Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ This I Promise You ❯ A Possibility ( Chapter 21 )

This I Promise You

Prequel to: Because of You

Written by: Chocho

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation

Story summary: Everybody assured him Rinjin Yasashii was just another obsessed fan with a crush and that there was nothing to worry about. Little did they know how wrong they all were.

Chapter summary: After the hell he has been through these last five months, he was glad to finally be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Having Eiri's baby? Yes, dreams were made of that stuff.

Warnings: M-preg, explicit sex, language

Key: Blah blah blah: flashback/dream

Blah: stressed words

*: change in POV or time

 

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Chapter 21: A Possibility

 

(Three months later)

 

Silently, he crept up the carpeted steps, a thin, long white box tucked neatly under his left arm. At the top of the staircase, he quietly walked to the master bedroom. Shifting the box to his right arm, he noiselessly opened the door and stepped into the twilight strewn room, closing the door behind him. He tiptoed across the room, knowing his way even in the dark, to the large bed. Setting the box against the nightstand, he sat on the edge of the bed next to the curled up lump under the blankets.

 

The man started chuckling when he pulled down the sheets to reveal a head of short dark purple hair sticking on end as if the boy-like man had stuck a finger in a light socket.

 

“Shu. Shuichi.” He placed a chaste kiss on the singer's bare shoulder. “Shu-han wake up.”

 

The singer groaned and flipped onto his back. With a yawn, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched. Violet eyes fluttered open with a sigh, trying to focus on the man smiling down at him.

 

Shuichi smiled sleepily. “Hmm. `Morning, Eiri. What time is it?”

 

“After ten.”

 

“Hmm.” Shuichi yawned again.

 

Eiri studied his husband's drawn face. “Tired?”

 

“Hm, yeah.” Pushing himself up, Shuichi leaned against the headboard and yawned yet again, wiping the sleep from his eyes. When he opened them, he found himself staring at a long, white shinny box with a red ribbon wrapped around it and a matching bow. He blinked in surprise. “What's this?”

 

“A present, Moron.”

 

Shuichi took the box with a smile, his eyes sparkling, not quite chasing away the shadows of weariness. “For me?”

 

Eiri rolled his eyes. “No, it's for my other husband. Idiot, of course it's for you.”

 

“Really?” Shuichi squealed. “What is it?” he asked enthusiastically.

 

“Open it and find out,” he chuckled.

 

Grinning like madman, Shuichi ripped off the bow and slid the ribbon off. Both ended up in a pile at his feet. Shuichi ripped the flimsy top nearly in two in his quest to open his present. He could not understand why the lid would not come off. Eiri sighed in disbelief and snatched the box from him, prying off the tape like his husband was eight instead of twenty-eight. Feeling foolish and blushing brightly, Shuichi took back the box and lifted the lid. His humiliation was soon a thing of the past as he searched among the bazillion pieces of pink tissue paper and discovered a strange metal object at the bottom. Confused, Shuichi lifted it out and set the box aside. He gasped when he realized what it was.

 

“Eiri,” he breathed in awe.

 

It was a cane, but not a plain generic grey one he was using. He got a very strong feeling of déjà vu, knowing he had seen this same came somewhere before. The cane was pink lacquered with a round silver metallic bulb on top etched with a variety of shapes and images. The bottom of the came had a similar silver cone that had been deprived of its sharp tip in exchange for a black rubber pad.

 

“Oh, Eiri. It's beautiful!” Shuichi leaned over and kissed his husband. “I love it.”

 

Distantly they heard the apartment echo with the sudden ringing of the phone in the kitchen right below them. Moments later, the extension in their room shrilled to life. “Good,” Eiri said over his shoulder as he walked around the bed to the phone. “If you love it so much, why don't you use it to go hop in the shower. We have a lunch date with your parents remember?”

 

“Really? Was that today?”

 

“Yes it is.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Eiri rolled his eyes as he picked up the phone. “Yes, now go take a shower.” He held up the phone to his ear and said casually, “Hello?” He rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “If you call and ask me that one more time, I swear you'll never get it Mizuki.”

 

Shuichi threw aside the covers and dragged himself out of bed as Eiri discussed why his latest manuscript was late. He had no idea why Mizuki-san even bothered anymore. She should know by now that Eiri rarely, if ever, turned in anything on time and that bothering him everyday about it would only succeed in making that much more late.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, Eiri frowned after his husband as he hauled himself out of the room and to the bathroom. Shuichi looked like the walking dead. What was wrong with him? There was no reason for him to be so exhausted.

 

After he assured his editor she would have his next “masterpiece” in hand by this time tomorrow, Eiri followed the sounds of the shower. Without making a sound, the writer stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Stripping, he silently stepped behind his husband.

 

Shuichi was standing under the spray, his hands on the wall, his head bowed and his eyes closed. The singer did not make any indication he heard Eiri. When he felt large hands creep around his waist, the singer's eyes snapped open. He jumped, startled, yelping. He heard Eiri's deep chuckling as kisses were planted on his shoulder.

 

“Dammit, Eiri,” he snapped. He breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing heart. “You scared the shit…Ah!” He gasped sharply, cutting himself off, then groaned deeply as a large hand grabbed the base of him, squeezing. A shudder raced through him. Shuichi tipped his head back and arched into the tantalizing touch. “Mmm,” he moaned. “Ahh! Ohhh, Eiri!”

 

Eiri nibbled at Shuichi's neck, one hand creeping up his husband's chest to play with the singer's nipples. Shuichi wrapped one hand around his husband's neck while the other cupped the hand that was stroking his stiff cock. He dropped his head down, groans and gasps emanating from his open mouth. With a final cry, Shuichi's head snapped back and he let it go.

 

Panting, Shuichi sagged in his husband's arms, his legs feeling rubbery. He licked his lips and languished in the afterglow, closing his unfocused eyes.

 

“Here,” Eiri told him, leaning him up against the wall. “Stay here a second.”

 

Eiri grabbed the body soap from the corner shelving unit and squeezed some into his hand then replaced the bottle. He slicked the soap onto his rigid member, sudsying his cock with makeshift lube. Grabbing his baka's hips, he pulled the singer towards him and placed his cock at his entrance. Shuichi gasped. Eiri slid inside easily, making his husband moan at the sensation. Once Eiri was sheathed completely inside, he exhaled the breath he had been holding and just enjoyed the feeling of having his husband surround him.

 

“You're lucky you feel so damn good,” Shuichi said in a voice that did not sound like his own.

 

“Oh?” Eiri asked calmly as he slid agonizingly slow out of his husband.

 

Shuichi huffed, his hands clawing at the slick walls. “Yeah,” he breathed. “That way…I can ignore how gross it feels…when you use soap.”

 

Eiri chuckled. “I could stop,” he teased, doing just that.

 

“Don't you dare,” Shuichi growled.

 

“Then tell me how you want it,” the writer whispered huskily in Shuichi's ear.

 

Shuichi shivered. “Hard,” he whispered. “Fast. Fuck me into the wall.”

 

“Your wish is my command.”

 

The bathroom was filled with the harsh thwap's of flesh on flesh as Eiri slammed into Shuichi with everything he had, ripping a scream from the singer. He tore out and thrust back in, repeatedly. Eiri grunted, his balls whacking against his husbands buttocks. His fingers dug into narrow hips, leaving imprints.

 

Shuichi felt the pressure building as the large intruder rammed inside of him from between his legs with such force he was sure something was going to tear before either one of them climaxed, but he did not care. He loved the feeling of his husband.

 

Suddenly the pressure became too much and he exploded. He cried out loudly, spasming against the tiled wall. His seed coated the wall for a second time. Eiri echoed him, thrusting his hips into Shuichi's butt one last time and releasing his seed where it belonged.

 

Panting, Eiri pulled out and spun an equally winded Shuichi around. Picking him up, he captured his lips, walking them into the wall. Shuichi wrapped his legs around his husband's waist and their tongues wrestled. Eiri squeezed Shuichi's buttocks, massaging them as he tried to swallow the singer. Groaning, Shuichi tore his mouth away and ground his fastly recovering erection into the writers, crying out as a jolt of pleasure rippled through him. Eiri held Shuichi tightly against him, panting, resting his forehead against Shuichi's shoulder.

 

“Eiri,” Shuichi breathed. Before Eiri could answer, they heard the distant trill of the phone. Groaning, Shuichi dropped his legs, losing steam.

 

Cursing, Eiri set Shuichi down. Grabbing his towel from the niche, he wrapped it around his torso and still muttering oaths under his breath, stormed out of the bathroom.

 

Shuichi scratched his head, cursing lightly under his breath, but admired the view of his husband's backside nonetheless.

 

Suddenly, his laughter choked to a halt. His eyes wide, he flung a hand over his mouth and stumbled out of the tub. Scampering to the toilet, he flung open the lid and collapsed to his knees just in time.

 

Eiri heard the sound of wrenching all the way down the hall. “I have to go, Mother,” he said to Shuichi's mother. “It sounds like Shuichi's sick.” He flung the phone away from his ear and flinched as a cry screamed from the earpiece. “I'm sure he's fine. It's probably just something he ate. I think there's a bug going around,” he tried to calm the suddenly hysterical woman down. “…Yes, I'll make sure he gets plenty of rest…Yes, Mother…I'll see how he's feeling and call you back about lunch…Alright…Goodbye.” Sighing in relief, Eiri replaced the receiver and thanked god that she was just an in-law. If Mrs. Shindou had been his mother, he would have killed himself years ago.

 

He strode into the bathroom and saw his husband collapsed over the toilet.

 

“Again?”

 

Shuichi groaned.

 

Eiri took that as a yes. Flushing the toilet, he grabbed the damp rag from the side of the sink and gave it to the pale man. While Shuichi wiped himself off, Eiri shut off the shower. Silence erupted around them. He took the rag and tossed it into the laundry basket, then grabbed Shuichi's towel. Helping him to his feet, he wrapped the singer in the oversized beach towel. “Brush your teeth,” he ordered. “I'm going to call the doctor.”

 

Knowing it was pointless to argue, Shuichi only nodded.

 

In their bedroom, Eiri placed a call to Shuichi's doctor, Dr. Ohtani. The man answered immediately. When Eiri told him what was going on, the doctor said nothing.

 

“And you said this has been going on for a while now?” the man asked.

 

“Yes, more or less.”

 

“Hm.” He was silent for so long that Eiri was not sure if the man was still there. Then he said, “I'm going to refer you to a Dr. Amano.”

 

Eiri wrote the name down on the pad that was always kept next to the phone. “Dr. Amano?”

 

“Yes, Dr. Amano Sanae. She's an OB here at the hospital. I'll give her a call and see if she can squeeze Shindou-san in. She's a very busy woman and very hard to get in to see, but I trust her implacably. I'll call you right back.”

 

Trusting Dr. Ohtani knew what he was doing; Eiri thanked the man and hung up just as Shuichi limped slowly into the bedroom. He watched as the singer, his new cane in hand, trudged over to the bed and collapsed into it. He set the cane against the night stand and lay down, flinging the covers over his head. Eiri sighed. Pushing away from the dresser, Eiri walked across the room and lay next to his husband, spooning him from behind. “How're you feeling, Shu-chan?”

 

Shuichi grunted from under the blankets.

 

“Dr. Ohtani wants you to go see some OB.”

 

“A what?” came the muffled question under the layers of blankets.

 

“An OB. Obstetrician.”

 

Purple eyes poked out of the blankets and stared at him blankly. “Nani?”

 

Eiri rolled his eyes. “Obstetricians deal with all that childbir…th….” His eyes widened in understanding. He shot a stunned gaze at his equally shocked husband. The stunned silence was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. The men exchanged a look. Eiri got up to answer the phone. “Hello.”

 

“Uesugi-san? I called Dr. Amano and she's able to see Shindou-san. She can squeeze you in at one, actually.”

 

“Today?” Eiri glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was just about eleven now. They would not have enough time to go to the café and have lunch with Shuichi's parents and then get to the hospital in time for the appointment.

 

“Is that a problem?”

 

“No, no. It's fine.”

 

“Good. I told her about Shindou's…condition,” he said for lack of a better term, “and trust her implacably so don't worry. I'll fax over Shindou-san's file now.”

 

“Thank you, Doctor.”

 

“No problem. Have a nice day.”

 

Eiri hung up the phone, sighing. He then called Shuichi's parents and apologized to them for they would not be able to have lunch with them that day but rescheduled for this same time next week. By the time he was able to pry himself away from the phone, he found his husband laying as naked a jaybird on top of the bed, rubbing his belly. There was a soft, gentle smile on his face.

 

Smirking, Eiri crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Shuichi turned and smiled at his through tear blurred vision when he felt the mattress dip. Eiri reached out and linked his hands with the singer's over his slightly larger belly.

 

“If this Dr. Amano Dr. Ohtani's sending me too is a…a…”

 

“Obste…Baby doctor,” Eiri decided, rubbing his hand gently over Shuichi's stomach, a soft, dreamy expression on his face.

 

“Yeah.” Shuichi nodded. “If she's a baby doctor, then does that mean that I'm…?” He stared up at his husband with large pleading eyes.

 

Eiri shrugged, tearing his eyes away from Shuichi's. He wanted it to be true more than anything, but he did not want to get his hopes up. “It's possible,” he admitted. “Why else would he suggest you go see one?”

 

Shuichi turned back and stared at his belly, smiling. “Hm. True.” He giggled, his smile growing. “A baby.”

 

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Eiri flushed the toilet and after washing his hands, walked back to the bedroom. He gave a start, blinking, as he was watched Shuichi sigh in frustration and flop back onto the bed, bouncing lightly.

 

“What's your problem now?”

 

Tears filled the singer's violet eyes. Shuichi covered his face with his hands and started crying. “They won't fit,” he cried between snuffles.

 

Eiri sighed and walked over to the closet. They went through this almost every single day. For the past four weeks, Shuichi has not been able to fit into any of his pants other than the ones with the elastic waist. Frankly, Eiri did not care. It was about time Shuichi got some meat on those bones. He had always looked like an anorexic. Now that his husband was filling out, he looked even sexier and Eiri wanted him more now than he ever had in the ten years they have known each other, but Shuichi got upset when he was reminded that none of his pants fit. To him, he was getting fat and he hated it. Fat? Please! So he weighed one-hundred and five pounds instead of eighty. Big deal, but now that Dr. Ohtani wanted them to see an OB, was it possible…

 

Eiri did not bother finishing that thought. He did not want to get his hopes up.

 

Rooting among the various leather, vinyl and lace outfits- he used the term loosely- he found a pair of black stretch pants. They were supposed to be woman's, but Shuichi liked them.

 

“Here. Put these on until we can go shopping.” He tossed his husband the pants, which ended up landing on his head.

 

Shuichi pulled the pants off his head and sat up with a pout. “But I don't want to wear these! I want-“

 

“I don't give a rat's ass what you want,” Eiri snapped. “Put the fucking pants on or we're going to be late for your doctor's appointment!” When Shuichi continued to sulk, Eiri growled and rounded the bed where he ripped off the jeans that were now a size too small. Shuichi yelped through his hiccup sobs. Eiri ignored him and took the black pants from his husband's stunned hands. He slid Shuichi's feet into the pant legs. “Pull them up,” he ordered, “and put your shirt on.” As Shuichi went to obey him, Eiri grabbed the comb off the dresser and stood behind his husband, combing his short cropped dark purple hair.

 

Shuichi's hair was angled; long in front and short in back. The long tresses that framed his face and his bangs had been dyed a dark purple while the rest had been left black. Eiri had to admit, the cut was a bit odd. It was going to take a little getting used to.

 

“Ya know, Shu-chan,” he told the man in a calm, comforting tone, “the fact that you can't fit into your pants may be a good thing.”

 

Sniffling, Shuichi finished buttoning the white silk button down shirt. “How?”

 

“Well, I did some research while you were sleeping and you're showing all the symptoms of a pregnancy.”

 

Shuichi's face brightened considerably. So, he was pregnant! He squealed in delight, his hands flying to his stomach.

 

“When I dug a little more, I found out that in certain pregnancy cases, six weeks after conception you usually aren't able to fit in your pants anymore.” He looked pointedly into those violet eyes staring at him incredibly. “Four weeks ago, you found out that your pants were getting harder to put on, right?”

 

Shuichi's mouth gaped open and closed, making him look like a fish. He did not know what to say. Was it possible that he could be pregnant again? That would be a dream come true. After he miscarried their first child, he struggled with the idea of trying again but when he saw Hiro's little boy, he knew. He wanted a family. He wanted what he lost. Shuichi blinked. “Wait. A `certain pregnancy'? What does that mean?”

 

“Twins.”

 

“T-twins?” That was too much for the singer. His eyes rolled up and everything went black.

 

Eiri gasped in surprise and rushed forward and caught his husband before he hit the floor. He blinked at the man. Wasn't his job to faint at times like these? He sighed, shaking his head.

 

*

 

Four hours later, Shuichi and Eiri were sitting in the back of Shuichi's jeep heading home from the doctors. Marcus was sitting in the front seat besides the driver while Blade had been given the night shift. Both Eiri and Shuichi felt it was a little excessive to have both bodyguards on at the same time.

 

“How long will it take to get the results back you think?” Shuichi yawned.

 

Eiri shrugged. “A few days.”

 

Shuichi nodded. He really did not need to know the official results. Just the mere possibility that what was wrong with him was not the flu, but in fact, a baby was all he needed. The severe morning sickness, increased fatigue, the weight gain…It all made sense now that he thought about it.

 

With a smile on his face, he rested against Eiri.

 

Using the Shindou-Uesugi keycard, the driver pulled the jeep into the underground parking garage and parked in front of the elevators. Marcus jumped out and held the door open for Shuichi and Eiri, keeping his keen eyes open. As the three of them trooped into the elevator, Marcus taking up his usual spot just inside the door, their driver vanished.

 

“Do you really think I could be pregnant, Eiri?”

 

“It's possible.”

 

Shuichi tightened his hold on his husbands arm. “I hope I am. I would love to have a baby with you.”

 

Eiri smirked. So would he. “We'll just have to wait and see.” He held Shuichi's hand that held onto his arm. “If it turns out you're not than we'll just have to keep trying, huh?”

 

A huge smile flashed across Shuichi's face. “Promise?”

 

“Promise.”

 

After the hell he has been through these last five months, he was glad to finally be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Having Eiri's baby? Yes, dreams were made of that stuff.

 

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