A/N: Time for a lemon. ;)
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"You would literally be watching someone else raise your child."
I frowned deeply. This was why I hadn't wanted to see the ultrasound. I didn't want to raise a baby, but now I loved her more than anything else and had no choice. And to top it all off, she was going to be an exorcist someday. I'd only known about her for six hours and my daughter was already breaking my heart. Today just keeps getting better.
Kanda had kept a cool head, and that was helpful. However, his temper was a time bomb. He was probably just waiting until we were alone to voice his disappointment in me. A thought that was confirmed when he disappeared the second Komui said we were free to go.
A hand on my shoulder stopped me when I tried to follow. "Allen, are you ... ok?"
"What are you talking about, Komui?"
I didn't have to turn around to know that his expression was full of worry. "Um... Kanda isn't mean to you, is he?"
"I don't understand." Kanda was mean to me all the time, and I was mean right back. Everyone knew that. Why was Komui suddenly worried about it?
"Does he hit you or cause you physical harm when you're together?"
I turned around so that he could see the look of disbelief on my face. "Komui! Kanda gets violent with me every single day! You already know this! What's really going on?"
He sighed and placed his hands back on my shoulders. "Yes, I know that you two hate each other in public. But I'm talking about when you're alone. Does he treat you like that in the bedroom?"
"Oh." I blinked a few times as I figured out that Komui was worried that Kanda was somehow taking advantage of me. "No, he doesn't. The sex can get a little rough, but we get along pretty well when it's just the two of us."
Komui's frown got even deeper. I was spun to the left so that I was facing the mirror on the wall. "You don't have to lie to me, Allen. I can help you if he's mistreating you."
My eyes went wide when I saw my reflection. My right cheek was bright purple, and the bruise was unmistakably in the shape of a hand. I could see now why Komui thought Kanda was abusing me. I ran my fingertips along the edge of the bruise. "I don't understand. He didn't hit me that hard."
"So Kanda did do it."
I walked closer to the mirror so that I could get a better look at the bruise. "Yeah, but it's not what you're thinking. I was being overly emotional-"
"Mood swings?"
I blinked as I recalled that sudden and unexpected anger. "Ah. So that's what that was... Anyway, he slapped me in order to snap me out of it. But it wasn't hard enough to hurt. It didn't even sting. It certainly shouldn't have bruised."
I turned back to Komui. "Why did it bruise?"
It was obvious from the expression on Komui's face that he didn't believe me, but he at least put a little thought into his answer. "It's hard to say. Because you're pregnant, it could be any number of things. But you are underweight. It's possible that you have a nutrient deficiency that's making you bruise more easily."
Of course it came back to food. "Or?"
"Or you're lying, and your baby's father is intentionally causing you harm to assert his dominance over you."
Komui's readiness to believe that Kanda was hurting me on purpose made me sad. "First of all, if I was going to lie about it, I wouldn't have admitted that Kanda hit me. Second, Kanda doesn't need violence to dominate me. He doesn't need to dominate me at all. That's not the dynamic of our relationship."
"If you don't mind my asking, what is the dynamic of your relationship?"
I did mind. A lot. But we'd just spent the last couple hours discussing every private part of my body, in detail. I had no embarrassment left. "We make each other feel better."
Komui clearly didn't like my answer. "So he uses you for sex."
My fingers returned to the bruise on my cheek. "That's what I thought was happening, and I was fine with it. But he got really mad when I said that to his face earlier today. Apparently he does have feelings for me."
"What about you?"
The question made me look up at Komui. "Huh?"
He laughed briefly. "Do you have feelings for him?"
I frowned. "What does any of this have to do with-?"
"You're pregnant with Kanda's baby, Allen. I'd be asking these same questions of anyone in your position."
"Oh... ... I- I don't know." I didn't want to lie, but I wasn't ready to say it out loud. I hadn't even said it to him yet.
If Komui knew I was lying, he didn't let on. He gave me an ice pack for the bruise on my cheek and sent me away.
To my surprise, Kanda was waiting for me outside of the infirmary wing. He didn't say a word, not even to acknowledge the oversized ice pack I was pressing to my cheek. But that was Kanda. It would have been weirder if he had expressed concern.
He followed me to the cafeteria, which was fortunately empty of our friends; I didn't want to have to explain the bruise on my cheek, or have another argument over how much I was eating.
Lavi entered the room as we were putting our dishes away. He looked like he was going to ignore me, but then a worried look crossed his face and he started to come closer. I turned to hide the bruise on my cheek, and as such, I didn't see the expression on Kanda's face before he suddenly grabbed me and started dragging me off.
I fought and struggled, but he didn't let go. It wasn't until we reached the hallway to his room that I realized what he was after. But why was he being so rough about it? Why didn't he just say that he wanted sex?
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The door to Kanda's room slammed behind the two young men. Allen was finally released when the other turned to lock the door. He tried desperately to figure out what the samurai was thinking, but knew from experience that it was really no use trying.
When Kanda turned back to face Allen, who was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, he spoke only two words. "Moyashi. Strip."
His tone brooked no argument. Allen swiftly did as he was ordered. The last time Kanda got like this, the sex had been rough and the bruises had lasted for weeks. And with how easily he was bruising right now, Allen really didn't want a repeat of that. He was more than willing to participate in whatever sexual activity Kanda was planning though. In his mind, this was going to be their last hoorah; after the sex tonight, he'd be alone. Broken-hearted and pregnant.
The sweater hit the ground first. It was immediately followed by boots, socks, and pants, leaving the white haired mother-to-be in just his undershirt and ill-fitting boxers. Kanda's scowl deepened and he growled. "Completely."
The tone made Allen frown, but he complied. His boxers were tugged off his hips and they fell to his ankles. After a brief moment of hesitation, the undershirt joined the rest of the clothing on the floor, leaving Allen completely exposed.
Kanda just stared at him. In Allen's self-conscious, hormonal state, it looked like his lover was debating whether or not he still wanted to proceed after seeing his thicker body. He was painfully aware of his wider hips and fuller ass, not to mention his bloated belly and the lumps on his chest that were on their way to being full-fledged female breasts. It wasn't possible that Kanda still found him attractive. He figured he'd be kicked out before he'd be able to put his clothes back on.
He had no way of knowing that Kanda was actually incredibly turned on. In fact, Kanda was so aroused that it had taken almost all of his willpower just to wait until they were alone for this. He'd been sporting an erection ever since the ultrasound. He wanted Allen even more now that he knew the boy was pregnant.
The changes to his lover's body that had worried him the night before were now beautiful. The hips that were widening to allow the boy to give birth naturally, the developing breasts that would soon be producing milk for their child, the belly where the baby itself was growing; it all made Kanda even more attracted to Allen. The small part of his brain that wasn't clouded with lust was kicking the rest of him for having a pregnancy fetish.
Someday the white haired exorcist would learn to take full advantage of how horny his pregnant body made the samurai. But that night all Allen felt was fear. Fear that his unpredictable lover would hurt their unborn child.
After what felt like forever, Kanda finally spoke. "On your knees."
The order came out as a deep growl, and Allen could no longer tell if he was obeying because he wanted the sex or if he was simply too scared to disobey. He eased himself as quickly and as gently as he could to his knees.
In the time it took to close the gap between them, Kanda had stripped down to his boxers. Allen was thoroughly surprised to find himself eye level with his lover's throbbing erection; this was so far from what he was expecting to happen that he was unable to express his usual reluctance for the upcoming task.
Because he now knew what Kanda wanted him to do without having to be told. He grabbed the waistband of the samurai's boxers and slid it with a teasing slowness towards the ground. Kanda's restrained moans made Allen smirk internally. Then the boxers were forgotten as his lover's engorged cock was freed.
His face inches from the sensitive organ, Allen paused to admire his lover's size. Each breath he took was intentional, the exhales timed perfectly for teasing the samurai. Allen waited until he felt Kanda wind his fingers into his hair, the signal to continue, but what he had really been waiting for was for his own erection to start.
He leaned closer and ran his tongue along the entire length of his lover's shaft before taking just the tip in his mouth. He licked and sucked, focusing solely on the one section until Kanda was no longer restraining his moans.
Once he was satisfied with the noise level, Allen slowly began taking more of the length into his mouth. He skillfully swirled his tongue around the flesh, occasionally scraping his teeth against it. Each inch he took between his lips made Kanda's moans louder. The grip on his white hair tightened when Allen released the samurai's cock only to take it in again.
This was repeated over and over again until Allen's lips made contact with Kanda's balls; the younger's lack of a gag reflex allowing him to take the entirety of his lover's length into his mouth without choking. Allen's right hand, which had previously been gripping Kanda's hip to help him keep his balance, now slid to the samurai's groin where he began stroking and teasing the man's balls.
His left moved to his own erection, where he began pumping his length in time with his oral ministrations. He could feel Kanda's release coming and wanted to come at the same time. Not for any romantic reasons, but simply because swallowing his lover's load was more pleasant when he was distracted by an orgasm. He didn't succeed that night, but Kanda's length was far enough down his throat that he could swallow the fluid without having to taste too much of it.
Kanda felt better once he'd released. But he began growing hard once again as he gazed down at his pregnant Moyashi. The naked boy was scowling at nothing in particular, while wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His other was still on his half-hard dick; he hadn't even gotten himself decently erect. Kanda knew full well that Allen didn't care for oral sex, not even when being on the receiving end of it, and he especially didn't like swallowing. But because of the samurai's contrary nature, that just made him like making the brat do it even more.
Keeping his left hand tangled in Allen's white hair, Kanda moved his right down to the boy's chin. He tugged upwards, forcing Allen to stand. The Moyashi tried to protest the rough treatment, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Kanda was shoving his tongue inside.
As with all their kisses, Allen wasn't sure if Kanda was trying to bring him closer or devour him. But he didn't care; the feeling was wonderful either way. Kanda's lips were forceful, almost bruising, and Allen was barely given enough time to breathe between attacks. Their mouths battled wetly, each trying to taste everything the other had to offer.
Kanda's hands traveled from Allen's head down his back, finally settling on his hips. His fingers dug firmly into the flesh, pulling his Moyashi's body closer to his own. The boy's pregnant belly wedged between them, and the friction of it moving with his heaving breaths heated them up even more.
The kissing ended rather abruptly when the backs of Allen's knees hit the edge of the bed, causing him to lose his balance and topple backwards onto the mattress. In his current breathless state, he was winded by the hard landing. Kanda took advantage of the moment to peel away from the Moyashi. He moved over to the dresser and sought out the bottle of oil he kept there. Most of the time he couldn't be bothered with it, but the last thing he wanted to do in that moment was physically hurt the mother-to-be or their child with sex.
Allen was puzzled by the appearance of the bottle. Kanda only used the oil if he was asked to; he had never fetched it of his own accord before. But his confusion was immediately pushed aside.
As soon as Allen had fixed his position on the bed, Kanda was climbing on top of him. They kissed briefly and then Kanda moved on to Allen's collarbone. He nipped and sucked at the spot until it changed colors and the Moyashi was moaning.
Satisfied with the mark, Kanda moved further down Allen's chest. The Moyashi's nipples had become incredibly sensitive lately, and messing with them was the quickest way to make him scream. He claimed that it hurt, but he never asked Kanda to stop; and the samurai knew that that meant that Allen's masochistic side liked it. Kanda sucked on one nub while he pinched and pulled the other, eliciting delicious moans from the boy beneath him.
Allen ran his fingers through Kanda's navy hair and began massaging his lover's scalp, all while being careful to leave the hair tie in place. When they first got together, he had loved to pull it out and play with the silky strands, but they'd soon figured out that the sex was actually better when the long hair stayed tied up and out of the way. So as much as he wanted to touch every inch of Kanda's beautiful hair, he restrained himself.
Kanda was also restraining himself. He wanted to caress his Moyashi's pregnant belly, lick every inch of that firm creamy mound, but he knew Allen wasn't ready for that yet. If he tried, the boy would flip out and storm off, and Kanda wasn't about to let that happen two nights in a row. He settled for lowering his body so that he was pressed against the bump without putting his weight on it.
As soon as their bodies were touching, Allen began thrusting his hips against Kanda's, increasing the friction and the heat between them. They continued like that until Allen's moans changed to indicate that he was close. Kanda released his hold on the boy, flipping him over in the process.
While Allen pushed himself onto his knees and elbows, Kanda picked up the bottle of oil. He swiftly uncorked it and poured the contents onto his hand. Then he set the bottle aside and spread the liquid over his fingers. When he turned back to Allen, the younger was waiting for him with his plump ass in the air. It didn't take much work at all for Kanda to stretch the younger's waiting hole. In fact, Allen's body had grown so accustomed to having Kanda's dick inside it over the past few years that the samurai could take him without preparing him first. But he wasn't going to do that tonight. With Allen being pregnant, Kanda was going to do what he could to make sure his Moyashi didn't get hurt. And so he put in the extra effort to make sure the teen was properly stretched and lubricated.
Allen was not particularly thrilled with Kanda's efforts. He appreciated it, he didn't want to be sore in the morning, but his patience was wearing thin. "Hurry up, Yuu."
Kanda's response to Allen's forced whisper was to brush his fingers against a very specific spot inside the younger. Allen cried out as pleasure washed over him. When he returned to his senses just seconds later, Kanda's fingers were gone. But before he could comment on the loss, the samurai was pushing his length into the waiting hole.
It only took a few thrusts for both young men to reach their limits; Kanda was so aroused by the pregnant Moyashi that his stamina couldn't keep up. But he managed to hit the boy's prostate before it was all over. Allen's knees gave out as he released, and he collapsed onto the mattress, taking Kanda with him as the samurai had also gone limp.
Kanda recovered first, quickly pulling himself off the pregnant boy and rolling him over, so that they weren't putting too much weight on the baby. He settled on his back beside the younger, working to regain control of his breathing. "Feel better, Moyashi?"
When he got no response, Kanda propped himself up on his elbow so that he could see Allen's face. The Moyashi was sound asleep. Kanda laughed briefly. Then he collected the blankets and pulled Allen close.