"Yes, definitely" replied Scholar thoughtfully. "And there are a few other organizations we could test as well. It would be interesting how they would compare to each other. Very well, organize it" and nodded curtly at the other beings. They bowed respectfully and Scholar was left to contemplate the two humans.

Meanwhile, Illya and Napoleon found they could not get loose from their bonds, however much they tried (though this did not stop them trying).

*********** Napoleon looked up after half an hour to see his fair haired partner enter the room, moving carefully and under guard by two of the alien beings.

"Napoleon. They say...They say you offered to take my place. They say that if you offer your seed freely for analysis, and then agree to stay, they will remove my womb and return me. Is this true?"

Napoleon struggled to sit up a bit more and look his partner in the eye, but could not quite succeed. Illya moved and stroked his cheek gently. "Illyusha...you know I...I know you're not happy like this. I don't mind being a mother, I truly don't. It's better this way, "he made a small smile. "And think of all the facinating things I could learn from an alien species. The will probably tire of me soon and allow me and the child to go home. I'm sure of it. I...I don't want you hurt any more. " he confessed, his voice slightly husky.

"Napoleon, I wish there was a way around this. I am truly sorry it has come down to this. Please believe, I will get you out. They say..they say they will allow me to take your seed, instead of them. Let me give you this last bit of pleasure? Please?" he pleaded.

Napoleon, bound, could not deny anybody much, but his usually strong and stoic partner's pleas brought tears to his eyes. Not believing they would ever be reunited whatever they had been told, he said a silent goodbye to his partner as he nodded. "I always wanted to try kinky sex" he choked out. "I thought you had tried everything" Kuryakin confessed as he slowly undid the buttons of Napoleon's shirt and pressed featherlight kisses on his chest, teasing, tickling. One of the aliens, he saw out of the crack of his eyes, siddled forward and deposited a small plastic cup near Illya, and then both the guards moved out of the room, giving them privacy.

Slowly Illya undid Napoleon's pants, unzipping and unbuttoning them while tongueing his bellybutton and sliding his pants down at the same time his tong slid down. Due to the bonds on Napoleon's legs Illya couldn't get them totally down, but it didn't matter, he could get them down far enough. Gently he licked and nibbled, teasing, making it last. Giving Napoleon what bit of pleasure he could, reaching up and playing with his nipples and stroking those tender sides and ribs, enjoying the sounds and moans of pleasure Napoleon made.

Napoleon couldn't believe how much Illya was driving him to distraction, little red hot bolts of pleasure shooting down his body every time his nipples where played with, and the warm, soft sweet mouth around him, teasing and arousing at the same time. He flexed his arms, wanting to pull his partner up into a searing kiss, wanting to run his hands through his partners hair, but couldn't. That could have been, in different circumstances, arounsing. IN these it was annoying.

Illya replaced his mouth with his hands when Napoleon's movements became jerkier, the moans more desperate, and decided to give a slightly lower part of the anatomy a tonguebath, knowing how his partner liked his balls licked. With a harsh sob, both of pleasure and of sadness, Napoleon came stright into the cup Illya was holding. He slowly came down to earth to find the guards standing next to Illya and Illya holding a small cup.

"Goodbye, my friend" Illya said before he could bring his addled brain to think, turned around and walked out, shoulders stooped.

And met Napoleon coming out of Illya's cell, a similar cup in hand.

************ Three hours later, in both cells, a clear, odorless gas filled the room, and two teams of aliens set to work. The team in Illya's room was obviously smaller as most of the work was done, and after seven hours Illya awakened, feeling no different, but harboring the beginnings of a new life. Two hours after that, Napoleon awakened, feeling a slightly sore abdomen, but otherwise fine, and also sporting a new life inside him.

Three days after that a claxon went. "What is going on? " Scholar demanded. "the specimen is bleeding, the blood types appear to be incompatible. We will see if we can save the experiment or if it needs to be terminated" its assistant reported.

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