Yaoi-ness in this one folks. nothing too descriptive but.. still... don't flame if you don't like. you were warned. :waits fro dumb flamers to flame anyway cause they have no life...:

Hisoka tugged more insistently at the blankets. Tsuzuki, while Hisoka was up rocking the baby asleep had fallen asleep, Hisoka didn't really care, let him sleep, as long as he got to go to sleep now. The only thing difficult about this, was that Tsuzuki had stolen all the blankets and wrapped himself up like an oversized Christmas present in Hisoka's side of the blankets! "Baka... move.. come on...MOVE!" Hisoka lifted his pillow from the top of the bed and whapped Tsuzuki quite harshly a couple of times waiting for the man to startle awake and vainly struggle to protect himself from the borage of pillow falling at him. It was then that Hisoka took the opportunity grab a handful of blanket and yank it away from his lover and partner. He collapsed onto the bed instantly upon receiving the blankets. He was so completely and utterly exhausted. It was only the first day of being home with the baby and already he found himself regretting. He pulled the pillow from bashing in Tsuzuki's face up on top of his own head, burring himself in the blankets.

Tsuzuki on the other hand was very much awake at the moment. He'd not really meant to fall asleep before Hisoka came to bed. He just thought he'd come to bed and wait fro him, then his eyes began to drift closed. Before he knew it he was off in dreamland without knowing and unable to wake himself up. He had to admit though that he wished Hisoka hadn't woken him up in such a violent manner, but he was glad all the same to have been woken up. Hisoka had his back to him, just the right opportunity. He scooted right up behind His little blonde mommy. He wrapped his arms around him pulling the boy in against him tightly, kissing and blowing hot breath against the boys neck. While his own hips brushed back and forth against the boys rear ever so gently themselves he found his own hand wandering down from Hisoka's chest where he'd been teasing the boy through hi long night shirt down his remarkably thinning tummy, he'd lost a lot just by giving birth it seemed like, his tummy was already visibly smaller, flatter, to play across his hipbone, teasingly lifting his overly large shirt up. It's been so long, and though Tsuzuki was very understanding in the fact of pregnancy and all, not making any moves since then, had been torture to him. Even at Hisoka's last month where he was at his largest, he was still just so cute, when he ate, when he slept. Tsuzuki wanted this so bad.

Hisoka tried pulling away and yet he also pushed back when Tsuzuki's hips pushed forward to rub against his backside. A part of him, way deep down inside wanted this so bad, his body craved it and his heart was aching for Tsuzuki's intimate touch. His body gave no hesitation in reacting to Tsuzuki's touch, his feather light caresses. But he was so tired. He didn't know if he should push him away and roll over to go to sleep, or roll over into Tsuzuki's arms and kiss back. Already he was feeling the moan growing in his throat as he opened his neck more for Tsuzuki to nibble and suck. The moan broke free from his lips as the chocolate haired man lifted himself from the bed only a bi and flipped the boy onto his back hands landing bent at the elbow and level with his eyes. There was barely any noticeable pause at all before his lips where at the boys neck again, his hands working their way across his body. His body arched into Tsuzuki's and his hands went to grip the boys bare back. He never wore a shirt to bed, sometimes only a nice pair of PJ bottoms. His hands fought to stick to the mans sweaty back when a flare of pain struck form his tailbone working in both directions simultaneously towards both his toes and straight up along his spine, sending out sparks to all his limbs as it traveled along his central nervous system up to his brain. A loud ringing struck in his head as images of red shot through his mind. Two figures bathed in red light and red petals, lay in a sea of blood, one bond and struggling. "No...!" was all he managed to gasp out as his body trembled and arched against Tsuzuki.

Tsuzuki kept his hold on Hisoka, an arm wrapped about his mid-section as he arched up. He held the boy tighter, taking his trembling and small gasp as only a sign of enjoyment, a cry from excitement. He continued pressing his kisses to the boys neck, kissing up to his ear, suckling the shell of cartilage before blowing hot air on him as he whisper it the boys ear. "I love you, Hisoka. I'll always love you."

"Always mine. My poppet. My doll, forever. Always." Was all that reached the boys ears as the image of the two figures bathed in blood, thick and dark enough to be black flashed more and more violently in his mind and his body trembled. Hisoka opened his mouth, ready to let loose a scream, silent or other, but then, just then, Keitaro let out a long crying wail from his basinet at the foot of their bed, screaming his little lungs out as he rocked the cradle with the strength of his kicks and punches at the air and at the blanket over him. It was at the same moment, the pain, the images, everything, disappeared from Hisoka's body as if it'd never been there from the start.

Tsuzuki was quick to loose the mood, his large purple eyes growing innocent as ever as he moved back on his calves and turned back to see the source of the cries. "Keitaro's up.." ?He said as he moved from off Hisoka's legs and crawled to the end of the bed. "I think he's hungry... I don't feel anything so I don't think he needs a diaper change. or maybe he was just hot under that blanket..." Tsuzuki continued on about what he thought could be wrong with the baby labeling everything from hunger to gas and on.

This left Hisoka with his much needed minute alone. His heart had been beating fast, and this gave him the time he needed to calm it. He lifted himself against the headboard, pulling the sleeve of his nightshirt up from where it had fallen, or was pulled down to reveal his neck and shoulder to be lavished in kisses and small, half hearted love bites that might have grown larger if given the opportunity. He didn't know what had come over him, but at the moment he didn't want to be touched. But he did want to hold his son. He was thinking about kicking Tsuzuki out of the bed to give Keitaro Tsuzuki's spot and make the man sleep out on the couch for his stunts.

"I think I'll just go get the little guy a bottle." Tsuzuki said, lifting himself from the bed making the weight shift which helped to gather Hisoka's attention. "That should calm him down."

"No!" Hisoka called as he all but leap from the bed, desperate to beat Tsuzuki to the fridge to get Keitaro a bottle. "I'll take care of him."

"But Hisoka.. You've been up all night already with him. Get some sleep I can take care of him."

"No. I want to." Hisoka leaned over the basinet lifting his crying son up who quieted a bit in his parents arms. He wrapped the baby's blanket around him securely and held him to his chest. "It's okay, really. Go to bed, I want to take care of Keitaro."

Tsuzuki seemed very reluctant but eventually decided to heed Hisoka's advice and headed to bed. The mood was gone and he doubted Hisoka was in one either after taking care of the baby all night. He was suddenly tired, like the only thing keeping him up was his attempts on Hisoka and the thought that he had to take care of his beautiful little newborn son. He was quick to sleep.

Hisoka carried the baby to the kitchen, never once letting the baby down. Hisoka thought it kind of funny that the baby would wake at just that moment. It was like the baby was trying to distract Tsuzuki from him and listening to Hisoka's inner most thoughts. It was just as he was about to cross the thresh hold into the kitchen that he felt it, the same blinding white pain creeping from the base of his spine through his entire body, dancing from nerve to nerve with heedless attention to the pain it caused it's owner. His skin burned with the curse and his body lost control of itself as his knees buckled under him. He held Keitaro closer to him still. His body hunched in pain but protected by his body was the baby, wrapped defensively in his parents arms, muffling his crying even further than the mere distance between them and his father..

"What's.. wrong with me!"

DUN, DUN, DUN! lol. yup. I have a major migraine that hasn't gone away for 2 days now, so don't mind any spelling/grammar errors or the shortness of it. Thank you. Hope you like the funny/yaoi-ness/ angst-ness of 1542 words. R & R please. and if you leave it signed, I'd be glad to check out any stories you may have yourself, I love being able to find new author/ stories I like, like that. That's how I mainly find anime too... so yup, go review. :Arnold (terminator) voice..: GO NOW! DO IT! lol...