Pregnant Fathers
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Second Trimester: Week Three
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Ningyou no Seikon - The Doll's Wedding
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Your relationship is the garden in which your child grows.
~Gayle Peterson
Sex may teach a man and woman the delight of coming together; marriage may suffuse us with the comfort and healing that comes from knowing and being known; but it takes a child to tutor us in the virtue of hope.
~Sam Keen
Hiei had a sudden urge to shred apart the book in his hands - or to at least throw it across the room, and not pick it up for another couple weeks. The more he read the book, 'Pregnant Fathers,' the more he began to doubt what he was trying to accomplice. It talked about fatherhood; it talked about the relationship between a man and the child he brought to life; and it talked about the relationship between said man and the woman that he created the child with. Especially about the relationship between the man and woman.
What did he need that information for anyway? It would be just him and his boys after all was said and done. There wasn't . . . Hiei swallowed a dry lump in his throat, and then just forgot about the before loathed book entirely, getting up, and leaving it sitting on his bed where he would probably later despise it all over again.
"Ojisan!" The moment Hiei showed up in the living room, Hyouchuu and Nohara sprang to their feet from their seat on their ofukuro's lap, and ran to his side to grab either of his hands with both of theirs, "Ojisan, play with us!"
Yukina and the usual women were sitting in the living room along with Shizuru and Mukuro. His liege lady got up, and gently poked his stomach, "Hiei, you've gotten bigger since the last time I saw you."
Hiei looked back and forth from the curious Mukuro to the suddenly pouting children, unsure of which to please first for a fraction of a moment. Then Hiei bent down to the futago, and murmured to them "How about the two of you give me my check up before we go out and play? Give Mukuro a chance to see them?"
"Hai!" Nohara cheered, "We have to make sure that it's okay for you to play."
Mukuro covered a smile with her bionic hand when Hiei glared at her after hearing a suspicious chuckle from her direction. However, his scowl faded, and he plopped into the seat that Mukuro had vacated, which was right next to Shizuru. He hadn't known for certain whether anything was wrong with sitting beside her until Shizuru reached over, and began to lightly pet through his thick, silky hair to gently scratch his scalp with her long nails. He wasn't given the chance to even gasp out his surprise because Hyouchuu and Nohara practically laept into his lap, and started pulling out his shirt from his pants to properly see his futago.
He turned his head to stare at her oddly, but then her hand was suddenly gone, and Hiei felt a bit lost without it.
"Ojisan?" Hiei looked back at his meichan, Nohara, "You ate today, right?"
Again that suspicious chuckle from somewhere in the direction of Mukuro, but Hiei bore through it with a sigh, "Ee, breakfast and lunch."
The two gasped as one, "No afternoon snack?!"
He raised an eyebrow at them, "This is a crime?"
"Hai! Hai!" Hyouchuu continued after they shouted together, "You got to keep up your strength!"
Nohara went right over her, "And our itoko-chan need to know they get afternoon snacks everyday!"
"Oh?" Hiei smirked, "I didn't know that you two were going to raise my boys."
They beamed up at him obliviously, and Nohara said, "Hai! We're going to make sure they get their meals everyday."
"Ne, Nohara, Hyouchuu," he began, chuckling, "you do know that I'll take care of them, right?"
"Aa, but we'll be there to make sure that you don't mess up."
He frowned softly then. Did they actually believe that he was going to continue living there with them? It was only supposed to be a passing thing. After he and Botan had their children, the two would soon go back to their normal lives with other lives joining them. "Meichan . . . after the futago are born . . . I'm not staying here. I'm going back to the Makai as soon as I get all my strength back."
Very quickly after he said that, the smiles on their faces dispersed, and Nohara took up a quiet wailing cry as Hyouchuu blinked up at him with wide red eyes, "You're leaving us too? But why, Ojisan?"
Sniffling, Nohara said, "I don't want you to go too, Ojisan . . ."
"I'm not leaving for good," he tried to reassure them before he collected anymore hiruiseki on his lap, "I'll come and visit with my futago."
"But, Ojisan!"
"Musumechan," Yukina reprimanded them gently as only Yukina could, "your ojisan lives in the Makai. It's where he wants to raise his musuko."
They turned their tearfull gazes up toward Yukina - which was away from Hiei, thankfully - and Hyouchuu said, "But, Okaasan, why can't he stay here? We want him and our itoko-chan to stay!"
"We know, Musumechan, but your ojisan wants to go back to the Makai. Besides, he has a duty there. He's Mukuro-sama's heir, remember? He can't just stop being her heir."
Immediately, they turned to Mukuro, "Order him to stay here!"
She snorted softly, smirking, "'Order him?' Hiei?" He scowled slightly at that remark, but she only smirked more, "Well, it's true."
On his other side, Shizuru nodded, "Ee, I really can't see you actually obeying anyone."
Rolling his eyes, he explained, "I can follow orders, but nothing stupid." Wrong choice of words, flashed through his head briefly when Hyouchuu and Nohara began to wail on his lap before him. Sweating nervously as more hiruiseki appeared on his lap, Hiei tried to silence them, "I didn't mean it like that . . ."
Smiling softly at him, Yukina, picked them both up, "Oh, Musumechan, you're both so silly."
After they hushed down, she put them down, and the two scampered off, frowning slightly up at Hiei before doing so. His gut twisted a moment at the sight of their faces like that. After a long moment of tense quiet, Hiei stood up, and stalked away to his room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He stared at the door a while before opening it, and slamming it shut, the loud noise after all that silence satisfying him greatly. In fact, it was so satisfying that Hiei opened the door just to slam it again, and then did it again . . . but that didn't seem to be enough for the Koorime because he kept at it, slamming the door harder and harder after each time. When he opened the door to slam it for the umpteenth time, Shizuru stepped into the doorway, and he held the doorknob in his hand, waiting for her to speak.
She wasted no time, "So how much longer are you going to keep up this racket?"
He had a sudden unconscious urge to fidget, but he remained still, staring up into her eyes. Thinking to himself, he discreetly looked her body up and down, When did she get to be so beautiful? Hiei felt a slight tightening in his groin, but he held it back . . . at least enough that it didn't show through his pants, and he could still feel the sweet strain of keeping it under wrap.
Though he knew it to be dangerous to keep himself on the edge as he was while looking straight at the woman of his desire, Hiei wasn't at a point of caring then, opting to just gaze at her contentedly, and knowing that doing that might just be the thing that would make him snap and fuck her right in the hallway.
Kuso . . . It only took the mere thought of the act to grab her arm, and pull her inside, using the momentum to swing her toward his bed. The back of her legs hit the side of the bed, causing her to fall back, her breasts bouncing as she did. Hiei watched as her breasts slowed their bouncing, and then lifted his eyes to the indignant look on Shizuru's face.
"What do you think that you're doing?" She asked, standing up already. He didn't answer, but he did quietly shut the door, and her eyes narrowed slightly, watching his movements carefully. "Hiei, what are you doing?" Shizuru whispered.
The summer heat of July had made Shizuru choose to wear a simple tank top, and for once, she was wearing a skirt. One that went just below her mid thigh. All he had to do was flip up the skirt, pull off any of those panties that ningen wore, and then he would be in. He scowled down at his pants. Except for one more thing. But it was still so simple.
"Hiei . . ."
He growled at her for silence, and her mouth shut, her lips twisting slightly in distaste. However, it wasn't long before she tried again.
"Hiei," she started, and when his growl didn't daunt her, she said, "I don't know what you're up to exactly, but those waves of lust coming off of you isn't very reassuring."
Grimacing, Hiei tore his eyes away from her, and leaned against the door, sliding down it to sit against it. He rested his hands on his knees, gripping them tightly to restrain himself from stripping away his pants, and watched her intently for a long time before finally murmuring, "You better get out of here."
Her eyes narrowed into smaller slits, and then she stood up slowly, walking to where Hiei was leaning against the door. She stopped directly in front of him, and he stared up at her in confusion, "Why should I?"
"Get out of here," he gritted through his fangs, almost pleadingly. "Get out."
"Why? Feeling a bit unmanly? Embarrassed that you can't please me?"
His eyes bugged out before he grabbed her hips, and planted his lips around where her center was under her skirt, sucking hard. Gasping at the sudden pressure, Shizuru tried to stay balanced by bracing herself on the door with her hands. She panted softly while Hiei's hands rubbed her thighs, wandering up her skirt to cup her ass, and brought her even closer. He pinched the bare ass of hers that he felt, pleased to discover that there were none of those undergarments to be found, and then released her center from his mouth, making her moan softly in want.
Licking his lips, he purred up to her, "I can't please you, huh? Then what was that if not pleasurable?"
She took a deep, calming breath, "Hiei, you better hope that you're going to be doing more than just that because I'll beat the shit out of you otherwise."
He growled deeply, and gently pushed her in the direction of the bed, "Strip, and I'll think about it."
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Blinking curiously at him as he stood up, she sat up slowly, and brushed aside a loch of hair in her face, "So . . ."
He looked up at her, "So what?"
Narrowing her eyes, Shizuru said, "Never you mind. My unasked question was just answered."
When she began to collect her clothes, and was about to pull on her skirt, his eyes widened, and he grabbed her wrist, ceasing her action, I'm not letting her go after I just got her! "Wait, don't-"
But who ever said that she was yours? A voice in the back of his head taunted, You fucked her. That's all. That doesn't make her yours.
"Don't what?"
He gritted his fangs, "Don't go. Stay here."
She looked into his eyes steadily, and then sighed, her face softening from the hardened state that it had just been in, "Hiei, did you know that you look so cute like that?"
"Cute?" His eyes widened, the cute appearance of his fangs slightly bared in anger fading slowly, "Me?"
"Hai, you."
"Well . . ." Hiei swallowed a lump in his throat. Is she . . . flirting with me? How does flirting work after sex anyway? . . . What happened to the flirting that we were supposed to be doing?! That's not a bad thing, is it? Would it hurt to flirt back a bit? "If I'm cute," he went on, more certain of himself, "then you must be gorgeous."
Shizuru smiled softly, and knelt to kiss him gently, and her response to that was a soft purr, and his lips pressed back to hers before she pulled away. She sat back down on the bed, and crossed her arms over her breasts, seemingly aware that she was nude suddenly.
He answered that voice, She's not mine now, but she will be. Soon.
Smiling, Hiei found himself looking her over again, and chuckled softly when he found her to be blushing. He sat before her, grinning up at her to show off his fangs. Just before he could attempt to spread her lovely legs though . . .
"Hiei?" She whispered, and his hands just rested on her thighs, gently stroking Shizuru's inner thighs with his thumbs.
A bit impatiently, he asked, "Nani?"
"Are we still friends?"
Kuso. Hiei didn't want to be friends any longer. He wanted the beauty that he had just taken into his arms as his mate. He needed that. Her. It was that feeling - that closeness - that he wanted from her. What he had been feeling for her these past weeks was proof enough that Shizuru just might be the one that he wanted by his side while raising his children.
However . . . if that question meant what he thought that it meant, what she was really asking was whether their friendship had still remained intact after their first - and very unexpected - round of love-making. At least, that's what it always seemed to mean whenever any past lovers had asked him that, and it seemed to be the same for in those ningen movies too.
So, if he couldn't have Shizuru for his mate . . .
"Why wouldn't we be?"
He'd definately be able to wait for his chance to make her his mate. At any rate, she still had a whole ningen lifetime worth of hilarious stories about Kuwabara that he still hadn't heard yet.
"Well . . . you did just make love to me, Hiei."
He shrugged slightly, "Is something wrong with fucking between friends?"
She sighed, and shook her head, "Not really, I suppose."
Frowning softly, he gently pricked her thighs with her claws to gain her attention, "What's wrong?"
Shizuru stared down at him, and then she smirked, "Nothing that can't be fixed by a kiss."
His fangs flashed her a smile, and he gently tugged down on her hair to kiss her. Once their lips parted, he asked, "All better?"
"Much," she gently kissed his bandana near his Jagan.
Besides, Hiei mused to himself as he began to kiss much lower, I'm sure that she wouldn't mind more; a lot more.
Mukuro scowled at the thing in her hand, trying her best not to give into her urges to shred it apart.
"Mukuro-sama!" Nohara giggled, "You're supposed to dress the doll up!"
She sighed in defeat, and picked out a white dress from the pile to put on her own doll. After dressing the thing, she murmured, "So is that all I'm supposed to do? Just dress them up in pretty outfits?"
"Iie," she said, smiling widely, "now, we have to have a wedding!"
"Why?" She asked curiously.
"Because your dolly is dressed up to get married. She's wearing white," Hyouchuu explained patiently as if speaking to someone much younger than she other than a Makai warlord that was really more than a thousand years her senior, and capable of mass destruction in either the Reikai, Makai, or Ningenkai in any day of the week.
Getting into the act, Mukuro said overdramatically, "Oh, but where is her mate?"
The two girls became quiet, and they looked at each other, then at Mukuro, and then back at each other. "Well . . ." started Nohara, "maybe we can get one of the boys to play."
Hyouchuu pouted, "But the last time we tried that, they ran away!"
Grinning almost wickedly, Mukuro stated, "Not this time. Those boys will play with us no matter what."
Something began to knock on his door, and he stirred in Shizuru's arms. She had been coming over a lot more often since the first time that they had fucked. While the sex was fun though, they were splitting off from that more and more since Hiei's futago were becoming so big. The two were more often to be laying in Hiei's bed with Shizuru petting him. Like she had been doing this past - he glanced at the clock - two hours?!
Sighing in resignation, Hiei sat up carefully away from her embrace, and padded to the door, opening it a crack, "Nani?"
A doll met him, squeaking out, "Konnichiwa, Hiei!"
Hiei's eyes bugged out, "Mukuro? Is that you?"
The doll disappeared, and Mukuro's head popped into the crack of the door that Hiei had made, pouting that he had ruined her fun, "Hai. Come out and play with us, Hiei."
Suspicious, he asked, "Why should I?"
She grinned, "Because Kemono is sick and can't play. And we need one more groom."
"Oh, no! I don't think so!"
She just grinned wider, "I don't care what you think."
"And neither do I," someone had gotten up from his bed, and opened the door all the way before unceremoniously shoving him out into the hallway with Mukuro. "You're going to play with them whether you like it or not. You need to stop being so lazy anyway."
He glared up at her indignantly. Ever since that day, Shizuru had also been more . . . he wasn't entirely sure, but she was becoming a little annoying. But it was a nice annoying. Like she cared for him. It all kind of reminded him of Yuusuke and his mate's relationship. Except not so violent.
Grumbling, Hiei went to the living room with the two women on his heels, and found the unsick children paired off already. Hyouchuu with what looked like a very annoyed Sasuke, and Nohara with a growling Kibaha. Both little girls were smiling brightly. He sat on the couch, and waited for directions from them.
The first two ceremonies were rather simple - though the boys mumbled through their so-called vows, maybe saying something about loving the dolls like they were supposed to - and Hiei understood the gist of as soon as it got to his and Mukuro's turn. He was required to say something sweet, and then he was to recite some ridiculous mantra from America or some other western country. At least, that's what it looked like at any rate.
Relieved of their duties, the boys scampered off as soon as they both were finished, and Hyouchuu and Nohara ran after them shouting something about having a house and kids.
Mukuro chuckled, "Well, it seems that the girls have forgotten about you, Hiei. You're off the hook." She took up, and straightened her clothes, "I need to be heading off back to the Makai anyway."
The three exchanged goodbyes, and soon it was just Hiei, Shizuru, and the doll that Mukuro had put in the white dress. He stared at it for a moment before plucking it from the ground, and giving it to Shizuru, straddling her laps afterwards.
She raised an eyebrow at him, and he simply said, "I still want to play."
Here it was. His moment of truth. He had been planning to say some semblance of these words to her at some point anyway. This way, it would be much easier because it wouldn't be said directly to her, but through a game. Through a doll.
Shizuru smiled warmly, and held the doll up straight, but he didn't look at the doll as she said in a slightly higher voice, "I love you with all of my heart. You make my day brighter, and I love you for that."
His lips pursed slightly in thought, gazing into her eyes, and then he murmured softly, "I love you. And I wish that I could say more on the subject, but that's really all I have to say. They say that you're supposed to be able to communicate better after being so long with people after being alone for a long time before that, but . . ." her warm smile began to fade, and she blinked slowly at him, staring back into his red eyes. "It really isn't easy to communicate after everything that I've been through when I've been alone for so long. And I don't think that I'll ever tell you enough like you deserve, but know now that I do love you." He gently moved aside the doll, and leaned in closer to her, "And I really do. Love you, that is." Hiei smiled at her shocked look, "Let's skip that silly little recitation, and get to the best part, ne?"
"I do," she said immediately, and didn't even bother to wait for him to say it in turn, bringing their lips together quickly.
Ah! Do you smell that?
Lemony fresh . . .
Wow, this was a fast update.
I'm so close to finishing this fic, and I almost don't want to now! I'm just so in love with it! It's a good thing that I have all these sequel things and a couple prequels in mind or I wouldn't finish just so that I wouldn't have to finish, you know?
Has anyone else noticed that I like putting Mukuro in weird situations? First the wet, naked girls dancing around her, and now dolls. What next? . . . I have a sudden urge to make her play a board game.
I like being in Yuusuke's head, and I like making Mukuro do weird shit. Only me, ne?
Anyway, I have a new url for my website. Gexus.com was pissing me off by not letting me sign on and update. I don't know what was wrong with it, but I had some fic updates to do, so don't go to the old website url, and instead go here:
Hmmm . . . I think that's just about it. So I'm either going to go to bed, or try writing up some other chapter for another story. Maybe 'The Dragon's Hoard.' I haven't touched that in a long time.
Ja mata!