The morning light slipped through the half-drawn blinds of Doni and Rafi’s cozy apartment, casting golden stripes across their tangled sheets. Rafi, sprawled on his back with one arm flung over Doni’s chest, let out a dramatic sigh, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.
“So, Dr. Overachiever,” Rafi drawled, tracing a lazy circle on Doni’s bare shoulder, “when are we gonna talk about your super-sperm and this whole Mpreg fantasy of yours? I mean, cloning little versions of you? I’m not sure the world can handle more of your brooding intensity.”
Doni chuckled, rolling onto his side to face Rafi, his stubbled jaw brushing against the pillow. “Oh, come on, babe. You’d love a mini-me running around. Besides, my sperm isn’t just overachieving—it’s practically got a medical degree of its own. What about you, though? Obsessed with every alpha top who walks by. Should I be worried?”
Rafi smirked, sitting up slightly, the sheet slipping down to reveal the lean, toned lines of his torso. “Worried? Sweetheart, you should be *thanking* me for keeping my options open. I’m just window-shopping for the best vibes. But don’t worry, I always come home to my favorite doctor.” He leaned in, nipping at Doni’s ear with a teasing bite. “Unless, of course, you’re not up for the challenge of keeping me entertained.”
Doni groaned playfully, pulling Rafi down for a quick, heated kiss. “Challenge accepted. But let’s be real—if we’re talking Mpreg, you’d be the one carrying. I can’t imagine you *not* bossing around a baby bump.”
Rafi laughed, sharp and bright, pushing Doni back with a firm hand on his chest. “Oh, I’d rock a bump, darling. But only if you promise to pamper me like the king I am. Deal?”
“Deal,” Doni murmured, his voice low and warm, his hand sliding down Rafi’s side. “But you’d better not complain when I’m the one picking out baby names.”
Their banter faded into a comfortable silence, the kind that spoke of years of shared mornings and whispered promises. But beneath the playfulness, there was an undercurrent of something unspoken—a curiosity about a future neither of them had fully dared to imagine.
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Later that evening, Doni trudged through the apartment door, his scrubs wrinkled from a long shift at the hospital. Rafi was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, but he perked up at the sight of his partner, tossing the device aside.
“Rough day, doc?” Rafi asked, standing to greet him with a sly grin. “Or did you just miss me so much you couldn’t wait to get home?”
Doni smirked, dropping his bag by the door. “Both. But I’ve got news. I met this couple at the hospital today—Budi and Juan. Older guys, been together forever. They’re desperate to have a kid, and I thought... maybe we could meet up with them for drinks tonight. They’re interesting, and I think you’d like them.”
Rafi raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a playful tilt of his head. “Interesting, huh? Are we talking ‘nice chat over coffee’ interesting, or ‘I’m about to get roped into something wild’ interesting?”
Doni laughed, shaking his head. “Just come with me. You’ll see. They’re at The Velvet Lounge in an hour.”
Rafi sighed dramatically but nodded, already heading to the bedroom to change. “Fine. But if they’re boring, you owe me a very creative apology later.”
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The Velvet Lounge was a dimly lit bar tucked into a quiet corner of the city, its amber lights casting a sultry glow over plush leather booths. Budi and Juan were already there when Doni and Rafi arrived, seated in a corner booth with drinks in hand. Budi, a broad-shouldered man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a commanding presence, stood to greet them, his handshake firm and his smile disarmingly warm. Juan, leaner and sharper, with a hawkish gaze and a smirk that could cut glass, stayed seated, sizing Rafi up with an unreadable expression.
“Rafi, right?” Budi’s voice was deep, almost gravelly, as he gestured for them to sit. “Doni’s told us a bit about you. I’m Budi, and this is my better half, Juan. Thanks for meeting us.”
Rafi slid into the booth with a confident ease, his eyes lingering on Budi just a fraction too long before he flashed a charming smile. “Pleasure’s all mine. Doni didn’t mention how... *striking* you are in person. I’m intrigued already.”
Budi chuckled, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the table. “Flattery will get you everywhere, kid. But let’s get to the point. Juan and I, we’ve been trying to start a family for years. Mpreg tech is a miracle, but finding the right person to help us—it’s a damn maze. We’re not getting any younger.”
Juan leaned forward, his sharp eyes narrowing as he sipped his whiskey. “What Budi means is, we’re picky. We don’t just want anyone carrying our legacy. It’s gotta be someone with guts, someone who can handle the weight of it. Not just a pretty little distraction.” His gaze flicked to Rafi, the jab landing with precision.
Rafi didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned back, crossing one leg over the other as he met Juan’s stare with a cool, amused smirk. “Oh, honey, I’m more than a distraction. I’m a whole damn hurricane. But I get it—you’re protective. That’s cute. Tell me, though, what exactly are you looking for? Because I’m not in the habit of playing surrogate for just anyone.”
Budi’s eyes gleamed with something like admiration as he interjected, his tone smooth but direct. “We need someone strong, Rafi. Someone who isn’t afraid to take control, to own the process. I’ve got a good feeling about you. You’ve got fire. And honestly, I think you’d enjoy the power of it—carrying an alpha’s child, shaping the future. It’s not just biology. It’s a statement.”
Rafi’s smirk widened, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as he considered Budi’s words. The idea sparked something in him—a thrill, a challenge. “A statement, huh? I like the sound of that. Power’s my favorite accessory. But let’s be clear, I don’t do anything halfway. If I’m in, I’m *in*. You’d better be ready for me to run the show.”
Juan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Run the show? Kid, you’ve got no idea what you’re signing up for. This isn’t a game.”
“Oh, I know it’s not,” Rafi shot back, his voice dripping with confidence. “But I don’t play to lose. If I’m carrying, I’m calling the shots. End of story.”
Doni, who had been quietly sipping his drink, glanced at Rafi, sensing the shift in energy. There was a heat in Rafi’s tone, a spark of attraction toward Budi that Doni couldn’t ignore. But he stayed silent, his jaw tightening just slightly as he watched the exchange unfold.
Budi raised his glass, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “To possibilities, then. Let’s see where this goes.”
They clinked glasses, the tension simmering beneath the surface, a mix of curiosity, desire, and unspoken challenges hanging in the air.
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Back at the apartment, Rafi lay awake in the dark, the glow of the city filtering through the window as Doni slept beside him. His mind replayed Budi’s words, the weight of them settling into something dangerously tempting. The idea of carrying an alpha’s child, of wielding that kind of power, sent a shiver down his spine. A smirk curled his lips as he stared at the ceiling, imagining the possibilities.
Beside him, Doni stirred, oblivious to the storm brewing in Rafi’s mind. The game had just begun, and Rafi was already planning his next move.
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