[Yami no Matsuei] "Brooding Angel" (PG-13)
Author's Note: Written for < lj user="10_kink_bingo">'s "mpreg". Tsuzuki/Muraki. Very Alternate universe (and the one mpreg-nated is grumbling in headspace at me).
The bed could get a bit crowded, considering they both had tall frames, but cramming in the two of them, plus the pillows his partner insisted on piling under and around himself, to say nothing of his gravid belly, it definitely got crowded at times.
Still, he enjoyed nothing more than waking up in the soft half-light of a winters morning, just to gaze on his partner lying nestled on his pillows, his mocking face relaxed and tranquil, his slim frame softer usual, his generally trim torso dominated by the bump under the covers at his waist. Times like this, he could think fondly by himself of the child -- their child, if it was his seed that had planted in his partner -- as an angel waiting to be born, rather than the scion of a demon and an energy feeder.
He sat up carefully, then propped himself on one elbow, as he leaned over his partner, smoothing his sleep tousled silvery hair, cupping his chin gently, then laying his hand on the other's belly. The unborn child within stirred and Tsuzuki wondered if he felt a hand or a foot or an elbow nudging up under his hand, rippling the child bearer's pale skin in soft waves.
At this point, Muraki drew in a breath, then lifted his head slightly as he opened his good eye. "You're rather obsessed with touching me, aren't you?" he noted, nestling down under the covers, not yet ready to move. "Much as I'm not especially enjoying my confinement -- to give it a very fitting old-fashioned term -- I might consider doing this again, if it means that you keep fondling me like this."
"I was saying good morning to our unborn child," Tsuzuki replied.
"Mm, but that's one half of my genetics that make up that child," Muraki noted, folding his arms behind his head.
"True, but the other half is mine." Tsuzuki replied.
"As far as you know," Muraki said, covering Tsuzuki's hand with his own hand. The shinigami made no effort to push his hand aside, but a look of concern and worry crossed his face. "I put in for an amniocentesis, and it matched your DNA."
"Oh..." Tsuzuki said, letting out the sigh of relief he did not realize he had been holding. "Wow. That's a weight off my mind. I just... I didn't know I had it in me. I thought... because of what I am, I wouldn't be able to father a child."
"We were intimate, the night of the Obon festival, and since that is one of the times of the year when the mortal realm and the spirit realm draw close to one another, that may have had something to do with it," Muraki noted.
"Yeah, I remember that: it was the first time you let me ...be on top of you," Tsuzuki replied, recalling that night.
"It seemed fitting: it was a time for the living to leave offerings for the souls of the departed. Thus, what could be a more fitting offering to you than to offer myself?" Muraki said, turning his hand over to clasp Tsuzuki's hand.
For once, Tsuzuki did not try to pull his hand free. "You said something to me that night, something to that effect. I thought you were drunk or trying to pull one on me, but ...the look in your eye never looked so sincere."
Muraki glanced down at himself. "I might have thought twice, if I realized that part of my nature involved being both sexes at the same time and that the part which had been dormant was coming out of its slumbers," he said. "But... I am not much of a believer in fate, but I do believe that the universe nudged us together that night, otherwise this child might not have been conceived," he added, his good eye gone thoughtful and distant.
"Well, you hoped for someone to carry on your bloodline and your family name, and I've always wanted to be a dad," Tsuzuki noted. "Guess we both got our wish."
Muraki smirked, his good eye growing heavy-lidded with sleepiness. "It would seem those wishes are coming true. But to come back to more practical things, I think I need another hour or two of sleep, before I even think about trying to get up."
Tsuzuki released the hand of his keeper turned lover and squeezed his shoulder. "You do that, I'll see about breakfast when you're up, see if the cook has anything ready."
"Mmm, I think I could manage some fruit and steamed rice, once I feel more alert," Muraki said, pulling the covers back over his shoulder and settling back on his pillows.
Tsuzuki tucked the covers around Muraki and settled down himself. "Guess I can spare a few minutes to keep you warm," he said.
"Minutes duly appreciated," Muraki murmured sleepily.
The bed could get a bit crowded, considering they both had tall frames, but cramming in the two of them, plus the pillows his partner insisted on piling under and around himself, to say nothing of his gravid belly, it definitely got crowded at times.
Still, he enjoyed nothing more than waking up in the soft half-light of a winters morning, just to gaze on his partner lying nestled on his pillows, his mocking face relaxed and tranquil, his slim frame softer usual, his generally trim torso dominated by the bump under the covers at his waist. Times like this, he could think fondly by himself of the child -- their child, if it was his seed that had planted in his partner -- as an angel waiting to be born, rather than the scion of a demon and an energy feeder.
He sat up carefully, then propped himself on one elbow, as he leaned over his partner, smoothing his sleep tousled silvery hair, cupping his chin gently, then laying his hand on the other's belly. The unborn child within stirred and Tsuzuki wondered if he felt a hand or a foot or an elbow nudging up under his hand, rippling the child bearer's pale skin in soft waves.
At this point, Muraki drew in a breath, then lifted his head slightly as he opened his good eye. "You're rather obsessed with touching me, aren't you?" he noted, nestling down under the covers, not yet ready to move. "Much as I'm not especially enjoying my confinement -- to give it a very fitting old-fashioned term -- I might consider doing this again, if it means that you keep fondling me like this."
"I was saying good morning to our unborn child," Tsuzuki replied.
"Mm, but that's one half of my genetics that make up that child," Muraki noted, folding his arms behind his head.
"True, but the other half is mine." Tsuzuki replied.
"As far as you know," Muraki said, covering Tsuzuki's hand with his own hand. The shinigami made no effort to push his hand aside, but a look of concern and worry crossed his face. "I put in for an amniocentesis, and it matched your DNA."
"Oh..." Tsuzuki said, letting out the sigh of relief he did not realize he had been holding. "Wow. That's a weight off my mind. I just... I didn't know I had it in me. I thought... because of what I am, I wouldn't be able to father a child."
"We were intimate, the night of the Obon festival, and since that is one of the times of the year when the mortal realm and the spirit realm draw close to one another, that may have had something to do with it," Muraki noted.
"Yeah, I remember that: it was the first time you let me ...be on top of you," Tsuzuki replied, recalling that night.
"It seemed fitting: it was a time for the living to leave offerings for the souls of the departed. Thus, what could be a more fitting offering to you than to offer myself?" Muraki said, turning his hand over to clasp Tsuzuki's hand.
For once, Tsuzuki did not try to pull his hand free. "You said something to me that night, something to that effect. I thought you were drunk or trying to pull one on me, but ...the look in your eye never looked so sincere."
Muraki glanced down at himself. "I might have thought twice, if I realized that part of my nature involved being both sexes at the same time and that the part which had been dormant was coming out of its slumbers," he said. "But... I am not much of a believer in fate, but I do believe that the universe nudged us together that night, otherwise this child might not have been conceived," he added, his good eye gone thoughtful and distant.
"Well, you hoped for someone to carry on your bloodline and your family name, and I've always wanted to be a dad," Tsuzuki noted. "Guess we both got our wish."
Muraki smirked, his good eye growing heavy-lidded with sleepiness. "It would seem those wishes are coming true. But to come back to more practical things, I think I need another hour or two of sleep, before I even think about trying to get up."
Tsuzuki released the hand of his keeper turned lover and squeezed his shoulder. "You do that, I'll see about breakfast when you're up, see if the cook has anything ready."
"Mmm, I think I could manage some fruit and steamed rice, once I feel more alert," Muraki said, pulling the covers back over his shoulder and settling back on his pillows.
Tsuzuki tucked the covers around Muraki and settled down himself. "Guess I can spare a few minutes to keep you warm," he said.
"Minutes duly appreciated," Muraki murmured sleepily.