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“Fuck, yes. Please, me too,” Zane said on an exhale.

Felix gasped and Zane could feel his release spilling between them, coating his cock in the sticky wetness. Zane moaned as Asa picked up his pace, almost like he knew Zane needed the help, needed that tiny little push to finish. His now slick cock was working against Felix’s stomach as Asa pounded into him mercilessly, chasing his own climax.

Teeth settled into the indentations on his shoulder without warning and that was it—Zane was catapulted off the cliff into that euphoric, mind-numbing pleasure that happened every time the four of them were together. He clung to Felix as the boys kept using them, kissing and just breathing each other in.

Then they were both coming in that weird freaky way they did, together, at the same time. Zane shivered as he felt Asa throbbing inside him, knowing he was filling him up. It was only at weird times like this, after a morning of baby talk that Zane felt a little sad they couldn’t have kids the old-fashioned way. He’d kill to have babies that looked just like him and Asa.

The four of them lay there, fucked out and breathless for a long while, before Felix finally said, “Why are you guys home?”

“Wow, kitten, I’m trying not to take that personally, but considering I came home and found you in bed with another man, it stings a little,” Avi said, voice full of laughter.

Zane smirked as he watched Felix roll his eyes. “You know what I mean. I thought you were meeting with that Hans dude about some kind of celebrity collab?”

Zane looked over his shoulder at Asa. “Yeah, and I know you had a staff meeting this morning. You’ve been bitching about it all week.”

Asa slipped free of Zane, then rearranged himself so he was more comfortable. “It’s noon, Lois. The meeting was hours ago. When Avi and I couldn’t get either of you on the phone, we knew that you two were playing hookie. Without us.”

“It wasn’t intentional,” Zane said. “Felix was having some big feelings, so he needed to talk them out. That’s not exactly either of your specialties.”

“That’s fair,” Avi said, unbothered. “Do you feel better now, kitten?”

Felix looked Zane in the eyes, then nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“Okay, good,” Avi said. “What was it that was bothering you?”

“I want to have a baby,” Felix said, then added, “Now.” Asa’s hand spasmed on Zane’s arm, but he said nothing. In fact, nobody said anything. Until Felix said, “Thoughts?” his tone pissy.

“I’m—I mean I’m down with doing my best to get you pregnant, kitten, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to do it with the help of modern science. That is going to take a bit of time. Unless you just want any baby, in which case, I’m sure Asa and I can…work something out.”

“Work something out?” Zane echoed. “What the hell does that even mean?” Before either of them could respond, Zane shook his head. “You know what? No. Nevermind. I don’t want to even know what kind of bonehead Tom & Jerry type plan you would cook up to get Felix a baby today. Just…no.”

Avi huffed out a laugh. “I just meant we could look into adopting. Money talks, and God knows we have enough to buy a dozen orphanages. But we can do it however you want. You know that.”

Felix rolled onto his back, looking between Avi and Asa. “You don’t mind? Like…you’d be okay with us having a baby?”

The twins exchanged a confused look.

“Why would we mind?” Avi asked, sounding genuinely confused. “We sort of figured, at some point, one of you was gonna want to breed. Maybe both of you. My money was on Zaney first ‘cause he is kind of like our housewife, but having a baby with you is awesome. I hope he or she looks just like you. You’re so pretty.”

“You—You don’t think it will mess things up? Between the four of us?” Felix asked, sounding so painfully young.

Avi scoffed. “Why would it screw anything up? You and I come from huge, fucked up families, all of which kill people, like, as a hobby. And we are some of the most well adjusted people I know. Hell, if August and Lucas can be awesome parents, there’s no reason the four of us can’t. Nobody is more fucked up than those two.”

“They’re both college professors,” Zane said. “How are they fucked up?”

Asa laughed. “August butchers people for fun. You’ve never seen him really let loose during a kill. There’s nobody scarier. And Lucas? Lucas was literally thrown in a mental hospital for months.”

“Okay, but in all fairness to Lucas, he really is a psychic and his co-worker was actually a serial killer, so I don’t think that counts. Besides, August might like to kill people, but he’s a really good dad,” Zane reminded.

“He’s a good dad because he goes out of his way to be. He studies what good dads do and then he does it. He would kill for his girls. And we’d kill for our kids, too. We might not know how to love someone in the traditional sense, but we are really good at faking it,” Asa promised.

“And we won’t have to fake our desire to keep them safe. We are wired to protect what’s ours. And every Mulvaney is ours, but any baby we have will be even more protected.”

“That’s part of my concern,” Felix muttered.

Zane frowned. “What?”

“You can’t, like, go beating up other toddlers ‘cause they stole our kid’s ball or, like, threaten a sixth-grader because they made fun of him,” Felix said.