah about that.." Ale continued, regretfully. "It can take up to a year with sharks.. sometimes even longer"

The imp glared at Ale intently. The idea of being pregnant for a year sounded like hell within itself, one Crimson was sure he could handle.

"You bring those cocks anywhere near me again and I'll have them on my wall.." Crimson threatened, glaring at the shark with the means to kill. "Putting me through hell here Ale!"

"My apologies sir.." Ale stated, expressing a twinge of shame. "To be fair this all could have been avoided if you gave me the time off-"

Ale knew he fucked up then when the imp threw him out of his office, slamming the door behind him. This was a choice Crimson was just going to have to make for himself.

In truth Crimson didn't know what he wanted. He wanted an heir but he was scared. With everything that happened up until this point he was uncertain that he could even depend on the shark to be there. He didn't want to go through this alone.

There was a picture that sat on Crimson's desk, one of him and Ale together. It had been taken after a successful heist of theirs, one in which he saved Ale instead of the other way around. It was a photo he rather treasured.

"He would make a good father.." Crimson muttered to himself, trying to picture it. "He was good with Moxxie.."

Crimson knew his choice wouldn't be so hard if Moxxie had just turned out right. His bitch of an ex wife had ruined things for him. Ale would be his chance to do things right.

Ale wouldn't make the same mistakes he had with Moxxie. He wouldn't fuck things up like his wife had. If he had a kid with Ale, they'd be unstoppable.

As scary as his choice was, Crimson wanted this baby. He wanted this family with Ale. He just needed to make sure this was what the shark wanted, that he'd stick around. He didn't want to go through this alone.

Ale running out on him for a week had really put a damper on the imp's trust in the shark. Ale was a loyal employee but how loyal would be as something more than that? That was something Crimson needed to know.

"Ale?" Crimson called, calling the shark in once more. "I think we need to talk."

"About what, Crim?" Ale questioned, noticing how serious the imp was. "Is everything alright?"

"I think we need to talk about us.." Crimson continued, bracing himself for what was to come. "..and our relationship."

They both knew this was going to be a difficult conversation for them to have, but it was one that needed to be done.

Chapter 6

Having talks about feelings and things like that had never exactly been something Crimson and Alessio were necessarily good at, but seeing that they were about to bring a child into the world together Crimson knew they had too. He had always had some sort of feeling for Alessio. It wasn't something he was afraid to admit, but what he was afraid to admit was his loss of trust for the shark.

“I think we need to discuss where things are headed..” Crimson explained, watching the shark closely the entire time. “I think.. I want us to be something more. It would be best for the kids.”

“Are you saying you want us to get married?” Alessio asked, almost eagerly. “Crimson I—”

“No no!” Crimson backtracked quickly, standing up from his seat. “I don't want us to go rushing into this.. I think we should start from the beginning. I think we have some things we need to work through.”

Telling Alessio that he was questioning his loyalty certainly wasn't easy for Crimson, but the imp knew that if he didn't get it out now things would be a lot worse later. He needed Alessio, he needed the Alessio who knew before all this happened. He needed the Alessio who wouldn't leave him when everything went bad and he had to believe he was still in there somewhere.

“I need to know you won't just go and leave again.” Crimson explained, unable to face the shark directly. “It's not that I don't trust you Ale but.. you've done it once before. How do I know that's not gonna happen again?”

“Crimson..” Alessio said, getting up from his seat to approach him only to be pushed away. “I never left you.”

“Well you weren't exactly there either!” Crimson snapped, quickly grasping himself under control. “I'm sorry I just— I want this to work.. and that is why I think it's best for us to take it one step at a time. I love you.”

“I love you too..” Alessio responded, once again reaching for the imp. “Come here..”

And this time Crimson did.

Starting things from the beginning was hard for Alessio but certainly not in the way one would expect. Crimson wanted to take things slow and though that wasn't an issue for Alessio he often found himself being a bit pushy. He loved the imp and sometimes he just got a bit excited and it was starting to look like he had overstepped once again.

“I did it again..” Alessio sighed as Crimson ate, acknowledging how overboard he had gone on their dinner date. “..didn't I?”

“Well the romantic candle light dinner wasn't exactly what I meant by keeping things simple but.. it's nice.” Crimson acknowledged, taking a sip of water. “Though some wine would have certainly made this a whole lot better.”

“Sorry Crim but I don't think there will be any wine for a good while.” Alessio said jokingly, turning his attention to the imps stomach. “How's the morning sickness?”

“Don't bring that up in front of my steak..” Crimson complained, putting his fork down abruptly. “And stop looking.. if anything is showing it's not a baby it's from me eating too damn much damn seal meat.”

“Well I think you look perfect.” Alessio complimented, sipping his own wine. “Had the men bring in some more for you.. thought it might make a good late night snack.”

“You know me so well.” Crimson sighed, looking at the shark lovingly. “I trust you'll be joining me? I hate to dine alone..”

That certainly wasn't an offer Alessio was gonna pass up lightly. One of the best things about the change of their relationship to Alessio was sleeping together. It wasn't like they hadn't done it before the change but now that it had become a regular thing Alessio couldn't be happier.

“This is so fucking good..” Crimson groaned as he continued to stuff his face full of seal meat. “Alessio try some—”

“I think I'm good Crim..” Alessio responded, watching as the imp continued to enjoy his feast.

“Whatever you say Ale.” Crimson responded with a light shrug. “More for me.”

Although neither of them were ready to admit it, Alessio had too. Doing what he did certainly wasn't something he was proud of, but looking at crimson like this, he's glad he did and if he had a chance to go back there's no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't do it all over again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Crimson asked between bites, not stopping in the slightest before shoving more meat into his mouth. “Is there something on my face?”

“No.. no..” Alessio said with a smile, shaking his head. “I just— I just love you, that's all.”

“Don't start going soft on me Ale.” Crimson responded jokingly, sitting up in bed. “Here, try some.”

And this time Alessio did, if not just for Crimson's sake. The taste wasn't anything special, but with the way Crimson was chowing down on it you'd think it was the most addictive substance in all of hell, but that was the thing with baby sharks. When they craved something there would be no stopping them until they got it even if that meant Crimson would have to eat his bodyweight in seal meat.

“Why didn't you ever tell me this stuff was this good?” Crimson questioned tossing the empty plate to the side. “You're telling me I could have been enjoying myself this whole time?”

“I hate to be the one to tell you this but it's really not as good as you think it is.” Alessio explained, watching the imps look of disbelief. “It's just your mind playing tricks on you.. and the babies demand for meat.”

“I'm completely in control of myself Ale.” Crimson argued, almost getting upset over the accusation. “Not the babies.. Now go get me some more.”

“Anything you say Crim.” Alessio answered, crawling out of bed. “Anything you say..”

However unfortunately for Crimson, this certainly wouldn't be the only craving the babies would soon start demanding nor the only symptom. Things were about to start changing, neither of them were exactly sure if those changes would be for the better or for the worse.

Chapter 7

It wasn't like Alessio hadn't anticipated for Crimson's cravings to continue to elevate as the pregnancy continued to progress, but he had never imagined that Crimson would go from craving seal meat one day to craving him the next. Cannibalistic cravings weren't exactly unheard of for sharks, but Alessio had assumed with Crimson being an imp that the chances of him getting such cravings were unlikely, but that doubt didn't prevent Crimson from waking him up by biting his tail while he was asleep.

“You know, I don't usually have an issue being bitten, but you could at least warn me.” Alessio stated after ripping his tail free from the imps grasp, expecting the bite. “It actually looks like you were trying to take out a piece of my flesh— Crimson.”

“I just wanted to know what you tasted like.” Crimson attempted to justify, showing no remorse for his actions. “If you're not gonna need that, give it back.”

“I certainly do need my tail, Crim.” Alessio hesitantly responded, keeping his tail out of the imps reach. “Is this a craving you're having because it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's quite common for sharks to experience cannibalistic urges—”

“It's not a craving.” Crimson denied a bit too forcefully, eyeing the shark. “Though now that you mention it there is something I have been craving as of lately. It is your job to keep me satisfied.”

It wasn't exactly unheard of for the sex drive to skyrocket while pregnant, but that didn't mean Aless was any less surprised, especially considering the things Crimson had said about keeping his cocks away from him. This pregnancy was undoubtedly the shark's greatest accomplishment and it seemed like the rewards never stopped coming from it. He could only imagine what kinda pups it'd bring.

“It's not like I can get any more pregnant.” Crimson mentioned, stripping himself of his clothes before pulling down the shark's boxers to have a look at the merchandise. “Now to see what I'm working with.”

Though this was far from the first time Crimson had seen the shark's cocks, this was the first time he had ever gotten the opportunity to get a proper feel of them. Well, with the exception of when they had forcefully bred him, and now getting a proper look at their size, it wasn't much of a surprise that they had managed to rip him open.

“If we're going to do this I'm going to be in charge.” Crimson stated, giving each cock a quick pump. “Last thing I need is more stitches because you can't control yourself.”

“In that case you might wanna prepare yourself..” Alessio mentioned, knowing with their size difference there would be a good chance Crimson would hurt himself regardless. “..I could always help.”

“I don't think you deserve the pleasure of that.” Crimson countered, wasting no time retrieving the lubricant out of his bedside drawer. “Be thankful I'm giving you the privilege of watching me.”

With that, Crimson got to work pouring a few drops of the clear fluid onto his fingers before beginning to work himself open in front of the shark. The initial stretch gave him a sense of discomfort but it didn't take him long before he had worked himself up to the second knuckle. Obscene sounds filled the room with every thrust his fingers made in and out of his hole. It didn't take Crimson long to work himself open just enough to take the shark without any major risk, but a bit of uncertainty remained as he eyed Alessio's hardened cocks.

“There ain't no way both are going to fit, so I'll take this one.” Crimson mentioned, applying a generous amount of lubricant to his favorite cock. “This one has the slight curve I like.”

It took Crimson a moment to work the shark's cock into him before slowly lowering himself down. The cock was a lot bigger than his fingered and it took him longer to adjust before Crimson was able to properly ride the shark the way he wanted. With every thrust it seemed Alessio only struggled more to contain himself and it didn't take long before he began giving a few small hip thrusts anytime Crimson dared to slow down.

“Always so damn needy..” Crimson groaned, guiding the shark's hands onto his waist to help guide him. “..just don't get too rough.”

“Thank you..” Alessio panted, wasting no time thrusting up into the imp practically using him as his own personal fuck toy. “You have no idea how much I wanted this.”

“I have a feeling..” Crimson admitted, throwing his head back as the shark grinded into just the right place. “Oh fuck, Sharky..”

It didn't take long before Alessio began to near completion and Crimson could feel it too. Grabbing Alessio's free cock he began to pump it alongside its own until hot cum spilled all over the shark's stomach. Crimson milked each cock for all that it was worth.

“Pull that cock out of me and you'll regret it..” Crimson snapped, enjoying the warmth. “It's right where it belongs.. inside me.”

“We really should clean up, Crimson.” Alessio acknowledged despite already realizing that the imp had no intention of letting him do so. “Come on, a bath could do us some good.”

“As long as that cock stays inside me I'm happy.” Crimson reiterated, resting his head against the shark as he was carried off towards the bathroom. “Make sure we have lots of bubbles.”

With that, Alessio joined crimson for a bath. Alessio already had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last time Crimson would have this kind of craving, but it wouldn't be until later that he'd see just how right he'd be. This pregnancy was truly a miracle.

Chapter 8

Crimson knew that the growing pups inside him would eventually make themselves known, but he had never really anticipated that it would be this soon into the pregnancy that he would begin showing. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it didn't take long for Alessio's demeanor to change because of it. The way the shark had become obsessed with his stomach bothered Crimson on multiple levels and despite how apparent the imp made this known, Alessio just wouldn't stop touching him.

“Alessio, I swear if you don't stop touching my damn stomach I'm going to cut your hands off and feed them to your pups.” Crimson suddenly snapped, removing the shark's hands from him once again. “For fuck sake you're wrinkling my good dinner shirt. You better find time to iron these wrinkles out before dinner.”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to.” Alessio apologized, attempting to justify his actions. “I just wanted to spend some quality time with our pups.”

“No, you just want to feel how fucking fat I've gotten.” Crimson argued, an obvious bit of insecurity showing through. “I've seen the way you look at me, so don't even try and deny it either.”

This accusation honestly came as a complete surprise to the shark, but not because of how unbelievable it was, rather because of how many times he had fantasized seeing Crimson like this. In truth the idea of stuffing Crimson with his spawn had been one of his favorite fantasies for as long as he could remember. The idea that Crimson would ever take him starring in a negative light was practically laughable.

“I like the way you look.” Alessio claimed, conveniently leaving out how long he's imagined him like this. “I actually find it rather attractive.”

“Sure you do.” Crimson scoffed in disbelief, assuming it to be lies. “There ain't nothing attractive about this, Ale.”

“Crim, I'm going to say this once and only once.” Alessio spoke clearly, his tone shifting to something more serious. “You have no idea how many times I've gotten off to the mere idea of you swelling with my spawn and it's taking everything in me not to fuck you at every moment. You're a walking wet dream.”

Alessio knew the reaction this admission would inevitably cause the moment he saw the glint in Crimson's eyes but before things could get too wound up he quickly changed the subject to something a bit less sexual. He loved fucking the imp but he knew if he didn't get out what he wanted to say now then he probably wouldn't receive the chance for the rest of the day. He had been thinking about what he wanted to say for quite a while and now just seemed like the perfect time.

“Crimson, there's something important I need to discuss with you.” Alessio stated, takin the imp's chance to fuck him away. “I know what you've said before, but I really think we should reconsider the idea of marriage. I just think it'd be good for the pups to grow up in a stable home and I've really wanted to do this for a very long time. It'll make our family feel more complete.”

“Alessio, we've already talked about this.” Crimson sighed, disappointing the shark. “It's just not the right time.”

“We've been together for years, Crimson. If not now then when?” Alessio challenged, knowing the dangerous game he was playing by talking to the imp this way. “I want to marry you, Crimson.”

“I just need some time to figure some things out first.” Crimson reasoned, running his hand through his hair. “I wanna see a good example for the kids and I just don't want to rush into this feeling like I had too because it was the right thing to do.”

This was something Alessio could hold an understanding for, but that didn't mean he was any less determined to marry the imp. It was all he ever wanted to do.

“Six months.” Crimson decided, giving the shark the answer he so desperately craved. “Give me at least six months to enjoy what we have before the pups get here and we have our wedding.”

“Perfect.” Alessio agreed, changing the subject once more. “Now about my pups.. when does daddy get some quality time with them?”

“When they're born.” Crimson snapped, slapping the shark's hands away. “Hands off.”

Though six months wouldn't seem like a long time for many, Alessio waited his entire life already. Realizing that the opportunity would soon be nearing Alessio planned on counting down the days until Crimson would finally become his as if him being pregnant with his spawn wasn't proof enough already of that. He loved him.

Chapter 9

It should be noted that Crimson was not thrilled about the idea of an ultrasound or the idea that a doctor would be made aware of their situation. It was an uncommon event to see mixed breeds in hell, but those individuals faced criticism much like those who choose to date outside of their own kind. Crimson knew that his children would face issues due to the hybrid status, but at the same time, it was better that the kids would be at least half shark than not at all. His children would be viewed better than those such as him. Crimson had never been ashamed of his species before or his attraction to sharks, even if he was not as open about the former due to the issues that came from his father, his wife, and certain other individuals in hell. It was better to remain silent about it, but now that he had been bred, he knew he couldn't. Alessio insisted and even threatened to sedate him when he tried to refuse. Crimson had no choice but to let the doctor look at him and do his ultrasound. It made him feel almost insecure. Alessio stood behind him the entire time. He had his usual stone-cold look on his face, but Crimson could tell he was excited. Crimson did his best to focus on that detail instead of the fact that the doctor must know what the two of them were and what had been done to him. He tried not to think about the issues his children would face and what had occurred with the last one he had. He tried to remain as calm as he could, but he failed at that. Alessio rubbed his shoulders a bit, which seemed to calm him down a bit, but that calmness could also be because he started to think about the little sharks he would soon have. He was in love.

Alessio had never been a vocal individual, but once he realized that Crimson would not tell the doctor about their situation, he had to become one. He informed the doctor about the fact that Crimson has been bred and that the babies would have shark traits due to him. Crimson looked like he wanted to murder him over his comments, but the doctor made no comment about their situation. He focused on the risks associated with mixed breeds and the issues that could come due to the fact that it had been Crimson that was bred. Alessio could tell some of the details had scared Crimson, but he remained silent about this fact. Crimson took a sharp inhale as the ultrasound gel was applied to his stomach, but once that occurred, the real fun started. Alessio and Crimson remained focused on the screen, where the two of them were introduced to their children. Alessio was correct about multiples.

“There look to be seventeen of them.” The doctor noted as he did the ultrasound, moving the camera around to examine each one. “Based on the size and combined species, the pups should be due in about eight months.”

“You said there were seventeen of them.. seventeen.. as in the number that comes after sixteen?” Crimson reiterated in absolute disbelief, glancing back towards his mate before he focused his attention back on the doctor. “Do you do castration here too?”

“Boss—” Alessio called out in an almost tired tone, not missing the homicidal look the other man threw at him. “Never mind.”

“You come near me with those cocks, and I'll cut them off.” Crimson threatened as he cleaned the fluid off his stomach, shaking his head before he snapped at the shark for a second time. “Seventeen!”

“The chances of survival in all seventeen are low.” The doctor remarked as he scribbled down some notes on the man's chart, unable to miss how his patient became confused over this news. “Sharks tend to consume one another in the womb.”

The realization that some of his pups would die inside him caused Crimson to hesitate. He never wanted to be bred or to have additional children, but he did. He never wanted seventeen children, but he did. It made him sad to think that he could lose some of them. Those pups came from Alessio after all. Those pups were theirs. It made him almost emotional. He blamed the hormones. It was easier to blame the hormones than to admit that he was scared, but even if he never said as much, Alessio knew. He knew him too well not to know.

“I don't want them to die.” Crimson admitted as he dealt with this new revelation, his voice becoming a bit unstable as he continued. “I need them all to remain alive.”

“Seventeen is a lot of children.” The doctor reasoned as he tried to calm his patient, not missing how unsettled the man seemed overall. “I don't think that one could survive the birth of—”

“I want them all to survive!” Crimson snapped as he started to become hostile, wrapping his arms around himself in a form of self-comfort. “Those are mine.. mine.. ours.. mine..”

“Crimson.” Alessio called out in a calm tone, placing a hand on the other man's shoulder in order to ground him. “It'll be fine.”

“You don't know that.” Crimson muttered as he tried to collect himself, shaking his head a bit. “I can't lose them.”

Crimson had a hard time with the news that some of his pups would die inside him, but instead of grasping onto the ones that would remain alive, he started to wonder if this whole ordeal would be worth it in the end. He would have eight months of hell with extreme symptoms and risks due to the fact that his children would be a mixed breed. There was even a chance that he would die from this. He could still abort, but he wasn't sure if that's what he wanted to do. He had seventeen lives inside him, even if some would not make it. He wanted them to make it. He needed them to make it.

“This was a bad idea. I should have had an abortion but.. now I can't. I've seen them inside me. I can't.. I can't lose him now.” Crimson ranted as the two of them sat in the car, looking down at himself as he confronted the issue at hand. “There will be a massacre inside me.”

“It's common for sharks.” Alessio noted as he drove the two of them home, taking the other man's hand into his own in order to comfort him. “It'll be worth it in the end.”

Notes:

[CriminAle Week (Friday): Mating Season] + [CriminAle Week (Extra): Babies]