b Torture Chamber /b
b Chapter 5 /b
By the first month, Yuki had gained a bit of roundness in his front belly. Underneath that lump, there was a baby growing. K and Yuki spent lots of time with Michael, whom had completely become attached to his Mommy Yuki as well as his daddy.
It was lunchtime and Yuki had needed pastrami. He didn't know why, but now they were all eating pastrami and turkey sandwiches with thick pieces of cheese.
"Am I fat?" Yuki asked out of the blue. He was touching his stomach where he'd been gaining the amount of weight that was healthy for him.
K blinked, swallowing the bite of sandwich he'd just taken. "Fat?" He blinked again. "No."
Yuki was staring at him with a strange look on his face. "Are you sure? You haven't kissed me in a long time."
Michael was happily drinking a glass of chocolate milk and wasn't really paying attention.
"There are reasons for that." K glanced pointedly at his son. He didn't want to give him THAT complex!
Yuki frowned. Michael went to school for six hours every weekday…that left plenty of time. "You could, if you wanted to."
Michael finished his lunch. "Can I go play?" he asked his Mommy Yuki and Daddy.
The author nodded to him, then looked back at K.
Sighing, K pushed back his chair. He smiled slightly as Michael ran out of the room and into the living room, no doubt to play with the toys K and Yuki had bought him. "I don't want to give him any reason to have a shrink when he hits puberty." K picked up his plate and Michael's half empty one, taking both to the sink.
Yuki's only slightly mad mood was climbing higher and higher. "You're ashamed of me then…"
"I never said that." K's voice was growing more strained, and he scraped the leftovers of Michael's sandwich into the trash.
Somehow, Yuki's anger quickly changed to something else. "You…"
Tears started falling from Yuki's face. Suddenly he felt so sad! Little sobs started racking his body as he raised his hands to press against his eyes.
K all but dropped the plates into the sink, turning to face Yuki. "Yuki... Don't cry..." Dammit... What was he supposed to do? He hadn't had to deal with Judy while she was pregnant... He was either with Ryuichi, or she was on TV...
"I…I…" Yuki mumbled through his sobs, "I can't stop…"
Tears kept falling down his face, showing no sign of stopping.
In one step, K was next to Yuki and hugging him. He shifted his gun so that it wasn't poking into Yuki's ribs, "Breathe, okay?" He rubbed the other man's back, "Just breathe."
Slowly, Yuki stopped crying, his breath slowed to normal. He sighed into the embrace. He was feeling a lot better now. It was a bit of bad news that the mood swings would last for about four weeks, then again when Yuki was close to labor.
K rubbing his back felt even better, since he had a dull backache that had been going on all morning. "Mmm…" he murmured.
"Better?" K asked softly, glancing towards the living room.
"Yes…" he said, standing up, "I'm sorry."
With a little smile, he walked out to the living room where Michael was playing with a large teddy bear that was propped onto a little green chair.
K rubbed his forehead, picking up Yuki's empty plate. Yuki's mood swings were going to drive him crazy.
b xxx /b
Hiro pulled his hair back from his face, shutting off the television. There it was again... the third rerun of Bad Luck's last concert in their American tour. It made him wonder exactly how much time Americans had, seeing the same show three times in a row.
"Aw, Hiro! I was watching that!" yelped Shuichi, jumping into Hiro's lap.
Suguru came from the other side. "Hiro, it never hurts to watch our performance. It'd be good to prepare by patching any bad things up."
"You both have seen it three times. If there were any errors, both of you would've complained up to the roof." Hiro wrapped his arms around Shuichi, glancing over at Suguru.
Shuichi looked up at Hiro, a pout set on his mouth. "But I like watching it. You and Suguru look really sexy…"
Suguru stifled a chuckle, sliding down onto the couch. "Y'know Hiro…Ever since that concert a month ago…we all three haven't been together…" he said, leaning down to whisper into Hiro's ear.
Hiro shivered despite himself, recalling how it felt to have Suguru's hands on him. "I know..."
Shuichi pulled back from Hiro's arms and said, "Suguru's right, Hiro! We should have all three again! It was more fun with all of us!"
Hiro looked between his two lovers, "Alright, Shu... All of us."
Shuichi and Suguru both looked at Hiro, and then each other. Immediately, Suguru leaned forward to kiss Hiro, whilst Shuichi started unzipping the zipper shirt that Hiro was wearing. With his teeth.
Hiro's lips parted under Suguru's, and he shivered as the cool air hit the smooth skin of his chest.
With a smirk against Hiro's lips Suguru slipped his tongue into Hiro's mouth, enjoying the taste.
Shuichi finished unzipping Hiro's shirt, running his hands on the cool flesh beneath it. "Hiro has a wonderful chest," he murmured, stooping down to kiss it.
Hiro made a slight noise of surprise as Shuichi pulled the shirt behind him, effectively pinning his wrists. It took all he had not to pull back from Suguru and protest.
"It is time to ravish Hiro…" Shuichi murmured as the shirt was tightened. Suguru flashed him a look that agreed, "Keep him busy like that, Suguru…"
With a smile that threatened to break their kiss, Suguru wrapped his arms around Hiro's neck. Meanwhile Shuichi crawled toward the front side of Hiro.
Hiro shut his eyes, trying to pull his wrists free. The movement sent him falling backwards onto the couch, Shuichi and Suguru on top of him.
Suguru and Shuichi both smirked. Things were really going their way. After all that planning to get Hiro to bed with the both of them…it was going perfectly.
"Mmmm…Hiro…you don't want to leave us so soon…" said Shuichi sweetly, leaning over to take Hiro's lips for his own.
Suguru chuckled, starting to unbutton Hiro's leather jeans.
(Lemon cut out. Sorries)
b xxx /b
With a sigh, Yuki walked into the doctors office. He came once every few weeks and this was his second visit already at seven weeks along.
Dr. Hamazaki called him into the back room almost immediately, asked him how he was feeling, and sat him down in a chair.
"I'm feeling okay," Yuki said, not entirely truthful. In fact, his mood swings were pretty hefty and the one on the other end of them was usually K. Never Michael. Yuki had a big soft spot for that adorable little boy.
"Just okay?" Hamazaki raised a brow, scribbling something on his ever present clipboard.
Yuki sat down, feeling relief in his whole body. Hell, he'd fall asleep right then if the doctor wasn't there. He made a mental note to have K come with him the next time so that he wouldn't have to drive home again. "I've been going through the whole mood swing thing for a week now and I've been craving a lot of meat."
"How much weight have you gained since your last visit?" Hamazaki glanced up, pen poised over the paper.
Yuki thought for a moment, "Five pounds since last." he said, trying to remember exactly, "How much will I gain, anyway?"
Hamazaki frowned slightly, "Considering your height and your previous weight... Somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-five pounds."
A little surprise on Yuki's face. He sure as hell wouldn't be able to hide this from his fans. He could see the headlines now... i Eiri Yuki gives birth! And the Father is an Alien! Details inside... /i
"I'm sure you've done your research... Your condition can be easily overbalanced."
"Yes I have." You couldn't count the number of books he'd already bought about pregnancy. He already knew his symptoms were normal, and that he was doing fine actually. "I've been eating normally and exercise whenever I'm not feeling like shit."
"Good, good..." Hamazaki scribbled another something.
With a heavy sigh, he watched Hamazaki writing, wondering if the guy was actually putting what he said, or if he was drawing a picture of a flower. "Backaches, headaches, and sometimes I get tired enough I just want to pass out for several days." he added, glancing at the doctor with a weary eye.
"Alright..." Hamazaki set down his clipboard. "Your symptoms are perfectly normal. If you continue to do as you have been doing, you should make it through the next sixth months without trouble."
"Okay. Is that all?"
Hamazaki nodded, "You can make your next check up at the front desk. They can be more frequent then once a month, if you feel the need to be monitored."
The author stood, bowing to Hamazaki. "See you next month, Doctor."
He walked out to the front desk, where none other than Sakura was busy writing something down.
"Excuse me, miss."
Sakura looked up, annoyed expression instantly vanishing, to be replaced by one of complete awe. "Oh, Mr. Yuki..."
"I need to make an appointment. Some time in two to three weeks." he said, giving her one of his magic smiles.
"O-of course." She smiled back, trying for flirtatious as she began to type on her computer. Her eyes never left Yuki's face until another man stepped up behind him.
"Ready to go?"
Yuki turned around to look at K, a smile appearing on his face. Of course. He'd forgotten that Michael's elementary school was only a few blocks away from Hatahari Hospital. How in the world could he have forgotten? "In one second." he answered, "I need to make my next appointment."
Sakura nodded, looking between Yuki and K. The gun barrel poking from K's jacket didn't escape her notice. Neither did the small, silver chain that glinted in the florescent lights. She turned back to her computer, "Doctor Hamazaki is free on these dates..." She picked up a piece of paper, writing out the dates for Yuki's inspection.
Yuki took the paper, touching her hand ever so slightly. He stared at it for a moment before saying, "I think the eighth would work well. At noon."
She gazed up at him, eyes wide. Then she blinked, "The eighth? I'll be sure to mark it down..."
He smiled again, his book-cover smile. "Thank you very much."
Thank god he wore loose clothing. No one would be able to tell he was pregnant for at least another month or two. He doubted the little girl even knew. Doctor/Patient confidentiality.
K walked half a step behind Yuki, as he always did. It wasn't a sign of inferiority, more K's recent obsession with keeping Yuki safe. "Michael's playing a game in the car."
"What game?"
"Catch the dust." K said teasingly, pulling his set of keys out of his pocket. Yuki had made arrangments for copies three weeks in.
Yuki huffed. "It's not that dirty in there."
Then again, he was wrong. It was dusty enough in there that Michael was indeed playing 'Catch the Dust' easily.
"What about the other car?" he asked, buckling into his seat.
"It'll be towed." K glanced at Yuki, noting the unamused scowl. "I'll get it later." He started the car, backing out of the parking space.
"Mommy Yuki!" yelped Michael, stopping his game to glomp Yuki from behind the seat.
Yuki smiled, "Hi Mikey."
K glanced back at his son, a small smile sneaking over his lips. "Mikey, why don't you tell Yuki what you did at school today."
"At school today I drew a picture!" said Michael happily. He sat back down and dug thorough his backpack and pulled out a lightly crumpled sheet of paper. He passed it up to his Daddy.
It was a drawing of the living room in Yuki's apartment, and Michael was sitting on the couch, with both his Daddy and Mommy Yuki on either side of him. A book was on Michael's lap, with both Yuki and K holding it up so Michael could see it.
K looked quickly down at the picture, then glanced at Yuki before he was forced to pull into traffic. He handed the picture over to the pregnant author. "And did Mr. Uzuki like it?"
Michael grinned, "Yeah! Mr. Uzuki says that someday I'll be a famous artist and people will line up in the streets to buy my pictures!"
While Michael was still telling his daddy about what Mr. Uzuki had said, Yuki traced the words 'my family' with his finger and how Michael had carefully labeled the three of them. He could barely see the word "baby" written near the stomach of "Mommy Yuki".
Keeping Michael in a constant stream of happy chatter proved to be an easy task, leaving K more then enough time to watch Yuki at a stop sign. He seemed... shocked. Reading the other man's expressions was harder then memorizing the dictionary, but K had spent nearly a month and a half practicing. It was definitely a happy shock.
A little smile worked it's way onto Yuki's face.
i That little boy is really smart... /i
b TBC /b
The Rant of Anndy:
Does anybody realize how exhausting Friday's are? If you don't, you do now. Don't give me that look, Suqua. Yawns However, it's no longer Friday. It's Saturday, and for your imformation, I'm still awake. One of the only worthwhile guys I know switched schools, and I have no talent with oil paints. Despite this, I'm feeling rather happy. The semester is over! I can start my next IP and be HAPPY about it! I can devote more attention to bothering Suqua and finishing Torture! YAY! Lol! Anyway, Suqua's going to beat me if I don't finish this up, so... hides from Uke in a very un-Seme-ish manner
Suqua:
that's not true! I'm tired as well! looks at clock Holy...it's almost 1:00:O
Anyone else think that a zipper shirt (especially on Hiro) is sexy? X3 I insisted the we have it and then Anndy went "Okay" so we have Hiro in a zipper shirt! XD SEXY!
We do this for you! The readers! XD I hope Aku-chan liked the little scene in the middle! XD It was amusing to write. We had to draw the positions out during class to figure out who would be doing what. XP It was amusing...oh holy shit did we erase those drawings off of the table! O.o
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