Hellllooo, people!

Here I am with my new story…as promised.

Okay, I've been told that I'm good with comedy, and I've been told that I'm good with drama. It's time to test whether or not I'm good with romance…

Summary: Yami is miraculously impregnated through a violent rape. He turns to the one person he knows can save him and his unborn baby.

Rating: I'll start off with a T, then possibly move it up higher if I go into any detail. The story contains mpreg, so if you don't like it, tough. It will also contain flashbacks of rape, and a couple of "love" scenes. (But not explicitly disturbing ones, more like sweet ones. I've read some pretty dirty ones in my time…).

This story contains Yami/Joey…also known as Dragonshipping. If you don't like it, tough.

'text' thoughts

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Baby Makes Three

An hour. It had only been one hour since that terrifying event took place in this very alley. An innocent boy attacked against his will, beaten and abused in the worst way possible.

Yami lay sitting against the brick wall of an abandoned warehouse building, his clothes were wet and tattered from the pouring rain, but he needed them to cover the bruises washing over his dirty, naked body.

He felt sick; sick and used. He didn't know where to go.

He didn't want the police to know. If the police found out, then the man would be wanted. Yami didn't want the man to come back and hurt him again.

Who was the man, anyway? The pitch black of night and the heavy raindrops made it hard for Yami to see and hear.

He stood, his aching muscles, back, and buttocks screaming at him to remain sitting. However, he needed somewhere safe to stay.

The only place nearby he could go to was the Domino Heights apartment complex. He could see the tip-top of one of the rooftops through the night sky.

It hit him then as to who lived in the complex. Joey, one of his closest friends. Who else could he turn to at a time like this?

Yami gathered himself and limped down the street, whimpers of pain leaking out. Tears flowed from his glazed eyes; however the raindrops disguised them.

The lights became brighter as he vaguely tried to remember where exactly in the complex the blonde lived, or if he was even home.

'#3…apartment 34B…'

The thought repeated like a mantra in Yami's head. He limped his way over to the third complex before slowly gripping and opening the front door and working his way to the elevator.

He stopped at the front of the door. He was shaking with nervousness. Would the blonde disown him? Would he think any less of him? He could hear the light mumble of voices on a television set, alerting him that his friend was indeed home.

He raised a fist and knocked.

Joey was sitting on the couch, watching his several of his favorite Monday-night game shows. The TV was turned up louder than normal to block out the noise of the impending rain.

Then, a knock at the door.

Joey jumped slightly. 'Who would be coming over now? It's a little late…'

"Just a minute!" He called, getting up from the couch and moving to the door.

He did a quick check through the peep hole, and was surprised to see the familiar face, and hairstyle, of Yami standing outside the door.

Joey quickly swung the door open.

"Yami?!" He said, taking in Yami's fragile form.

Yami shuddered back tears, taking a breath and looking Joey in the eyes.

"Joey," He whispered. "I need your help…"

Joey's mouth opened and shut several times, as he was lost for words. He stepped aside and motioned with his hand for Yami to enter.

"Yeah, sure, come on in." He said.

Yami nodded, walking in and turning around to face the blonde.

Joey raised both hands and brought them down on the pharaoh's shoulders.

"My, God, buddy, what happened?! Who did this to you?!"

Yami let a sob escape, bending over slightly and grabbing a hold of his aching stomach.

"I don't know…Joey, please, I need help…"

Joey's eyes flashed with concern as he immediately flicked off the TV and led Yami to the couch.

"Did someone jump you?" He asked, noting the way Yami was limping and the bruises covering his soft face.

Yami slipped a hand over his face. "No. No, it…it's worse than that."

The only possible thought shot into Joey's head. "No…" He trailed off.

Yami nodded. "Someone raped me, Joey…beat me senseless…and raped me."

Joey swallowed hard, cupping his hands over Yami's cheeks. "We need to get you to the hospital, buddy! We…we need to call the police! We…oh, man…"

"No!" Yami shrieked, grabbing Joey's arm and yanking him back down onto the couch.

"No…" He repeated. "We, we can't…"

Joey shook his head slowly. "Why?"

"Because something's wrong…they'll think I'm crazy…he'll come back…I can't…"

Joey listened to him rant before taking one of his hands and silencing him.

"Yami, what are you talking about? What's wrong? Why would they think you're crazy? This wasn't your fault…"

Yami brought his other hand to his stomach. It was swollen and hard, and hurt to touch. It also felt whirly and was making him nauseous…

"Joey."

Joey moved his head closer. "Yes?"

"…nevermind." Yami stood off the couch and turned his back to the blonde.

"Hey," Joey said. "If you don't wanna talk, can I at least make you more comfortable?"

Yami turned back around, sighing and nodding. "Fine."

XXX

Joey pulled a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt out of his dresser drawer, laying it out on his bed and sitting down as he waited for Yami to finish in the shower.

He had put Yami's clothes in a plastic bag, having them ready as evidence in case Yami was ready to take the crime to the police.

Yami slowly limped into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I dug out some stuff for you to wear. I know I'm bigger than you, but it'll have to do for now."

Yami smiled weakly. "Thank you."

Joey stared at Yami's bare chest and back. Bruises and scratches covered him. On his wrists were deep marks, showing that the man had tied him up. Red marks scraped around his mouth, showing that he had also been gagged. Joey was horrified by those thoughts.

Yami took the shirt in his hand and prepared to lift it over his head; however once his arms were raised passed his shoulders, he instantly brought them back down and shouted in pain.

Joey stood, gripping the shirt in his hand. "Let me help you."

Yami turned to face the blonde and allowed him to slip the shirt over his head.

He watched as Joey moved over to his dresser again, this time pulling out a pair of boxer shorts as he was keeping the ones Yami wore for evidence. Joey removed the towel from his waist and tugged them on, promising to keep his eyes on Yami's as to not disturb his privacy.

After sliding on the shorts and helping Yami find a comfortable position on the bed, Joey spoke again.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Yami closed his eyes and curled up onto his side, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"I promise, Joey. When I'm ready, I'll talk."

Joey nodded. "Alright. As long as you keep that promise."

Yami slid his hand up his shirt to touch his sore tummy. He didn't remember the man doing any physical damage to his stomach. The pain, as well as the unusual hardness and nausea were beginning to worry him.

Joey watched his face scrunch up, then as Yami rushed into the bathroom to throw up.

XXX

The two boys were sitting in a doctor's office. Joey had advised Yami to make an appointment after suffering through a week of morning sickness. The whole thing was very unusual, which was what made them both more nervous.

A nurse quickly caught the attention of the two.

"Yami Moto?"

Yami stood. "Right here."

"Come with me."

The nurse led them back into a room, taking his blood pressure, temperature, and heart rate.

She stopped when the stethoscope reached his stomach.

Yami looked back at her. "Is something wrong?"

She removed the device from her ears. "There seems to be a lot of activity going on in your tummy. I think we should get an ultrasound machine in here to see what exactly is going on."

"Ultrasound machine?" Yami repeated.

"Don't worry, honey. I'm sure it's nothing."

Joey watched as the nurse rubbed the gel over Yami's stomach, noting in her head the unusual hardness of it. He stood to sit by the king, gently taking his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

The screen showed noting strange until the nurse reached a lower part. She stopped and moved closer to the screen. A loud thumping noise could be heard through the monitor.

A heartbeat.

Her eyes widened. "My, heavens, dear. I think you're pregnant."

Joey's mouth gaped open. "What?!"

She pointed to the screen. "See there? That's the head…and that noise is the heartbeat. Isn't that incredible?"

Yami stuttered. "No…no, that's not possible. I'm a man. That's not possible."

He watched as she turned of the screen and began cleaning off his stomach. "Anything if possible, honey. Congratulations! You've got a little bundle of joy on the way!"

Joey's blank stare then turned to a smile. "Hey, that's amazing, buddy."

The nurse turned to Joey. "Are you the father?"

Joey's eyes widened. He hadn't thought about the father.

"Uh, yes. Yes I am."

She smiled. "Well isn't this wonderful!"

Yami was horrified. He didn't want anything of that man's near him. He soon felt Joey's tender arms pull him into a hug.

"Don't worry, Yami. I'll take care of you. I'll treat this little baby like my own. I promise."

Yami stared. "You're going to pretend to be the father? And…and my boyfriend?"

"Hey, who said anything about pretending?"

YAY!

Okay, kinda weird, but hey…

R&R! …and be honest!

GK09