Summary: Yagami feels something inside of him. An amalgamation fic inspired by "The Unwritten Rule" by Amarissia and "Shinigami Facts of Life" by sashocirrione.

Warnings: Ryuk/Yagami Light; non-con pregnancy; surprise pregnancy; manipulation; extreme sensory overload; mpreg; shinigami cannibalism; eggs; child death; mind break.

Author's Disclaimer: This has been sitting on my phone for a while and I have yet to add anything new to it. If there is any interest, I will write more.

Chapter 1: The First

Yagami wasn't feeling well. He woke up with a heaviness he wasn't accustomed to and he rolled out of bed to stumble towards the bathroom. In his morning haze, he wondered if he'd eaten something bad, but that was unlikely. In the three years they'd currently been together, Misa had taken her job as 'wife of the Kira's very seriously. She'd even gone so far as to scold him when he said he wasn't hungry and he had given in just so she'd shut up. It had only happened once more before he decided to allow her control in the domestics of their day to day. She was a shit researcher and wasn't particularly committed to the reality of making the world a better place, merrily content to stand by his side as long as he kept her. Maybe it was stress? He instantly waved the notion away. Gods didn't get stressed.

He'd just closed the bathroom door behind him when his stomach flipped so violently, his knees collapsed under him. The only reason he didn't hit the floor was the helpful sink he'd managed to grab onto in the middle of his decent. He gasped as a cold sweat broke out across his brow and he dropped to his knees when they shook too much to stand.

His first thought was that someone had written his name into a death note, but that was absurd. Misa was the only other current holder and she wouldn't dare. He grunted when his stomach spasmed again and he let go of the sink to wrap his arms around himself. He grit his teeth as another spasm happened lower and he felt the blood drain from his face when he realised what must be happening. Another cramp lower down and he crawled across the bathroom, determined to reach the bowel of the loo before he humiliated himself. It was right there, he could feel it. This was not going to happen! He pushed himself up to his feet and yanked down his boxers, only to freeze as a soft blue glow instantly illuminated the floor beneath him, casting shadows around his legs and onto the tiles. The hell?

"Ryuk." He grit out quietly, so as not to wake Misa "Get in here now."

It didn't take long for the death god to phase through the door, leaving it closed behind him as he always did "What's the matter?" The long limbed shinigami asked in that curiously indifferent tone of his.

"Why am I glowing, Ryuk?" Yagami asked between clenched teeth before his insides lurched again and he fell forward, catching himself on the seat "What the fuck is going on?" He felt like he was going to throw up.

"Oh?" He heard from behind him "Was it today? I'd quite forgotten."

"Forgotten what, Ryuk!" Yagami hissed and pain ebbed in his lower back.

"You are giving birth, Yagami Light." The death god said as calmly as though he were taking about the gods damned weather "To a shinigami."

"The fuck I am." The human growled and clenched his insides tightly, only to hit the floor again as a moan he couldn't stop escaped him. There was definitely something inside him. He could feel it properly now, but it didn't feel like a baby, that much he was certain of. And besides, his belly was still as flat as it had always been. No, what was inside him felt oddly cool and warm at the same time and it was hard, spherical, smooth like glass and his denial of its exit from his body had just pressed the damn thing against something inside him that had made his waning morning wood perk right back up "Ex... plain." He panted harshly, anger mixing with humiliation to make his eyes misty.

Ryuk shifted behind him and the human jumped when a clawed hand closed over his shoulder to pull him up right, while another slipped over one of his thighs to spread his legs "The fuck do you think you're doing?" He yelped when the cramping inside him forced the sensation lower, rolling against that spot again and he dug his nails into the shinigami's wrist as he bit his lip hard enough to bleed - so he wouldn't make another disgraceful sound.

"It must come out." Ryuk said simply, voice close and yet so far away. With the sparks of pleasure-pain wrecking Yagami as the object inside him moved lower still, stretching his insides to the point of uncomfortable "When it is out, I will explain."

"You will explain no... the fuck, Ryuk!" He shouted when the hand on his thigh slipped down between his legs, shifted his balls up, and fingers pressed down on either side of his hole. He grabbed at the shinigami's wrist hard, and snapped his knees closed around their arms... but it was no use. Ryuk was an iron frame, poking and prodding and Yagami didn't realise he's been so hard until the reaction caused his rock hard dick to become trapped between Ryuk's forearm and his stomach. He instantly rut against the pressure, knees drifting open again and the sensation moving lower until he could feel the thin skin distending between it and the shinigami's stroking fingers.

"I could take it out if you're struggling." Ryuk offered and the idea made Yagami shiver for some inexplicable reason.

The image of those clawed fingers slipping inside him; to widen him up and drag this thing out of him; should not have made his hips rock. He growled as he shoved the distasteful images and feelings away "Don't you fucking dare." He grit out and pushed.

His ass burned as it stretched wide around the object but it felt so good. One wouldn't do it and the human alternated between pushing and rocking against the shinigami's rough wrist. He couldn't form the thoughts to be properly embarrassed, but it got to the thickest part and his body cramped. A half whimper, half curse fell from his lips when he felt it shifting back up inside him and he shook his head in desperate disbelief and frustration until a lazy voice spoke in his ear.

"No, it needs to come out." And two claws slipped past the edge of his rim to slide in around it. It was terrifying but it had stopped the thing's backwards accent. Yagami almost sobbed in relief but the sound caught in his chest when Ryuk started forcibly dragging it back out. Yagami suppressed the urge to thrash, claws should never be there and yet... there they were, stretching him even further when the flared part reached its peek again until it slipped.

Cradled in Ryuk's claws as he pulled it out, Yagami slapped a hand over his mouth as relief washed over him, so strong that, when his eyes managed to flutter open once more, tell-tale drops of white speckled the ground and the wall in front of him. A pleasure on a deeper level than he'd ever felt before had made him completely miss the fact that he had...

He wretched himself away from the shinigami and bit back the urge to whimper at how open, empty and hot he was down there "It's out." He attempted a growl but it came out far more breathy and shaky than it had any right to and his knees were still weak "Explain." He ventured a hiss, and that was more what he was going for, as he pulled his boxers back up, only to grimace at the feeling of them rubbing against places that were more sensitive than they had ever been before or any right to be.

Ryuk sat crouched on his haunches, cradling a small, blue glowing orb. It hadn't felt that small. The shinigami looked at it and his expression was barely but noticeably different to its usual unchanging one "Three years ago, at this exact time, you killed your first human with the death note." Ryuk hummed, gently taking the ball between his claws and holding it up for Yagami to see "For every death you have written in it, at the time they died, you will birth a new egg." He grinned. It was the first time he'd seen this particular human devoid of all colour and unable to come up with a response.

The shinigami nodded "You will be the mother of a new generation of shinigami." He hummed calmly, "Come look at your spawn, Light Yagami."

As if pulled by a string, Yagami inched closer, still not quite believing what he was being told. It was rediculous. He was a man. There was absolutely no way. Ryuk was just making fun of him and it was the most stupid prank he'd ever...

His thoughts fell silent in his head as his eyes adjusted to the glow and there, inside the orb, no bigger than his curled up little finger, was a wriggly little mass of bone and half formed feathers with maroon eyes. It shifted to look at him and he back away quickly, only to gasp and bite his tongue when the small of his back connected with the edge of the sink and every nerve ending in his body screamed in oversensitivity. It felt like he'd been stripped raw. He didn't like it and Ryuk had said there'd be more?

"You do not want it?" The shinigami cocked his head, in curiosity or judgement it was impossible to tell, but Yagami shook his head violently, no longer trusting his voice "Probably for the best." Ryuk nodded slowly, bringing the tiny thing up to his face and it shifted to look at him instead. Yagami swore he vaguely felt a fear that was not his own "I did not intend to let you keep it." The shinigami popped the egg into his mouth and sharp fangs snapped out the little life before it was even a full five minutes alive.

Yagami hit the floor, grasping his chest as tears manifested from nowhere and poured down his cheeks. His heart felt broken. A hand on his shoulder and a gentle, crooning purr made him realise he'd been flat out sobbing and he covered his mouth with his hand to keep down the hacking cries leaving him.

"You should become desensitized to their death about the fiftieth one." Ryuk purred, tugging Yagami towards him and the human all but fell into the shinigami's lap and arms, burying his face in the thick, leather-ish material that made up his outer garb, shaking and unable to stop crying, he allowed himself to hide there while Ryuk pet his hair and mumbled at him "Our children will not die in vain. I think you might like their purpose once you've gathered yourself. Each one I consume will make me stronger. The king of the shinigami has been annoying recently; I think I'd like to kill him. You can be the god of this world and I will make mine less boring."

End

Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed, darling.

Until the next bout of inspiration
Anne Hunter