A/N: I'm in this group on Facebook that's a yaoi group, and one of the topics I mentioned was the seme handbook… if you haven't read that book and its rules, I suggest you do it. Some of those rules are and things are just off the wall! No wonder ukes are so emotional, look at how their semes are supposed to behave! Anyways, I thank you for taking the time to read and please review! XOXOXO

Disclaimer: I own nothing remotely connected to D. Gray Man.

What's Love Got To Do With It

Chapter 14

Nozomi's body was forcibly undressed, her arms and legs spread wide, her frozen face stained with tears. Her thoughts were bouncing off the walls as she could feel Tyki's bare fingers ghosting over her frame. He bore a look on his face that was in the middle of being kind and that of evilness, as if he was enjoying remembering every inch of her. Nimble fingers traced up her pale legs, the dip in her legs and hips, the curve of her breasts. He leaned down and gave her right nipple a flick with his tongue, watching as it puckered from his salvia. He did the same to the left one, flicking it once, lathering it with his salvia, then consuming the bud into his warm mouth as one of his fingers went to play with the opposite breasts. Nozomi closed her eyes, trying to let her mind and what little control she had on her body slip far away.

"I know you can hear me, 'Omi, open your eyes. I want to you to watch all the things I'm going to do to you." Tyki demanded, firmly grabbing her jaw. Her temporary state wouldn't allow her to cry out in pain, but a choked sob escaped her lips as he squeezed her face until tears eyes opened to meet his. "Very good." He smiled. He stepped back from the bed to remove what was left of his clothing, nothing but his starched dress pants. Her eyes grew as he released himself from his trousers, the tip of his manhood already weeping with anticipation. "If it's not obvious by now, my dearest 'Omi, I am going to fuck the hell out of you… and enjoy it quite much." Tyki pulled her limp body to his in one violent yank, Nozomi would've cried out at the sound of the bones in her ankle dislocating if she could. Her eyes squeezed shut as he rammed into her dryly, groaning loudly as he sank into her warmth. His groan echoed off the wall as he continued slamming into her, harder and faster. "I said open your eyes, Nozomi!" Tyki growled, pushing her leg up at an angel that could've easily broken it. Her eyes shot open at the immense pain that quickly shot through her, each thrust rocking her body deeper into the darkness she was forcing her blank mind into. Long fingers fisted in her hair and pulled, thrusting as far as her body would allow, as he came with deep sigh. His hot seed shot into her before he slipped out with a sound that was similar to a person stepping into a rather large puddle. The room fell back into another state of silence as Tyki ever so calmly walked over to his fallen clothes, redressing.

Cross jumped to his feet in a disheveled state, quickly crossing the small space over to Nozomi's bed. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears as she screamed, her arms trashing about. "Mimi.." Cross cooed, as he sat down on the bed beside her. He was unable to keep the panic from his voice. "You're alright! You're back at the order, you're back with me." He said softly, pulling her into his arms. Cross held his grip tightly on her at first, her hands violently lashing out at him, before she grew tired of fighting and lay docile against him. Cross brushed her slightly damp bangs from her forehead, placing cool kisses against the warm skin. He held his arms around her for some time, not wanting her thrashing about to cause any more harm to her already battered body or the babies, until her soft voice piped up.

"What happened?" Nozomi asked, nuzzling her face into the material of his shirt. She inhaled his strong robust scent, her stomach doing flips as she took in the blurred sight of his fiery red locks hung gracefully over his shoulders.

"I don't know, dearest… you tell me." He said, his voice eerily soothing. His heart began to race, did he truly want to know all the things she was subjected to while in her captive's care?

Nozomi closed her eyes, trying her hardest to remember what had happened, trying her hardest to dig out all the horrible things that had happened that she had securely tucked away within the darkest depths of her mind.

'Oh god… Nozomi… you feel so good…' Tyki groaned, softly kissing her neck. His faux loving touches roamed her bare skin as he body rocked deeper into the mattress. Nozomi squeezed her eyes shut, a foul taste left in her mouth, her body ached at how filthy she felt, she couldn't take another moment of looking into his lust hungry, half lidded eyes a moment longer.

Nozomi released a wail of a cry as she clung to her strong husband, his arms protectively around her quaking shoulders as she sobbed. He brushed her pink tresses, watching as the tiny wisps curled between his fingers.

"You were right," Nozomi murmured. "I should've listened to you…" She felt her eyes moisten all over again with new tears. All of this could've been avoided if she just would've heeded her husband's plea instead of arrogantly protesting against him. Cross had always had her best interest at her, he had never given her a reason to doubt him and yet…

In that moment Cross cracked, all his panic and guilt shattering his strong façade. "Oh Mimi…" He quietly groaned. "I promised I'd let nothing to happen to you… to always protect you… I failed you horribly… who did this to you?" He lifted her face in his large palms, his thumbs catching any tears that fell stray from her large chocolate eyes. He watched as her plump bottom lip began to quiver, and Cross found himself enraged all over again as one single word, 'Tyki', slipped out in an inaudible whisper. He carefully unwrapped himself from Nozomi's frame, rising to his feet.

"I'll kill the bastard!" Cross growled dangerously. He turned, furiously storming towards the door, before choked out cries stopped him in his tracks.

"Cross! Don't go!" Nozomi cried, her voice desperate as she pleaded. "You can't… he's a Noah… they…he killed Kevin… and now he's after you." She wailed.

"Damnit Nozomi! He could've killed you!" Cross all but yelled.

Nozomi threw back the thin blanket that had been loosely covering her body, running quickly into the tiny bathroom. She dropped in front of the toilet, her stomach heaved as the contents of her belly left her. Cross leaned in the doorway worriedly. Watching his wife retch with a sigh.

"He not only could've killed you… but our children too… you're pregnant, Mimi." He said, his voice a tad softer.

Nozomi looked back at him with eyes wide with disbelief before she was wrecked with dry heaves. Her husband remained silent until she had calmed down, sitting beside the toilet with her head resting against the cool porcelain. "Pregnant?" She swallowed, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes," Confirmed her husband. "Triplets…"

Nozomi's eyes shot open, his last word echoing throughout her head so loud it could've caused an avalanche. She felt like she was going to throw up all over again. "Triplets…? Cross! What the hell did you do to me?" The pinkette slowly rose to her feet, giving him the firmest glare she could muster. Of all the things he could leave her with… he leaves her with three little people, partying it out within her body like she was the ultimate party bus.

"Well… I got into you a rather good number of times." He said slyly with a deep chuckle. His hearty laughter did lighten the mood, if only a little, and for a moment everything seemed right. His sexual remarks, her glare that he had no shame at all in saying such things, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for the swollen pouch that was now her gut sitting ever so slightly over the prim of her panties.

Nozomi's hand flew to her mouth, the other supporting her weak body against the toilet. "I think I'm going to be sick." She grumbled.

Nozomi was released from the infirmary much later that evening, and Cross (being ever the gentleman at times) carried his rearing beloved to their room. The outer room was dark and empty, as they entered their quarters, yet she felt surrounded and alone… although for the next handful of months she'd never truly be alone with the party happening inside her.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?" Cross asked gingerly as he sat her down on the small living sofa. Nozomi shook her head, her eyes staring blankly down at her hands. He gave a deep inward sigh, feeling just as helpless all over again. He wanted to help his little pinkette, but he just didn't know how. He wanted to reach out and console her, but at the same time giving what she had been through he kept a bit of space between them. "Are you alright, Mimi?" Cross asked again.

"How… how could this have happened?" She asked softly. "Now of all times?"

"Nozomi…" Cross was shocked at this. He had been conflicted at hearing the news but his wife seemed to be having a harder time accepting what was now their fate. "Are you considering…?" His heart sank even lower, if that was possible, at the thought of her terminating the precious little lives growing within her. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he allowed her to follow through with such a task, but he would still love her nonetheless.

"No… I'm not… it's just… Tyki and the other Noah's are out to get all the generals… that includes you and now apparently me. What if they come after the babies too? We've seen what they could do…" Nozomi said. She felt her insides twitch in her husband's lack of confidence towards her. As if getting rid of the children growing and thriving within her ever crossed her mind. "If anything ever happened to you or them-"

"Nothing is going to happen, I won't allow it." Cross said firmly, sitting down on the small couch beside her. "Nothing's going to happen to you or our babies... we'll figure something out." He pulled her fragile body into a strong, loving embrace.

"I'm tired…" Nozomi whispered, her head resting against his broad shoulders. "Take me to the bed please."

"Of course," Cooed Cross. "And Mimi…?"

"Hmm?" Her voice was already drifting off, laced heavily with her fatigue and drowsiness.

"I'll always protect you… and our kids… until my heart stops beating…" He waited for her to say something, but no vocal reply came. Instead he was greeted by a soft puff of warm air against his neck. Cross glanced down to see that Nozomi had already drifted off into a deep sleep, her slightly protruding belly resting comfortably against his taunt, flat one.