[FIC] - Home is - Aki/Kenzo - PG-13 - Sidestory
Title: Home is
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, mpreg
Pairings: Aki/Kenzo
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Aki is a weird muse, as always.
Rainchaser's Archive
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You could regard this as a side story/flashback/yaddayadda to my jrock children series.
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They hadn't seen each other in a while, tour schedules un-matching, record schedules wearing them out.
Mao got told by Yumehito that Kenzo had a day off. Mao told Aki, pushing him a little here and there to get going.
It had been too long. Too much time had passed to deny or even try to lie about it anymore. Aki straightened his shoulders, took a deep breath to push the button and ring the bell of Kenzo's apartment. They hadn't seen in other in person for about two months already.
He had to get this over with.
"Who's there?"
"I - uhm - it's Aki. Can I come up?" He pulled the hem of his jacket down, fidgeting.
The door buzzed, the line went dead immediately and the bassist went inside, waiting for the elevator.
It bad been too long.
The shine in Kenzo's eyes as he spotted him from his open door, lit with joy, a wide smile. Aki stopped as he stood right in front of him, a simple hi half muffled by his high collar, hands safely tucked away in his jacket's pockets.
"Come on." Kenzo said, wrapping his arms around the other, embraced him. But that wasn't just hands pressed against his belly, was it? He stepped back, looking down on Aki's body.
"I'm sorry." Aki mumbled, averting eyes.
First, there was a frown, then lips pressed into a thin line, then an almost unnoticeable nod.
"Why don't you come inside, I was about to cook lunch." Kenzo stepped aside, gesturing his guest to lead the way.
Aki lowered his head, toed his sneakers off and undid the press buttons of his jacket with his back turned towards Kenzo who was closing the door. He knew he was watched how he was pulling of the cloth, hanging it up, turning to the side to reach the hook. His shirt was riding up.
He couldn't hide anything anymore.
Kenzo walked pass him into the living room, leaned against the armchair, hands behind his back.
"You didn't tell me." An unspoken why hung heavy between them.
With slow steps Aki joined him in the room, hands protectively holding his middle. "I didn't know how."
"Is that why your were avoiding me?"
Eyes dropped. "I wasn't avoiding you, how could you think that?"
Kenzo shrugged and pushed himself of the armchair. "When have you been here the last time?"
"I'm sorry, Kenzo, I really am." Closer, he was coming closer, but he was afraid.
"Do you even know who the father is?" Harsh words said with an angry voice. He regretted it the moment he spoke it out loud, but it hurt to know it couldn't have been him. He moved on into the kitchen.
Aki followed, hands never leaving his round belly. "I'm quite sure who it is."
The drummer bit the insides of his cheeks. "I'm not judging you for your lifestyle, I never did, but Aki-" He pushed a hand through his dark hair.
"I know, I know." His feet were almost touching Kenzo's naked ones, a hand reaching an elbow. How come that he was the one offering comfort?
"Who do you think it is, then?"
He opened his mouth but then closed it again, not sure if he should say it just yet. Then again, Kenzo was his best friend. "Hiroto." He bit his lip, painfully.
The drummer set off, pacing. "He's only 19, Aki!" Why that young boy, why not him instead? Why not him?
"It's a girl."
It took Kenzo a moment to get what Aki meant. A little baby girl with Aki's lovely eyes? Maybe his nose? He didn't dare to imagine any further.
"Gods, Aki!" He threw his arms up is exasperation.
Aki shouldn't have been so stupid.
"It's the fifth month already."
He closed his eyes, pressing the ball of his right hand against his forehead, the other resting on his hip. He shouldn't be angry, not now, not ever, it wasn't his place to demand being the father of the child the man he loved was giving birth to. It was Aki's life not his, no matter how badly he wanted to share it with him. He opened his eyes again. How Aki stood there, hands on his beautifully round middle, that questioning, seeking look in his eyes.
"Come here." Kenzo sighed and opened his arms.
Aki followed suit, hesitantly. It felt right, though, his head dropping into the crook of Kenzo's shoulder, letting himself be embraced and held close. He had missed this. The familiar smell of the drummer's cologne crept into his nose, warm hands spread over his lower back, moving just slightly, soothing tensed muscles. There was a kiss on his temple, a nose-tip nuzzling his hair. He knew his womb was pressing into Kenzo so he tried to pull back.
"Shh, it's okay." Another kiss, just a chaste one on his cheek. "If you need anything, just tell me." One hand moved up and settled between his shoulder blades. "You're scared, aren't you?"
A silent nod, eyelashes quivering over his skin.
"Are you hungry?" Kenzo was, at least, everything was ready to get chopped and cooked right on his kitchen counter. "It's just something simple, but I promise it'll be enough."
"Can I stay the night?" Shyly those words left Aki's lips, their warm breath caressing Kenzo's neck.
"You're always welcome." One hand moved to Aki's front, feeling taut skin beneath the thin cotton shirt. "The both of you."
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No, my JRock Children Series isn't dead. I won't give it up, I shall take notes in podology school for the main plotline as soon as I wrote the new chapter of Shaped
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, mpreg
Pairings: Aki/Kenzo
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Aki is a weird muse, as always.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
You could regard this as a side story/flashback/yaddayadda to my jrock children series.
______________________________
They hadn't seen each other in a while, tour schedules un-matching, record schedules wearing them out.
Mao got told by Yumehito that Kenzo had a day off. Mao told Aki, pushing him a little here and there to get going.
It had been too long. Too much time had passed to deny or even try to lie about it anymore. Aki straightened his shoulders, took a deep breath to push the button and ring the bell of Kenzo's apartment. They hadn't seen in other in person for about two months already.
He had to get this over with.
"Who's there?"
"I - uhm - it's Aki. Can I come up?" He pulled the hem of his jacket down, fidgeting.
The door buzzed, the line went dead immediately and the bassist went inside, waiting for the elevator.
It bad been too long.
The shine in Kenzo's eyes as he spotted him from his open door, lit with joy, a wide smile. Aki stopped as he stood right in front of him, a simple hi half muffled by his high collar, hands safely tucked away in his jacket's pockets.
"Come on." Kenzo said, wrapping his arms around the other, embraced him. But that wasn't just hands pressed against his belly, was it? He stepped back, looking down on Aki's body.
"I'm sorry." Aki mumbled, averting eyes.
First, there was a frown, then lips pressed into a thin line, then an almost unnoticeable nod.
"Why don't you come inside, I was about to cook lunch." Kenzo stepped aside, gesturing his guest to lead the way.
Aki lowered his head, toed his sneakers off and undid the press buttons of his jacket with his back turned towards Kenzo who was closing the door. He knew he was watched how he was pulling of the cloth, hanging it up, turning to the side to reach the hook. His shirt was riding up.
He couldn't hide anything anymore.
Kenzo walked pass him into the living room, leaned against the armchair, hands behind his back.
"You didn't tell me." An unspoken why hung heavy between them.
With slow steps Aki joined him in the room, hands protectively holding his middle. "I didn't know how."
"Is that why your were avoiding me?"
Eyes dropped. "I wasn't avoiding you, how could you think that?"
Kenzo shrugged and pushed himself of the armchair. "When have you been here the last time?"
"I'm sorry, Kenzo, I really am." Closer, he was coming closer, but he was afraid.
"Do you even know who the father is?" Harsh words said with an angry voice. He regretted it the moment he spoke it out loud, but it hurt to know it couldn't have been him. He moved on into the kitchen.
Aki followed, hands never leaving his round belly. "I'm quite sure who it is."
The drummer bit the insides of his cheeks. "I'm not judging you for your lifestyle, I never did, but Aki-" He pushed a hand through his dark hair.
"I know, I know." His feet were almost touching Kenzo's naked ones, a hand reaching an elbow. How come that he was the one offering comfort?
"Who do you think it is, then?"
He opened his mouth but then closed it again, not sure if he should say it just yet. Then again, Kenzo was his best friend. "Hiroto." He bit his lip, painfully.
The drummer set off, pacing. "He's only 19, Aki!" Why that young boy, why not him instead? Why not him?
"It's a girl."
It took Kenzo a moment to get what Aki meant. A little baby girl with Aki's lovely eyes? Maybe his nose? He didn't dare to imagine any further.
"Gods, Aki!" He threw his arms up is exasperation.
Aki shouldn't have been so stupid.
"It's the fifth month already."
He closed his eyes, pressing the ball of his right hand against his forehead, the other resting on his hip. He shouldn't be angry, not now, not ever, it wasn't his place to demand being the father of the child the man he loved was giving birth to. It was Aki's life not his, no matter how badly he wanted to share it with him. He opened his eyes again. How Aki stood there, hands on his beautifully round middle, that questioning, seeking look in his eyes.
"Come here." Kenzo sighed and opened his arms.
Aki followed suit, hesitantly. It felt right, though, his head dropping into the crook of Kenzo's shoulder, letting himself be embraced and held close. He had missed this. The familiar smell of the drummer's cologne crept into his nose, warm hands spread over his lower back, moving just slightly, soothing tensed muscles. There was a kiss on his temple, a nose-tip nuzzling his hair. He knew his womb was pressing into Kenzo so he tried to pull back.
"Shh, it's okay." Another kiss, just a chaste one on his cheek. "If you need anything, just tell me." One hand moved up and settled between his shoulder blades. "You're scared, aren't you?"
A silent nod, eyelashes quivering over his skin.
"Are you hungry?" Kenzo was, at least, everything was ready to get chopped and cooked right on his kitchen counter. "It's just something simple, but I promise it'll be enough."
"Can I stay the night?" Shyly those words left Aki's lips, their warm breath caressing Kenzo's neck.
"You're always welcome." One hand moved to Aki's front, feeling taut skin beneath the thin cotton shirt. "The both of you."
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No, my JRock Children Series isn't dead. I won't give it up, I shall take notes in podology school for the main plotline as soon as I wrote the new chapter of Shaped