Torture Chamber
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Phone Call
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K glanced at Yuki as he drove at the most sedated speed he could manage. The author had been pretty much silent on their way back to the car, and now they were nearly back to the apartment.
Yuki stared at one of his hands. It was sweaty, gripping the side of his seat. He was still in shock. I'm pregnant…with K's child…
It was impossible it'd be Shuichi's. He hadn't seen him in more than a week. Plus, Shuichi had never entered him before, unlike K. It had all started after Yuki and K had made love.
K took a deep breath, letting it out quietly. He pulled into the apartment parking lot, shutting the car off in Yuki's space. Damn. One time having sex with Yuki, and he was pregnant. Once. Only once. It seemed impossible. He had to be dreaming.
Distractedly, Yuki placed one hand on his stomach. There was life under his fingertips, growing slowly. He was going to bear K's child. His and K's.
With a soft sigh, K unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look at Yuki. He'd reacted with joy when Judy was pregnant… but he was married then. Oh hell. He was still married. Fuck.
What am I going to do? It's his baby…Yuki wondered, meeting K's eyes reluctantly.
K fought the urge to shift uncomfortably, searching for something to say. What were you supposed to say to a pregnant man?
"K…I…" Yuki started, and then didn't finish. There was a hell of a lot he could say right then, but for some stupid reason he couldn't think of anything to say.
K shook his head, "Are you as lost as I am?"
Yuki nodded, opening the car door. "Yeah, but I really need to go to the bathroom." He grumbled. Pregnancy was starting to lose its shock and go more into the annoyance section of his mind. Having to pee every ten minutes and throwing up every morning for nine months didn't sound like fun.
That and all the other things that would happen as well, within the time until his due date. Food cravings…more sickness…He sure as hell hoped he wouldn't develop breasts.
K opened the door, climbing out and shutting it again. He moved around the car to help Yuki, blaming orders for his clinginess.
Yuki walked in to the door, waiting for K to open it. He sure as hell really needed to pee.
K opened the door, letting Yuki step inside first. Holy shit. What the hell were they going to do?
"You don't have to feel obligated."
"Obligated?"
Yuki turned toward K, a slightly sad smile on his face. "You already have a son to worry about. You don't need to feel like you have to be here." He explained, clasping his hands together behind him.
"I'm not leaving." K shook his head, "It'll take more then this to get me to leave you alone."
Yuki didn't know why, but this didn't surprise him. "I'm…glad…" he said slowly and then added, "We're going to have a baby…"
The last thing that passed from his mouth was the first it had been spoken aloud since they left the doctor's office. Yuki had scheduled two more appointments for the next few weeks.
"Yeah." K tucked his hands in his pockets, feeling overwhelmed. He was going to be a father. Again.
With a little smile, Yuki turned and started walking toward the bathroom. He really didn't like this whole "frequent urination" thing. He could also do without the morning sickness.
Not only that, he was exhausted. He felt nauseous. He felt both like bursting into tears or perhaps screaming at the nearest person. But he didn't want to scream at K. After all…he was the father of his unborn child.
K shut the front door with his hip, leaning against it. It was going to be an interesting 9 months...
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In America
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"Yuukiiiiiii! I wanna call Yuki! Stop holding the phone hostage Hiro!"
Shuichi Shindou, lead singer of the up-and-coming band Bad Luck was currently sitting in a hotel room in San Francisco, clutching onto the sleeve of his best friend, Hiroshi Nakano.
Hiro shook him off, holding the phone high over his head. His guitar was strapped to his back, and if he wasn't careful, Shuichi was going to step on it. "I'm sure he's fine, Shu. You need to warm up. We've got a concert in an hour."
The usually genki boy sat down on the bed, sulking. He had only been in America for about eight days and he'd already sung for six concerts. K really knew how to book them.
Sighing, Hiro pulled the guitar around to the front, leaning against the wall. He hung up the phone, and glanced at his friend.
"Na, Hiro...don't you miss Ayaka?" asked Shuichi suddenly, sliding down on the floor to face his friend.
"Nope." Hiro shrugged, plucking out a light tune. "We broke up."
Shuichi's eyes widened. "WHAT! YOU BROKE UP? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL MEEEEE? I THOUGHT WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!"
The boy was now bouncing around the room, yelling about best friends and telling each other everything. It's a wonder that he didn't ruin his singing voice.
Hiro shrugged again. "We came to an agreement. I didn't love her, and she couldn't be in a relationship that wasn't completely
devoted."
Shuichi stopped bouncing around, plopping down in front of Hiro. "But I thought you were happy with each other! You always acted like it!"
"I was happy with her. She's a good friend." Hiro shook his head. "She's not the one I was looking for, though."
"Who are you looking for"
Hiro didn't look up from his guitar. "You."
"Yu? Who's Yu?" asked Shuichi, a confused expression on his face.
"Not Yu." Hiro looked up, rolling his eyes. "You, idiot."
Shuichi still looked confused. "You're looking for me?"
"I found you." Hiro sighed, resting his head against the wall. "I didn't realize it was you I was looking for until Yuki came into the picture. If it hadn't been for him, I might've gotten you before you found someone else. I figured that you were as devoted as you could be to Yuki, and I needed to get my mind off of you. So I dated Ayaka...I just figured it wasn't worth it. I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I was leading Ayaka on...It wasn't right, so I called it off."
Shuichi looked down at the floor. "But Hiro...You don't understand...you did find me..." he whispered, "Whenever I needed you...you came back to me...and...and..."
A tear fell onto the carpet, another following shortly.
Hiro tugged off his guitar, leaning it against the wall. He knelt next to Shuichi, hugging him. "It's okay, Shu..."
"I just convinced myself that I was in love with Yuk...then you were with Ayaka...and I just thought that...if you were happy...I could be too..." Shuichi said into Hiro's chest, wrapping his arms him.
"Shu..." Hiro hid his face in Shuichi's neck. "I would've done something sooner, but..."
"Hiro...I like you...as more than a friend..."
"I like you too."
"Do you...love me, Hiro?" Shuichi asked, raising Hiro to face level.
Hiro took a deep breath, "Yes."
With a little sigh, Shuichi leaned forward and said, "I love you too," and kissed him.
Blinking, Hiro kissed him back. Shuichi was warm under his hands, and Hiro pulled him closer.
With a little smile against Hiro's lips, Shuichi flicked out a tongue.
Hiro's lips parted, and he shut his eyes. He'd let Shuichi be dominant, if only for the moment...
With another playful smile, Shuichi broke the kiss.
"We have a concert in an hour Hiro..." Shuichi reminded him, "So don't get TOO excited..."
With a little cough, he leaned down onto Hiro's shoulder. "Besides...I've still got to tell Yuki..."
Hiro sighed, resting his chin on the top of Shuichi's head. "Yeah... You should probably practice, Shu."
Shuichi giggled. "Who needs practice when I'm such a terrific singer?" He said, a big smile on his face, "Plus I have an insane guitarist and a pretty good keyboardist!...By the way...where is Suguru?"
"Ahem."
Both of them jumped as they're attention was suddenly directed at their green-haired fellow bandmate. "I've been here the whole time."
Hiro's cheeks heated, "Why didn't you say something?"
"Oh believe me, I just didn't want to interrupt." said Suguru with a smirk, playing a few notes on his keyboard. Somehow he looked a bit evil...
Shuichi stared at his bandmate with suspicion. "YOU SNEAKY BRAT! YOU'RE PLOTTING SOMETHING AREN'T YOU!" he yelled.
"Oh no, of course not." said Suguru, trying to hide his digital camera.
Hiro stood, walking over to Suguru. The smile on his face was almost hostile, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You took pictures? I hope you got Shu's good side. You know how sensitive he is."
"Well actually, I think his good side may have been blocked by your lips, Hiro..." said Suguru with another smirk, "But I'll gladly give the camera over on one condition."
"What's the condition?"
An even wider smirk, with far more teeth than necessary as well as a new glint in Suguru's eyes.
"When you play later, I get to join in."
Hiro blinked, his jaw dropping. "What?"
Shuichi looked at Suguru for a moment, the same expression on his face. "You want to join in?"
"Mmm-hmm." A nod with a mischevious expression.
Shuichi pondered for a moment. One of his eyebrows was slowly going up.
Hiro blinked again, glancing at Shuichi. Did he really want to share Shu with Suguru? And did he want to... be with Suguru? Like that? Hiro ran a hand through his hair. Suguru had a nice form, he'd admit that. Nothing on Shuichi, but he was slim, and... He sighed, making his decision. "I wouldn't mind. I don't like the idea of sharing Shu, but..." Hiro shrugged.
Shuichi looked at Hiro, a careful expression on his face. "You don't mind Hiro?"
Suguru had already taken out the memory card for his camera. "Lovely. Right after the concert, then. But only if Shuichi practices."
Hiro took it from the keyboardists grasp, turning to Shuichi. "I don't mind. I'm not necessarily happy about it, but I'd rather share you with Suguru then share you with everyone else."
A little giggle from Shuichi. Hiro was being so protective, like he always was!
A pair of arms came from behing Hiro, encircling his waist. "I'm glad you don't mind...Hiro...I would be happy to share Shuichi with you...And myself with you and Shuichi..." said Suguru with a low, suggestive voice.
Hiro stiffened instinctively, and he looked behind himself at the shorter boy. He pulled away, "After the concert you can get as touchy as you want. Right now, we need to practice."
"After the concert then," murmured Suguru, a playful smile still on his face, "No later or sooner…"
Shuichi was meanwhile looking over his lyrics, only half thinking about them. After the concert…I have to tell Yuki…
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K rolled over as the phone rang, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his face into the pillow. If he ignored it, it would shut up...
A thumping sound as Yuki started running toward the bathroom. "ANSWER IT!" he yelled out as he slammed the door shut.
K groaned, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Fine... pushy, pregnant ass..." He mumbled, grabbing for the phone.
Hello? –
K yawned, holding the phone away from his face for a moment. "Hello..."
Ah! K! It's Shuichi! Is Yuki awake? –
"Shuichi?" All sleep vanished from K's voice, and he swung his legs out of bed. "Yuki's in the bathroom. How's the tour? You haven't left already, have you?"
Huh? Oh no, we haven't left yet! We've still got more than a month left! –
A loud flush, slow creak of the bathroom door, and a groan announced that Yuki had come out of the bathroom.
Thank you, God... K prayed silently. "Hold on, Shuichi. Yuki just came out of the bathroom." K covered the mouthpiece of the phone, lowering it slightly. "Are you alive enough to talk to Shuichi?"
Yuki stared at him, both half-awake and feeling completely nauseous, and suddenly registered what K had just said. "Shuichi is on the phone?" he said slowly, his eyes widening.
"Yes! He wants to talk to you."
Yuki gulped and took the phone. "Shuichi?"
Yuki! You don't sound very good! Are you sick? -
Yuki coughed. "Well…not really, no…
Wasn't K following all four of my rules? –
"All…four?"
Yeah! I did four! I remember all of them! There was… –
"But didn't you cross one out? And rewrite it?"
A short pause.
Um…nope. Just four. Anyway, Yuki I need to tell you something. –
K watched Yuki's face carefully, wondering if Hiro had held up his part of the bargain or not. With the added bonus of sending Suguru with a camera, it should have pulled off without a hitch. However, his part of the deal was supposed to be hitch free as well, and it certainly was full of hitches. He begged Shuichi silently not to mention the fourth rule. If Yuki found out who rewrote it...
"Um…well yeah I need to tell you something too." Said Yuki, letting his neutral face take over. He would need it, plus K wouldn't know what he'd just learned.
You see Yuki… -
"Shuichi…"
I want a divorce! -
"I'm pregnant!" Yuki said, almost at the exact same time as Shuichi.
Another pause, this time longer.
You're…pregnant? -
"You want a what?" Yuki asked, disbelief in his expression.
K raised a brow, and he couldn't help but mouth "Going well?"
Is it…mine? -
Yuki sucked in some breath before answering the both of them, "No…it's not…"
Oh…well… -
"What are talking about, a divorce?" Yuki asked.
Well…Hiro and Suguru and I are kind of…well… -
That was one image Yuki could have done without. "You're going to be part of a three-way relationship?"
The smirk that passed over K's face was brief, but definitely there. Good. They'd both done their jobs; though he wasn't sure Suguru knew what his was. After all "sight seeing" could mean anything...
Well…yeah…Um…if you don't mind my asking, Yuki, whose is it? -
Yuki looked up at K, a black expression on his face.
"It's…um…"
K waved cheerily, despite the fact that it was clear his death was just around the corner.
"K's."
A loud crashing sound came from the other side of the phone.
WHAT! YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE K'S CHILD! HOLY CRAP! –
Covering his mouth to hide his wide smile, K struggled hard not to laugh. Well... at least Hiro had confirmation.
Yuki tried hard not to swat K because of his amusement, but he could swear he heard two shocked voices on the other side of the phone.
YUKI JUST TOLD ME! HE'S GOING TO HAVE K'S CHILD! –
With a groan, Yuki said, "Shuichi."
What is it, Yuki? -
"When you get back, we can talk further. All right?"
Okay. See you in a month. -
With a click, Yuki hung up.
K dropped his hand, smiling innocently. "Hi."
Yuki didn't believe that innocent look one bit…but he'd wait and confront K about the List later. Right now, he wanted sleep.
"'Night." He mumbled before walking toward his bedroom.
K collapsed back onto the bed. So. Hiro had gotten Shuichi, Suguru had gotten both of them, and he... He'd gotten a pregnant Yuki. He wasn't sure who he pitied more. Suguru, or himself. Sighing, K rolled over onto his stomach. What was he going to do about Yuki? Judging by his reactions, Shuichi had spilled the beans on the list... Which meant K was about as good as dead. Damn. Maybe if he started looking for Judy now, he'd have an excuse to hide for a few days...
Yuki waited a good five minutes before he picked up the phone in his room. He dialed an old number and waited for the other person to pick up.
"Hello? Yeah it's me. I need a favor."
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By the next few days, Yuki was getting the whole pregnancy symptoms package. He had backaches, headaches, morning (afternoon, evening) sickness, and even food cravings.
"I need…asparagus…" Yuki said, out of the blue on the eleventh day.
"Asparagus?" K raised a brow, looking down at the papers that had "appeared" on the coffee table that morning.
"Uh-huh." Yuki nodded, getting up to check the fridge, "Badly. Or I may have to kill for it. But I doubt we have any."
In fact, the fridge was completely bare, without any sign of food. They'd eaten the last for breakfast. "We need to go shopping…again…"
K set down the papers, "You'll need to get dressed, then."
Yuki looked down at his pajamas. "Right."
He went to his bedroom, searching for some clothes. His stomach pained him for asparagus, for some stupid reason. And a good old fashioned hamburger.
He'd already eaten breakfast, but he was still hungry. Damn pregnancy.
K stood, stretching languidly. Did he have enough money for this trip? He pulled out his wallet, opening it. He should have enough… hopefully.
Yuki walked back out, now completely dressed. He had cleaned himself up nicely, his hair pulled back and he didn't look like shit anymore. He just felt like it.
Fucking migraine. He grumbled in his mind. His head was pounding against the walls of his brain, the light hurt to look at.Stuffing his wallet back into his pocket, K turned to look at Yuki. "Ready to go?"
Yuki nodded, pressing the tips of his fingers onto his temple. He grabbed a jacket from off of one of the chairs and started walking toward the car.
K followed him out, catching the keys that Yuki tossed to him. The author hadn't mentioned the list to him yet, or said anything about Shuichi… K was beginning to think he shouldn't sleep at night.
Without saying a thing, Yuki got into the car. He glanced at his Rolex watch with one eye, noting the time.
"Another hour…" he murmured.
"Another hour until what?" K asked, slipping into the drivers seat.
Yuki looked up, a bit startled. "What?"
K shrugged, starting the car. "What's happening in an hour?"
With a smile and a nod, Yuki didn't say anything. He just stared out the window as they started driving toward the grocery store.
The silence grew heavy in the car, and it was a relief when K parked and climbed out.
It was very nearly past an hour when they had finished shopping ("Don't forget! Asparagus and hamburger meat!) and had pulled into the car lot.
K struggled with the four heavy bags he was being forced to take into the apartment on the grounds that "Pregnant people can't do work."
Yuki extended a hand and opened the door with one hand. For some reason, it was unlocked.
"DAAAADDDY!"
A little boy with blonde hair skyrocketed out of the door, of which Yuki had already moved about two feet away from.
In his shock, K dropped the bags onto the concrete. The glass jars crashed, but K didn't care, picking Michael up and swinging him around. "Mikey!"
"DADDY! I MISSED YOU!" Michael yelled, tugging on his father's hair.
Yuki smiled, watching the two of them embrace. He walked inside. He had another matter to deal with.
"I'm not staying here!" A loud, rehearsed female voice was heard.
A lower rumble was heard, and a light thump as if someone had sat down hard in a chair.
"Mrs. Winchester, I understand that you do not want to stay here, but I'm not talking about staying forever." A cool voice answered, ignoring that she had yelled at him.
Yuki walked into the living room, noting with a smirk that Judy looked like she wanted to twist off the head of the blond man in front of her.
"Going well, Tohma?" he asked as his presence was acknowledged.
With a little knowing smile, Tohma stood up to greet Yuki. "Good afternoon, Eiri. I'm sorry we were a bit early and started without you."
Yuki nodded, sitting down in one of the chairs nearest him.
Ark kept his hand on Judy's shoulder, keeping her in the chair she'd sat in. She glared daggers at Yuki. "You made me come here, didn't you? I'll have you-!"
"You'll have him what?" Tohma interrupted, shooting a deadly stare at Judy and therefore silencing her.
Yuki smirked. It was not really a bad thing to have a person like Tohma on his side. He sure as hell didn't want to be on his bad side.
"Yes I did." Yuki admitted without any hesitation, "I wanted K to have the son he rightfully deserved back and also…I just don't like you."
Judy tried to stand, making angry incoherent noises.
"Mr. Yuki! Mr. Yuki, where are you?" a little voice called out.
Yuki turned to see the seven-year-old Michael tugging on the back of his jacket.
"Daddy said to tell you he's cleaning up the broken glass and to please watch me for a few minutes." Michael recited from what his daddy had just said to him.
Yuki smiled, patting the boy gently on the head. "Okay. Let's go get you a snack, all right?"
Michael nodded with a warm smile, not even looking at his mother.
Judy watched her son walk away with Yuki, eyes blazing with anger and sadness. "My son isn't staying here."
Tohma waited until Yuki had led Michael away, then turning toward Judy and Ark.
"On the contrary, Mrs. Winchester, you will be leaving him in the care of his rightful father. He shall live with your soon to be ex-husband." Said Tohma, watching Judy with a careful stare.
"No!" Judy pushed Ark's hand off of her shoulder, standing in a loud thump of high heels on the carpet. "Michael is coming back with me!"
"No. He's not." K stepped into the room, carefully folding a small piece of paper. He'd put all that he could salvage of the food in the kitchen, and had thrown away the rest.
Judy's face red with her anger, blanched. "Claude… baby, don't you think it's better if-"
"Mrs. Winchester, it seems as though your romantic feelings for your husband have returned…and didn't you tell me that you had planned on divorce anyway?" said Tohma before Judy could finish, "Also that you were planning on marrying another actor soon afterward."
Her mouth opened and shut as she searched for something to say. K spoke before she could find the proper words. "There are divorce papers in the kitchen. I've signed them already, as well as the contract that says Michael will stay with me."
"Hmm…K, were you already aware that Eiri had set this meeting up?" Tohma asked him with a light smile on his face.
"No." K shrugged, smiling back at Tohma. "I would've found them eventually, and I like to be prepared."
Judy sat back down on the edge of her chair, hiding her face in her hands. Her shoulders started to shake as if she was crying.
Tohma turned toward the aging actress with an unimpressed look on his face. "Mrs. Winchester, your acting has gotten worse with age. Your practiced tears will do you no good here." He said coldly, looking down on her.
With a last, extremely fake sniff, Judy raised her head. "I won't let Michael stay here."
K sighed, "There's nothing you can do about it, Babe. He's staying, and you'll sign the papers."
"No!"
"Judy… relax." Ark rested his hand on her back, rubbing soothingly.
"Don't tell me to relax, dammit!" Judy straightened, turning to scowl at Ark.
"Mrs. Winchester, please don't curse like that. My daughter is in the kitchen with Yuki and your son." Said Tohma, his calm and collected persona going over his anger, "I am afraid she's already learned the word "fuck" when she was around her Uncle Yuki, and I don't want her to learn any more."
K raised a brow, his expression empty otherwise. "Didn't you learn to cover her mouth, Ark? She has quite the vocabulary."
Yuki walked into the room again, holding a ream of papers in his hand as well as well as little Miwako clutching onto his hand and Michael on hers.
"Daddy! I want to stay here!" Michael said, running toward his father.
K swept him up in his arms, smiling. "I'm glad, because we'll be staying here for a month. Did you have fun with your mommy?" He glanced at Judy, as if daring her to say anything.
"No! Mommy wouldn't let me be here with you!" Michael said, pointing without looking at his mother, "I would rather have Yuki as a mommy! He acted just like one!"
Yuki's eyes widened and his mouth opened to speak, but no sound came out.
Laughing, K swung Michael onto his shoulders. "Did he? I'm sure he wouldn't mind you staying with us."
Judy reached up, taking Ark's hand. "Give me the papers…"
Yuki smirked, letting go of Miwako's hand to give Judy the papers.
Tohma smiled at Judy again, "A good choice, Mrs. Winchester."
"Daddy, can I really stay here?" asked Michael, tugging on K's hair again.
Yuki answered for him, "Of course! I'd love if you could stay here and help me out!" said Yuki after the papers had been given to Judy.
Judy reached into Ark's jacket, pulling a pen from the hidden pocket. She looked down at the papers as she began to sign.
K held onto Michael's knees, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He had his son back. He definitely owed Yuki… Big time.
Tohma watched Judy signing, counting off the number of times she'd have write her name before it was complete. When she was finished, Tohma stood and walked toward her with a satisfied smile on his face. "Thank you Ms. Winchester." He said, putting extra emphasis on the Ms.
Ark held still as Judy put the pen back in her pocket, and the actress stood. "We'll be leaving. Now." She stepped away from Ark. "Come give me a hug, Michael."
Michael looked unsure as to whether or not to go and hug his mother. "Will you….take me away from Daddy? And Mommy Yuki?"
K set his son down, watching Judy carefully. The actress shook her head. "No… I won't take you away."
Michael walked toward his mother, wrapping his arms around her. "Goodbye, Mommy."
She hugged him back. Her throat constricted, and she shut her eyes. "Goodbye, Michael…"
After a moment, Yuki came forward to get Michael. "Come on, Mikey. Let's go play with Miwako."
Michael stepped away from Judy instantly, walking toward Yuki.
Judy's eyes narrowed, and she moved forward, bringing her hand back to hit Yuki hard across the face. "If you… corrupt my son, I swear, you will regret the day you heard my name!"
K was in front of Judy before he'd thought about moving. He gripped Judy's wrist hard, pulling her away from Yuki. "Don't touch him, or anything else that belongs to me."
Tohma stood up abruptly as Judy was being pulled back away from Yuki. "Ms. Winchester, I suggest that you leave now."
For a moment, Yuki stared at K with a shocked look on his face. He brought his hand that wasn't holding onto Michael's and touched where his hickey was underneath his black turtleneck. 'Belongs to me...' he'd said…
K dropped Judy's arm as if it burned him, moving back to Yuki side. Why couldn't he feel any compassion for the clearly shocked and confused woman before her? He loved her, didn't he? He knew he had, at one point... Why not now?
Ark took Judy by the elbow gently, "Let's go." His voice was quiet, and he looked between K and Yuki with a knowing look that made K want to hit him.
Yuki watched Ark and Judy leave with a weary face. All this had exhausted him. With a loud yawn, he turned toward K and Tohma. "I'm going to bed."
Tohma smiled. He could remember what it'd been like when Mika was pregnant. "Of course, Eiri. In your condition, it would be wise to get some rest. I will take Miwako and go home, then."
"Do you want me to make you anything?" K asked, turning to look at Yuki.
Yuki's eyes lit up at the prospect of food. "A hamburger. With everything on it!" he said, leaning forward excitedly.
"Daddy! I want one too!" said Michael, mimicking Yuki.
K smiled, "Alright." He glanced at Tohma, "What about you, Tohma?"
Tohma smiled again. "Nothing for us, thanks. Miwako and I are going home to have dinner with Mika." He said, holding his hand out to Miwako.
"Mama!" piped up Miwako. "Fuck!"
Yuki cringed, covering Michael's ears. That had been his fault.
K suppressed a smile, motioning for Yuki to move his hands. "Do you want to help me with the burgers, Mikey?"
Michael moved forward as Yuki let him go. "Yeah! I wanna help!"
With another smile, Yuki pointed to the living room, "I'm going to go rest." He said, starting to go toward the welcoming couch.
Yuki turned around before he sat down. "And asparagus."
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About an hour later Yuki, K and Michael were all in the living room. Michael had fallen asleep with his head in Yuki's lap. He breathed peacefully as Yuki stroked his hair gently, humming a light tune Yuki could remember his mother using.
"He takes after you." Yuki said softly, "A lot."
K nodded, shifting slightly in his half lounged position. "He likes you..." With a soft sigh, K sat up. "I don't know how I can thank you for finding him. He means everything to me."
Yuki only smiled at him. "It was…you looked so sad when you were talking about him…that's why I wanted to…" he broke off, a bit flushed.
Sitting up, K brushed his lips lightly over Yuki's, careful not to wake Michael. "Thank you."
Startled by the unexpected kiss, Yuki stiffened for a moment. Then before K had a chance to move away, he leaned forward a bit. After a second, he murmured, "You're more than welcome."
K pulled back, smiling at the author. "I owe you." He leaned back against the couch again, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gold band. He stared down at it for a moment, remembering how it had been cool against his skin as Judy slid it onto his finger. Her hands had been cold, and he remembered thinking how odd it was for an actress to be nervous. The memories were dimmed slightly... They didn't seem quite as happy as they had before.
Michael stirred in his sleep, waking up a little bit. "Mommy Yuki?"
Yuki smiled down at the little boy who was rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What is it?"
"I'm sleepy."
"I can tell. You've had a big day today, right? Didn't you ride an airplane this morning?" Yuki asked, pulling up Michael so that he would face him.
Michael smiled sleepily. "Yeah! Me and mommy and Uncle Ark came on a big airplane to come to Daddy and Mommy Yuki."
Yuki watched the little boy slowly nodding back to sleep. "Do you want your own bed?" he asked.
At the thought of being left alone, Michael clutched onto Yuki with a surprisingly strong grip. "No! I want to sleep with Mommy Yuki and Daddy!" he said, sniffling.
Putting the ring back into his pocket, K smiled. "And you will." He glanced at Yuki, clearly asking 'Won't he?'
Yuki didn't even look up. He shifted forward, letting the little boy onto the floor. "I think we'll all fit on my big bed." He said, smiling at Michael and then at K.
Michael smiled up at Yuki as he stood up. "Yay!" he shouted, taking his father's hand and Yuki's.
K smiled back at Yuki, "Lead the way, Eiri."
That night, they all slept in the same bed, Michael in the middle. Daddy on one side, his Mommy Yuki on the other.
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Suqua: AAAHHHHHH! Seme I need to rant so go away!
Anndy: P ( goes away ) Fine uke!
Suqua: Anyway, unlike Anndy, I got a B- in science. : ) Of which I am happy about since I failed science all last year… o-o
But here is a toast to the reviewers on Anndy and I agreed that we loved one reviewer (whom warned us of being deleted, actually. How ironic) whose name was Eudoxus. : - ) Anndy and I agreed that we'd both love to hug her. ( hugs ) And so anyway, thank you to the reviewers so far: D
I'd like to point out that we put "expect anything" on the summary, but grudgingly added "mpreg" to it as well. : - ) I was really NOT wanting to, seeing as how it isn't usual for writers to have to explain themselves.
So I hope you are all enjoying Torture Chamber, because I know Anndy and I enjoy writing it.
Thanks! BAIBAI!