fic; together part 1
OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I MADE AN MPREG FIC BREAK THE POST LIMIT. A;LSDKNGASD
Title: Together
Pairing: Ueda/Ryo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: …Ryo and Ueda have a baby.
Author’s Note: 11152 words, oh my dear god, why. D: For rolling_scone, who probably doesn’t even remember requesting this because it is a year old. >.> But uhm. I didn’t make it in time for your last birthday, but I did this year…off by a few days, BUT I AM CLOSE. HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY LELLA. I LOVE YOU MUCHLY AND DEARLY AND EXPONENTIALLY. I really hope you like this. ;__;
Also, half of this was written like a year ago and the rest was written in the past few months. Any oddities are a result of that and the fact that I didn’t bother to get this beta’d. >.>
Ryo’s had one too many drinks by now and the music blaring from the speakers sound ten times as loud as normal. There are too many people cramped into Jin’s small apartment, but Ryo can’t find anyone to complain to about it as it obviously didn’t bother anyone else, taking advantage of the close proximity to dance and grind against each other with more promiscuity than they may have otherwise. Ryo’s head is pounding and he really needs a smoke, starts to pat down his clothing to find the pack of cigarettes he’s sure he brought with him.
“Nishikido,” a sudden voice drawls next to him. “Stop touching yourself in public.”
Ryo stops and turns to find Ueda giving him an unimpressed look. “You know you liked it,” he taunts and Ueda scoffs. “You have a smoke?”
“I don’t smoke,” Ueda replies, scrunches his nose in disgust. “Ask Jin.”
“I don’t even want to know where Jin is right now.” Ryo gestures to the massive group of male and female bodies moving together.
“Good point.”
“What’re you doing here, anyway? This doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“I came with Koki, but I have no idea where he is now. And I’m still here because I haven’t felt like trying to make my way through that to leave.”
Ryo nods and straightens up on his feet. “Well, I really need a smoke, so I’m going to go buy some. Later.” He turns to force his way through the dry orgy when someone grabs his elbow and a voice whispers hot into his ear.
“Wait, take me with you. I need to get out of here.”
“Get out yourself,” Ryo snaps, thinking he must be really drunk if the way Ueda’s slim fingers around his elbow had his entire body tingling. But he shakes the thought off and shoves through the crowd, Ueda following close behind. They make it out without anyone noticing and head out the back entrance where the cold wind and bright street lights greet them.
“You can let go of my arm now,” Ryo says, staring down at Ueda’s fingers.
Ueda starts, pulling away and mumbling, “Sorry.”
Ryo just sighs. “See you, then.”
“I’m going that way too,” Ueda says, falling into step beside Ryo and Ryo can feel his arm brush against his.
“Great,” Ryo says dryly.
They head into a nearby convience store to get Ryo’s cigarettes, where the cashier tries not to gape at seeing the two of them togther, and Ryo wonders why Ueda’s following him instead of just going home. Why he’s glad Ueda’s still following him.
He really must be drunk.
Once back outside, Ryo says he’s heading back to Jin’s and thinks he must be imagining it when he sees diasappointment cross Ueda’s eyes.
Against better judgement, Ryo peers into his face and says, “You’re not sad, are you Ueda? I didn’t know you cared.”
“Fuck you,” Ueda snaps, eyes flashing danergously, but Ryo catches the quick glimmer of vulnerability underneath and suddenly thinks it’s a good idea to kiss him.
Everything after that is a haze of drunkenness and desperation and stumbling through Ryo’s apartment door with mouths moving together and hands sliding under shirts. Ryo’s not entirelly sure what’s happening. It’s Ueda of all people, but Ueda doesn’t seem bothered, and Ueda had the chance to back out. Instead Ueda’s pushing inside and Ueda’s pressing his nose against Ryo’s neck and it’s hot and good, unbelievably good, and Ryo’s the last person to stop something when it sets his skin on fire from every little touch.
*
Ryo wakes with an odd feeling in his stomach and completely alone. His head feels ten times heavier than it should, throbbing irritably, and everything seems too bright in his eyes. He glances around the room, flashes of the previous night’s events cross his mind. He wonders if he dreamt it all, but his clothes are where he tossed them last night and the table lamp is still knocked over from when Ueda had run into the dresser.
Ryo smirks at the memory and then quickly looks horrified. He doesn’t want to admit that it had been really fucking good because of all people he could have left the party with, it had to be Ueda. Stupid, pathetic, fairy-loving, Gackt-worshipping Ueda.
The world must hate him, he thinks as he gets ready to leave for work.
He must have some bad karma when the first person he sees at the jimusho is Ueda. Ueda stops and stares at him, looking torn between punching him in the face or deciding whether he wanted to push Ryo up against the closest wall and kiss him. Ryo ignores how he thinks option two sounds really appealing, and instead pulls Ueda into the closest bathroom, locking the door after him.
“What the fuck, Nishikido?” Ueda demands.
“Last night never happened, got it?” Ryo says immediately.
Ueda looks disappointed for a mere second before suddenly smirking, which was not at all Ryo’s expectant response. “Are you sure? You seemed to enjoy it enough, what with the way you kept begging for more and-” His words are cut off as Ryo shoves him hard into the door. Ueda glares at him.
“That is precisely why it didn’t happen. I have a fucking reputation.”
“Oh, please,” Ueda scoffs but when Ryo gives him a pleading look, sighs. “Okay, fine. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thank you,” Ryo says earnestly, sighing with relief.
Ueda says nothing, just pushes Ryo away and turns to leave. He pauses and throws over his shoulder, “Even if no one else knows, I will always remember how I made you scream.” He gives Ryo a giant smirk and then slams the bathroom door in his face.
Ryo wonders how much trouble he’d be in if he killed him.
*
It’s a few weeks later when it first happens. Ryo’s not sure what causes it, but he’s sick and gross and throwing up constantly. He calls in sick to work for two days; Koyama comes over with soup and medicine and Tegoshi tells him everything that he’s missed, gossip about other JE members that Ryo absently nods along to while Yamapi sleeps in the bed beside Ryo and Massu’s busying himself in the kitchen and Shige glares at the wall, wondering what the hell he was doing there.
“I don’t have a fever, Koyama, quit giving me fever medicine,” Ryo snaps, irritated.
Koyama flails and gives an apologetic look. “I’m sorry! But everything else I’ve given you won’t work!”
“I’ll be fine. Just. Let me sleep, okay?”
“But-” Koyama protests.
“But nothing. I’ll be-” Ryo pauses, sitting up straight, hand flying to his stomach as another wave of nausea rumbles inside him. He jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom in time, hears Koyama and Tegoshi both flailing worriedly.
Tegoshi gets Ryo a class of water while Koyama hands him a towel and they come back out of the bathroom, Ryo sitting back down carefully and sullenly. Yamapi, having woken from the commotion, curls up against Ryo and pokes him in the side, says, “Did you gain weight?”
“Huh?” Ryo says, peering down at his belly. “I couldn’t have. I’ve hardly kept anything in all week.”
“You feel a bit chubbier,” Yamapi says, continuing to poke him until Ryo rolls his eyes and smacks his hand away.
“But that doesn’t make sense,” Ryo snaps. “I can’t have gained more weight when all food looks disgusting to eat except cake, which also doesn’t make sense, because I don’t like sweets, and I don’t know know what’s going on and-” He cuts off suddenly when he feels stings behind his eyes and realizes he’s about to cry. Nishikido Ryo doesn’t cry, not over something as trivial as this.
“Uhm,” Shige finally speaks up, the first time since they’d arrived, shifting his gaze from the wall to fix them scrutiningly upon Ryo, who instantly glares at him. “I think I know what’s wrong with you. But.” He glances up and down Ryo’s body then looks away. “Never mind, it can’t be true.”
Four pairs of eyes stare at him and Ryo demands, “Shige, now’s not the time for you to be irritatingly realistic. What do you think is wrong with me?”
“Well,” Shige says, looking anywhere but Ryo. “I-I think you’re-”
“Fucking spit it out before I knock your head into the wall.”
“I think you’re pregnant!” Shige exclaims and the silence that follows is deafening.
Then three things happen at once. Koyama and Tegoshi shriek (in fear or happiness, it was hard to tell), Yamapi falls back asleep, and the apartment seems to rattle from Ryo’s shout.
“What? I’m a boy, I can’t fucking be pregnant. Are you insane?”
“Oh my god, Ryo-chan’s pregnant!” Koyama exclaims, flailing around the room.
“I want it to be a girl! It’d be so cute!” Tegoshi squeals.
“Oh my fucking god, Shige, how could you have even thought of such a stupid reason. I can’t fucking be pregnant! That’s impossible.”
Shige sighs and screams, “Shut up!”
Everyone stops and stares and Shige says, “Look, I know it sounds insane, Nishikido-kun, but you have the symptoms. Morning sickness, you’re gaining weight, you want to eat cake. These are normal parts to pregnancy.”
“But I’m male.”
“That’s why you should go to a doctor.”
“Oh, because, men go to get pregnancy check ups on a daily basis,” Ryo snaps. “No, people would admit me for even suggesting I was pregnant.”
“Fine,” Shige retorts, fed up. “You’ll see that I’m right soon enough. The sickness is just the first part. You’ll get crankier and your hormones will explode and you’ll be crying and in pain and your stomach will swell and then I will be in the corner laughing at you for once.” Shige grins. “I like this plan.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door, saying, “I’m going home.”
Ryo watches him leave with a glower, and Shige pauses at the door and says, “I forgot something.”
“What?” Ryo demands.
Shige smiles sweetly and says, “Congratulations, you’re a mother,” before dashing towards the front door, narrowly avoiding the shoe Ryo sends sailing after him.
Tegoshi plops down on the bed next to Ryo and stares at him with wide eyes. “Are you really pregnant, Ryo-tan?” he asks, sounding awed.
“Of course not,” Ryo replies, pats Tegoshi’s head. “I’m just sick. I’ll be fine in a few days.”
*
A few days turn into another week, and while the morning sickness subsides a bit, the other “symptoms” (that Ryo won’t admit to having because he’s not pregnant dammit), start to escalate.
He’s not seemingly gaining any more weight, so Ryo thinks that Shige must have been wrong about everything and that he’s just going through some weird hormonal malfunctions. That had to be the only reason why the littlest things make him tear up and why his refrigerator is full of pastries.
Ryo goes back to work a few days later, feeling much better than before and triumphantly grinning at Shige. “See? I’m not pregnant!”
Shige looks a little upset he was wrong and Koyama pouts. “Really? It would’ve been so amazing if you were, Ryo-chan!” he says. “I could’ve been an uncle.”
“You’re already an uncle,” Ryo points out with a roll of his eyes as he shoves Yamapi’s feet off the end of the couch and sits down. Yamapi peers his eyes open, glares at Ryo for disrupting his sleep and kicks his knee.
“I still think you should go to a doctor,” Shige says. “You’re crankier than normal and you bring ice cream to work.”
“What. Ice cream is good.”
“You also don’t normally like it.”
“People’s tastes change, Shige,” Ryo says. “I’m fine.”
“Fine,” Shige says. “Your call.”
Tegoshi then crawls onto Ryo’s lap and pokes his belly. “Are you sure, Ryo-chan? Shige’s more knowledgeable about these things, maybe you should go see a doctor.”
“Unless I wake up tomorrow with a huge stomach, I’m not going anywhere,” Ryo says adamantly and no one dares to argue.
*
He doesn’t wake up the next day with a huge belly. Nor the next, or the day after that. But a few weeks later Ryo does waked up with a rather round stomach and does what any intelligent person would do. Scream.
He doesn’t go to work and instead spends the day curled up in bed. When the door bell rings around seven, Ryo knows it’s the rest of NewS because Koyama always takes it upon himself to find out why someone didn’t come into work. Ryo doesn’t answer. They get in anyway and Ryo curses himself for giving Yamapi a spare key.
“Ryo-chan?” Yamapi says, diving onto the bed next to him and trying to pull Ryo out from beneath the blankets.
“Go away,” Ryo hisses.
“What happened?” Koyama frets.
“I said, go away.”
“Oh my god,” Shige exclaims and Ryo freezes.
“Shige, don’t even-”
“It happened, didn’t it? You really are pregnant!”
The room falls into silence and Ryo can feel five pairs of eyes on him.
“Is that it?” Shige prompts, but Ryo doesn’t reply. Shige glances at Tegoshi and Yamapi and they grin at each other, grab the ends of the blanket and pull it off quickly. The silence that follows lasts about three seconds before Shige starts laughing uncontrollably.
Ryo grabs a pillow and chucks it at his head. He misses, which only makes Shige laugh even harder.
“I told you so,” Shige practically singsongs, looking incredibly pleased that he’d been right all along.
“Shut the fuck up,” Ryo snaps.
“Is this real?” Yamapi says, stunned, rubs Ryo’s stomach.
“No, fucker, I just decided to expand my stomach,” Ryo shouts and Yamapi’s eyes widen.
“So. There’s really a baby in there?” he says, staring up at Ryo with an indescribable expression.
And the scowl immediately falls from Ryo’s face as if he’s only just realized the gravity of the situation himself. He looks down at his protruding stomach, places a hand carefully on it and visibly his attitude changes.
“Oh my god,” he breathes, glancing up around the others, all wide-eyed in disbelief (except for Shige who still looks smug) and opens his mouth to say something, anything, but can’t find the words.
“Ryo?” Yamapi says, worried.
“How did this happen?” he asks.
Shige coughs behind his hand. “Well.”
“Not that.” Ryo throws another pillow at his head.
“Wait,” Tegoshi speaks up, sitting down on the edge of the bed by Ryo’s knees. He stares at Ryo’s stomach for a moment before looking up into Ryo’s eyes. “Uhm. Ryo-tan, if you’re the one pregnant. Then. Uhm. Who’s the father?”
*
Jin bursts through the door of KAT-TUN’s dressing room and screams, “You guys aren’t going to believe this, but Ryo-chan is pregnant!”
The room is silent except for Ueda who chokes on his tea. “What,” he demands.
“You’re right, Akanishi,” Kame says instead. “We don’t believe you. Nishikido’s male, he can’t be pregnant.”
“But he is,” Jin insists, eyes wide and arms flailing. “I was just at his house with Pi and it’s true. He has a pregnant stomach.” He gestures with his hands to emphasize his point but the other five just stare at him.
“H-How did this happen?” Ueda asks carefully, hoping his interest doesn’t arouse suspicion.
“He says he doesn’t know. He just started getting really sick a couple of weeks ago. Oh, around that one night with the party at my place!”
Ueda blanches, eyes widening as things fall into place. Jin peers at him and says, “Are you okay, Uebo?”
Ueda forces himself to calm down because there was just no way this could be happening. Besides, men didn’t get pregnant. Jin must have been dreaming when he was at Ryo’s place, or Yamapi had given him some crazy drugs or something. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Just, are you sure?”
Koki notices the curious tone of Ueda’s voice and says, “Why do you care about Nishikido anyway?”
“I-I don’t, I don’t. I’m just interested. If Jin’s telling the truth, how many times do you hear about a pregnant man?” Ueda says, rolling his eyes. “I couldn’t care less about Nishikido.”
Koki stares at him for a moment and Ueda tries not to cower under the gaze before he turns away with a shrug.
“So,” Ueda prompts Jin again. “If he’s pregnant, then who’s the father?”
Kame snorts at the thought and says, “This is so fucking ridiculous. He can’t be pregnant.”
“He is, dammit! Why can’t you believe me?” Jin demands, glaring.
“Because you’re not making sense,” Kame retorts.
Ueda sighs, ignoring Kame and Jin as they get into another argument. He only thinks about it for a moment, then grabs Jin’s phone off the couch and searches for Yamapi’s number. After adding it into his own phone and pointedly looking away from Koki and Maru’s scrutinizing gazes, he leaves the room mumbling, “Bathroom,” under his breath.
Once outside of the jimusho he calls Yamapi and demands for Ryo’s address. Ueda had to see this for himself.
*
“Who was that that you had to go out into the hall?” Ryo demands, glaring at Yamapi when he comes back into the bedroom.
“No one important,” Yamapi says. “Uhm, are you hungry, Ryo-chan?”
“Yes,” Ryo says instantly and Yamapi laughs. “Shut up, idiot, and get me ramen.”
“Okay, okay,” Yamapi says and heads out the door.
Ryo sighs and looks around the room for something to do, but realizes all of his things are out in the sitting room. “Pi!” he calls, but Yamapi doesn’t answer and with another sigh Ryo pulls himself out of bed grudgingly. He hates having to stand around on his own because it made his stomach stand out more. Annoyed, he makes his way into the other room, only to stop in his tracks when he finds the last possible person he’d think of sitting on his couch.
Ueda’s eyes widen comically and Ryo would’ve poked fun, but he knows he’s currently in the more bizarre position.
“Oh, fuck, Jin was telling the truth,” Ueda breathes, getting up and meeting Ryo, eyes trained on the bulge poorly hidden by Ryo’s shirt.
“What are you doing here?” Ryo demands. “And, fuck, Jin’s told everyone by now, hasn’t he?”
Ueda laughs and finally meets Ryo’s gaze. “Probably,” he says. “Though no one else in KAT-TUN believed him when he told us.”
“It is hard to believe unless you see it,” Yamapi says.
Ryo glares at him. “I told you not to bring Jin here.”
“I didn’t. He followed me. And besides, you gave him a key, too. He could come in here whenever he wants,” Yamapi defends, crosses his arms over his chest and looking at Ryo pointedly.
“Why did I do that again.”
“Because you love us.”
“Fuck you, where’s my ramen?”
“I’m making it. Fuck, you’re going to be even more of a pain now that you’re pregnant,” Yamapi complains and heads back to the kitchen.
Ryo returns to Ueda who’s looking somewhere between horrified and excited. “How’d you know my address?”
“I called Yamashita-kun since I couldn’t remember it from last-”
Ryo quickly slams a hand over Ueda’s mouth and hisses, “That never happened, remember?”
Ueda pulls his hand off and says, “Obviously it did because the fucking evidence is right here.” He points at Ryo’s stomach.
Ryo blinks a few times and then his eyes widen as the pieces fall into place. “No fucking way. That can’t be true.”
“Jin said it started up a while after the party, is that true?”
Ryo wants to say it’s not, wants to deny and say that no, he’s fucked other people since that stupid party, that he’s been out since then, but his silence gives him away and he knows that it’s impossible to deny it. “It-It can’t be.”
“Nishikido, you’re pregnant. Apparently, it can be.” Ueda sighs. “Look, I don’t want to believe this either, but what other explanation do you have?”
Ryo stares at him. “What did you do to me? You must be really fucking defective if you got a man pregnant.”
Ueda punches his shoulder, hard. “Fuck you. I didn’t do anything.”
Ryo rubs his arm, because even for such a sissy looking guy, Ueda was strong. “You’d hit the man that’s carrying your child?”
Ueda stumbles back a bit at those words, puts a hand to his head and says, “I cannot believe this is happening.”
“At least you’re not the one pregnant,” Ryo snaps darkly.
Ueda grins at that and looks Ryo up and down. “I wish I had my camera,” he says and this time Ryo punches him.
“Of all the fucking people, why you?” Ryo wonders aloud.
“Better than getting Jin’s genes.”
Ryo shudders at the thought. “Good point.”
Ueda sits back down on the couch and says, “Now what?”
“Now you leave.”
“That-That child is mine too, you know. I-I…” He trails off, not really sure where he’s headed with that. He sighs again and looks at the floor instead, tries to figure out what he wants to say without sounding completely ridiculous about it at the same time.
But it only takes Ryo half a second to figure it out himsef and exclaim dumbfoundedly, “You want to help?”
Ueda looks aghast. “Not you. I’d kill myself first. The baby. It’s half mine.”
“I’m carrying it. It’s all mine.”
“Fuck that, it’s mine too!” Ueda jumps to his feet, gets into Ryo’s face. “You didn’t do all the work yourself.”
“I’m already carrying your defective child, I don’t need to see your ugly mug around more than necessary.” Ryo gasps suddenly, his hand flying over his mouth. “Oh my god,” he breathes. “My child’s going to have the possibility to look like you. I might cry.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t get your ego. The world will explode if there were two people just like you.”
“If it explodes it’d be because there was just too much awesome for it to contain.”
Ueda rolls his eyes. “Please. I’ve seen chairs more awesome than you.”
Ryo makes a scandalized sound and moves as if to lunge at him, but Ueda’s eyes widen and he stops him quicky by grabbing his shoulders.
“Careful, idiot!” Ueda exclaims frantically, both of them feeling the twinge of fear in their veins.
“Are you done now?” Yamapi’s voice startles them both, jumping away from the other. Yamapi laughs when they both simultaneously look at the floor awkwardly. “The two of you are so cute.”
They both glare at him.
“And scarily in synch.” Yamapi grins. “Ryo, your ramen’s done. Ueda-kun, did you want anything?”
Ryo jumps in before Ueda can reply. “No, he was just leaving.”
Ueda sighs. “Fine, I’m going.” He pauses as he passes Ryo, turns to pet his hair. “So I guess this makes you my wife, huh, Nishikido?”
Yamapi has to hold Ryo back to keep him from killing Ueda. Ueda just laughs with amusement and with a wave, leaves the apartment to a string of Ryo yelling curses after him. As Ueda heads back to the jimusho, he thinks over everything that has happened. From Ryo being pregnant with his child, their child, to that night weeks ago.
He lets a small smile cross his face. It hadn’t been that bad. Even if it was Nishikido. And now, Ueda doesn’t think he can deny that he’s a little excited. Still really confused as to how this happened, but yet excited. Though only just a little. It still is Nishikido, after all.
*
The only thing that’s keeping Ryo from shooting himself at this moment is the baby in his stomach. But if there was no baby then there wouldn’t be someone who greatly resembles Ueda standing on his doorstep with a duffel bag.
Ryo tries to slam the door shut, but Ueda grabs the door before he can. “Get lost,” Ryo hisses.
“Bite me,” Ueda snaps and shoves past him. He stops in his tracks when he gets to the sitting room, eyes wide to find clothes all over the floor and ramen cups littering the couch. “Oh my god. What is this?”
“My apartment. If you don’t like it, then leave.” Ryo glares.
Ueda drops his duffel bag on the couch. “No,” he replies defiantly. “That child is just as mine as it’s yours and god knows you’re not taking care of it like you should.”
“I can take care of myself and my baby just fine!” Ryo defends.
“Is ramen the only thing you eat?”
“It’s the easiest to make. And it’s good.”
“It’s not good for the baby!” Ueda exclaims. “That’s final. I’m staying.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
Ryo glowers. “Get out.”
Ueda steps closer, crosses his arms. “Make me.”
They glare at either other for a good few minutes before Ueda sighs and looks away. Ryo grins triumphantly but Ueda only rolls his eyes and says, “I’m staying. I will clean and help cook and do anything you say, all right? That-That child is mine, too.”
Ryo stares at him, at how his light hair falls into his pleading, desperate eyes, how he twists his hands a bit nervously, how he suddenly seems vulnerable and really adorable and-Ryo shakes his head, forces himself out of that train of thought, blames his goddamn hormones with all his might.
Ueda takes the head shaking as another sign to get out and grabs Ryo’s hand, exclaims, “Please?” and Ryo wonders briefly why this has his skin tingling and his heart beating and him nodding yes without a second thought.
Ueda drops his hand and sighs with relief. “Thanks, Nishikido,” he says, and means it.
Ryo grumpily looks away. “Yeah, whatever.”
Ueda smiles. “So, where am I going to sleep?”
Ryo grins at him and shifts his eyes to the couch. Ueda looks appalled. “Goodnight, darling,” Ryo coos mockingly at him and heads to the bedroom, but Ueda grabs his hand and turns him back around.
“I am not sleeping there,” Ueda says. “It’s disgusting.”
“It’s really time for you to stop being so prissy, Ueda,” Ryo says. “Have fun cleaning.”
“I want the bed,” Ueda declares.
“Fuck you, I’m pregnant, I need the bed,” Ryo retorts and Ueda stares at him for a moment. “Don’t you even dare suggest we share because that is not happening in a million fucking years.”
“It’s not like we haven’t before,” Ueda counters, shoving past Ryo into the bedroom and sighing with relief that the only mess in there was clothes in a pile by the closet door. “Okay, this is better.”
“We are not sharing a bed, dammit,” Ryo snaps, but Ueda’s already pushing his duffle bag into the corner and pulling the covers back.
“It’s late, Nishikido,” Ueda says, staring at him expectantly. “So either deal with it, or go sleep on the couch.”
Ryo glowers at him, arms crossed, and says nothing. Ueda shrugs and proceeds to strip right then and there into his pajamas and Ryo has to force himself to look away, an involutary blush spreading across his cheeks. Ueda gets into bed and gives Ryo another look, but Ryo ignores him, and the older man shrugs, switches off the lamp on the side table and says, “Goodnight.”
Ryo continues standing there, pissed off, staring at Ueda’s head in the dark.
Ten minutes later, Ueda says lightly, “Get in bed and sleep, Nishikido.”
Ryo shifts from foot to foot, awkwardly, continuing to debate with himself.
“Do you want me to carry you to bed?” Ueda offers teasingly and Ryo snorts.
“You’re not that strong.”
“Try me.”
Ryo coughs and mutters, “Forget it.” Then he heaves a big sigh and snaps, “Fine, fine. Dammit,” and gets into bed next to Ueda, making sure to keep about a span of a foot between them.
“Try anything funny and I’ll kill you. Father of my baby or not,” Ryo warns.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ueda says, and when he pulls Ryo closer, Ryo squawks indignantly. “If you fall over,” Ueda explains, “it’ll kill the baby. Put your goddamn pride aside for once.”
“Shut up,” Ryo retorts, hating the way Ueda’s fingers on his arm feels and hyper-aware of the fact that the older man hasn’t yet let go. Even more aware at how he doesn’t want him to.
“Goodnight, honey,” Ueda teases and Ryo’s glad for the dark so Ueda can’t see him blush.
*
“See? I told you he was pregnant!” Jin exclaims, pointing at Ryo’s face and shrieks when Ryo tries to bite his finger.
The rest of KAT-TUN stare at Ryo incredulously, who is sitting on his bed with narrowed eyes. He turns to Jin and says, “Why the fuck are they here?”
“Because they wouldn’t believe me!” Jin replies like it’s obvious. “And I had to prove them wrong.”
“This was supposed to be kept a secret, you fucking idiot,” Ryo hisses.
“Well, it can hardly be a secret from our group if Ueda’s the father,” Jin retorts and the room goes deathly silent for a whole minute.
Then KT-TN turn to Ueda who is lounging in the chair beside the bed, filing his nails. “Is that true?” Kame asks.
Ueda nods, doesn’t even bother to look up. “Yes.”
As Nakamaru starts to look faint and Kame and Koki laugh while patting Ueda on the shoulder with teasing congratulations and Taguchi makes some random pun to the room at large though no one is listening, Ryo glares at Jin and says, “That was supposed to be a secret too. Who told you that?”
“Pi,” Jin replies easily. “He heard everything last week when Ueda came over to see you the first time.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Ryo mutters.
“Not until you’ve had the baby,” Ueda comments from the side. “And then I can help you. Now that they all know, they’re never going to leave this alone.”
“Great,” Ryo replies. “This is just the kind of thing my baby needs to be around.”
“Our baby,” Ueda corrects. “It’s your place. Just get rid of them.”
“You know it won’t be that easy,” Ryo says, then freezes as he realizes the rest of KAT-TUN stopped their chatter to watch him and Ueda talk back and forth. “What?” he snaps when no one says anything.
Koki smirks in an all-too-knowing manner and says, “You two seem to be getting along.”
“Ueda, you’ve been staying here the past week, haven’t you?” Kame adds.
“What’s your point?” Ueda replies, arching an eyebrow.
“Hm, nothing,” Jin says in a tone that fools no one. “Just commenting on how you don’t look like you want to rip each other apart.”
“You’re fucking insane, Akanishi,” Ryo snaps. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment.”
“You can’t kick me out. I’m going to be your baby’s uncle. Or something.”
“You are going no where near my kid,” Ryo and Ueda say at once.
They look at each other, then away quickly. Kame snickers while Koki says, “Well, at least you agree on one thing.”
CONTINUE TO PART 2
Title: Together
Pairing: Ueda/Ryo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: …Ryo and Ueda have a baby.
Author’s Note: 11152 words, oh my dear god, why. D: For rolling_scone, who probably doesn’t even remember requesting this because it is a year old. >.> But uhm. I didn’t make it in time for your last birthday, but I did this year…off by a few days, BUT I AM CLOSE. HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY LELLA. I LOVE YOU MUCHLY AND DEARLY AND EXPONENTIALLY. I really hope you like this. ;__;
Also, half of this was written like a year ago and the rest was written in the past few months. Any oddities are a result of that and the fact that I didn’t bother to get this beta’d. >.>
Ryo’s had one too many drinks by now and the music blaring from the speakers sound ten times as loud as normal. There are too many people cramped into Jin’s small apartment, but Ryo can’t find anyone to complain to about it as it obviously didn’t bother anyone else, taking advantage of the close proximity to dance and grind against each other with more promiscuity than they may have otherwise. Ryo’s head is pounding and he really needs a smoke, starts to pat down his clothing to find the pack of cigarettes he’s sure he brought with him.
“Nishikido,” a sudden voice drawls next to him. “Stop touching yourself in public.”
Ryo stops and turns to find Ueda giving him an unimpressed look. “You know you liked it,” he taunts and Ueda scoffs. “You have a smoke?”
“I don’t smoke,” Ueda replies, scrunches his nose in disgust. “Ask Jin.”
“I don’t even want to know where Jin is right now.” Ryo gestures to the massive group of male and female bodies moving together.
“Good point.”
“What’re you doing here, anyway? This doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“I came with Koki, but I have no idea where he is now. And I’m still here because I haven’t felt like trying to make my way through that to leave.”
Ryo nods and straightens up on his feet. “Well, I really need a smoke, so I’m going to go buy some. Later.” He turns to force his way through the dry orgy when someone grabs his elbow and a voice whispers hot into his ear.
“Wait, take me with you. I need to get out of here.”
“Get out yourself,” Ryo snaps, thinking he must be really drunk if the way Ueda’s slim fingers around his elbow had his entire body tingling. But he shakes the thought off and shoves through the crowd, Ueda following close behind. They make it out without anyone noticing and head out the back entrance where the cold wind and bright street lights greet them.
“You can let go of my arm now,” Ryo says, staring down at Ueda’s fingers.
Ueda starts, pulling away and mumbling, “Sorry.”
Ryo just sighs. “See you, then.”
“I’m going that way too,” Ueda says, falling into step beside Ryo and Ryo can feel his arm brush against his.
“Great,” Ryo says dryly.
They head into a nearby convience store to get Ryo’s cigarettes, where the cashier tries not to gape at seeing the two of them togther, and Ryo wonders why Ueda’s following him instead of just going home. Why he’s glad Ueda’s still following him.
He really must be drunk.
Once back outside, Ryo says he’s heading back to Jin’s and thinks he must be imagining it when he sees diasappointment cross Ueda’s eyes.
Against better judgement, Ryo peers into his face and says, “You’re not sad, are you Ueda? I didn’t know you cared.”
“Fuck you,” Ueda snaps, eyes flashing danergously, but Ryo catches the quick glimmer of vulnerability underneath and suddenly thinks it’s a good idea to kiss him.
Everything after that is a haze of drunkenness and desperation and stumbling through Ryo’s apartment door with mouths moving together and hands sliding under shirts. Ryo’s not entirelly sure what’s happening. It’s Ueda of all people, but Ueda doesn’t seem bothered, and Ueda had the chance to back out. Instead Ueda’s pushing inside and Ueda’s pressing his nose against Ryo’s neck and it’s hot and good, unbelievably good, and Ryo’s the last person to stop something when it sets his skin on fire from every little touch.
*
Ryo wakes with an odd feeling in his stomach and completely alone. His head feels ten times heavier than it should, throbbing irritably, and everything seems too bright in his eyes. He glances around the room, flashes of the previous night’s events cross his mind. He wonders if he dreamt it all, but his clothes are where he tossed them last night and the table lamp is still knocked over from when Ueda had run into the dresser.
Ryo smirks at the memory and then quickly looks horrified. He doesn’t want to admit that it had been really fucking good because of all people he could have left the party with, it had to be Ueda. Stupid, pathetic, fairy-loving, Gackt-worshipping Ueda.
The world must hate him, he thinks as he gets ready to leave for work.
He must have some bad karma when the first person he sees at the jimusho is Ueda. Ueda stops and stares at him, looking torn between punching him in the face or deciding whether he wanted to push Ryo up against the closest wall and kiss him. Ryo ignores how he thinks option two sounds really appealing, and instead pulls Ueda into the closest bathroom, locking the door after him.
“What the fuck, Nishikido?” Ueda demands.
“Last night never happened, got it?” Ryo says immediately.
Ueda looks disappointed for a mere second before suddenly smirking, which was not at all Ryo’s expectant response. “Are you sure? You seemed to enjoy it enough, what with the way you kept begging for more and-” His words are cut off as Ryo shoves him hard into the door. Ueda glares at him.
“That is precisely why it didn’t happen. I have a fucking reputation.”
“Oh, please,” Ueda scoffs but when Ryo gives him a pleading look, sighs. “Okay, fine. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thank you,” Ryo says earnestly, sighing with relief.
Ueda says nothing, just pushes Ryo away and turns to leave. He pauses and throws over his shoulder, “Even if no one else knows, I will always remember how I made you scream.” He gives Ryo a giant smirk and then slams the bathroom door in his face.
Ryo wonders how much trouble he’d be in if he killed him.
*
It’s a few weeks later when it first happens. Ryo’s not sure what causes it, but he’s sick and gross and throwing up constantly. He calls in sick to work for two days; Koyama comes over with soup and medicine and Tegoshi tells him everything that he’s missed, gossip about other JE members that Ryo absently nods along to while Yamapi sleeps in the bed beside Ryo and Massu’s busying himself in the kitchen and Shige glares at the wall, wondering what the hell he was doing there.
“I don’t have a fever, Koyama, quit giving me fever medicine,” Ryo snaps, irritated.
Koyama flails and gives an apologetic look. “I’m sorry! But everything else I’ve given you won’t work!”
“I’ll be fine. Just. Let me sleep, okay?”
“But-” Koyama protests.
“But nothing. I’ll be-” Ryo pauses, sitting up straight, hand flying to his stomach as another wave of nausea rumbles inside him. He jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom in time, hears Koyama and Tegoshi both flailing worriedly.
Tegoshi gets Ryo a class of water while Koyama hands him a towel and they come back out of the bathroom, Ryo sitting back down carefully and sullenly. Yamapi, having woken from the commotion, curls up against Ryo and pokes him in the side, says, “Did you gain weight?”
“Huh?” Ryo says, peering down at his belly. “I couldn’t have. I’ve hardly kept anything in all week.”
“You feel a bit chubbier,” Yamapi says, continuing to poke him until Ryo rolls his eyes and smacks his hand away.
“But that doesn’t make sense,” Ryo snaps. “I can’t have gained more weight when all food looks disgusting to eat except cake, which also doesn’t make sense, because I don’t like sweets, and I don’t know know what’s going on and-” He cuts off suddenly when he feels stings behind his eyes and realizes he’s about to cry. Nishikido Ryo doesn’t cry, not over something as trivial as this.
“Uhm,” Shige finally speaks up, the first time since they’d arrived, shifting his gaze from the wall to fix them scrutiningly upon Ryo, who instantly glares at him. “I think I know what’s wrong with you. But.” He glances up and down Ryo’s body then looks away. “Never mind, it can’t be true.”
Four pairs of eyes stare at him and Ryo demands, “Shige, now’s not the time for you to be irritatingly realistic. What do you think is wrong with me?”
“Well,” Shige says, looking anywhere but Ryo. “I-I think you’re-”
“Fucking spit it out before I knock your head into the wall.”
“I think you’re pregnant!” Shige exclaims and the silence that follows is deafening.
Then three things happen at once. Koyama and Tegoshi shriek (in fear or happiness, it was hard to tell), Yamapi falls back asleep, and the apartment seems to rattle from Ryo’s shout.
“What? I’m a boy, I can’t fucking be pregnant. Are you insane?”
“Oh my god, Ryo-chan’s pregnant!” Koyama exclaims, flailing around the room.
“I want it to be a girl! It’d be so cute!” Tegoshi squeals.
“Oh my fucking god, Shige, how could you have even thought of such a stupid reason. I can’t fucking be pregnant! That’s impossible.”
Shige sighs and screams, “Shut up!”
Everyone stops and stares and Shige says, “Look, I know it sounds insane, Nishikido-kun, but you have the symptoms. Morning sickness, you’re gaining weight, you want to eat cake. These are normal parts to pregnancy.”
“But I’m male.”
“That’s why you should go to a doctor.”
“Oh, because, men go to get pregnancy check ups on a daily basis,” Ryo snaps. “No, people would admit me for even suggesting I was pregnant.”
“Fine,” Shige retorts, fed up. “You’ll see that I’m right soon enough. The sickness is just the first part. You’ll get crankier and your hormones will explode and you’ll be crying and in pain and your stomach will swell and then I will be in the corner laughing at you for once.” Shige grins. “I like this plan.” He gets to his feet and heads for the door, saying, “I’m going home.”
Ryo watches him leave with a glower, and Shige pauses at the door and says, “I forgot something.”
“What?” Ryo demands.
Shige smiles sweetly and says, “Congratulations, you’re a mother,” before dashing towards the front door, narrowly avoiding the shoe Ryo sends sailing after him.
Tegoshi plops down on the bed next to Ryo and stares at him with wide eyes. “Are you really pregnant, Ryo-tan?” he asks, sounding awed.
“Of course not,” Ryo replies, pats Tegoshi’s head. “I’m just sick. I’ll be fine in a few days.”
*
A few days turn into another week, and while the morning sickness subsides a bit, the other “symptoms” (that Ryo won’t admit to having because he’s not pregnant dammit), start to escalate.
He’s not seemingly gaining any more weight, so Ryo thinks that Shige must have been wrong about everything and that he’s just going through some weird hormonal malfunctions. That had to be the only reason why the littlest things make him tear up and why his refrigerator is full of pastries.
Ryo goes back to work a few days later, feeling much better than before and triumphantly grinning at Shige. “See? I’m not pregnant!”
Shige looks a little upset he was wrong and Koyama pouts. “Really? It would’ve been so amazing if you were, Ryo-chan!” he says. “I could’ve been an uncle.”
“You’re already an uncle,” Ryo points out with a roll of his eyes as he shoves Yamapi’s feet off the end of the couch and sits down. Yamapi peers his eyes open, glares at Ryo for disrupting his sleep and kicks his knee.
“I still think you should go to a doctor,” Shige says. “You’re crankier than normal and you bring ice cream to work.”
“What. Ice cream is good.”
“You also don’t normally like it.”
“People’s tastes change, Shige,” Ryo says. “I’m fine.”
“Fine,” Shige says. “Your call.”
Tegoshi then crawls onto Ryo’s lap and pokes his belly. “Are you sure, Ryo-chan? Shige’s more knowledgeable about these things, maybe you should go see a doctor.”
“Unless I wake up tomorrow with a huge stomach, I’m not going anywhere,” Ryo says adamantly and no one dares to argue.
*
He doesn’t wake up the next day with a huge belly. Nor the next, or the day after that. But a few weeks later Ryo does waked up with a rather round stomach and does what any intelligent person would do. Scream.
He doesn’t go to work and instead spends the day curled up in bed. When the door bell rings around seven, Ryo knows it’s the rest of NewS because Koyama always takes it upon himself to find out why someone didn’t come into work. Ryo doesn’t answer. They get in anyway and Ryo curses himself for giving Yamapi a spare key.
“Ryo-chan?” Yamapi says, diving onto the bed next to him and trying to pull Ryo out from beneath the blankets.
“Go away,” Ryo hisses.
“What happened?” Koyama frets.
“I said, go away.”
“Oh my god,” Shige exclaims and Ryo freezes.
“Shige, don’t even-”
“It happened, didn’t it? You really are pregnant!”
The room falls into silence and Ryo can feel five pairs of eyes on him.
“Is that it?” Shige prompts, but Ryo doesn’t reply. Shige glances at Tegoshi and Yamapi and they grin at each other, grab the ends of the blanket and pull it off quickly. The silence that follows lasts about three seconds before Shige starts laughing uncontrollably.
Ryo grabs a pillow and chucks it at his head. He misses, which only makes Shige laugh even harder.
“I told you so,” Shige practically singsongs, looking incredibly pleased that he’d been right all along.
“Shut the fuck up,” Ryo snaps.
“Is this real?” Yamapi says, stunned, rubs Ryo’s stomach.
“No, fucker, I just decided to expand my stomach,” Ryo shouts and Yamapi’s eyes widen.
“So. There’s really a baby in there?” he says, staring up at Ryo with an indescribable expression.
And the scowl immediately falls from Ryo’s face as if he’s only just realized the gravity of the situation himself. He looks down at his protruding stomach, places a hand carefully on it and visibly his attitude changes.
“Oh my god,” he breathes, glancing up around the others, all wide-eyed in disbelief (except for Shige who still looks smug) and opens his mouth to say something, anything, but can’t find the words.
“Ryo?” Yamapi says, worried.
“How did this happen?” he asks.
Shige coughs behind his hand. “Well.”
“Not that.” Ryo throws another pillow at his head.
“Wait,” Tegoshi speaks up, sitting down on the edge of the bed by Ryo’s knees. He stares at Ryo’s stomach for a moment before looking up into Ryo’s eyes. “Uhm. Ryo-tan, if you’re the one pregnant. Then. Uhm. Who’s the father?”
*
Jin bursts through the door of KAT-TUN’s dressing room and screams, “You guys aren’t going to believe this, but Ryo-chan is pregnant!”
The room is silent except for Ueda who chokes on his tea. “What,” he demands.
“You’re right, Akanishi,” Kame says instead. “We don’t believe you. Nishikido’s male, he can’t be pregnant.”
“But he is,” Jin insists, eyes wide and arms flailing. “I was just at his house with Pi and it’s true. He has a pregnant stomach.” He gestures with his hands to emphasize his point but the other five just stare at him.
“H-How did this happen?” Ueda asks carefully, hoping his interest doesn’t arouse suspicion.
“He says he doesn’t know. He just started getting really sick a couple of weeks ago. Oh, around that one night with the party at my place!”
Ueda blanches, eyes widening as things fall into place. Jin peers at him and says, “Are you okay, Uebo?”
Ueda forces himself to calm down because there was just no way this could be happening. Besides, men didn’t get pregnant. Jin must have been dreaming when he was at Ryo’s place, or Yamapi had given him some crazy drugs or something. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Just, are you sure?”
Koki notices the curious tone of Ueda’s voice and says, “Why do you care about Nishikido anyway?”
“I-I don’t, I don’t. I’m just interested. If Jin’s telling the truth, how many times do you hear about a pregnant man?” Ueda says, rolling his eyes. “I couldn’t care less about Nishikido.”
Koki stares at him for a moment and Ueda tries not to cower under the gaze before he turns away with a shrug.
“So,” Ueda prompts Jin again. “If he’s pregnant, then who’s the father?”
Kame snorts at the thought and says, “This is so fucking ridiculous. He can’t be pregnant.”
“He is, dammit! Why can’t you believe me?” Jin demands, glaring.
“Because you’re not making sense,” Kame retorts.
Ueda sighs, ignoring Kame and Jin as they get into another argument. He only thinks about it for a moment, then grabs Jin’s phone off the couch and searches for Yamapi’s number. After adding it into his own phone and pointedly looking away from Koki and Maru’s scrutinizing gazes, he leaves the room mumbling, “Bathroom,” under his breath.
Once outside of the jimusho he calls Yamapi and demands for Ryo’s address. Ueda had to see this for himself.
*
“Who was that that you had to go out into the hall?” Ryo demands, glaring at Yamapi when he comes back into the bedroom.
“No one important,” Yamapi says. “Uhm, are you hungry, Ryo-chan?”
“Yes,” Ryo says instantly and Yamapi laughs. “Shut up, idiot, and get me ramen.”
“Okay, okay,” Yamapi says and heads out the door.
Ryo sighs and looks around the room for something to do, but realizes all of his things are out in the sitting room. “Pi!” he calls, but Yamapi doesn’t answer and with another sigh Ryo pulls himself out of bed grudgingly. He hates having to stand around on his own because it made his stomach stand out more. Annoyed, he makes his way into the other room, only to stop in his tracks when he finds the last possible person he’d think of sitting on his couch.
Ueda’s eyes widen comically and Ryo would’ve poked fun, but he knows he’s currently in the more bizarre position.
“Oh, fuck, Jin was telling the truth,” Ueda breathes, getting up and meeting Ryo, eyes trained on the bulge poorly hidden by Ryo’s shirt.
“What are you doing here?” Ryo demands. “And, fuck, Jin’s told everyone by now, hasn’t he?”
Ueda laughs and finally meets Ryo’s gaze. “Probably,” he says. “Though no one else in KAT-TUN believed him when he told us.”
“It is hard to believe unless you see it,” Yamapi says.
Ryo glares at him. “I told you not to bring Jin here.”
“I didn’t. He followed me. And besides, you gave him a key, too. He could come in here whenever he wants,” Yamapi defends, crosses his arms over his chest and looking at Ryo pointedly.
“Why did I do that again.”
“Because you love us.”
“Fuck you, where’s my ramen?”
“I’m making it. Fuck, you’re going to be even more of a pain now that you’re pregnant,” Yamapi complains and heads back to the kitchen.
Ryo returns to Ueda who’s looking somewhere between horrified and excited. “How’d you know my address?”
“I called Yamashita-kun since I couldn’t remember it from last-”
Ryo quickly slams a hand over Ueda’s mouth and hisses, “That never happened, remember?”
Ueda pulls his hand off and says, “Obviously it did because the fucking evidence is right here.” He points at Ryo’s stomach.
Ryo blinks a few times and then his eyes widen as the pieces fall into place. “No fucking way. That can’t be true.”
“Jin said it started up a while after the party, is that true?”
Ryo wants to say it’s not, wants to deny and say that no, he’s fucked other people since that stupid party, that he’s been out since then, but his silence gives him away and he knows that it’s impossible to deny it. “It-It can’t be.”
“Nishikido, you’re pregnant. Apparently, it can be.” Ueda sighs. “Look, I don’t want to believe this either, but what other explanation do you have?”
Ryo stares at him. “What did you do to me? You must be really fucking defective if you got a man pregnant.”
Ueda punches his shoulder, hard. “Fuck you. I didn’t do anything.”
Ryo rubs his arm, because even for such a sissy looking guy, Ueda was strong. “You’d hit the man that’s carrying your child?”
Ueda stumbles back a bit at those words, puts a hand to his head and says, “I cannot believe this is happening.”
“At least you’re not the one pregnant,” Ryo snaps darkly.
Ueda grins at that and looks Ryo up and down. “I wish I had my camera,” he says and this time Ryo punches him.
“Of all the fucking people, why you?” Ryo wonders aloud.
“Better than getting Jin’s genes.”
Ryo shudders at the thought. “Good point.”
Ueda sits back down on the couch and says, “Now what?”
“Now you leave.”
“That-That child is mine too, you know. I-I…” He trails off, not really sure where he’s headed with that. He sighs again and looks at the floor instead, tries to figure out what he wants to say without sounding completely ridiculous about it at the same time.
But it only takes Ryo half a second to figure it out himsef and exclaim dumbfoundedly, “You want to help?”
Ueda looks aghast. “Not you. I’d kill myself first. The baby. It’s half mine.”
“I’m carrying it. It’s all mine.”
“Fuck that, it’s mine too!” Ueda jumps to his feet, gets into Ryo’s face. “You didn’t do all the work yourself.”
“I’m already carrying your defective child, I don’t need to see your ugly mug around more than necessary.” Ryo gasps suddenly, his hand flying over his mouth. “Oh my god,” he breathes. “My child’s going to have the possibility to look like you. I might cry.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t get your ego. The world will explode if there were two people just like you.”
“If it explodes it’d be because there was just too much awesome for it to contain.”
Ueda rolls his eyes. “Please. I’ve seen chairs more awesome than you.”
Ryo makes a scandalized sound and moves as if to lunge at him, but Ueda’s eyes widen and he stops him quicky by grabbing his shoulders.
“Careful, idiot!” Ueda exclaims frantically, both of them feeling the twinge of fear in their veins.
“Are you done now?” Yamapi’s voice startles them both, jumping away from the other. Yamapi laughs when they both simultaneously look at the floor awkwardly. “The two of you are so cute.”
They both glare at him.
“And scarily in synch.” Yamapi grins. “Ryo, your ramen’s done. Ueda-kun, did you want anything?”
Ryo jumps in before Ueda can reply. “No, he was just leaving.”
Ueda sighs. “Fine, I’m going.” He pauses as he passes Ryo, turns to pet his hair. “So I guess this makes you my wife, huh, Nishikido?”
Yamapi has to hold Ryo back to keep him from killing Ueda. Ueda just laughs with amusement and with a wave, leaves the apartment to a string of Ryo yelling curses after him. As Ueda heads back to the jimusho, he thinks over everything that has happened. From Ryo being pregnant with his child, their child, to that night weeks ago.
He lets a small smile cross his face. It hadn’t been that bad. Even if it was Nishikido. And now, Ueda doesn’t think he can deny that he’s a little excited. Still really confused as to how this happened, but yet excited. Though only just a little. It still is Nishikido, after all.
*
The only thing that’s keeping Ryo from shooting himself at this moment is the baby in his stomach. But if there was no baby then there wouldn’t be someone who greatly resembles Ueda standing on his doorstep with a duffel bag.
Ryo tries to slam the door shut, but Ueda grabs the door before he can. “Get lost,” Ryo hisses.
“Bite me,” Ueda snaps and shoves past him. He stops in his tracks when he gets to the sitting room, eyes wide to find clothes all over the floor and ramen cups littering the couch. “Oh my god. What is this?”
“My apartment. If you don’t like it, then leave.” Ryo glares.
Ueda drops his duffel bag on the couch. “No,” he replies defiantly. “That child is just as mine as it’s yours and god knows you’re not taking care of it like you should.”
“I can take care of myself and my baby just fine!” Ryo defends.
“Is ramen the only thing you eat?”
“It’s the easiest to make. And it’s good.”
“It’s not good for the baby!” Ueda exclaims. “That’s final. I’m staying.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
Ryo glowers. “Get out.”
Ueda steps closer, crosses his arms. “Make me.”
They glare at either other for a good few minutes before Ueda sighs and looks away. Ryo grins triumphantly but Ueda only rolls his eyes and says, “I’m staying. I will clean and help cook and do anything you say, all right? That-That child is mine, too.”
Ryo stares at him, at how his light hair falls into his pleading, desperate eyes, how he twists his hands a bit nervously, how he suddenly seems vulnerable and really adorable and-Ryo shakes his head, forces himself out of that train of thought, blames his goddamn hormones with all his might.
Ueda takes the head shaking as another sign to get out and grabs Ryo’s hand, exclaims, “Please?” and Ryo wonders briefly why this has his skin tingling and his heart beating and him nodding yes without a second thought.
Ueda drops his hand and sighs with relief. “Thanks, Nishikido,” he says, and means it.
Ryo grumpily looks away. “Yeah, whatever.”
Ueda smiles. “So, where am I going to sleep?”
Ryo grins at him and shifts his eyes to the couch. Ueda looks appalled. “Goodnight, darling,” Ryo coos mockingly at him and heads to the bedroom, but Ueda grabs his hand and turns him back around.
“I am not sleeping there,” Ueda says. “It’s disgusting.”
“It’s really time for you to stop being so prissy, Ueda,” Ryo says. “Have fun cleaning.”
“I want the bed,” Ueda declares.
“Fuck you, I’m pregnant, I need the bed,” Ryo retorts and Ueda stares at him for a moment. “Don’t you even dare suggest we share because that is not happening in a million fucking years.”
“It’s not like we haven’t before,” Ueda counters, shoving past Ryo into the bedroom and sighing with relief that the only mess in there was clothes in a pile by the closet door. “Okay, this is better.”
“We are not sharing a bed, dammit,” Ryo snaps, but Ueda’s already pushing his duffle bag into the corner and pulling the covers back.
“It’s late, Nishikido,” Ueda says, staring at him expectantly. “So either deal with it, or go sleep on the couch.”
Ryo glowers at him, arms crossed, and says nothing. Ueda shrugs and proceeds to strip right then and there into his pajamas and Ryo has to force himself to look away, an involutary blush spreading across his cheeks. Ueda gets into bed and gives Ryo another look, but Ryo ignores him, and the older man shrugs, switches off the lamp on the side table and says, “Goodnight.”
Ryo continues standing there, pissed off, staring at Ueda’s head in the dark.
Ten minutes later, Ueda says lightly, “Get in bed and sleep, Nishikido.”
Ryo shifts from foot to foot, awkwardly, continuing to debate with himself.
“Do you want me to carry you to bed?” Ueda offers teasingly and Ryo snorts.
“You’re not that strong.”
“Try me.”
Ryo coughs and mutters, “Forget it.” Then he heaves a big sigh and snaps, “Fine, fine. Dammit,” and gets into bed next to Ueda, making sure to keep about a span of a foot between them.
“Try anything funny and I’ll kill you. Father of my baby or not,” Ryo warns.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Ueda says, and when he pulls Ryo closer, Ryo squawks indignantly. “If you fall over,” Ueda explains, “it’ll kill the baby. Put your goddamn pride aside for once.”
“Shut up,” Ryo retorts, hating the way Ueda’s fingers on his arm feels and hyper-aware of the fact that the older man hasn’t yet let go. Even more aware at how he doesn’t want him to.
“Goodnight, honey,” Ueda teases and Ryo’s glad for the dark so Ueda can’t see him blush.
*
“See? I told you he was pregnant!” Jin exclaims, pointing at Ryo’s face and shrieks when Ryo tries to bite his finger.
The rest of KAT-TUN stare at Ryo incredulously, who is sitting on his bed with narrowed eyes. He turns to Jin and says, “Why the fuck are they here?”
“Because they wouldn’t believe me!” Jin replies like it’s obvious. “And I had to prove them wrong.”
“This was supposed to be kept a secret, you fucking idiot,” Ryo hisses.
“Well, it can hardly be a secret from our group if Ueda’s the father,” Jin retorts and the room goes deathly silent for a whole minute.
Then KT-TN turn to Ueda who is lounging in the chair beside the bed, filing his nails. “Is that true?” Kame asks.
Ueda nods, doesn’t even bother to look up. “Yes.”
As Nakamaru starts to look faint and Kame and Koki laugh while patting Ueda on the shoulder with teasing congratulations and Taguchi makes some random pun to the room at large though no one is listening, Ryo glares at Jin and says, “That was supposed to be a secret too. Who told you that?”
“Pi,” Jin replies easily. “He heard everything last week when Ueda came over to see you the first time.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Ryo mutters.
“Not until you’ve had the baby,” Ueda comments from the side. “And then I can help you. Now that they all know, they’re never going to leave this alone.”
“Great,” Ryo replies. “This is just the kind of thing my baby needs to be around.”
“Our baby,” Ueda corrects. “It’s your place. Just get rid of them.”
“You know it won’t be that easy,” Ryo says, then freezes as he realizes the rest of KAT-TUN stopped their chatter to watch him and Ueda talk back and forth. “What?” he snaps when no one says anything.
Koki smirks in an all-too-knowing manner and says, “You two seem to be getting along.”
“Ueda, you’ve been staying here the past week, haven’t you?” Kame adds.
“What’s your point?” Ueda replies, arching an eyebrow.
“Hm, nothing,” Jin says in a tone that fools no one. “Just commenting on how you don’t look like you want to rip each other apart.”
“You’re fucking insane, Akanishi,” Ryo snaps. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment.”
“You can’t kick me out. I’m going to be your baby’s uncle. Or something.”
“You are going no where near my kid,” Ryo and Ueda say at once.
They look at each other, then away quickly. Kame snickers while Koki says, “Well, at least you agree on one thing.”
CONTINUE TO PART 2