When The Stoic Meets The Crossdresser (BoyxBoy/MPreg)

Chapter 1

Author's Note:

So, I'm back and it's good to be back. Yeah. My head feels refreshed and everything so I know I can write and write and write! Anyway, this is my new segment to Loving A Liar. As a sucker for sappy endings, I make sure that everyone has someone to fall in love with in the end.

Now, it's Robbie's turn! And, please don't be shy to leave any comments or criticisms. I enjoy reading those just as much as replying to them. So tell me what you think! ^_^

For the first chapter, this will be dedicated to a very dear friend of mine on Wattpad. She's got tons of ideas and has been helping me with some of the chapters of HANBH. I can even say she's my official editor for all my stories and I'm glad to have her aboard my train of craziness. Plus, we're working on a book together and I'll be releasing it soon after WTSMTC. If you need any ideas for your stories, she's the person you'll want to see! ^_^

Give it up for ... GreyBoots! *Clapping and hooting wildly*

The next dedication will remain a mystery as I enjoy the guessing game very much, so enjoy!

That's all.

yaoiChibi out! Peace~ 

P.S. This chapter has a smut scene so please ignore the bottom half if you're not mentally ready for it. But, since you're already here, I'm guessing you know that the story might contain some inappropriate moments. Anyway, please enjoy your stay and consider yourself warned!

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The atmosphere was musky and heady, like there was a nearby sauna that had left their doors open. The lights were swirling, stirring the dark as bodies grinded against each other in a sweat-slicked dance. Loud music roared the entire building, making it almost impossible to find a quiet spot to relax.

It's not like this club was anywhere near PG-13. Every corner I had passed were filled with lusty bodies, molding into each other as the night went on. No one seemed to care that they were in plain view as they performed passionate acts that were better done behind closed doors. People these days. Makes you wonder how they can still act like it was normal to have your member sucked dry.

"Hey, handsome. You alone?" A soft voice whispered in my ear. I cringed when I felt her wrap her arms around my own, her generous bossom squished against my hard bicep. The perfume she used on her body reached my nose, the sickly sweet mixture of fruit and flowers making me sick in the stomach.

"Sorry, I'm not. I'm waiting for someone." I answered in a clipped tone, pulling my arm from her wrap as she tried to get impossibly closer to me. It was obvious she was drunk as hell. She couldn't even stand on her own, let alone walk on her own. How she'd get home was going to end in disaster and I didn't want any part of it.

"Really?" She slurred, her brown curls sliding over her shoulders as she attempted to dance to the beat of the music. I ignored her, praying that she go home already or a friend sees her and pulls her away from trouble. "I've been watchin' you and I don't think anyone's comin'."

I looked at her, sorely regretting the fact that I did. Her tube top was sliding down her body, her nipples poking out in an obscene manner that it made me want to just pull up her shirt. It wasn't helping that her skimpy jean skirt hugged her narrow hips so seductively that any man would be tempted to tear them off her. And, the weird thing about all this, she wouldn't even mind.