Authors Notes: This was another story, requested by a friend who read the post in my livejournal (.com/users/otouto) and posted for a pairing. This pairing is based on real life things, and I am personal friends with all chars in here. So mwuah.

            Disclaimers: I own the plot. I own…Tama if I play my cards right. I own nothing else—the song (Chained to You) belongs to Savage Garden.

            Warnings: Male/male/male relationships and swearing, angst. A three-way male marriage. Yeah. Polygamy. Bite me. Mpreg (males being pregnant).

            This thing is to ‘You know who’ who requested the pairing. This is just for him. …and his little ‘playmates’. ::Smirks::

                        Brady

                                                                        ~*~*~

We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me

            Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me

            And I think about it all the time

            Sweet temptation rush all over me

            [Kitten was curled up in a small ball on the Foxs lap, purring softly as his namesake allowed. Fox stroked his hair gently, with claws sifting through the crimson and ebony locks. As the bangs brushed away from the soft face, a smile decorated Foxs lips.

            His eyes glanced up at movement from the other side of the room. Treeling was moving in slowly, a scroll and textbook tucked under his arm. A smile immedietly crossed his face at the sight of the two, curled up on the couch.]

           

And I think about it all the time

            Passion desire so intense

            I can't take anymore because

            [Treeling curled around Fox, arms wrapped securely around his tender middle. His palms were resting on the rounding area of Kittens hips, fingers gently stroking his hip-bones. The brown covered head burrowed into Foxs shoulder, lips decoarating the flesh with soft kisses.

            “Love you.” The murmur was driven from neither of those on the farthest end of the cuddle, but from the most diminutive of the three. Kitten turned over, stomach to stomach with  Fox, beaming at the both of his husbands. “Sleep tonight.”]

            I feel the magic all around you

            It's bringing me to my knees

            Like a wannabe

            I've got to be chained to you.

            [Kitten smiled faintly, rubbing his cheek against the soft cloth of Treelings shirt. “What’s this made out of?”

            He could feel a shrug without even having to see it. He also knew Treeling was grinning slightly from above him. His hands, soft from his scholarly persuit, stroked against Kittens hair, soft murmuring noises being made.

            Fox watched them, sprawled out on the couch with a pleased expression on his face. His tail twitched gently as his grin grew, slim body slipping off the couch to slink closer to the two. A soft ‘mrr’ was raised from his throat as Treelings free hand went to his salt and pepper hair, stroking through the thin strands.]

            And when you looked into my eyes felt a sudden sense of urgency

            Fascination casts a spell and you become more then just a mystery

            And I think about you all the time

            Is this fate is it my destiny

            That I think about you all the time

            I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel because

            I feel the magic all around you

            It's bringing me to my knees

            Like a wannabe

            I've got to be chained to you.

            I feel the magic building around you

            [The soft moans were being made by Kitten as a single hand stroked firmly over his raised, rounded stomach. Kitten groaned deep in his throat, arching up to the touch, delicious shivers being sent down his spine.

            Fox grinned over at Treeling, who was watching the duo with an amused look, and the Kitsune scratched one nail delicately over the sensitive flesh. Crimson eyes opened, glazed with lust. His lips parted, voice a soft whisper, “B-both of you are cruel…”

            Fox just laughed, bending over to place a soft kiss against his Kittens lips. “You love it.”]

            I feel the magic all around you

            It's bringing me to my knees

            Like a wannabe

            I've got to be chained to you.

            And I think about you all the time

            And I think about it all the time

            Tell me its madness I barely know you

            We were standing all alone you were leaning in to speak to me

            Ten steps back you're still a mystery

            Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me

            I can't take anymore because

            [Kitten bounced in place, a grin tugging fully at his lips. His hair, a checkerboard of blood and night, moved with his body but still as if it had a mind of his own. He was bouncing on the ball of his heels, obviously excited on what was about to come to pass.

            Red, the woman who tended to him during his pregnancy, patted her own full stomach, smiling faintly. She glanced up, crimson falling in a veil about her eyes. “You already know there’ll be four; two boys and two girls.”

            “Mmhm, but are they healthy?”

            “Of course they are. Otherwise I’d say ‘one girl and two boys’ or ‘two boys and one girl’ or something along those lines.” Seeing his lashes blink in confusion, the woman laughed, leaning over and patted his hand. “Don’t worry, Kitten. They’ll be fine.”]

            I feel the magic all around you

            It's bringing me to my knees

            Like a wannabe

            I've got to be chained to you.

            I feel the magic all around you

            It's bringing me to my knees

            Like a wannabe

            I've got to be chained to you.

            I feel the magic building around you

            [“This family portrait is going to be so very fucked up.” Foxs voice was dry, but amused all at the same time. Kitten just giggled, crawling onto the foxs lap, nuzzling his protruding stomach. “Six brats and three dads.”

            “Mmhm!” Kitten laughed, languishing in the hold of his taller lover. Treeling just snickered, stroking the peppered hair of Fox. “Treeling?”

            “Mm?”

            “You ready to be a father?” Crimson eyes blinked owlishly, an eyebrow quirking in return. Fox raised his own in retaliation, letting himself smirk.

            “Yes.”]

                                                                                    ~*~*~

            There, You Know Who, here’s your Fox/Kitten ficlet. I know you won’t mind that I added Treeling in there. Happy birthday, Fox! You old, pregnant bastard you. ^_^ Be good to Kitten and Treeling. Congrats on your marriage, btw.