Disclaimer: I have decided to play this game until I die!

Misaki: So you'll be dying today then?

Chey: Why do you say that?

Misaki: Because I'm going to end you if you don't stop this nonsense.

Chey: I see being prego does not agree with you, Misa-chan

Misaki: Shut up, I don't want to be pregnant!

Chey: Too late, you'll just have to deal.

Misaki: No, you'll just have to deal with saying the disclaimer!

Chey: Ugh, fine, whatever. I don't own Junjou Romantica.

Misaki: Thank you!

Chey: Misaki is a Mista Cwabby Pants today.

Misaki: Shut up and get to the story already.

Chey: As you wish

Chapter 2

Misaki did not sleep through the night. He was up two or three times to throw up. Usagi got up each time, and held his hair while the boy was sick. And each time, he helped the pregnant boy get cleaned up and back into bed.

It was now morning and Misaki hadn't even left the bathroom yet. It had been reduced to sitting on the floor, just waiting for the nausea to sweep over him again. He hated this. Why the hell did he have to be pregnant? How could this even be possible?

He felt yet another rush of bile and leaned down once more. God, he wanted this to end. He didn't want a kid.

Well, that wasn't quite true, but he sure as hell didn't was to be the one carrying it. He couldn't handle this pain…it felt like he was being destroyed from the inside out.

Usagi-san came in to check on him. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"Horrible," Misaki replied, in too much pain to lie for Usagi-san's sake.

"I'm sorry," Usagi said sincerely.

"It's not your fault…" Misaki trailed off, freezing. "Wait a second, this is your fault…yours entirely!"

Usagi nodded gravely. "And I will take responsibility for it. I won't leave you, and I will help to raise this child." He kneeled beside Misaki and pressed a hand gently to the boy's stomach.

Misaki smacked it away and scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding. Usagi stayed where he was.

"Misaki? What is it?"

"What if…what if I don't want it?"

Usagi stared up into his lover's eyes. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I don't think I want it." Misaki shut his eyes so he wouldn't have to see Usagi's pained expression.

"Misaki…I…if you don't want it, that is entirely your decision. I will support any decision you make." He reached out and embraced the boy around his waist. "But I would love for you to bear our child. I'm not very good with kids, but you are, and this may be our only chance to have one. Please be certain before you destroy that future." Usagi then pressed a kiss to Misaki's stomach. "I love you."

Usagi felt something damp hit his forehead. He looked up to see Misaki was crying silently. He stood and pressed another kiss to Misaki's forehead. "Come to bed, I'll bring my laptop so I can stay with you." Misaki nodded, still crying, and allowed himself to be led back to the bedroom. He lay down and Usagi covered him with a blanket, giving him another kiss, before retreating to get his computer.

Misaki rolled onto his side and stared off into space. Usagi wanted him to keep the thing growing inside him. He would love it and cherish it. But Misaki...didn't know if he could love it. It was something unnatural. It made no sense, and it was making him hurt like nothing he'd ever felt. He felt that this pain was punishment for being a man and bearing another man's child. It was a dark thought, but there it was, hovering in his brain, making it impossible for him to consider the thing good.

And that feeling was what was killing him inside.

Usagi leaned against a wall in defeat. He and Misaki had created another life through some sort of strange miracle, but Misaki thought it was a curse. Akihiko sighed. He would let Misaki get rid of their child if that was what he truly wanted, but he was going to give that life a good defense.

The strange thing was that he had never even thought of having kids. He'd been in love with a man ever since high school. He knew that men could not have children so he'd never given children of any kind much thought.

He shoved off the wall and went to get his laptop. Misaki was waiting for him.

When he returned to the bedroom, Misaki was already in a doze. Usagi sat beside him and ran a hand through his hair. The boy was so tired that he didn't wake. Usagi leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you," he whispered. "Both of you."

Misaki cringed, as if he'd heard Usagi, but he was still asleep. Akihiko sighed, and pulled away, opening his laptop. He began to type softly, listening to his lover's rhythmic breathing as he began to write a new story of love and the hardships of having an unborn child that the mother did not want.

To be continued…

Chey: Sorry it's so short, but this was the only good breaking point I could manage…hopefully, the next chapter will be longer.

Misaki: You're sick, you know that right?

Chey: Yes, I know. And I've been reminded of that fact many times

Misaki: You're hopeless

Chey: Yup I am, anyway, please review, I love you all!

~Cheyanne