I am so sorry it's taken this long to update! There was...a bit of an unexpected delay. Thank you to all the reviewers!

Pairing: Akihiko/Misaki, slight mentions of Nowaki/Hiroki

Warnings: Yaoi, Mpreg

Disclaimer: I do not own Junjou Romantica.

Misaki gave a small start when the door clicked open, and immediately began disentangling himself from Akihiko's embrace. For once, the older man stepped back immediately, without attempting any form of harassment. He smirked a little at the look on Misaki's face. His lover appeared simultaneously surprised, grateful, and just a little disappointed. His smirk widened. He could rectify that when they got home.

Misaki frowned, apparently not trusting the wicked set to his mouth. Emerald irises immediately slid over to the door, and Akihiko's gaze followed his.

Th doctor was still halfway out the door, his back turned to them, speaking quietly to the nurse who'd taken Misaki's temperature. His height was the first thing Akihiko noticed. Now, Akihiko was not a short man, but this giant towered over him with inches to spare. He'd only ever seen one other person that tall, and that had been Hiroki's lover, the one who seemed to have a very definite dislike of him. Akihiko frowned. It was a good thing there were so many hospitals in Tokyo; they had almost no chance of running into Hiroki's giant here. That would be unbearably-

Kusama Nowaki turned around with a smile.

-awkward.

Misaki blinked at the sudden tension that filled the small room. He didn't know what, exactly, was going on, but it seemed like Usagi-san and the doctor were engaged in some kind of fierce mental battle. Whatever it was, it involved a lot of teeth-grinding and fist-clenching. One of those fists was still resting on Misaki's shoulder, and the young man leaned forward in an attempt to escape the tightening grip. "Um..." he began tentatively, "Usagi-san?"

The sound of Misaki's voice seemed to snap the doctor out of...whatever had been happening. He suddenly found himself pinned by a set of soft blue eyes. He could practically feel them taking in his too-pale face and slumped shoulders. In an instant, a professional smile formed on the doctor's face. "Hello, Takahashi-san," he greeted, extending his hand for Misaki to shake. Usagi-san tensed up to a ridiculous degree, and Misaki rolled his eyes. He shook the man's hand, chalking his earlier weirdness up to his usual possessive jealousy. "My name is Dr. Kusama," he continued, shooting Usagi-san a look that was borderline hostile. "What seems to be your problem today?"

The younger man released the doctor's hand and opened his mouth, only to be cut off before he could speak. "He's been puking," Usagi-san burst in, "for weeks, he said."

Dr. Kusama's brow furrowed lightly. "Is that true, Takahashi-san?"

Misaki heaved a sigh. "It isn't as bad as he makes it sound," he defended, jerking his thumb at his lover. "I'm just a little tired and stressed. I'm not actually ill."

Usagi-san narrowed his eyes; Misaki could feel the glare beginning to burn a hole in the side of his head. Kusama-san seemed to share his lover's opinion. "Takahashi-san, this could be very serious," he scolded. "You should have gone to a doctor much earlier."

Misaki's cheeks began to burn. Kusama-san made him lay down so he could press on his belly, asking if anything felt tender. There was a slight pain, Misaki was surprised to note. He'd never noticed it until someone began poking at it. He allowed his lymph nodes to be felt, and gave the doctor a basic rundown of how he felt from day to day, as well as what his vomit usually looked like. And all the while, Usagi-san hovered by his side. It seemed like the older man became more and more anxious the longer the exam went on.

Finally, Kusama-san backed up a bit and began frowning at him. "I'm actually not sure what's going on," he admitted. "Your symptoms are all over the board; if it's alright with you, I'd like to take a blood sample to test. Any serious illnesses should show up as abnormalities on the tests, and that would help us narrow down what's wrong."

"What should we do in the meantime?" Usagi-san murmured. In the last few minutes, he'd begun rubbing Misaki's back almost obsessively. It was probably supposed to be comforting, but his anxiety was making him rub too hard. Misaki reached back with a wince and forced that hand to hold his. As he moved their joined hands down to his side, Usagi-san gave his a tight squeeze.

"I'm going to suggest plenty of rest and fluids," Kusama-san told him kindly. Watching Usagi-san's concern seemed to have improved his initial impression of the man. "I'd like you to avoid stress for a few days." He gave Misaki a stern look. "That means stay home, no household chores. I'll get the nurse for your blood sample." He smiled at them as he left.

Usagi-san heaved a shaky sigh and pressed his lips to the top of his lover's head. Misaki knew he was repeating the words "serious illnesses" in his head. He squeezed Usagi-san's hand harder. He was, too.

Whew, it's finally done. I know I'm going slowly, but I want to keep the overall tone of the story similar. Review?