"Rock Prince"
Title: “Rock Prince”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Eritate Kengo/Kurenai Wataru
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, male pregnancy, yada, yada…
Spoilers: Kiva 48; Kurenai Masao is a character in this
Notes: Alternate universe “Origins of Masao” story; takes elements of my Kivacest AU “What To Expect When You’re Expecting”.
Summary: Kengo has his rock dreams back. Wataru has his lover back… and now they’re having a rock prince.
“Wataru!” Eritate Kengo called as he closed the door of the Kurenai home behind him. “I’m home!” He almost threw his guitar on the floor of the house, but rested it down gently, knowing how Wataru liked things neat. “Where are you?”
No answer. Not even the sound of Kivat or Tatsulot or the sound of Wataru moving around. The house was quiet.
Kengo paused and then, he heard a soft sound, like a sigh, faintly coming from the bedroom. Kengo took off his shoes and shook out his hair. He’d gone back to the way he had been, even going into therapy to fix his arm. He was thrilled with his progress and he wanted to share it with Wataru… and their soon to be born rock prince.
“Wataru?” Kengo crept downstairs to where Wataru’s bedroom was and he let out an appreciative noise when he saw his lover, Kurenai Wataru, asleep on the bed, Kivat and Tatsulot asleep in their little roosts. Wataru’s hand had drifted over the large bulge in his stomach…. their unborn “Rock Prince”, as Kengo tended to call him.
Wataru shifted a bit, hand unconsciously rubbing the bugle a bit and Kengo smiled warmly. He’d been very surprised to learn that somehow, Wataru had ended up pregnant (learning later that male Fangire, which Wataru technically was, could get pregnant) and so, Kengo had moved in, they added some more to the Kurenai home and were happily expecting their son.
It had been Kengo’s idea to name him “Masao”, saying that a Rock-Classical princes should have a “shakin’” name. Wataru had laughed and agreed and they’d settled into a comfortable life together.
As Kengo padded closer to the bed, intent on nuzzling Wataru awake, only for Wataru to stir, eyes slowly opening and a smile crossing his face. “Kengo…” he half moaned, trying to sit up and having to balance himself a bit. Their son had grown quickly and Wataru looked quite late term. “How was therapy?”
“Listen.” Kengo plugged in his amp and guitar and he began to play, sounding even better than he had before. “She says that she’s impressed by all the work I put in. I told her I would play again, no matter what. I want to play for our Rock Prince when he’s born.”
The smile on Wataru’s gentle face warmed Kengo’s heart as he listened, rubbing his stomach a little, feeing their son move and shift within him. Suddenly, there was a kick and Wataru gasped. “Oh, he’s kicking!”
“Let me feel.” Kengo put his callused hand over the bulge in Wataru’s big stomach and smiled widely as their son kicked. “He knows we’re here…”
Wataru placed his hand over Kengo’s and the two shared a smile as they felt the baby kick.
“Wow!” Kengo couldn’t help it. “Masao’s shakin’! Really shakin’!”
Wataru had to chuckle at Kengo’s enthusiasm. “Wait until he’s born…”
“Oh, I know parenting will be tough, but already I feel rewarded. Already, I know our rockin’ son will love us. And we can teach him music. I can... I can hardly wait.”
Neither could Wataru. Masao would grow up in a house that blended rock with classical. The perfect mix.
“A rock/classical son.” Wataru murmured. “The perfect blend.”
“Just like us.” Kengo kissed Wataru’s soft lips and Wataru just seemed to sigh warmly. “Like us.” Kengo remarked before kissing Wataru’s forehead. “You rest now.”
“You sound like Kivat.” Wataru murmured. “I should get up.” He tried, but his body wouldn’t move the way he wanted it to, and he just sat down on the bed, clutching his growing stomach. “Okay, maybe more rest. I have been really tired…”
“No need to apologize to me, Wataru!” Kengo kissed Wataru’s lips and then kissed his stomach, smiling as the kiss was greeted with a kick. “I love you too, Masao.”
“I love you, too, Kengo.” Wataru whispered softly as he lay back down, his hand reaching out to stroke Kengo’s hair. It was back to the length it had been when they’d met, a blonde streak or two in it… and Wataru’s long violinist fingers ran through it as Wataru drifted away.
Kengo smiled and sat there a while, musing on what a perfect family they’d become. A rock king, a classical king… and their little rock prince.
To Kengo, life was shakin’. And he hoped it would always stay that way.
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Pairing: Eritate Kengo/Kurenai Wataru
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, male pregnancy, yada, yada…
Spoilers: Kiva 48; Kurenai Masao is a character in this
Notes: Alternate universe “Origins of Masao” story; takes elements of my Kivacest AU “What To Expect When You’re Expecting”.
Summary: Kengo has his rock dreams back. Wataru has his lover back… and now they’re having a rock prince.
“Wataru!” Eritate Kengo called as he closed the door of the Kurenai home behind him. “I’m home!” He almost threw his guitar on the floor of the house, but rested it down gently, knowing how Wataru liked things neat. “Where are you?”
No answer. Not even the sound of Kivat or Tatsulot or the sound of Wataru moving around. The house was quiet.
Kengo paused and then, he heard a soft sound, like a sigh, faintly coming from the bedroom. Kengo took off his shoes and shook out his hair. He’d gone back to the way he had been, even going into therapy to fix his arm. He was thrilled with his progress and he wanted to share it with Wataru… and their soon to be born rock prince.
“Wataru?” Kengo crept downstairs to where Wataru’s bedroom was and he let out an appreciative noise when he saw his lover, Kurenai Wataru, asleep on the bed, Kivat and Tatsulot asleep in their little roosts. Wataru’s hand had drifted over the large bulge in his stomach…. their unborn “Rock Prince”, as Kengo tended to call him.
Wataru shifted a bit, hand unconsciously rubbing the bugle a bit and Kengo smiled warmly. He’d been very surprised to learn that somehow, Wataru had ended up pregnant (learning later that male Fangire, which Wataru technically was, could get pregnant) and so, Kengo had moved in, they added some more to the Kurenai home and were happily expecting their son.
It had been Kengo’s idea to name him “Masao”, saying that a Rock-Classical princes should have a “shakin’” name. Wataru had laughed and agreed and they’d settled into a comfortable life together.
As Kengo padded closer to the bed, intent on nuzzling Wataru awake, only for Wataru to stir, eyes slowly opening and a smile crossing his face. “Kengo…” he half moaned, trying to sit up and having to balance himself a bit. Their son had grown quickly and Wataru looked quite late term. “How was therapy?”
“Listen.” Kengo plugged in his amp and guitar and he began to play, sounding even better than he had before. “She says that she’s impressed by all the work I put in. I told her I would play again, no matter what. I want to play for our Rock Prince when he’s born.”
The smile on Wataru’s gentle face warmed Kengo’s heart as he listened, rubbing his stomach a little, feeing their son move and shift within him. Suddenly, there was a kick and Wataru gasped. “Oh, he’s kicking!”
“Let me feel.” Kengo put his callused hand over the bulge in Wataru’s big stomach and smiled widely as their son kicked. “He knows we’re here…”
Wataru placed his hand over Kengo’s and the two shared a smile as they felt the baby kick.
“Wow!” Kengo couldn’t help it. “Masao’s shakin’! Really shakin’!”
Wataru had to chuckle at Kengo’s enthusiasm. “Wait until he’s born…”
“Oh, I know parenting will be tough, but already I feel rewarded. Already, I know our rockin’ son will love us. And we can teach him music. I can... I can hardly wait.”
Neither could Wataru. Masao would grow up in a house that blended rock with classical. The perfect mix.
“A rock/classical son.” Wataru murmured. “The perfect blend.”
“Just like us.” Kengo kissed Wataru’s soft lips and Wataru just seemed to sigh warmly. “Like us.” Kengo remarked before kissing Wataru’s forehead. “You rest now.”
“You sound like Kivat.” Wataru murmured. “I should get up.” He tried, but his body wouldn’t move the way he wanted it to, and he just sat down on the bed, clutching his growing stomach. “Okay, maybe more rest. I have been really tired…”
“No need to apologize to me, Wataru!” Kengo kissed Wataru’s lips and then kissed his stomach, smiling as the kiss was greeted with a kick. “I love you too, Masao.”
“I love you, too, Kengo.” Wataru whispered softly as he lay back down, his hand reaching out to stroke Kengo’s hair. It was back to the length it had been when they’d met, a blonde streak or two in it… and Wataru’s long violinist fingers ran through it as Wataru drifted away.
Kengo smiled and sat there a while, musing on what a perfect family they’d become. A rock king, a classical king… and their little rock prince.
To Kengo, life was shakin’. And he hoped it would always stay that way.