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"Did you get everything?"

Shuichi looked up at his former lover, a bit of a smile on his face. "Yep! I have all my clothes, books, CDs, and stuff!"

Yuki chuckled. "Books? Did you mean all of those music magazines?"

The pink-haired boy frowned a bit, and out of habit tried to defend himself. "Of course not! I read other things beside magazines!"

"Like what? The back of the cereal box?"

With a little huff, Shuichi yelped, "YUUUUUKIIIIIII!"

Snickering, Yuki patted the boy's head. "Have fun in your little threesome!"

Shuichi grinned mischeviously. "We already do..."

In his mind, Yuki decided that he really didn't need to know. He smiled and held his arms out for one last hug. The pink haired boy smiled, wrapping his arms around a familiar waist.

"Goodbye, Yuki..." Shuichi murmured before letting go. He could feel the little bump on Yuki's stomach.

With one last nod, Yuki watched his former lover jump into his awaiting car.

K stepped out of the kitchen, holding a napkin up to his eyes as he sniffed dramatically. "That was... touching!"

Yuki harrumphed with a light blush, punching K in the shoulder before going back into the living room. "What was touching about it? We came to a mutual understanding..."

"Uh huh..." K followed him, masking his laughter in mock sobs. "That last hug... Beautiful!"

"Shut up."

"You're absolutely no fun."

Yuki sighed comfortably as he sat down on the sofa. Damn, he felt tired all the time! He'd finally done the "goodbye" to Shuichi...and now he felt better. Like a big weight was off his shoulders.

K rested his hip against the back of the couch, looking down at Yuki. "Well, now that the tragic farewell has finished... What are you going to do next?"

Leaning his head back so he could look up at K, Yuki thought. "Well...I've got my editors ready to slit my throat...And I have this little thing..." He patted his stomach, "So I think I'm just going to lay low for awhile..."

K's dirty, American brain summoned several images to mind of how Yuki could "stay low". Instead of voicing these thoughts, he grinned. "Staying low? Sounds like a plan! I'll ready the bomb shelter!"

Yuki glared up at him. "I don't know what in the hell you're thinking about, but you're going to be late to pick up Mikey..."

K glanced at his watch. "Shit." He straightened, moving around the couch. "Do you want me to pick you up anything on the way home?"

The author looked up at the ceiling. "Ice cream...Strawberry..." he said slowly, tasting the melting sweet substance on his tongue already.

"Okay. Anything else?"

With yet another thinking moment with the ceiling, "Peanut butter and bananas..."

K laughed softly, leaning over to brush his lips over Yuki's. "Okay. I can do that."

Yuki smirked, snaking a hand behind K's neck and pulling him even closer.

"Mmph..." K's lips parted slightly, and he felt Yuki apply more pressure to the kiss.

Damn, these mood swings were good for something... Yuki slipped his tongue into K's mouth, grinning against the other's lips.

K recovered from his initial shock, beginning to kiss Yuki back.

Liking the taste, Yuki wrapped his arms around K's neck. God, he missed this mouth.

Pressing Yuki back down into the couch, K rested his knee on the edge, taking dominance in the kiss.

Completely welcoming the overtaking of their kiss, Yuki leaned back, pulling K's tie for him to follow.

K held himself up with one hand, letting the other slide into Yuki's hair. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss further.

Yuki shuddered a bit at the touch, enjoying every second.

Pulling back with a sigh, K kissed the corner of Yuki's mouth. "I need to go..."

Matching K's sigh with his own, Yuki murmured, "I know..." and sat up.

K stood, pushing a bit of hair from his face. "I'll be back in half an hour or so... I'll need to start showing up at NG pretty soon. Now that Bad Luck's back, it's back to work for all of us lowly people." He smiled, "That's tomorrow, though."

Yuki's eyes widened. The sudden realization that it had already been a month and a half dawned on him. K...would leave...and Michael would go too...

Masking the sudden sadness easily, Yuki smiled up at K. "You're going to be laaaaate," he said in a really weird sing-song tone. With his deep voice, it was really creepy.

K smiled back, brushing his lips over Yuki's again before he grabbed his keys from the coffee table. "Alright. I'll be back in a bit."

Yuki waved as K was leaving and after the door closed he dropped his hand into his lap. He sighed, pushing the thoughts of K leaving out of his mind.

xxx

K smiled at Michael as he led the little boy to the car. "What did you do at school today, Mikey?"

"Today Mr. Uzuki brought the older kids in and they read to us!" said Mikey happily, holding his daddy's hand and bouncing up and down.

"And did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" Michael paused, "Daddy…?"

"Yeah, Mikey?"

Michael looked up at his father, "Are boys supposed to kiss other boys?"

K blinked. Oh… "There's nothing wrong with it, if that's what you're asking."

"One of the older boys kissed one of the other ones…" Michael said, continuing to skip, "Do you think they love each other, Daddy?"

"Maybe." K bit the inside of his cheek. Dammit… what was he going to do if Michael asked about Yuki?

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do we have to leave Mommy Yuki?" Michael asked, stopping to look up at his daddy with big eyes.

K stopped dead. Leave? It had been a month and a half… "I'm not sure, Mikey."

Michael stared up at him still, "Don't you love Mommy Yuki?"

"Love?" K stared straight ahead, trying to register what Michael was suggesting. Did he love Yuki? He liked being with him, and he was worried when Yuki was alone…But love?

With a big smile, Michael said, "I think we should stay with Mommy Yuki! I like it there!" he said happily, swinging his daddy's arm around.

K managed to smile back, starting towards the car again. "Well, I'll talk to Mommy Yuki for you, okay?" And figure something else out as well…

xxx

Yuki heard the door open just as he came out of the bathroom. Michael and K were home.

"MOMMY YUKI!"

Smiling, Yuki turned toward Michael who was running toward him with outstretched arms. "Hey Mikey!" he said, pulling the little boy into a hug.

K set down the bag of groceries in the kitchen, taking off his sunglasses. His mind was still buzzing, but it was muted, and he could think again.

"Really? You got to read with the older kids today?"

Yuki and Michael walked into the kitchen, Michael chattering amiably. Yuki was looking down at him, smiling contentedly.

With a glance, Yuki noticed the groceries. Of which contained his ice cream, peanut butter, bananas, and pickles. With a hungry look, he stalked toward the plastic bag.

K took Michael from Yuki, watching the author. He set his son down, "Yuki."

"What?" Yuki said, opening the container of ice cream.

"Can I talk to you?"

"One second." Yuki said, holding up one finger as he found a large bowl and spoon.

He proceeded to scoop most of the strawberry ice cream out into the bowl, then opening the jar of peanut butter. He spooned a good amount onto the ice cream. Starting to peel a banana, he looked around for a knife.

"Mikey… why don't you go play?" K looked down at his son.

Michael had been watching his Mommy Yuki with something similar to fascination. He nodded dully, and then walked toward the living room.

Yuki had found a knife and had cut the banana into little pieces, dropping them onto his peanut butter/ice cream mixture. Lastly was the jar of pickles. He stared at them for a moment before grabbing the whole jar and his bowl and sitting at the table.

"You wanted to talk?" he asked, crunching into a pickle. God, he was hungry…

"Yeah." K sighed, sliding into a chair. "It's been about a month and a half… and I did tell you that I would be gone as soon as Shuichi came back. I talked to Michael, and he wants to stay, but if you want us gone-"

Yuki's spoon stopped half way to his mouth. The spoonful of ice cream/peanut butter/banana dripped down back into the bowl. "Well…" he flustered, a bit unsure of what to say.

With a deep breath, Yuki added, "I do want you both to stay."

K smiled in relief, "All right. I'm willing to pay rent, if I need to."

Taking another spoonful, Yuki waved the offer away with his other hand. "Not necessary."

"Okay." K put his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands. "There's another thing…"

Yuki swallowed. "What is it?"

Groaning softy, K let his head drop to the table. "Do you love me?"

A clatter as Yuki's spoon fell out of his hand. "Do I…what?" he said, wondering if he had heard incorrectly.

No, he knew what he had heard. Did he love K? Somewhere in his heart, a little person was yelling up at him to say 'Yes!' at the top of his lungs.

K took a deep breath, shutting his eyes. Fucking shit. "Do you love me?" He repeated.

A tiny sound, barely even audible, came from Yuki's throat. It sounded almost like human speech, but you can never be too careful. He cleared his throat, "…Yes…"

Staring down at the table, K tried to form a reply. The only thing he came up with was highly unsatisfactory. "Oh."

Yuki relaxed his muscles. There… He had gotten it out. Now he could get on with his life. He picked up the spoon again, hand trembling a bit as he took another mouthful of his concoction.

K blinked open his eyes, looking at Yuki. Now what? He'd thought about it the entire way home, but he was still having an issue coming to terms with exactly what he'd decided. "Yuki?"

"Hmm?"

"I think I love you too."

Yet again the spoon slipped out of his hand. "You do…?"

K sat up, nodding. "I think so…"

For a second, Yuki stared at K in disbelief. Then, slowly, a smile worked its way onto his face. "I love you…" he murmured, trying it on.

"I love you too." K smiled back.

Yuki had never said that to anyone, not even Shuichi when they were still together. He really did love K. He was carrying the child of the man he loved.

Even through his smile, tears started leaking through his eyelids. He'd cried a lot more since he was pregnant. But this time, he had a good reason.

K stood from the table, moving behind Yuki to hug him.

Yuki brought his hands up, diverting the usual placement of just onto his arms and travelling up around K's neck. He pulled the other man down, letting their lips meet only briefly.

Stepping back, K kissed the other man's temple. "I'm going to go play with Mikey…"

"Okay…" he said, smiling up at K before returning to his bowl. Despite what had just happened, he was still hungry.

xxx

"I'll get him back… He will be mine. Snubbing me for that… man. He will be with me! No one leaves me for someone else! I will get him!"

The sound of a knife scraped over a metal table. A picture of a blonde man. Blood trickled from a hand.

xxx

"Daddy!" called Michael, running through the halls of the apartment. In his hand was a little folded over card, and an already torn open envelope in his other hand

K poked his head out of the kitchen, pulling on his apron. "Mikey?"

"Daddy!" squealed Michael, "Look what Kyo gave me today!"

He pushed the card into his father's hands, side stepping him afterward to go hug his Mommy Yuki.

"Kyo?" K looked down at the card. "That's the kid you were telling me about, right?"

"Yeah! He's my best friend!" he said, "And look at what he gave me today! He's going to have his birthday tomorrow!"

"A sleepover?" K frowned slightly. "Do you want to go?"

"Yeah!" said Michael enthusiastically, "Can I go? Please?"

Michael directed his big, bambi-like eyes at his father.

K looked indecisive for a moment and nodded reluctantly. "All right…"

"YAY!" Michael shouted then rushing off to call his friend and say it was okay.

Tying the apron in place, K sighed, starting to make Yuki and Michael a snack. He definitely had a greater appreciation for housewives and all their many tasks.

"Aww…K that was so cute!" Yuki said, but the little sarcastic part of him didn't make it work, "But the slumber party is good for one thing…"

K raised a brow, letting the eggs drop into the boiling water.

"We get to be alone tomorrow…" Yuki murmured, slipping his hands underneath K's apron from behind.

He rested his hands on Yuki's, "There is that…"

Yuki slipped his hands a bit further. "I love you…" he murmured, before withdrawing his hands and walking toward the living room.

K swallowed hard, grabbing the curry powder. "Love you too…"

xxx

K stepped into the apartment a little after dark, rubbing at his eyes. Damn. Shuichi had been more full of energy then ever before, and even Suguru seemed hyper.

Almost immediately after he walked into the room, Yuki had planted himself onto K's lips. "Missed you…" he murmured.

Slipping his arms around Yuki's waist, K pulled the other man closer. "Missed you too."

"I'm in a good mood today," Yuki said, "A i really /i good mood…"

"How good?"

"Good enough to do this..." Yuki smirked, reaching down to unbutton K's pants and slip a hand in between.

K sucked in a sharp breath, "You are in a good mood..."

With a smile, Yuki brought his other hand down from around K's neck, pulling the other's shirt from its tucked-in position. His hand met the chilled flesh of K's stomach and felt it warming beneath his fingertips.

"Yuki..." K's muscles tightened under Yuki's touch, and he slid his hands over the other man's back. "We need to move…"

"Of course..." Yuki murmured, noticing finally that the door was still open and K was barely even inside. He let go, leaving K with his pants part way down and shirt untucked.

K pulled his pants back up, shutting the door and moving inside. "I take it you missed me."

"Lots." Yuki said, still smirking. He walked away, toward the bedroom.

Snorting softly, K followed him. He unhooked the shoulder holster from his belt, pulling it off. It dangled from his arm as he closed the bedroom door behind himself.

Yuki turned around at the door closing, once again bringing K close to kiss him.

K pulled back, "I don't want to hurt you..." He moved, setting the gun down on the bedside table.

"You won't..." Taking K's tie in his hand and pulling him back to their kiss. The mood swings had been working for him these past couple days…

"Are you sure?" K asked, pulling back enough to speak.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

"Yes, sir." K smirked, pulling off his tie.

With a grin, Yuki fell backward onto the bed, pulling K down with him.

K slipped a hand into Yuki's loose tee shirt, catching the other man's lips in a kiss.

Yuki kissed back, letting his hand trail up near K's neck. He undid the buttons of the other's shirt, cutting his fingers through each with ease.

Sliding his hand down from Yuki's shirt, he shoved the grey sweat pants down the author's hips.

Bucking his hips a bit to help K get the sweat pants, Yuki finished unbuttoning K's shirt. He slid it off the broad shoulders easily, and then kicked off the sweat pants when they gathered at his ankles.

K broke the kiss, sitting up and tugging off his shirt.

Using the bit of time while K was removing his own shirt, Yuki leaned up and kissed the well-toned muscles on the chest above him. Diverting his head a little, he flicked a tongue out at one of the other man's nipples, asking him a question without even saying a word.

Nodding in answer to Yuki's silent question, K tugged off the author's plain white t-shirt.

Yuki helped him pull it over his head, obediently raising his arms so that it would slip off easily. "Mmm...K..."

K raised a brow, tossing the shirt onto the floor. He let his hands slide over Yuki's slim chest, fingers caressing.

A little moan escaped Yuki's throat. He shuddered at the warm hands on his skin, the touch of the fingertips.

Lightly callused hands brushed over the small curve in Yuki's abdomen. "Yuki..." It was the first time he'd seen Yuki naked since the eventful shower, and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that his body had changed.

Yuki's voice hummed lowly, "Mmmm..."

The first time in a long month and a half since he'd had these hands touch him. His hormones had been going completely crazy around K for the last month. It took all Yuki had not to jump him every day. He respected K's wishes about his son, but he needed these hands…these lips...

K leaned down, nipping gently at Yuki's neck. He let his hand slide down to Yuki's erection. "I love you..."

The author looked down at K with half-lidded eyes and murmured back, "I love you too..."

(Lemon cut out)

xxx

A while later, Yuki was still awake. K was asleep, a scarce few inches away from him. He had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around Yuki's waist. It was late, almost impossible to see in the room.

Yuki could faintly make out the outline of K's face, so he made the best guess he could.

He leaned forward, kissing K on the side of his mouth.

"Love you…"

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Seme: Bwhaha… Uke's going to try to kill me, because I'm taking away her rant space. Go me! Lol. How's Torture working for you? Painful in it's cheesiness? I think so, even though I love it! Hehehe…

( Uke runs in )

Uke: Hey! This is MY rant space! It's my turn! : O

Seme: Hi! You know you shouldn't give me a keyboard… (mutters) Idiot…

Uke: P Well I'm gonna rant now so go away! : P : P : P

Seme: Nooooo!

Uke: Yesh you will or no (2nd) GRAVI DVD FOR YOU WHEN I BUY IT!

Seme: (Leaves)

Uke:3 There we go! Now I can rant: D …..ugh…kiwis making her sick X (

Okay, I'm ranting on top of Anndy's head….(you naughty children! XD ) so it's difficult to type…. So anyway….I'm not sure what to rant about…. Oh! Here we go! (Anndy: OW! Get off of my head!) I am off… o-o

Anyway, so Yuki is pregnant. That's what every review ( except for like the first or so…. O-o ) has focused on. Let us make this clear.

YUKI IS PREGNANT. In this fanfic, men are able to get pregnant. It's a slightly common phenomenon here, but not in real life. We hope you don't get too huffy about this fact. Mpreg has become a common element in fanfiction. The little baby in Yuki's stomach is a sign of Yuki and K's love!

BTW, isn't it adorable! They said I love you! XD XD XD

( dies )

SO what lay ahead for them? Notice the little angsty thing right stuck in the middle, somewhere: D

LOOK IT'S A PLOT! ( points )

Okay, my rant is over.

: ) Please continue reading!

Love from Suqua, the Uke!