Torture Chamber
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K gaped, trying to formulate the words for what he was thinking. He'd been silent for at least a minute, and he could almost hear Tohma fidgeting on the other line. Finally, he found his voice. "WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT BITCH TAKE HIM!"
Still in his office, Tohma was completely freaking out. At least, as much as someone like himself could do. He was already imagining ways to murder the woman that had taken Eiri. However, since Miwako was playing with some tinker toys near him, he didn't dare voice them lest Mika kill him. She didn't want Miwako to learn anything else bad, since Miwako had taken to calling her "Momma fucker."
"K, I want you to find a way to rescue him. Please." He tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, trying his best not to grip the edge of his desk and leave a dent.
"Where are they?" K took a deep, shaking breath. Fuck. He'd kill that stupid bitch. No one could cart away his Eiri and expect to live through it. If she hurt him, or the child... She was going to die either way. He didn't give a shit. He'd hardly taken a moment revel in the thought that Yuki did still love him, moving directly to the rage that pushed him to run flat out to his car.
"Somewhere in Shinjuku. I'm sorry, K, but that's all the information he gave me." Tohma said, sighing. "If you wish, I could give you the detector for the tracking device in his cell phone."
"Consider my wish made. I'm going to stop by NG before going to Shinjuku. I need some things from my office..."
"All right. By the way, please give this woman the most violent death you can." Tohma said, only slightly funny because of his monotonous tone.
K smiled grimly, climbing into his car. "I'd be more then happy to, Tohma."
"Thank you." He said, looking behind him at Miwako, who'd started digging through the dirt in one of the potted plants, "Excuse me, I have to go. See you in a few minutes."
Ten minutes, and several bypassed stop signs later, K burst into Tohma's office, armed to the teeth with guns, knives, bullets, and odd, unrecognizable objects. "Where's the detector?"
Tohma pointed to a plastic textbook-sized device that was blinking and beeping. All of a sudden, Tohma was glad that he'd decided to put that tracker in Yuki's cell phone.
K raised a brow at it, unable to stop himself, despite the serious situation. "Didn't Mika tell you size didn't matter?"
Not amused, Tohma sighed. "First of all, it's not the newest model. Second, size doesn't matter," a smirk on his face, "I think you might already know that, K."
Rolling his eyes, K picked up the huge device. "How am I supposed to hide this thing? It weighs more then you do!"
"You could always just use the satellite and take the code of the tracking device and load it into a smaller detector." Tohma said thoughtfully, "The code is written on the side of it."
"Why didn't you tell me that before?" K took one of the unrecognizable objects in one hand, setting the larger tracking device down on its side. It didn't take him long to program the number into his small tracker. He allowed himself a brief smile of satisfaction as the little object in his hand let out a tiny beep in unison with Tohma's larger tracker.
"I thought you'd figure it out on your own." Tohma said, with the still robotic monotonous tone. He cast a weary eye over to Miwako. All this talk about "size" and such was going to cost him a limb or two from Mika. "Have fun, K."
K gave him a jaunty salute before leaving the office, then the building. There wasn't any more time for witty reparte. He had to find Yuki, and he had to find him now. He looked down at the device in his hand, noting the very small red light in the right hand corner. That had to be him...
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After several hours, Yuki found himself getting sick of his own face and voice. His pictures were everywhere, his books and such…there was even a DVD of his interviews being played over and over again. He was being driven insane by…himself.
The television blinked and blackened as Sakura shut it off. "We're leaving now."
They couldn't stay in one place for very long. She knew that Yuki's American lover would track them down soon, and she didn't want to lose her Eiri yet.
Yet again, Yuki decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to upset the 'crazy bitch with a gun' so he nodded silently. Picking his now twenty pound heavier body off of her couch, he groaned softly at the added pressure to his slightly swollen legs. Being pregnant was starting to bug him.
Retracing their steps back to the car was easier than the first trip. Several minutes later, stuck in traffic, Sakura sighed. They'd been at the same traffic light for what felt like forever.
"Where are we going?"
There were a few things Yuki could guess…Perhaps Sakura planned on murdering him and the babies, then performing suicide. Who knew? She was an insane woman, and he could only guess what she was planning.
Sakura didn't answer, growling in annoyance as the line of cars next to them was permitted to move forward. Wherever it was they were going, the traffic clearly wasn't cooperating.
Yuki was a bit surprised to see Sakura's 'so-calm-it's-scary' demeanor fade. The woman hadn't ceased to fucking freak him out, and now she seemed like a normal person despite the hand gun in her lap.
Sakura's calm façade snapped back into place the moment the traffic lights changed to their favor. She glanced at him, a little smile on her face.
"Any place you want to go, dove?"
I Home. To K and Michael. /I
"No where in particular." He answered, though he would have liked it if they'd gone to a police station.
She smiled as if granting his wishes was the least of her concern. She followed the string of most accessible streets, not really noticing as she drove straight into trouble.
The thump was the first indicator of anything wrong, then the loud curse as Sakura swerved. A long lock of vibrantly blond hair fell over the windshield and she swore.
Her attention split between K on top of the car and Yuki as the author opened the door. She lurched over, driving going awry, her hand gripping at his sleeve.
The car skid to a stop, just barely crunching into a lamppost. Tugging his arms out of the jacket, Yuki pushed the door open. Jerking out of the seat, he pulled himself out of the car and started running away from the car.
Sakura hardly had time to unbuckled her seatbelt and grab her gun before K was on the ground and jerking open her door. She stared up in obvious fear at the angry American who was clearly prepared to do damage. He was armed for it too. She didn't have to glance behind her to know that Yuki was as far away as he could be, and she didn't want to wait to die. So, sighing in the ultimate acceptance of her death, she raised her own gun... and fell backwards as her blood splattered over the car's interior.
He heard the shot, even from far away. Turning around, he could already tell that it wasn't K who would be shot. After all, it was K. Sakura was more than likely dead. He could see K, standing above the door of the car and also watched him close it.
K jogged out to where Yuki was standing; holstering the gun he'd had in his hand. "The stupid bitch shot herself."
"K…"
Not exactly the perfect thing for K to say after rescuing him, but Yuki didn't mind. Instead of responding to his lover properly, he lunged forward and pulled K down for a kiss.
He pulled Yuki to him, all but melting into the kiss. Thank god, Yuki still loved him... He knew Tohma was reliable, but until he was with Yuki himself, he couldn't be sure... and now he was sure...
"I love you…I love you…I love you…" Yuki murmured in the corners of his mouth, clutching onto K's shirt. He refused to let go of his lover, finally happy that he was in K's arms again. Damn that crazy bitch…She had made him tell K that he didn't really love him…
K broke the kiss to bury his face in Yuki's neck. "I love you too... I wish I could've killed her myself..."
Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around K's waist. He had been so fucking scared while he was with that crazy bitch…and now the fear was all gone…
After several minutes of just holding Yuki, K sighed softly. "We'll need to pick up Michael... I left him with Kyo and Megumi..."
Nodding slowly, Yuki loosened his grip on K's sleeves. He would love to see Michael right now, to go rest at home… "Lets go, then…"
K took one of Yuki's hands, pulling him away from the scene of Sakura's death. "I parked about a block away. Can you make it?"
"Yes…Just take me home, K…I want to go sleep for a week…" Yuki said, sighing heavily. He was exhausted and just wanted his bed…
"You can sleep in the car, love." K watched him worriedly as they walked, ignoring the stares from passing cars.
"Okay…"
As soon as Yuki had buckled himself into the passenger seat, he was snoring softly.
K watched his lover sleep for a moment, a relieved sigh finally unearthing itself from his chest. When he'd first seen Yuki and Sakura in the car… He hadn't wanted to believe it. He'd been so worried, and without a cause until Tohma had called him…
Smiling slightly, he reached over and brushed Yuki's hair out of his face. There was nothing to worry about now. He had Yuki back, and he wasn't going to let him go again.
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"So, Yuki-san it appears that you have not experienced any damage to the baby due to your recent trauma."
Yuki's new doctor (Hamazaki was recovering from the bullet wound) was Ai Nagawa. She would be for the remainder of his pregnancy.
"That's good…" Yuki murmured. More than good, actually. Really good.
"So, you'll be resuming your normal appointments as of now. See you in two weeks, then?"
Nodding, Yuki stood up to leave. "Maybe sooner, I'm not sure."
"If you ever feel like you need to visit more often, just call Yuki-san." She said, a smile on her face.
"All right."
Yuki bowed slightly before walking out of the office. This new hospital was a little weird for him. He was used to the little hospital and his old doctor. Sighing, he walked into the waiting room.
K was sitting in the most uncomfortable chair the waiting room offered, looking annoyed. The new doctor hadn't let him into the room, on the account that he and Yuki were not married, and not related. He'd been ready to yell at her that he was the fucking father, and she could shut the fuck up or he'd make her shut up, when Yuki had given him the 'look' and entered the back room.
Smirking a teeny-tiny bit when he saw K, he walked up to him and said, "You look cute when you pout."
He pouted more, trying hard not to smile. Stupid fucking...
Leaning over, Yuki bit the protruding lip with a much more broad smirk. So a big American guy like K could be cute…that was pretty fucking amazing…
K returned the bite, though his was on Yuki's upper lip. He smirked as much as he could around his lover's lip, annoyance and anger evaporating away.
"Can we…go home, now?" Yuki murmured, kissing him gently on the lips. His eyes were glowing with lust, a suggestive smile on his face.
"Hell-fucking-yes." K stood, forcing Yuki back.
Grinning, Yuki took a step backward. "Hey now, be careful. I'm carrying your child. You going to jump me once we get in the car?"
"Maybe." K pouted again, though it wasn't quite as cute as it had been before.
"Well…Let's hurry then." Yuki said, taking K's hand and pulling him towards the hospital's exit.
When the reached the car, K didn't bother waiting until they were inside, pressing Yuki against the car door.
Yuki raised one eyebrow as their hips were crushed together. "Oh my…you got that excited with one little bite," he said, slipping a hand down to pat the growing bulge beneath the zipper, "Or did you just miss me a whole lot…?"
K made a quiet noise in his throat, leaning down to flick Yuki's ear with the tip of his tongue. "Try both..."
"Good…" Yuki gasped, biting the inside of his cheek, "Likewise…"
Fumbling for the backseat door handle, he pushed K back far enough so they could get in. Lucky enough, it was the roomiest back seat money could buy.
Shutting the door with a loud 'slam!', K pinned Yuki down to the backseat, though he was careful of hurting him. "I love that sound..."
"Mmm…. What sound? Me gasping?" Yuki asked, staring up at his lover with half-lidded eyes.
"Mm-hmm..." K slipped a hand into Yuki's shirt, mouth going dry. He loved that look, too... And his hair, and...
Shuddering a bit at the cool hands across the hot skin of his stomach, Yuki spoke in a whisper, "I love you…"
K paused, smiling down at Yuki. "I love you too."
Returning the smile easily, the novelist reached up and wrapped his hands around K's neck. Shifting a little at the slight discomfort of having his stomach pressed on, he gave a smaller smile before bringing K into a hungry kiss.
He responded in kind, using a hand to keep his weight up and off of Yuki.
Relaxing as the pressure went off of his stomach, Yuki deepened the kiss and ran his hands over K's back. This was exactly what he needed, reassurance that K loved him, the wonder feeling of being held…
K shivered, sliding his hand up to Yuki's nipples. His thumb found one and brushed lightly over it, knowing that Yuki was more sensitive in his pregnancy.
Drawing in breath through his nose, Yuki gasped. This pregnancy was good for more than one thing, wasn't it? He was more aroused than he could normally be by only a small flick of K's finger…
He broke the kiss, his thumb falling still. "I don't want you away from me again, Yuki..."
Staring up at K, Yuki realized how worried and scared K must have been… It almost matched the fear that Yuki had felt. "I was…scared she would hurt you two… You and Michael…" Yuki whispered, brushing his fingertips over his lover's face.
"I wouldn't let her hurt us..." K swallowed past the lump in his throat, shutting his eyes. "I can't stand that I let her hurt you... I should have been there, Eiri, I shouldn't have left you alone... I'm so sorry..."
"It's not your fault, don't apologize…" Yuki murmured, grazing his finger's over K's hair and moving some of the shorter parts.
K took a shallow breath, opening over bright eyes to look down at Yuki. "No... I should have been there, Eiri. I love you..." He shuddered as the first tear fell, dropping into Yuki's hair.
Yuki saw the tear, though he could scarcely believe it. K? Crying? The two didn't belong in the same sentence… "K…I love you too…" he whispered, leaning up to kiss the tears away.
The tears didn't stop coming, and K couldn't help as he started shaking, a sob catching in his throat. He hated crying... It always made him feel worthless, and now Yuki had seen him...
Yuki whispered to him, unable to kiss away the rivers of tears, "You don't have to cry," he paused, watching K's face. "But I have to say…you look beautiful when you do…"
He wasn't exactly saying this to make K laugh or anything, because it was true. Eyes glistening and shiny with tears, the twin streaks that they left on either side of his nose…even the gasping breaths he took when he sobbed. Beautiful.
K let out a choked laugh, pulling his hand from Yuki's shirt to wipe at his eyes. He knew that if he tried to speak, he'd stutter and sound worse then he did when he was just crying.
With a small smile, Yuki leaned up, "It's true though…Drops clinging to your…eyelashes…So cute…" he said it sweetly, kissing away one in between some of the words, "I love you…Even more than…before, I think…"
He didn't reply until his tears had stopped. "I love you too..." K swallowed, resting his forehead against Yuki's. "I couldn't stand to lose you."
"So don't…just…stay with me…" Yuki murmured, staring into K's brilliant blue eyes. Tilting his head back a bit, he let his lips brush over K's.
K returned the brush of lips, sliding his hand into Yuki's hair. "All right..." He chose to ignore the fact that they would have to move soon. His arm was starting to shake from the effort of keeping his weight off of Yuki, and they were still at the hospital...
A sudden smile lit up Yuki's face. "Say…K…?"
A distrustful look immediately pasted itself on K's face, but his lips twitched. "Say what?"
"Do you remember when you first came to my place, a bit more than six months ago?" he asked, still smiling a little.
"Yeah..."
"Did you purposefully change that fourth request of Shuichi's, just to sleep with me?"
His eyes widened, and he sat up, banging his head on the ceiling of the car. "Fuck! How did you find out about that?"
Yuki leaned up on his elbows, concern on his face. "Shuichi. Are you okay?"
K rubbed the top of his head, wincing. "I'm fine... I can't believe he told you. Shuichi didn't know I switched the lists..."
"Well, he didn't tell me… He just mentioned he'd had four requirements, and not three." Yuki said, a small smile on his face, "So you did, then."
"Of course I did." K grinned, dropping his hand back to the seat.
"Why you little sneak…" Yuki said, a larger grin spreading over his face. "You did that just to get in my pants and look where you ended up…"
"Well, I don't think it turned out all bad, do you?"
"No, in fact I think I like it where we are now." Yuki answered, still grinning up at his lover.
Before either of them could say anything more, Yuki's cell phone rang.
Pulling the phone out of his jacket pocket (only slightly hard to do in that position) he stared at the glowing screen. "Oh. Fuck."
K leaned over, looking at the screen. "Fuck. I swear, I didn't do it."
"Actually, you did. You got me pregnant." Yuki said with a sigh, pushing the 'talk' button, "Hello, Aneki…"
"EIRI!" Mika's voice snapped through the phone. "What the hell has been going on for the past six months?"
Wincing a bit, Yuki eased himself out from under K. "Calm down, Aneki. You have a baby running around with virgin ears."
"She's with our father, who's as shocked by all of this as I am." Mika went from snapping to growling in under five seconds, then back again. "Now tell me what the fuck has been going on! I got the papers this morning, and there's a bunch of shit on the first page about you being kidnapped, and pregnant, with more details on page five! Eiri, what's been going on that you haven't been telling me about?" And down from snapping to merely confused and concerned. It was clear she wasn't going to believe a word of what the press said until Yuki said it was true.
Holding the phone about a foot away from his ear, Yuki waited until she had stopped. "Oh, didn't I call you?"
The explosion was immediate. "NO, YOU DIDN'T FUCKING CALL ME, YOU SELF CENTERED LITTLE PRICK!"
Yuki couldn't help but laugh, as the phone was an entire arms length away. Unfortunately for K, that was where he was. "Sorry about that Aneki. So I guess I have some news for the family, then."
K tried to hear through the popping of his ears. Damn...
"What's your news, Eiri?"
"How does the title 'Auntie Mika' sound?" Yuki asked, preparing to push away the phone in case she yelled again.
"You're kidding. You've got to be kidding." She sounded shocked, but it would probably wear off in a second or less. "You're pregnant and you didn't call us! What kind of brother are you, Eiri? You haven't even told our father, have you? Does Tohma know? I swear, if he knew before I did, I'll kill you both!"
Ignoring the question about Tohma for the time being, Yuki answered, "Yeah, sorry. I forgot to tell you guys. Been busy with a new lover and adopted son, Aneki."
K raised a brow, grinning as he pointed at himself. "Me?" He mouthed.
Yuki pressed the phone to his chest so Mika wouldn't hear. "No, you're the adopted son. Of course you, you idiot." He said sticking his tongue out and then bringing back the phone.
"Who, Eiri?"
K did a little happy dance, his grin widening.
Trying his best not to laugh at K's antics, he replied. "I…don't think you know him, Aneki…"
"Who is he, Eiri?" Mika sighed.
"Claude K. Winchester. Would you like to speak to him? He's currently straddling me on the back seat of my car and may want to say 'Hi'" Yuki said, a large grin spreading over his face.
The American's eyes widened again, though in this time it was definitely feigned fear. He shook his head violently, though it was a struggle not to laugh.
"Winchester? And straddling you in the back of your car? Eiri, where ARE you?"
"Myself and the father of the baby got extremely horny in the waiting room, and my dear lover couldn't wait and neither could I." Yuki said, smirking, "We are in the back seat of my car, with him on top. We're both still clothed, but if you hadn't called I suppose we wouldn't be."
"I didn't need that much information, you..." Mika drifted off as sounds of someone entering the room drifted from the phone. "Eiri, I have to go. Miwako got into the rice and now the entire kitchen is a mess. I'll be stopping by your house later."
"Well, you'd better tell me when, otherwise you might come while we're in an…awkward position." Yuki said, still smirking.
"You are such an ass." Mika sighed again. "I'll call you before I open the door, alright? Should I count to twenty too?"
"Better make it fifty, Aneki. Bring the good son, too. And I doubt father will leave the temple, so we might have to visit some time in the future." Yuki said, with a hint of a sigh. Even if he was a bastard, he wasn't going to deprive his child from meeting his or her family.
After all, he'd had to so it was only fair.
"Good." Something rustled on the line, and then a young voice cried out "Mama, big fuck!"
Catching a laugh in his throat, Yuki coughed. "All right, Aneki. Talk to you later."
Pushing the 'end' button, Yuki realized that him and K were going to go through the same things that Tohma and Mika were going through.
"K…"
"Yep?" K straightened from his leaning position, looking curiously at Yuki.
"We're going to be parents. I know you've already done that before but do I look-" he said, gesturing towards himself, "Like a man able to change diapers?"
K cursed loudly. "I've never changed a diaper!"
Yuki sighed. "We need to pick up Michael in another hour and a half, I'm still horny, and you're still straddling me, which prevents us from getting home and having sex."
He didn't move for a moment. He was going to be a father. The whole nine yards, this time... He'd never changed a diaper, he'd never made a bottle, he'd never... K reached behind him and popped open the door, slowly climbing out. Yuki did have a point... It'd been... how long had it been since they'd had sex? A hell of a long time, he knew that.
Pulling himself up and swinging his legs around to face the front, Yuki placed a hand on his swollen belly. Just three more months…
TBC
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Suqua's Awesome-o Rant of DOOm
YO! What's up, ya'll? It's SUQUA! MY FIRST OFFICIAL RANT IN AWHILE! did you miss me? What'd you think of Yuki's kidnapping? Wasn't K's crying so incredibly sexy! IT WAS:D So anyway, I really love this story. You might notice we don't often reply to our reviews, since we write out chapters before submitting one. Right now, on gurabitshiyon (the one we update first) has 9 chapters, when there are 10. I am thinking that we won't be putting this up for a bit, since we are SUCH review whores. Unlike my Seme who is a manwhore. Whole different breed of whore. :P glomps
Sakura scared the fucking crap out of me. Honestly! And Mika made me laugh my ass off! XD That was Anndy, the brilliant one. Snaps for Anndy!
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Torture Chamber became known as…Torture…Chamber…through a complicated process! Here is what it was:
Suqua: What should we call it?
Anndy: I dunno…
Suqua: Well…how about we call it "Torture Chamber"
Anndy: YES!
And thus, T.C. was born. We often call it "Torture" for short. :)
Anndy: Have we mentioned lately that Suqua is a terrible loser? Well, she is. I'm serious. It was really funny though, because we were walking around the track at school, trying to decide who would play with Uesugi, and I claimed Mika. My quote of the day? "Come on, it's Eiri with boobs. How hard can it be?" Because, hey, if anyone's noticed, I AM Eiri with boobs. Mika's fun, though. I liked playing her. Sakura was a blast too, because I got all my stress out for a few hours. What do we have to look forward to next chapter? Mika, Tatsuha, Eiri, K, and Michael interaction! YAY!
Don't diss my abreviation, Suqua. Torture is my life. And yes, I'm a manwhore. No, I'm not a man. And darling Uke, you're ENGAGED to this manwhore. Screw you.
Suqua: I'm the luckiest female Uke in the world, to be engaged to a female manwhore. grin I thank Gackt everyday that you proposed. (You readers STILL shouldn't ask)
Anndy: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, my idiot, happy birthday to you.
Suqua: 'Twas the best present I got, except maybe the 50$ Papa gave me or the bowling party my sister's giving me. grins and glomps
Anndy: Laughs You're such a loser.
Suqua: And you know you love me for it. squishes After all, that's the reason you proposed. Because I was such a loser.
Anndy: That, and because you asked me to. smirks
Suqua: Because I was a loser! See! It all works out!
Anndy: Good. Shut up and start the next chapter, my darling loser.
Suqua: Alright, you sexy slut. Next chapter beings.
PLEASE REVIEW! IT'S FOR THE MANWHORES AND LOSERS OF THE WORLD! THEY NEED SUPPORT TOOOOoooooooooooo!