Torture Chamber
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Chapter 3: Not Feeling Good-
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"Mmmm…" Yuki murmured, breathing in a deep scent of lavender from long locks of golden blond hair.
He looked down at K, admiring the way his long hair fell around his face. It was slightly wavy because of the fact that K kept it in a ponytail all day, everyday. It was…beautiful the way he looked when he was sleeping. Like an angel.
Yuki shifted slightly to brush a few strands out of K's eyes.
K mumbled something in his sleep, tilting his face into Yuki's hand. He blinked open his eyes, a small frown crossing his features as he realized he wasn't wearing his gun. He blinked again, and looked up at Yuki.
Oh. The events of the morning flooded into his brain, and he pushed himself up onto his elbow. "What time is it?"
A playful smile tugged at Yuki's lips, "I don't know. Use your dick as a sundial."
"You'll have to get it up for me."
Another smile found its way onto Yuki's face as he got into a sitting position. "My back hurts."
K raised a brow, smiling innocently. "Really?"
Yuki made a mental note to himself that floors were not made for fucking. "We need to go shopping."
"Shopping?" K smiled in a way that would make even the most die-hard shoppers pale in envy, though it was highly doubtful he was thinking of shopping at all. Blowing up the stores was far more likely. Then he frowned. "I'm not paying."
"I'm going to buy a new rug to replace this one." Yuki explained before adding, "and I only made you pay before because you wouldn't let me drive my own damn car."
K shrugged, "I'm just following Shuichi's orders."
Yuki's expression changed drastically. He hadn't been thinking about Shuichi until just then. He coughed lightly, then stood up slowly and walked out of the bathroom.
"Fuck." K nearly jumped to his feet, grabbing his pants from the floor and tugging them on. Not bothering with doing them up properly, he pulled his gun off of the counter and was out of the bathroom before Yuki could get farther then the kitchen. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Let me guess. You're following order number two. Making sure I don't get lonely, K?" Yuki said haughtily, still walking away.
K weighed his options. He could say yes, and run the risk of having an enraged Eiri Yuki on his hands, or he could say no, and the result would be a mystery. He definitely preferred the second. "You're overreacting. Maybe I just wanted to fuck you."
Something in Yuki's mind snapped. He wasn't quite sure why, but he wheeled around and with one of the iciest glares he'd ever directed at anyone, he yelled, "What the hell am I? Just a cheap fuck to you!"
"What I'm paying for sure as hell isn't cheap!"
By this time, Yuki had reached the point where he was beyond furious. His eyes were dangerously narrow, his mouth a paper -thin line. "Christ, its no wonder your wife left you!" he spat, standing naked in the middle of the kitchen.
K's eyes deadened, and he turned and walked towards the door. Fuck it. Fuck Shuichi, and fuck Yuki. He pulled his shoulder holster on, opening the front door and stepping outside. The door slammed shut behind him, and the building shook with the force of the impact.
For a few minutes, Yuki just stood, staring at the last place he'd seen K. He moved to a chair, collapsing instantly.
Tears began to fall from Yuki's golden eyes. He told himself he didn't care. But somewhere inside, he already knew he'd fallen for K.
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K started his car with abrupt movements, nearly backing into a line of mailboxes as he peeled rubber out of the parking lot. Dammit all! Was it too much to ask for a rebound that didn't cause more problems? Fuck Yuki and all his shit! K slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a cat. He contemplated shooting it and decided, for the first time in his life, that it wasn't worth it.
He just wanted to get as far away from Yuki as he possibly could.
It would have been fine if Yuki hadn't mentioned Judy. It made him seriously regret deciding to jump the cold-blooded bastard. If he'd stuck with his instinct instead of allowing himself to think, he could be asleep, instead of running away from a job.
Oh fuck. He'd run away from a job. What was he going to tell Shuichi when he got back? K blinked, realizing that he'd all but parked in the middle of the road. He hit the gas again. Shuichi didn't matter. Shooting something did.
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With a soft hiccup, Yuki pulled himself to his feet. He someone made his way to his bedroom, trying to find some clothes. He pulled on some boxers and a pair of crème colored pajama pants.
For a moment, he started walking toward the bathroom nearest his bedroom, but stopped after a few steps and began going to one on the other side of the apartment.
When Yuki looked at himself in the mirror, he stared for a moment at the hickey. It had been done with such practiced ease that he could still remember the feeling of lips and tongue on his neck. There were also faint pink tracks from where K had bitten him down his collarbone.
The little circle was right in the little nook between his neck and shoulder, less than the size of a quarter, a noticeably red color.
Yuki's face paled. I'm going to be sick.
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A Week Later
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K shut off the car, resting his hands on the steering wheel as the car cooled. He'd managed to buy a shirt before he'd come back, and the black t-shirt clung to his skin. He stared up at the window he knew was Yuki's.
He didn't know why he'd come back. It was completely beyond him. He'd just started driving, and he'd ended up here. He sighed, climbing out of the car. In addition to the shirt, he'd found a hotel with a mini-mart down the road. K took a deep breath and shut the car, moving towards the apartment building.
After a few intercom buzzes, the door slowly opened, revealing a very pale and tired looking Yuki. His hair was mussed; eyes were lacking their usual golden glow. Only clothed in a pair of pinstriped pajama pants, this time without his pillow.
For a moment, Yuki just stared at the man at his door. "You…" he said under his breath. As the word left his lips, his skin went even whiter and he covered his mouth with one hand. Yuki ran toward the bathroom, leaving the front door wide open.
K blinked. That wasn't quite the welcome he was expecting. He stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. "Yuki?"
No answer, just the sound of Yuki throwing up.
K wrinkled his nose. This reminded him of when Judy was pregnant with Michael… He moved farther into the room, following Yuki into the bathroom.
Yuki had stopped by then, and was now wiping at the corners of his mouth. He was kneeling in front of the toilet. "I'm…sorry," he said, the tears increasing slightly.
"Why?" K crouching next to the other man. "What the hell happened while I was gone?"
Yuki tried not to meet K's eyes. "I don't know… yesterday I all of a sudden I started feeling sick at random times…" he whispered, reaching up to flush the toilet.
K frowned, "Have you called the doctor?" Dammit. He'd left, and Yuki'd gotten sick. He'd broken three of Shuichi's rules by leaving for a week!
Yuki shook his head. "I figured it was just…stress…or something…"
"We're going to call. Now." K stood, offering Yuki a hand up.
The author stared at the hand being given to him, hesitating to take it for only a second. He placed his hand carefully in K's, noting with a bit of sadness how his own seemed to fit perfectly with the other man's.
"Okay…" He murmured, standing on his feet.
K led him out of the bathroom, keeping hold of Yuki's hand until they'd located the phone. He released Yuki's hand, handing him the phone. "Here."
Yuki felt a bit sorrowful that he wasn't holding K's hand anymore. Before he even took the phone, he started crying again.
K's eyes widened in something close to concern, and he grabbed Yuki by the shoulders. "What? What's wrong?" What the hell! He hadn't done anything except try to give him the phone!
Yuki ducked his head down, trying to hide his tears. "I…I'm sorry… I really am…"
"What's wrong?" K stared down at the man who was all but hanging in his hands, and pulled him into the closest thing to a hug he'd given in months.
Yuki stiffened slightly at the small embrace, then relaxed seconds later. He hiccupped before answering, "I was really mean…I don't know why…It just came out…I'm sorry…"
K shook his head, rocking a bit as he did when Michael cried. "Shut up and relax."
Another hiccup and for a moment, Yuki just let rested his head on K's chest, letting his breathing steady. After a few minutes, he stopped crying.
"Better?"
Yuki nodded against K's chest, then after a minute he let go and took the phone. "I'll call my doctor." He said, moving to go look for the number.
K swallowed back a sigh, watching Yuki move away. He rubbed his forehead, pushing his hair back from his face. "Do you think I could get in the shower?"
At the mention of the shower, a light pink color filled Yuki's pale face. He was suddenly grateful that he wasn't facing K. "Go ahead."
The American smiled, ignoring Yuki's discomfort. "Thanks." He turned, walking to the nearest bathroom.
After a few minutes, Yuki was able to locate his doctor's number. He dialed and scheduled an appointment for later that afternoon. Trying to ignore the sound of the running water, he went into his bedroom to change.
This is awkward. He thought, pulling on a pair of black dress pants slowly. A sudden flash of pain ripped through Yuki's stomach, and he yelled out in pain.
K ran into the room, hair a tangled mess around his face and soap suds sticking to his wet skin. A drop of water was making its way down his chest as he pulled on the shoulder holster. His gun was already in his hand, and he stared around the room. "What? What happened!"
Yuki was currently keeled on the floor, clutching his stomach in pain. He stared at the sight before him for a moment, a bit dumbfounded at seeing K like this. Then again…he already had seen him naked.
"My…stomach hurts…" he stammered, sitting down completely on the floor.
The gun slid into its holster, and K moved to kneel next to Yuki. "Where?"
Yuki placed a hand on his lower abdomen. "Here. But it spreads across as well." He murmured, the spasm going away slowly.
K rested his hand where Yuki's was, smoothing it over the place he'd said it hurt. "How did it hurt?" Why was he being so… nice? He just couldn't make himself be angry with the author.
"A rolling pain…It hurt really badly, but then it went away quickly…" Yuki said, trembling at the warm hand on his bare stomach, "It's gone now…"
"Okay." K sighed, standing carefully. "I'm going to finish my shower…"
Yuki nodded slowly, standing as well. He walked toward his closet, looking for a shirt to wear. "Three O'clock. That's when the appointment is." He said, glancing over at K.
He nodded, "I'll be done by then." He pulled off the gun holster, "Do you still have my stuff here?"
Yuki thought for a moment. "I think they're in the spare bedroom…" he answered, pulling a red button-up shirt from a clothes hanger.
K nodded, moving back into the bathroom.
With a minor glance toward the retreating man and small quirk of his eyebrows, Yuki pulled the red shirt on, buttoning it up slowly. After three buttons, he sighed.
Several minutes later, K's voice drifted into the bedroom, barely holding up a tune. "Don't wanna be an American idiot! One nation controlled by the media, can you hear the sounds of hysteria, calling out to idiot America!"
It was all Yuki could do not to laugh out loud. K was a very bad singer. He's worse than Shui- Yuki froze, realizing whom he was thinking about.
K slurred through the words he didn't know, climbing out of the shower after skipping several verses.
"Twenty minutes till 3:00!"
"I'm done!"
A loud sigh could be heard from Yuki in the living room. "It takes 15 minutes to get to the office! Not counting traffic!" he called, glancing up at the clock on the wall.
"Hold on! You can't expect me to go naked!" K emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and gun in his hand. "I'll be right out."
I wouldn't mind. Yuki thought dryly, pulling a jacket on.
K came out of the guest bedroom, readjusting his jacket over his gun. "Ready?"
Yuki nodded and followed K to the car. This time, he got into the passenger seat without any trouble. "Hatahari Hospital." He said, buckling his seatbelt and holding up the keys.
Accepting the keys from Yuki, K started the car. "Right. Hang tight, we'll be there a little early…" Grinning, he hit the gas.
With a gulp, Yuki nodded before they started speeding toward the hospital in a much faster speed than he would have preferred. Yuki tried not to look out his window. If he did, he'd probably throw up.
K parked the car, glancing at his watch. "We've got five minutes." He glanced at Yuki and inwardly cursed.
Yuki felt sick. He hoped that he wouldn't throw up. So he unbuckled his seat and sat there, trying to calm his stomach. "Thanks…" he mumbled, one hand over his stomach again.
It was a wrench, but… "I'm sorry. I should've been more considerate." K reached over, taking the hand that wasn't on Yuki's stomach.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Yuki said, letting his hand clasp onto K's, "It's not your fault."
K shrugged, letting Yuki sit for a minute. "We're going to be late. You ready to go?"
For some reason, Yuki felt nervous. "I'm ready…" he said, letting K's hand go and opening his car door.
Ignoring the sudden onslaught of cold air, K pulled the keys out of the ignition and climbed out of the car.
Yuki walked through the ominous hospital doors, listening to the whoosh sound that they made when he walked through them. He went past the waiting patients and people to the front reception desk. "I'm here to see Dr. Hamazaki." He said to the girl at the desk.
She didn't look up, "He'll be free from his latest appointment in two minutes. Take a seat next to the door and wait for your name to be called."
Yuki gave a private glare to the young receptionist, going to sit at one of the ugly purple-padded chairs. Pity that girl hadn't realized whom it was she was talking to.
K leaned against the wall next to him, crossing his arms loosely. He didn't like being in hospitals. He preferred putting people in hospitals.
Two minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty-five. By the time it'd been over a half-hour, Yuki felt like he was going to kill someone. Perhaps he could get K to lend him his gun.
K sighed loudly, "What the hell is taking so long?"
Yuki didn't answer. He had an idea. He slipped out of his chair, striding toward the reception desk once again. He had a big smirk on his face, a gleam in his eyes. The color of his face had improved. "Excuse me, miss?" he said to the young girl. Her name tag announced her name was Sakura.
She looked, then her eyes widened as she recognized him. "Oh… I… Hello?"
"I had an appointment for a half-hour ago. Could you please inform the doctor that I have arrived, if it isn't too much trouble?" Yuki asked, his charm meter going way up.
"Of… of course." Sakura managed a smile, "That won't be a problem."
Yuki gave one of his smiles, the one that he used on the back picture of his novels, the one that all the ladies fell in love with. "Thank you very much, Sakura."
"It's no trouble." Sakura stood, hustling into the back room.
K raised a brow as Yuki came back to his chair. "Smooth."
Yuki smiled at him, this time not with the artificial sexy smile, but with a warm smile. "She didn't look up the first time. That's why I wasn't automatically let in to see the doctor." He said, letting himself sit down for a moment.
He really didn't need to, seeing as how Sakura had already told Dr. Hamazaki that his patient had arrived and was calling him to the back room.
K helped Yuki out of his chair, moving towards the door that Hamazaki was holding open. The doctor frowned, stopping K from entering after Yuki. "Are you related?"
"No." K frowned.
"I'm sorry. You can't come in."
Yuki turned, "Doctor, he's my partner."
The doctor flushed, then allowed K to go in. Yuki let K come closer before he grasped his sleeve and gave a nervous smile. "I'm a little scared…"
K slipped his arm around Yuki's waist, not sure if it was for the doctor's benefit or… "You'll be fine."
"So you've been having cramps…and been throwing up…" the doctor murmured, looking down at the notes the secretary had taken, "Any mood swings?"
Yuki thought for a moment, but K answered for him. "Yes."
The doctor nodded, thinking to himself. "When was the last time you took part in sexual intercourse?"
Yuki looked down at his shoes, "One week ago."
K felt his cheeks heat despite himself. At least it'd been good intercourse.
Hamazaki nodded, taking a note on his clipboard. "Alright…"
After looking over the notes and asking a few more questions, Dr. Hamazaki came to an almost completely sure conclusion.
"Well…by these symptoms and amount of time after you engaged in sexual intercourse, I'd say the proper explanation for your 'illness' isn't stress, Mr. Yuki." The doctor said.
"You're pregnant."
K slumped as Yuki fell hard against him. He took a step back, steadying himself and Yuki. He stared at Hamazaki, then glanced down at Yuki, who had clearly passed out. He looked back at the doctor. "You've got to be fucking kidding."
"Well…We will have to get an ultrasound to make sure, but I'm about 95 sure that Mr. Yuki is pregnant." The doctor said, flipping through the notes he'd made, "He's already got the one-week symptoms. I imagine that in a few days he will be going through a frequent urination period."
TBCMassive Rant by Anndy:
Well, not really a rant, despite the fact that I just majorly screwed up. LOL. Called Suqua 'seme' and… Lol. Just badness. Anyhoo, guess what? I PASSED SCIENCE WITH AN A! BWHAHAHA! I'm proud of myself. This is the first A I've had in science since second grade. .
Hope you liked this chapter, because it was really fun to write. How do you all feel, now that Yuki's pregnant? XD We should have the next chapter up pretty soon. Start watching out for granola bars and swamps!
(suqua runs in and licks Anndy)
Suqua: NUUUUUUU! Bad seme!
Anndy: (innocent) But uuuukeeee…. (RUNS)
Suqua: now that Anndy is gone…I can tell you what will REALLY happen! XD BTW, we don't care that Yuki is a guy. :3 Well we actually do…but we are ignoring the fact that it is anatomically impossible for a man to have a baby…like many fanfics do.
On the Next Chapter of Torture Chamber!
…..we don't know…. O-o sorries. : ) Have a nice day.