Whew, another chapter! Thanks to all the people who reviewed!
Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg
Pairings: Akihiko/Misaki, mentions of Nowaki/Hiroki
Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.
Akihiko woke with a very sore head.
He vaguely wondered when he had gone to sleep, and why his bed was so horribly uncomfortable, before everything came rushing back. His eyes snapped open, darting around the exam room. The ultrasound machine was still in the corner, and Misaki was sitting by his side on the extra chair. Akihiko studied him carefully.
Pregnant.
His lover's eyes were red-rimmed, a sure sign that he'd been crying, and he looked even more exhausted than before. He smiled weakly, though, when he saw that Akihiko was awake.
Pregnant.
"Hey," his boy said, moving to take his hand. "Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard when you fainted." His eyes searched Akihiko's. "I think we need to talk about this."
Pregnant!
Akihiko jolted upwards suddenly, startling Misaki, and grabbed onto his lover's shoulders. "You're pregnant," he said urgently. "You're pregnant."
Misaki nodded slowly, reaching up to pry Akihiko's hands from his shoulders and moving them down to cradle them in his lap. "Kusama-san says we have a range of options," he said, his gaze locked on their joined hands. "He says that we could abort it, if we want, or keep it, or we could give it up for adoption-"
Akihiko cut him off. "Do you want an abortion?" he asked gently. The thought made his heart constrict, but if that was what Misaki needed...
His lover was silent for a long time before he looked up. "Do you?" he asked hesitantly.
Akihiko shook his head. "No."
Misaki studied his face, the way he always did when he thought Akihiko was lying but couldn't be completely sure. The older man wished Misaki would just say something already, before his heart leapt out of his chest; it was already beating so fast, and he didn't know how much more stress the poor thing could take-
Misaki dropped his gaze to their hands again and squeezed his fingers. "Me neither," he whispered.
Misaki wasn't prepared for the fierce hug Usagi-san swept him into, or the even fiercer kiss.
His arms were like steel, impossible to break free from, and his lips were both urgent and unspeakably tender. He swiped his tongue along the seam of Misaki's lips, and he opened with a moan. Their tongues stroked together as Usagi-san's mouth crushed his, and it just felt so good.
He pulled away too soon, leaning their foreheads together, close enough for their breath to mingle. His lover was grinning, a huge, goofy smile. He was opening his mouth to speak when the door opened.
"Welcome back, Usami-san," Kusama-san greeted. Misaki pulled away, blushing, as the doctor advanced, brandishing a small penlight in his hand. He shined it into the older man's eyes one at a time. "Are you dizzy at all?"
"No," Usagi-san snapped, half-blinded by the light. Misaki thought he saw the doctor give a small smirk before he clicked the light off.
"Follow my finger, please," he instructed cheerfully, moving it back and forth in front of his lover's face. "No signs of concussion," he announced when he was done. He turned his gaze to Misaki. "Have you had time to talk?"
Misaki flushed again, nodding. "We're gonna keep it," he mumbled. Usagi-san wrapped his arm around his shoulders again, drawing him close.
Kusama-san beamed at him. "In that case, there are a few things I need to discuss with you," he said. "As you know, men who can become pregnant are extremely rare, and, as such, they tend to attract a lot of media attention. To ensure your privacy, I'm going to suggest that you look into private health care facilities where the baby can be born. Until you find one, we can continue your prenatal care here, or I could come to your home. That's up to you, really."
Misaki hesitated, looking up at Usagi-san, who smiled. "We can come here, right?" Misaki asked. His lover nodded.
"Great," Kusama enthused. "For now, I'm going to give you a prenatal vitamin and schedule an appointment for two weeks. You don't have to take it quite so easy anymore; you can cook and clean and go about your usual activities, but I want you to avoid any heavy lifting. Anything over fifty pounds is too heavy." He paused here to grin. "I believe I know one of your professors, Takahashi-san. I'll instruct him to keep his throwing arm to himself. And, please, if you're ever too tired for school, go home and rest. Is that clear?"
Misaki nodded.
"I think we're all done here, then," Kusama-san announced. He held the door open, and before Misaki knew it, he was standing in the parking lot, clutching his vitamins in his hand and wondering why he felt more confused now than he had that morning.
Two updates in a row!
In my story, men can get pregnant, but it's very rare and largely frowned upon. A scandal, if you will.
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