Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou is not mine, I make no money from this story.
Beta: Chibi-Gwen
Warnings and Rating: Parts are M, most PG-13. Sexual Situations, Fluff, Mpreg, Blood
Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram, Greta /OC are main, some others
A/N: This is my baby, I want and I am going to finish it. I had the wish to write it for a long time, now I do have some parts already written, a full concept and even a beta. I am happy The story takes place after season three, although I don´t plan to involve the events too much into my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. The start is short, the following chapters will be much longer.
A lot of thanks to the authors that inspire me so much. And to my lovely beta.
Chapter 1 "The Dream"
„I must be dreaming" was not the only thing going through the king´s head, yet, the thought as such was the only thing right now he wanted to concentrate on. If there wasn´t the sudden pain, that rippled him apart again and the greenhaired medican, that kept reassuring him. „Breath, your Majesty, breath deeply between the contractions" „What do you think, I am doing?!" he nearly shouted in a twisted combination of agony, pain and absolute disbeliefment of what was happeneing. Unconsciously he grabbed the first thing close to him and nearly cracked it, which caused a pained wince of a too familiar voice. „Damn it Yuuri, can´t you even stand this little pain?" came the well known voice beside him. If he wasn´t trying to concentrate very hard on breathing, Yuuri would have snapped back definitely, but in his momentary state he couldn´t even hear the insult properly. Just an exhausting minute later he realized, what the prince beside him had said and through his barely parted lips he squeezed out the words between the last and the next pain he knew would come soon enough. „How would you feel, if your insides were ripped by a pain like this?"
„I kindly remind you, that I actually know, what you are going through, or do I have to remind you, who bore you a son not even three months ago?" Of course Yuuri did know that. More the reason to break the blonde´s finger bones. He himself hadn´t been exactly gentle with him during the contractions. Yuuri actually was quite calm in comparison. He never had heard such an aggravated language before, even for the fiery personality of the blond.
So another yelp of pain beside him pleased him nonetheless.
But before he could snap back any remark, another pain shot through his back into his lower abdomen to spread out there in a cramp with no comparison. In an instant his concentration was back on the task in front of him. „Push, but softly", the medic told him. And he did, yet got to his limits rather fast and changed his mind into breathing through the rest of it. „I can´t. Any. More." , he puffed out. The greenhaired women only smiled up from her position between his legs. Soothingly she stroke the hard belly that was hidden under a white blanket. „You are doing great, Your Majesty" she assured him, but that was far from convincing the black haired young man. „If only I had known, this could happen, I never would have let you top me unprotected!" he bit out to the blond at his side. „What are you saying? You liked it and again I remind you, that you aren´t the only one going through this" was the answer he got. Another contraction hit him. „At least you knew, didn´t you? It´s the same like our engagement. No one told me, I had to learn it the hard way, didn´t I?" He shouted at the end and the silence, that answered him made him clear, that he maybe had gone too far. In any other situation he would have turned around and apologized for every word he had said. But right now he didn´t care. „Oh my god, my back is going to kill me", he groaned and tried to shift into a more comfortable position, which seemed impossible. The woman checked again before she stood up. „Your Majesty, it will still take some time, so, if you want, Wolfram can massage your back. I think it helped him a lot, when he went through labour." She sympathically smiled to the blond, who just nodded through his short bewilderment of Yuuri´s words. Until now he couldn´t be of any help, which made him frantic, but now he could do anything to ease the pain he remembered too well.
As Yuuri was not capable of more than a nod, Gisela, the medic, helped him to lean forward, so that Wolfram could sit behind him, feet standing up beside Yuuri´s hips and rub the aching back. Not an easy task, as Yuuri noticeably relaxed into the touch. „That´s better", he breathed out lout. Even only for a little bit, after a short while he felt more secure with Wolfram supporting him. Now he understood, why the prince had calmed down the time they were in shifted position. A contraction made its way to the surface and if Wolfram wasn´t such a trained soldier, Yuuri would have definitely crushed him. Wolfram started again to stroke his back, when the wave subsided and soothingly told him, that he was doing great and that it would be all over soon, and how much he loved him (beside the ranting a few minutes, or has it been longer, ago) and how their children would grow up together. Nothing of it all was, what Yuuri wanted to hear right now. „"Why isn´t this all a dream?" he mourned sarcastically, breathing hard and recovering. Gisela looked up to him and just smiled:
„Your Majesty, this all is just a dream you experience, but now please concentrate, I will ask you to push soon."
„WHAT?!" with a shout the blackhaired boy startled, sitting upright in his bed, breathing hard. His lower abdominal muscles hurt like hell. It did need a second for him to realize, that in reality it was in the middle of the night and everything he just had seen and done indeed had been a dream. His hands resting on his stomach, sweat running down his body like after a visit in the steam bath. Tentatively his fingers touched his middle to make sure, that everything really just had been a horrible dream. It was dark, only pale moonlight soaked the room with its bluish black light.
„Yuuri?", a soft voice beside him made clear, that he had woken up his bedmate. Startled by it Yuuri nearly jumped out of the bed, entangled himself in the sheets and with all missing grace he could provide of fell to the ground with a loud bang, scream of shock and pain and a hurting backside now too.
Wolfram, who had tried to catch and stop his king and fiance from falling, just blinked down from the bed at him irritated. „Yuuri?" he asked again, this time firmer and completely awake. „Must have been a horrible dream" he stated with a mix of concern and amusement. Yuuri could only growl and shuddered. „Horrible is not the right word for it." He wiped his face with the sleeve of his pyjama. „Mind to tell me?" Yuuri just shook his head. Furrowing his eyebrows Wolfram wondered, what it had been about. He had never seen Yuuri squirming around in his bed so much, panting and holding his stomach like he had cramps. If Yuuris hadn´t woken up soon, he would have gotten Gisela to take a look. „Should I get Gisela?" he asked again, concerned about the other boy. But that only ended in a bright-red-faced Yuuri, shaking his head violently „Everything´s...everything´s fine" he tried to assure the blond boy. „Doesn´t look like it?" Wolfram wasn´t convinced. „But come back to bed now, you need sleep if you don´t want to make an awful impression tomorrow at the reception." With that, he crawled back underneath his blankets and waited for Yuuri to come back to bed too. But he didn´t. Instead Yuuri stood up with some murmured words and went into the bath to clean himself from the sweat. He never had have a dream that felt so realistic and frightening like this one. No, males couldn´t give birth, of that he was sure. Completely sure. He never had heard of a male, demon or not bearing a life out of their...."Uuuuhhh...." A moaning accompanied this thought with a shudder. The mental image would be inside his head forever....
to be continued
