Torture Chamber
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Chapter 12: Pink Ribbon
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Even after sending both Mika and Tatsuha to retrieve him, then gave him two days… Yuki hadn't come home.
Uesugi bitterly thought that even if his son were pregnant, he ought to have arrived already. Unless he was busy with baby preparing for their wedding, there wouldn't be a proper excuse.
Watching little Miwako (his first grandchild, soon to be first of two) took up some of his time. Tatsuha took off more often then he usually did, skipping work, no less!
"Father, standing in the middle of the yard won't make Eiri come any faster."
Uesugi turned towards his daughter's voice. "I suppose you're right." He said, and walked to one of the doors, closing it behind him.
The car pulled into the driveway a moment later, and K stepped out, looking annoyed. It wasn't the long that had ruined his mood, it was the fact that he was wearing a skirt. A dress, more appropriately.
They'd gotten a call from Mika the day before, and K had picked it up so as not to wake Yuki. The conversation had been short and unsettling, ending with K agreeing to wear a dress, bow, and other womanly garments to convince Uesugi that Yuki was again straight.
K wasn't even going to try to explain the anatomical science that would lay in their relationship. How would a woman get a man pregnant? It made no sense.
It didn't seem to matter, because now they were there, and K was feeling naked in freshly shaved legs and no shoulder holster.
Yuki got out of the car slowly, picking himself up out of the seat. It was a lot harder to get up than it used to be.
For some reason, K hadn't listened to him when he'd told him doing this was not necessary. Though Yuki had to say one thing.
K in lipstick. Priceless.
Mika nearly choked as she caught sight of K, trying hard not to laugh as she turned back to the house. "Father! Eiri's here!"
Glaring at Mika, K moved around the car to help Yuki. He tried to look as feminine as he could when Uesugi came out. How the fuck had he let Mika talk him into this!
Yuki inwardly groaned. The mental image of K as a woman was only a little frightening. More than a little. Quite a bit, actually. But he let K help him out of the car (God, that dress was loose.), and readied himself to face his father.
Uesugi studied the woman that had gotten out of his son's car. The first thing he noticed made one of his eyebrows go up. This chick had no tits!
K wrapped his arm around Yuki's waist, realized he was acting far too masculine, and dropped his hand to Yuki's. Damn! This being a chick thing was going to be hard!
Struggling to keep a straight face, Mika bowed to K and Yuki as they approached. "Eiri, K. It's a pleasure to see you again."
Instead of bowing back, Yuki waved with two fingers. The other held onto K's. Judging by the half-smirk Mika was barely holding back, and the amusement in her eyes, Yuki assumed she had something to do with K's lifestyle change. "Hello Aneki. Father."
Staring at his son with a stern face, his arms crossed. After a second, he opened his mouth and asked, "When are you getting married?"
K choked, his hand gripping Yuki's tightly. What was it with everyone wanting them to get married? "Married?" He asked, pitching his voice an octave higher.
Yuki stared back at his father. Had he expected it? Yes. Yes, he had. His father was predictable.
"Yes. Married." Uesugi said with a narrowed gaze. "I don't want an illegitimate, bastard grandchild."
That did it. Yuki dropped K's hand, heading for his father with the sharp glare of an angry mother. "That does it, old man." He growled.
"Eiri, no!" Mika stepped in front of her brother, blocking him from Uesugi. "You know he doesn't mean it." It was a weak protest, everyone present certain in the knowledge that Uesugi had meant every word.
Hands fisting, K stepped forward. No one insulted his child, unborn or not! He didn't care if he was dressed as a woman, it would just make his attack all the more unexpected.
Yuki's hand shot out, grabbing K's arm. "If I don't get to hit him, you don't." He grumbled, letting go.
Expression never changing, Uesugi gestured for them to come inside. "It's time for dinner." He said huffily, heading for the dining room.
K sighed, on the edge of a pout. Stupid fucker. How had Yuki lived with someone like that?
Mika didn't bother trying to make an excuse for Uesugi's behavior, instead leading them silencing into the house and through to the dining room.
Uesugi sat at the front of the table, with Mika at the right and Tatsuha's empty seat next to hers. Yuki was seated at the left, K next to him. The room sat in stony silence, broken after a long stretch by Uesugi.
"Son, I have a question for you." He said, a small glare on his face.
Yuki glared right back. "What?"
Uesugi paused, giving a bit of silence. "How does a woman knock up a man?"
K froze with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth. He glanced at Mika. He knew it wouldn't work! She stared blankly back at him, and he glared at her. "It's… well, it's difficult…"
"TADAIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Tatsuha burst through the door to the dining room, a large grin on his face. His hair was mussed, clothes disheveled. He stopped, staring at K and Yuki. "We're… having guests?" He blinked.
Turning at his youngest son's greeting with another glare on his face, Uesugi answered, "Yes. I told you this morning before you were supposed to be performing at a funeral."
Tatsuha didn't pay attention as he picked up his chopsticks. "Itadakimasu!" He said happily.
Mika turned to glare at her little brother, flicking him hard in the temple. "Where the hell have you been?"
A strange grin fell over Tatsuha's face. "Nowhere…"
Yuki rolled his eyes. 'Tat-kun' had probably been out fucking Ryuichi.
Then Tatsuha noticed K. He stared for a moment before opening his mouth and saying, "Dude, K! I didn't know you were secretly a woman! Aniki, I though you said he was a man!"
Reaching for his gun, K growling a curse as he realized it wasn't there. Dammit! He was never wearing a dress again!
Uesugi stared at the 'woman,' eyebrows raising as he noticed the angular cheekbones and broad shoulders of a man. As well as the two-inch height advantage against his son, accented when he stood by the heels.
Yuki merely slurped his bowl of soup, letting the hot broth run down his throat. At least Uesugi had realized that a pregnant man needed to eat more than rice.
Tatsuha was doing the same thing, though at a gusto. Yuki assumed 'Tat-kun' has a date that night.
Turning slightly in her seat, Mika rested a hand gently on her father's arm. There were precious few seconds to work with because Uesugi was a ticking bomb. "Father, I can explain."
The old man stood up, taking a deep breath. He glared at his eldest son. "EIRI!"
Yuki looked up from his soup. "Yes, father?"
"THAT IS A MAN!"
"I'm aware of that, father."
"AND YOU TRIED TO TRICK ME?"
Yuki blinked. "No. Did you think he was a woman?"
"YES I DID!"
Yuki took a sip of the soup. "It wasn't my idea, father."
K coughed, hiding a glare as he began to wipe of his lipstick. He wasn't even going to try to explain, because it hadn't been his idea. But he wasn't going to sit around for very long and put up with this old shit's crap.
"Father-" Mika sighed as Uesugi cut her off again. Fine.
"YOU ALLOWED IT, DIDN"T YOU!"
"No need to yell."
Uesugi glowered heavily at Yuki. "Maybe not, but I won't allow some cross-dressing Gaijin into the family."
Yuki glared right back. "You think I care, old man?"
"Fuck it." K stood from the table, staring with heated anger at Uesugi. "I never asked to be in your family, you just assumed. I love your son, but you can-" He formed himself to stop, looking down at Yuki. "I hope you're not too comfortable, love."
"Actually, no I'm not." Yuki said, noticing with inward happiness that he could see up K's dress. He held a hand out for K to help him up, not paying attention to his father 's anger.
"Good." K pulled Yuki up and off the floor. "We're leaving."
As Yuki stood, he planted a massively tongue-filled kiss on K's lips before letting him go. "Love you too." He murmured before nodding good-bye at Tatsuha and Mika.
K grinned at his lover before pulling him out of the room and back through the rout Mika had shown them before. He did love Yuki, and especially those kisses… Leading Yuki back to the car, K asked the first question that came to mind. "How did you put up with him?"
"Didn't. I moved to America as a kid." Yuki said with a light smirk. "He's particularly nasty when it comes to the family or the temple."
Snorting, K pulled the bow roughly from his hair. "No shit."
"Aw, that looked cute on you." Yuki teased. "Pink may be your color."
K glared at him, a smile tugging at his lips. "Only you could say that and live." He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. "I need to change."
"You can change in the car." Yuki said, pulling him towards it. "I apologize in advance if I jump you."
"That needs an apology?" K smirked, opening the back seat. He wasn't driving in a skirt ever again.
"Can I help you, then?" Yuki asked, giving a smile instead of attempting to feign innocence.
"If you want to." K's smirk was edging up on a wicked smile, and he slid into the car.
Yuki all but bounced into the car, ready to help his lover out of the strangely enticing dress. A deep blue that matched K's eyes, it was a silk dream that was now riding up to his muscular mid-thigh.
K was half sprawled over the seat, one heeled foot propped on the cushion. His hair was falling out of its braid with the removal of the ribbon, and it was again draping into his face.
Now Yuki liked that dress even more. Exposing more of K's leg and giving him plenty of room. Leaning over his lover, he greedily attacked the other man's mouth.
Forced to give into Yuki's dominant position, K's lips parted without much of a fight. The backseat allowed very little movement, but he managed to stretch his leg out on the seat, giving Yuki more room to maneuver.
A welcoming position. Yuki thrust his tongue inside K's hot, delicious waiting mouth, the taste already familiar. Running his fingers through the soft golden mass of hair, he broke the remaining train of braid. He almost forgot he was supposed to be removing the dress that was annoying his lover.
K was successfully distracted from the dress by Yuki's hands and mouth. He met Yuki's tongue hungrily with his own, his hands sliding down Yuki's back.
Completely ignoring the fact that they were parked in front of his father's home, Yuki pushed the dress up part K's waist. Now it was an evil dress, blocking K's skin from him. Bad dress.
The car air, already cooled by nearly an hour in the shade, was made colder by the open door. K shivered, tempted to just rip the dress off.
Yuki may have read K's mind because he growled against his lips before sitting up. Placing both hands in the sides of the delicate blue fabric, he ripped it in half quite easily. Pulling the shreds away from his lover's warm chest, he ran kisses down K's neck, past his collarbone. Much better.
K didn't flinch or shrink back, merely grinned in satisfaction. Evil dress – down. Masochistic heels? Still to come.
His back arched a bit as Yuki's mouth dropped past his collarbone, pressing into the warm brush of lips and occasional scrape of teeth.
Thankful for the lovely curve of his lover's back, Yuki finished ripping the dress and tossed the remnants on the floor. Licking a soft, barely touching line, he found a nipple and bit gently.
A sharp gasp escaped K's throat, and he groaned quietly. Damn that mouth. Damn its teasing, taunting, lovely seductive nature…
There were marks from the many times K had claimed him. Now it would be nice to place a similar red mark on K. Yuki hoped his lover had a turtleneck or two. Placing his mouth in the little nook between K's neck and shoulder, he have the spot a gentle before abandoning any thoughts of slowly and sucking on the lightly salty skin.
His hands seemed to have minds of their own, pushing K's boxers down and shoving one inside.
K's fingers found the seatbelt and gripped, the other hand coming up to fist in Yuki's shirt. The pain at his neck was dulled but insistent, and he was only able to completely ignore it when Yuki's hand plunged into his boxers.
As much as he hated being submissive, it didn't seem that bad with Yuki. It didn't feel right, necessarily, but it was definitely something he would be more willing to try.
Yuki was finding that K being a bottom was just as wonderful as he'd always thought it would be. Every time he's thought of such a time, his pants would suddenly get uncomfortably tight.
He sucked harder, to ensure a mark that would last a week, at least. His hands, however, went purposefully slow.
"Yuki…" K's voice was low and commanding. He clearly wasn't appreciating the pace of Yuki's hand.
Finishing the brand new red spot, Yuki raised his head and smirked at his lover. "Yes, K?" He asked, though he knew exactly what it was that was on the other man's mind.
"Stop fucking around." K growled, sliding his hand down to grip Yuki through his pants in a demonstration of what he wanted.
"Say please." Yuki said, trying his best not to stutter or slip on his words. He scraped a nail over the head, still waiting to hear K ask.
K moaned, hand tightening. Damn it. "Just do it…"
"Do what?" Yuki twisted his hand a bit, giving K a kiss on the chin.
"You know… what…" K groaned again, annoyed with his voice.
"Okay…" Yuki said, still licking a line down his lover's neck. Stroking the length, he gripped it tightly and started moving his hand in short, quick jerks.
K's hips moved with the strokes of Yuki's hand, a small moan escaping his throat. He was surprised that Yuki wasn't making him beg, but he wasn't complaining.
Yuki must have changed his mind, since he let go of K, giving him another small kiss on the cheek.
He shifted, moving so he was sitting a bit away from K. He smiled with a slight flicker of mischief, leaning over to give the erect member a playful lick.
"Yuki…" K's voice was no longer commanding. It had taken on a cajoling note that pleaded with Yuki to take him into his mouth.
"Say please." Yuki said, blowing on the organ with hot breath. Teasing was fun, especially with K.
K groaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut. He hated begging almost as much as he hated crying. But not quite. "Yuki… please…"
A somewhat wicked, if not sadistic smile, worked its way over Yuki's lips. "Please what?" Another lick.
This time, K moan in frustration. "Suck me or I'll shoot you." They both knew well that K would do no such thing, but that didn't take away from the point.
"Yes, sir." Yuki murmured with a grin. He liked K begging. Ultra sexy. He gave the erection a tiny kiss before enveloping it entirely within his lips.
K smirked before the expression was wiped away with a wordless moan. Sir… he liked that. Especially coming from Yuki.
Rolling his tongue, Yuki hummed lightly. He had a strange feeling his earlier teasing was going to earn him some tortuously slow movements sometime in the future.
Hips pressing up into Yuki's mouth, K's hand tightened on the seatbelt. His other hand dangled uselessly over the side of the seat. He would have to get Yuki back later…
Yuki stopped humming, letting his head bob slowly. He let his teeth scrape over K, tongue darting out occasionally.
K cried out as Yuki's teeth scraped lightly over him. It wasn't that it hurt, but the sensation was so different from what he'd grown accustomed to that the change was sharp and abrupt.
Running his tongue over the side, Yuki returned to sucking. He went harder then he had before, deciding that K had had enough teasing. Yuki had noticed the other man loved being a tease, but rather hated being teased. It was rather cute, actually, but he wasn't going to say that to K's face. Then again, perhaps it would cause K to blush. Yuki decided that he would pay to see that, while he let his teeth brush against K again.
Breathing was becoming difficult, and K's hips bucked hard into Yuki's mouth. He hated this… He was so close to release, then Yuki would slow down to tease him again. An aggravating style, yes, but ultimately rewarding when the climax actually arrived. That was something that made living with Yuki interesting, and it never failed to keep K on his toes.
Now came a difficult decision for Yuki. Would he torture K a bit more and go slower? Or increase the speed a bit? Thinking back to when K had yelled at his family, Yuki sucked harder, rolling his tongue roughly.
His breathing was ragged, and K barely managed to moan, "Yuki…" before speech was no longer an option. He was getting close again, and he cracked open his eyes to watch Yuki bring him to completion.
The moans and rough breathing from his lover was more than enough to encourage Yuki. Smirking around K, he hummed and sucked, licking the tip.
K pressed his hips up hard, hitting his peak with a silent cry. His eyes shut and he let go for the seatbelt for fear of ripping it out.
Yuki closed his eyes, swallowing the rushing liquid. He drank it up so there wouldn't be any need to clean the seats. Running his tongue around the tip, he caught any last drops of come. Then he leaned up, a wry smile on his face.
Panting, K blearily opened his eyes. He would definitely have to pay Yuki back… after he got dressed. In the meantime, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, brushing his lips over his lover's. "Love you."
Licking his lips, Yuki tried his best not to just start all over again. "Love you too." He answered, letting the other man feel each word against his mouth.
Fuck his family (his father especially), he loved K.
"Good, because if you didn't…" K grinned, kissing the corner of Yuki's mouth. He felt… better. He always did when he spent time with Yuki. "I'm going to have to pay you back later." He promised. But first, he needed clothes.
About to ask what would happen if he didn't love K, Yuki cringed a bit at the promise of payback. Then he eyed K's very, very sexy body. A pity it would soon be covered. Finding K's foot, he noticed with a stifled chuckle the green two-inch heels on K's feet. "Would you like these off as well?" He asked.
K blinked down at the shoes. "Fuck yes." Heels hurt like hell, and it made him pity women who had to wear them. Whoever had invented heels needed to be killed.
Yuki tried not to laugh. K, naked in heels. He looked like a stripped drag queen. Then the image of K as a drag queen entered his mind. Trying so hard not to laugh, he undid the strap of one heel and slid it off of K's foot. Yuki knew he'd burst out laughing if the foot was bent.
Stretching slightly, K felt like purring. One down… He hated those shoes. It had taken him forever to find shoes in the right size, and it was clear that the heels were made for cross-dressing hookers in Tokyo. Definitely not made for an evening in Kyoto.
Not that he'd cared.
The other came off quite easily. With a somewhat laughing grin, Yuki asked, "Would you like your suitcase now? So we can get you dressed and the hell out of Kyoto?"
Smirking, K leaned over and planted a kiss on Yuki's lips. "Yes, but you need to get in the front seat. We'll be out of here faster that way."
Almost bouncing out the door at the prospect of leaving, Yuki unlocked the trunk and pulled out K's suitcase. He placed it in the backseat before stepping lightly and going into the passenger seat.
Boxers, pants, and shirt went on quickly. Belt, socks, and shoes proved simple as well. The difficulty arose when K tried to fasten his gun holster. First, the clips caught in his hair. Then his elbows hit the back of the seat. With a grumbled curse, K got out of the car and fastened the holster.
After putting up his hair, a very satisfied K climbed into the driver's seat.
"So, where to?" Yuki asked, buckling his seat belt below his stomach, which now resembled a beach ball.
"The airport." K glanced at him, buckling up and starting the car.
Airport? Yuki blinked at him, slipping his shoes off his swollen feet. "Why the airport?"
K backed out of the driveway, then started down the road. "Need a scenery change."
"To…?"
"To start with?" K shrugged. "LaGuardia."
One of Yuki's eyebrows rose. "New York? That's quite a scenery change."
"Just a bit." K grinned, glad to be leaving the temple behind.
Plan a weekend in Kyoto… then end up on a flight to America, land of guns, money, and flashy lights? If this was how a relationship with K was going to be, Yuki had a feeling it would never be dull. "All right, then. Let's go."
Watching the temple disappear in the mirror, Yuki couldn't help but smile.
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K nudged Yuki awake several hours later. They'd caught the last flight to LaGuardia, and K had been forced to leave his guns behind. He'd arranged to have them shipped back to Tokyo.
It wasn't like it mattered much. He had more guns in New York anyway.
"Love… we're about to land. Wake up."
Yuki rubbed his eyes, murmuring something about gay elves before realizing what K had said. He'd fallen asleep midway into the flight, landing with one cheek on K's shoulder. Glancing out the window, he saw the airport waiting for them. He took K's hand, a small smile on his face.
Threading their fingers, K watched the airport approach. It had been a fairly uneventful flight. No explosions, no gunfights, no fistfights, no yelling matches, and very little turbulence.
In other words, the flight had been boring. The only thing that had kept him from screaming was Yuki's head on his shoulder and the constant stream of random commentary from Yuki's dreams.
Usually, Yuki stayed awake during his flights, watching a movie or two, reading… but then again, he'd never flown pregnant before. The kid always made him tired in the middle of the day, no failure.
Yawning into his hand, he asked, "So do you have any ideas as to where we're staying?" Yuki wanted a bed.
"There's an apartment near the East Village that I've arranged for us." K let his thumb brush idly over Yuki's, keeping his eyes focused on the window.
"So you've been planning this?" Yuki wanted to reach over and pinch K's cheek. For some odd, unexplainable reason.
K shrugged. "For a little while, yeah." He'd been planning for near three weeks, searching for a decent apartment and plane tickets. Not to mention arranging someplace for Michael to stay…
Yuki squeezed K's hand. "I'm guessing you weren't planning on this weekend."
It made Yuki wonder. K loved him enough to dress as a woman to please his family, he had been willing to kill for him…
"No, that was lucky coincidence." K turned in his seat, sick of watching the window. The car ride to the airport had been long, and the plane trip had been longer. He wanted to stand, or better yet, shoot somebody.
Taking advantage of the much better angle, Yuki leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lover's lips. "Love you."
With a small smile, K rested his forehead against Yuki's. "Love you too."
A few bumps and several minutes later, they were getting out of the plane and heading to baggage claim. "We should probably rent a car, then." Yuki mused, watching for his suitcase on the slow-as-hell conveyer belt.
"There's a limo waiting outside." K picked up both his suitcase and Yuki's as they came around, seemingly unaware of the added weight.
"Aw, you planned everything." Yuki cooed, finally unable to resist and pinching the taller man's cheek. "And not only that, you're such a gentleman."
K laughed, faking a bite at his lover's fingers. "How do you know this isn't some ruse to get into your pants?"
"You mean it isn't?" Faking a pout, Yuki dropped his fingers.
"Everything I do is a ruse to get in your pants." K smiled. That wasn't really true. Sex with Yuki was just a bonus to him.
"And you know how much I like that." Yuki said, pulling K down a bit and playfully licking his cheek. Rather cat-like, actually.
Making a noise that was torn between disgust and agreement, K leaned down and rubbed his cheek on Yuki's shoulder. Satisfied that the wetness on his skin was gone, K straightened with a grin. "I like it just as much, love."
A soft chuckle left Yuki's throat, then he reached up to bite K's ear. He found it amusing that his own child made him twice as horny. Lucky for K.
Now, where was that limousine?
K brushed his lips over Yuki's, then started past the tourists, their cell phones, suitcases, signs, and drivers. He led Yuki outside, nodding to the limo driver as the stretch pulled up in front of them.
Yuki decided that K was a very romantic man. "For some reason, it feels like you're supposed to be in a tux, having me a corsage." He said amusedly.
Shaking his head, K smiled. "Maybe later." He handed the bags to the driver, who stashed them in the trunk. Opening the door for Yuki, K bowed jokingly. "Milady." He teased.
Mockingly bowing back, Yuki answered, "Good sir." And got into the limo, sliding over for K.
K slid into the seat, smiling wryly at his lover. "Always knew you'd make a good mistress."
"You mean I'm not the first wife?" Yuki said with exaggerated shock. "Who am I second to, then?"
"The kid." K winked, pulling the door shut as the driver returned to his seat.
"That's true." Yuki said thoughtfully. "I hope you can deal with being third in my life." He smiled slightly.
"Third?" K raised a brow. How could two people be better than him?
Yuki smiled slightly at K's expression. "The baby… and Michael."
K shook his head again, lips quirked. "Second best to my own son…"
"So sorry." Yuki said, trying not to laugh. "If it helps, he reminds me of you."
"Even better!" K threw up his hands in mock resignation.
Yuki chuckled, taking K's hand and lacing their fingers together. "You're cute when you're jealous, even if you're pretending."
"I must be cute a lot, then." K brought Yuki's hand up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles. "Because I get jealous when you talk to anyone but me."
"I noticed." Yuki cringed inwardly, remembering the incident when a fan had wanted an autograph. That had been both bloody and frightening. "You're very protective."
"Mmhm." K smiled laughingly, leaning his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting.
Resting his head against K's shoulder, Yuki closed his eyes. K was rather like a bear, protective and willing to kill those who threatened him or those he loved.
Awhile later, they pulled up to an apartment building. On one side was an instant photo place, on the other an adult movie store. For some reason, Yuki liked it immediately.
Blinking open his eyes with a yawn, K stretched as much as the limo would allow. His arm dropped to rest on Yuki's shoulders, and his lips quirked in a tired half-smile. "We're 2C. Closest I could get to the bottom floor."
"Thank you." Yuki said, leaning forward to kiss K's cheek then blinking in surprise as their driver opened the door.
For some reason, Yuki always liked the sounds of New York. The hustle, the sirens, and the yelling. Not to mention the constant horns blaring. New York, New York it's a hell of a time.
K climbed out of the limo, offering Yuki a hand out. The driver knew which room was theirs, and he'd already retrieved the bags from the trunk.
"Anything for my mistress."
Yuki's smile went from content to mischievous. "Anything?"
"Anything." K confirmed, unworried abut Yuki's smile. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Yuki. If it made him happy, he'd do it.
"Good." Yuki took K's hand, letting the taller man pull him from the car. "Same here."
Content in the warm glow of happiness that was being with Yuki, K led the other man into the building after the driver. The building was made in classic New York style, all grubby on the outside and plain walls on the inside. It was nothing remarkable, but it suited K's purpose.
The apartment itself was completely different that the rest of the building. The walls were a white-crème tinge, the floors a dark reddish-brown wood. It was a two story apartment, a spiral staircase separating the floors.
Paintings decorated a few of the walls. One was of a man in his underwear playing the ukulele. Another was harder to tell, but if you looked closely it was two men having sex. The last was a bowl of ordinary fruit.
The furniture was interesting, a mix of things you might find at various stores. It somehow all blended together in a mesh of chic. The couch in the middle of the living room was rather drab, but when Yuki went over and sat in it he found it was the most fucking comfortable couch ever. "I like it."
"I do too." K paid the driver, gave him a good tip, and sent him on his way. "The description I was given doesn't really do it justice."
"I bet. This a basic New York city upper-class apartment stuck in a middle-class area." Yuki said, stretching out. "I've stayed in some like this, but none have had this couch."
K smiled, swallowing back a yawn. Fuck, he was getting tired. "Are you hungry? We can go find something to eat." He'd have to get groceries in the morning. And towels…
Yuki's eye twitched at the mention of food. Nope. The baby said, Not hungry. "Sleep now." Yuki said, easing himself to his feet.
Yes! K danced inwardly. Sleep! He would be able to hold Yuki, sleep, and be comfortable for the first time in hours! "Alright. Bedroom should be upstairs."
Staring at the spiral staircase as he stood up, Yuki wondered if he'd be able to fit going up. He took K's hand, ready for a good night's sleep in his lover's arms.
Using the idea of Yuki in bed as a reward for making it up the stairs, K started up the steps. Sure enough, upon reaching the top, the first door K opened was the bedroom.
Feeling his eyelids droop as soon as they got up the stairs, Yuki let out a yawn. With a soft curse, he realized he didn't have his favorite pillow. Upon reaching the bed, he threw any thoughts of pajamas out the window and sighed before starting to move the blankets and sheets so he could lie down. Mmm. Bed.
Climbing into the bed after Yuki, the only thing K had bothered to remove was his shoes, belt, and shirt. Sleeping in slacks was no problem, but his hair would tangle and…He didn't feel up to dealing with it.
Pulling Yuki to him, K wrapped an arm around the author's waist. His face pressed against his lover's neck. "Night, love."
"Night." Yuki murmured, kicking his shoes off and pushing them over the side of the bed. He hoped he wouldn't get too warm because of his jacket. Blinking his eyes, he yawned again before he nestled against K's head and fell asleep.
K shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of Yuki's slow breathing. The rhythm slowly pulled sleep over him, and K's breathing joined Yuki's.
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After only a few days the apartment looked very lived-in. Clothes tossed at random, throw pillows half-falling off the couch and chairs. A couple take-out containers in the trash. It was only after they'd gotten groceries that they'd stopped take-out.
Yuki still liked the couch, taking his naps there every day. Today he was half-lying on it, one knee propped up and laptop placed in the spot between his arm and chest. Time to work, for the first time in quite a while. If he didn't, his editor would kill him.
A slam came from the kitchen, along with a partially muffled curse. A moment later, another slam was heard. Several seconds of silence, then K stepped into the living room.
"We're going out for dinner." He said flatly.
They'd only bought enough for a week, but Yuki's appetite had drained the apartment of food in a couple days. That, and K was getting tired of standing in the brightly colored kitchen every night.
There were a few things in Yuki's mind that had been amplified when he'd gotten pregnant. First was his sex drive. Second, his unfaltering need to sleep. Last, he liked to eat even more so. As long as the baby approved, he'd eat it.
"All right." He moved the laptop to the table, sitting up and pushing himself to his feet. "Where to?"
"There's a nice place near Central Park that we should go to." K pushed his hair from his face, ignoring it as it fell back into his eyes.
"Nice as in jacket-and-tie nice or nice food?" Yuki asked, glancing at his current attire. Loose red button-up shirt, black pants, no shoes.
K's lips twitched. "Nice food. What you're wearing is fine." He looked around for his coat, spotting it under one of the pillows.
"Shoes optional?" Yuki asked wryly, glancing at the end of the couch at his shoes. He leaned forward, only to stop after about an inch. Once again, he'd forgotten he was pregnant. It was funny how the mind slips every now and then.
"Unfortunately not." K didn't bother hiding his smirk, picking up his jacket and Yuki's shoes. Handing the shoes to their owner, he shrugged into his jacket, hands tucking into the pockets. One hand curled around something small as K waited for Yuki to put his shoes on.
It took a few minutes per shoe, Yuki bending his knee since he couldn't lean forward much. He refused any help, not wanting to be completely dependent on K. After the second one was on correctly, he got up slowly, slipped on his jacket and said, "Let's go."
Yuki was hungry.
K's response came after a moment's delay, and he smiled. "Alright." He offered Yuki a hand, abandoning his pockets. They would take a cab and spare Yuki the walk the subway would force on them.
Taking the hand, Yuki gave a small smile. It was strange how being with K had changed him. Being with Shuichi had changed him as well, but in a different way. Now he was smiling more and even laughing.
Yuki could already picture the result of his next interview. Eiri Yuki: A Changed Man! Boy, his father would love that article.
When they arrived at the restaurant, it was nearly full. K managed to secure them a quiet table in the corner. There was little conversation as they ordered, but as soon as the waiter left, K studied his lover intently.
"I was thinking…After dinner, we should wander around Central Park."
"Central Park?" Yuki stared right back into K's blue eyes. Well, his feet weren't hurting too badly that day. "Sure, let's wander."
Excellent. K smiled. "Okay." Perfect. If everything went well, his plan would pull off beautifully.
For quite a few days, he and K had been alone, Yuki realized. And that was a good thing. Usually they were around people, being interrupted or something. No pop-ins from brother or sister dearest. Yuki liked that. Though he did miss Michael, the little mini-K with daddy's eyes.
"How long are we going to be in the good ol' U. S. of A?" He asked, taking a sip of ice water.
K shrugged. "I'm not sure. Not too long." He'd called Megumi and told her what was going on…He'd nearly cried again when he'd heard the disappointment in Michael's voice.
He couldn't leave his son with Megumi and Kyo for much longer. He liked Megumi, and trusted her to an extent, but Michael was a top priority.
Setting down the glass with a soft clink, Yuki thought for a moment. "I suppose while we're here I should try to write a bit." Yuki'd been given a maternity leave, but since he worked out of his home it was much shorter than he'd thought. "Or my editors will be out to kill me."
"No, they won't." K looked up as the waiter came with their food. That was one of the things he liked about this place. They were quick.
Yuki nodded to the waiter, then turned back to K as his plate was set down. "What, are you going to fight them off once they realized I haven't written more than a page in six months?"
K grinned. "Sounds like fun. When should they start coming after you?"
"As soon as they discover I'm not in Japan." Yuki answered, watching his lover over their food. He should have known what K's reaction would be.
"I'll be more than happy to fight them off for you." Judging by K's smile, it was clear he'd enjoy it.
A small grin flickered across Yuki's face. He picked up his knife and fork, ready to dig into a delicious looking steak.
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Wandering around Central Park to hold no real wandering at all. K hired a horse and buggy to take them around the park. The only sounds that were heard were the clop of horses' hooves and the muffled voices of couples around them.
It was a very romantic, a fleece and wool blanket covering both of their legs. Yuki stared up at the sky, silently wishing he could see the stars hidden by New York's bright lights. "Just so you know, if you're trying to get in my pants," he paused, "It's working very well."
K chuckled, one of his arms wrapped comfortably around Yuki's shoulders. "I'll remember that for later." The hand that wasn't resting on Yuki's chest was tucked under the blanket, tracing the small lump in his pocket.
"Mmm. Good." Yuki shifted closer to K, hands clasped together beneath the blanket.
Taking a deep breath, one that he didn't usually need, K turned to Yuki. "Eiri, love…" His hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out the small object. It stayed under the blanket, and K looked down at his lover with a darkly intense blue gaze.
Yuki stared at him. K was acting different and – hell – looked nervous. "Yes…?" He asked, still meeting his lover's eyes.
K felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, and he pulled the little velvet box out from under the blanket. Opening it, he revealed a simple gold band with thin etching on the surface.
"Will you marry me?"
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TBC
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