1This is my first Yugioh fanfic...so please be nice to me. As I progress here, you will come to notice I have a talent for writing good yaoi stories and hot passion stories. However, I am not as good as writing yuri or girlboy couplings.
Bakura: Just shut up and get on with the damn story!
Me slaps him across face: Fine! Some people just don't know when to stop
"Ryou..." the white-haired teenager whispered, smiling genuinely for the first time in 3000 years. Bakura stroked his aibou's soft cheek, and soon drifted off to sleep, one pale arm wrapped around Ryou's bare torso.
Ryou's eyes fluttered open to the morning light, birds chirping, and a pounding headache. He felt his yami's arm wrapped tightly around his stomach, and he felt something else too - a very strange sensation, like someone was hiccuping inside him. Then his stomach flipped and he tasted a none-too-foreign, none-too-familiar acidic taste rise in his throat. He tried to break free of the limb holding him, but his yami's arm was wrapped around him too tight. "B...Baku...ra," he groaned. His yami's eyes fluttered open, and his arm loosened its grasp. Not fully awake, he was thus very much surprised when his aibou pushed off his arm and rushed to the bathroom. Then a sound of retching fully alerted him and his Nile-green eyes shot open all the way. Bakura jumped up quickly, not caring that he was naked except for black cotton boxers. The yami rushed off to the bathroom, where his light stood trembling over the sink, clad only in white cotton boxers. He rubbed his light's back softly, asking, "What's wrong, koi?"
Ryou shook his head, and Bakura was shocked. The shake meant one of two things: Either Bakura wouldn't understand, or there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. The yami decided on the first one, because he usually got most of the symptoms Ryou got when he got sick, except for the major ones like coughing up blood and stuff like that. So if Ryou was throwing up, Bakura would most likely be in another bathroom doing the same thing, even if he was really far away, like in Domino High School doing schoolwork. And he wasn't the one with the strange midnight cravings, the sleep trouble, and he wasn't the one getting fatter with weirder symptoms every month. But it wasn't his light's whole body, though, just his stomach. And Bakura was beginning to wonder if there was something "living" inside his precious little Ryou, like a baby. He shrugged off the wondering, knowing he could hide from the fact no longer. He was going to be a father! Maybe he would be a very old father, since he was a 3000 year old tomb raider, but as long as he looked young enough, what did it matter? Heck, he was even better than that cheap actress Lara Croft in those Tomb Raider movies. (No offense to Lara Croft fans) Of course, he knew that Ryou was attentive to everything except his own body, so he leaned down and whispered in his aibou's ear, "We're gonna be twin fathers, ya know that?"
Ryou's eyes widened. "F...fathers? Then that means I'm..."
"Yeah...you are pregnant. I don't know how you are, seeing you're a boy and all, but I have the strange feeling it has something to do with me. Gomen nasai..." Bakura trailed off as Ryou's face turned towards him shining with hope and pleasure, putting on his most chibiest face he could possibly muster. Right then, Ryou could've probably beat Yugi in a chibi contest.
"Kura-kun! Then that's good! So why are you sorry?"
As his aibou turned to brush his teeth, Bakura gulped and his shoulders sagged considerably. He really didn't want his light to know that he thought the already overworked teenager might die from the pain and worry. He was interrupted from his dark musings as a cold hand lifted his chin up and he found himself face to face with his lover, or husband to be. "It'll be alright, Bakura. Trust me on this." Bakura's shoulders sagged again for the 2nd time in 5 minutes. His last thoughts before his lips made contact with Ryou's, whose tasted like mint, was "Yeah...I wish..."