"Dynamis?" Rago called knocking on the bathroom door. "Are you OK in there?"
"Does it sound like I'm OK in he-!" The sound of vomiting echoed off the walls as the poor preggy lost all that he had eaten for breakfast that morning.
It was 9:00AM and for some strange reason Dynamis was having extreme morning sickness. All of his insides shook as the greyette once again wiped his mouth with a blue wash cloth and flushed the toilet, his head resting in his arms.
"This isn't fair," Dynamis groaned in pain as he placed a hand on his stomach. "It's a beautiful day outside and yet I'm stuck in here!" Suddenly another wave of nausea washed over him and he let it out, groaning he flushed it. He wasn't even puking up food anymore, it was just his stomach acid. Pushing his long, grey bangs behind his ear blue eyes flickered down to his growing belly.
"Hey you," Dynamis said in a demanding tone, pointing at it. "Stop doing somersaults in there. You're causing problems for your mommy." Thankfully the message got though and the barfing stopped. Sighing in relief the pregnant male stood and went over to the sink to fix himself up.
After about ten minutes of brushing, washing and straightening he exited the restroom to find Rago laying on the bed, eyes closed. Frowning Dynamis crawled up onto their bed and pushed on Rago's shoulder.
"Rago," He said shaking the twenty five year old harder. "Get up. We're not staying in the shrine all day, we're going outside."
"But love," The black son whined rolling over on his side, facing away from his lover. "I'm exhausted."
"You're exhausted!?" The younger raged, his eyes narrowed. "You think you're exhausted! When I've been doing most of the work! I'm the one who has to carry our baby! I'm the one who has to go through all this pain while you relax easy!" That caught Rago's attention, he sat up and faced Dynamis.
"Now wait a god damned minute!" He snarled back. "Who ever said that I was taking it easy!? That's bullshit! I can't even rest because I'm watching your ass twenty four seven!"
"Then what were you doing a few seconds ago!?"
"Waiting for you dammit!"
"Sure, because that's exactly what it looked like!" Anger boiled over in the blackette.
"Well at least my parents wanted me!" Blue eyes went wide at the statement and all that extra energy deflated like a balloon, his bangs now covered his face.
"F-Fine," He said shakily, his voice dead and hollow. "Y-You win. I'm... I'm going outside..." Exiting the room the greyette walked down the hall and disappeared in to the dark, not thinking about anything else Rago laid back down and resumed his nap.
Dynamis sat down in the tall grass of the shrine's backyard, his knees pulled to his chest. Ocean stared out at the mountain range that stood behind his home. Today really was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the mist had cleared and the temperature was warm. But, even with this beauty, Dynamis couldn't enjoy it. He was too tired to.
Everything in the preggy's body wanted to shut down and sleep.
Every part of him ached.
Everything pounded in pain.
He was too exhausted to care.
Physical, mental and emotional... He didn't give a shit.
Pools of tears sat in his tear ducks as he remembered the fight he had just gotten into. It was bad enough for what Rago had said but what really killed him was the fact that the black son never came after him and apologized like normal.
Falling back he laid down on the grassy ground and curled up on his side, his eyes fluttering shut.
Hours went by and before anyone knew it the sun was starting to set, but no one was going to see it because of the thick, dark cumulonimbus clouds that layered the sky like thick ice. Rain poured from those said clouds like a huge, overturned bucket, the entire valley was soaked.
Letting out a groan red orbs of blood peeled themselves open and their owner sat up with a yawn, stretching he looked around. Suddenly the argument that they had earlier popped into his head and he growled.
'Like hell I'm relaxing!' He thought getting off the bed and walking down the hall. 'He doesn't understand what I go though, worrying about his ass all the time! Protecting him! Comforting him! Protecting him!' Going into the kitchen Rago glanced around. 'Where in the hell is he-!' Rushing over to the window the black son stared in horror at what he saw.
Out in the storm, laying on the ground was a now dark grey speck.
It was Dynamis!
Without any second thoughts the blackette ran to the nearest door and ventured outside, it was fucking freezing!
"Dynamis!" He called out as he got closer, fear taking hold as he got no response. "Dynamis!" Trudging though the mud and rain he finally made it to his lover and picked him up, snarling as he did so. Wind thrashed about and rain droplets pelted down like needles. Running back to the shrine Rago roughly opened the door before getting inside and slamming it shut, locking it behind him. Panting hard he slid down the wood, trying to calm himself before going to check the greyette.
Thankfully Dynamis was breathing but the rest of him, not so much.
He was soaked to the bone. His usual spiky hair was flattened down and darkened by the wetness, his robe clung to his skin outlining every little detail. Rago blushed slightly, was it bad he liked this?
Pushing that aside he lifted Dynamis up bridal style and proceeded to carry him to the bathroom to dry him off and rid him of these soaked cloths, holding his much needed apology for later.