[FIC] - Donuts - Tora/Nao - Oneshot
Title: Donuts
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mpreg, romance, angst?
Pairings: Tora/Nao
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I just couldn't get this out of my head for a few days.
Rainchaser's Stories
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Nao awoke in an empty bed, much to his surprise. He turned around and rubbed his eyes to see what the clock said since it was still dark. It was only a little past three in the morning, he had only gotten two hours of sleep so far. So why was he awake and where was his lover? A clattering sound perked his ears. He got up and wrapped a navy blue bathrobe around his body before he began his search for whatever Tora was doing in the middle of the night.
He found the tall guitarist bend over with his head in the fridge. For a moment he just stood there in the doorframe, admiring the lovely backside in the black thin cotton pants Tora used to wear at night, since three weeks accompanied by a kagrra, band shirt.
Nao cleared his throat to get attention. The taller first hit his head on the edge of the fridge before he turned around.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The drummer said and walked over to caress the back if the other's head.
"Did I wake you up? Those boxes just fell out and-"
Nao smiled and shrugged it off. "It's ok, but why are you up?"
"I was kind of hungry." Tora said and closed the fridge.
"After that feast we had for dinner?" He cocked an eyebrow but chuckled. He wasn't the one to talk, he could eat whenever food was served.
Tora nodded and sighed.
"Sit down, I'll make us some sandwiches."
"You don't have to, Nao."
"Now that you mentioned food I'm hungry myself, so I'm going to make some sandwiches. Just relax a little, you seem so tense recently." He gave the taller a slight push towards the small, high kitchen table where he sat down on a stool with his arms folded on his chest.
He closed his eyes and breathed deep to relax. He couldn't. He was tense and hungry.
"Ne, Tora, why is only one donut left?" Nao asked sounding a little shocked.
"I ate the rest." Tora admitted, eyes still closed. He placed his folded arms on the table and rested his head on them.
"You ate four of my donuts? I thought you hate them!"
"I do." Was the muffled answer.
"They are filled with marshmallow cream, you wouldn't even try them if I asked you." Tora didn't need to open his eyes, the confusion that was written on Nao's face was audible.
"Didn't you want to make sandwiches?"
He heard the drummer huff and felt sorry for his harsh tone. He listened to him shuffle, open drawers and cupboards.
"Maybe you're so hungry because you stopped smoking." Nao tried to start a conversation.
Too close to the truth. "Yeah, that could be it."
"And it would explain why you're so grumpy." He sounded cheery, but something told the taller he was serious.
"I'm not grumpy."
"Come on, you're so grumpy you don't jump me every night anymore. I already thought it's because I'm too chubby for you."
Tora snorted. "Nao, I love you and you're not chubby. You compare yourself to Saga way too often."
The older giggled. "So how come you don't want me? And why the shirt every night, you didn't wear a shirt for years."
He didn't answer, but opened his eyes as a plate was placed in front of him on the table. He sat up.
"Thanks." He mumbled and dug in.
Cheese, eggs and boiled ham, delicious. Nao sat down on the other side with his own plate.
"You don't take showers in the morning with me anymore."
"But I'm making breakfast so you don't have to worry where to get your first coffee." He didn't want to talk about it.
"Yes, I really appreciate that, but I miss you." He spoke around his mouthful.
"I'm right here, no need to miss me." Tora reached over to pet Nao's left hand with his own.
"The sex, I miss the sex. We haven't had any for about three weeks. I'm wondering what's wrong."
"Don't look at me like that, you know I love you!" He couldn't create eye contact. "I'm just not feeling that well."
Nao stayed silent until he finished his first sandwich. Tora felt his eyes scrutinize him and it made him feel something close to panic. He pulled back his hand and used it to tug his shirt further down, just to make sure nothing could be seen.
"You can tell me whatever it is."
"I'm ok." He lied and stuffed his mouth with another sandwich as an excuse to not speak any further.
Nao watched him a little longer and when his lover had finished all his food he put his third one onto his plate. "You seem really hungry."
Something was off, he could tell it. But what exactly?
"Thank you." The guitarist smiled and took a big bite from the little gift.
All food eaten, the drummer took both of their plates and hopped of his stool to put them into the dishwasher. He closed the machine and leaned against it, looking at Tora again to solve the riddle. The taller got up and touched the spot where he had hit his had earlier. It made his shirt rise to reveal pale skin of his belly. Nao only wanted to look because he admired everything about his lover's body, but what he saw wasn't what he had expected.
"Tora, you're already showing!"
Shocked, Tora pulled down his shirt in a rushed move and stepped backwards to hit against the table. He felt his blood drain from his face, cold and hot at the same time. A hard knot formed in his throat as Nao approached him and shoved his hands away to pull up the shirt.
"Awww, why didn't you say something."
"Don't go awww on me." He cupped his tiny womb in both hands to block the view.
"Why did you hide this from me?" Nao seemed to be torn between hyper excitement and worry.
"It's not like I intended to be ... this." He looked away, trying to find something to set his eyes on that wasn't Nao.
"Oh my, the others would be so happy for you." he placed his own hands above Tora's since he didn't move them away.
"Please, don't tell them!" His head snapped back to show pleading eyes.
"Why not? Oh you know how Shou loves kids!"
"They'd think that I - you know ..." He couldn't find the right words.
"So that's what it's all about? You don't want them to know that you bottom sometimes?" Amusing, somehow. Yet it hurt Nao a little.
"You know, I have this reputation and what would the fans think and ... It's not very manly to get pregnant." He knit his brows.
"Mister Manriiness, you're one of the few men able to actually get pregnant, you should be proud and not ashamed. And that you bottom isn't that much of a secret."
Tora blushed and growled. "Reita would make fun of me for the rest of my life."
"Reita is a jerk! But why didn't you tell me?"
Tora sighed heavily. "It would mean so much extra work for you. I mean, what about the summer tour? And recording? I would have to take a break for at least a few weeks and ... ugh."
Frustrated, he threw his arms into the air and Nao took that chance to wrap his arms around him. "So what? The tour dates aren't published yet, we can cancel them without any problem. You can still write music and play guitar, recording will be no problem at all." He spoke and kissed the taller man's neck. "Or..." He pulled back a little to look at him. "You don't want it?"
Tora embraced the drummer in a tight hug. "Don't be silly. I'm just scared shitless."
"If it is a boy you could name him Tora."
"What if it is a girl as cute as you?" He kissed Nao's forehead. He was still scared, but now he wasn't alone anymore.
"We'll think of something perfect, ne?" He snug his hand onto the little curve and touched it, smiling brightly.
"Nao" Tora began a hesitant phrase. "I don't want to sound greedy or anything, but could I have the last donut?"
"Only if you take a shower with me in the morning."
And there it was again, their mad giggling in unison they only ebbed as they kissed.
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... Too cheesy?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mpreg, romance, angst?
Pairings: Tora/Nao
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I just couldn't get this out of my head for a few days.
Rainchaser's Stories
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Nao awoke in an empty bed, much to his surprise. He turned around and rubbed his eyes to see what the clock said since it was still dark. It was only a little past three in the morning, he had only gotten two hours of sleep so far. So why was he awake and where was his lover? A clattering sound perked his ears. He got up and wrapped a navy blue bathrobe around his body before he began his search for whatever Tora was doing in the middle of the night.
He found the tall guitarist bend over with his head in the fridge. For a moment he just stood there in the doorframe, admiring the lovely backside in the black thin cotton pants Tora used to wear at night, since three weeks accompanied by a kagrra, band shirt.
Nao cleared his throat to get attention. The taller first hit his head on the edge of the fridge before he turned around.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The drummer said and walked over to caress the back if the other's head.
"Did I wake you up? Those boxes just fell out and-"
Nao smiled and shrugged it off. "It's ok, but why are you up?"
"I was kind of hungry." Tora said and closed the fridge.
"After that feast we had for dinner?" He cocked an eyebrow but chuckled. He wasn't the one to talk, he could eat whenever food was served.
Tora nodded and sighed.
"Sit down, I'll make us some sandwiches."
"You don't have to, Nao."
"Now that you mentioned food I'm hungry myself, so I'm going to make some sandwiches. Just relax a little, you seem so tense recently." He gave the taller a slight push towards the small, high kitchen table where he sat down on a stool with his arms folded on his chest.
He closed his eyes and breathed deep to relax. He couldn't. He was tense and hungry.
"Ne, Tora, why is only one donut left?" Nao asked sounding a little shocked.
"I ate the rest." Tora admitted, eyes still closed. He placed his folded arms on the table and rested his head on them.
"You ate four of my donuts? I thought you hate them!"
"I do." Was the muffled answer.
"They are filled with marshmallow cream, you wouldn't even try them if I asked you." Tora didn't need to open his eyes, the confusion that was written on Nao's face was audible.
"Didn't you want to make sandwiches?"
He heard the drummer huff and felt sorry for his harsh tone. He listened to him shuffle, open drawers and cupboards.
"Maybe you're so hungry because you stopped smoking." Nao tried to start a conversation.
Too close to the truth. "Yeah, that could be it."
"And it would explain why you're so grumpy." He sounded cheery, but something told the taller he was serious.
"I'm not grumpy."
"Come on, you're so grumpy you don't jump me every night anymore. I already thought it's because I'm too chubby for you."
Tora snorted. "Nao, I love you and you're not chubby. You compare yourself to Saga way too often."
The older giggled. "So how come you don't want me? And why the shirt every night, you didn't wear a shirt for years."
He didn't answer, but opened his eyes as a plate was placed in front of him on the table. He sat up.
"Thanks." He mumbled and dug in.
Cheese, eggs and boiled ham, delicious. Nao sat down on the other side with his own plate.
"You don't take showers in the morning with me anymore."
"But I'm making breakfast so you don't have to worry where to get your first coffee." He didn't want to talk about it.
"Yes, I really appreciate that, but I miss you." He spoke around his mouthful.
"I'm right here, no need to miss me." Tora reached over to pet Nao's left hand with his own.
"The sex, I miss the sex. We haven't had any for about three weeks. I'm wondering what's wrong."
"Don't look at me like that, you know I love you!" He couldn't create eye contact. "I'm just not feeling that well."
Nao stayed silent until he finished his first sandwich. Tora felt his eyes scrutinize him and it made him feel something close to panic. He pulled back his hand and used it to tug his shirt further down, just to make sure nothing could be seen.
"You can tell me whatever it is."
"I'm ok." He lied and stuffed his mouth with another sandwich as an excuse to not speak any further.
Nao watched him a little longer and when his lover had finished all his food he put his third one onto his plate. "You seem really hungry."
Something was off, he could tell it. But what exactly?
"Thank you." The guitarist smiled and took a big bite from the little gift.
All food eaten, the drummer took both of their plates and hopped of his stool to put them into the dishwasher. He closed the machine and leaned against it, looking at Tora again to solve the riddle. The taller got up and touched the spot where he had hit his had earlier. It made his shirt rise to reveal pale skin of his belly. Nao only wanted to look because he admired everything about his lover's body, but what he saw wasn't what he had expected.
"Tora, you're already showing!"
Shocked, Tora pulled down his shirt in a rushed move and stepped backwards to hit against the table. He felt his blood drain from his face, cold and hot at the same time. A hard knot formed in his throat as Nao approached him and shoved his hands away to pull up the shirt.
"Awww, why didn't you say something."
"Don't go awww on me." He cupped his tiny womb in both hands to block the view.
"Why did you hide this from me?" Nao seemed to be torn between hyper excitement and worry.
"It's not like I intended to be ... this." He looked away, trying to find something to set his eyes on that wasn't Nao.
"Oh my, the others would be so happy for you." he placed his own hands above Tora's since he didn't move them away.
"Please, don't tell them!" His head snapped back to show pleading eyes.
"Why not? Oh you know how Shou loves kids!"
"They'd think that I - you know ..." He couldn't find the right words.
"So that's what it's all about? You don't want them to know that you bottom sometimes?" Amusing, somehow. Yet it hurt Nao a little.
"You know, I have this reputation and what would the fans think and ... It's not very manly to get pregnant." He knit his brows.
"Mister Manriiness, you're one of the few men able to actually get pregnant, you should be proud and not ashamed. And that you bottom isn't that much of a secret."
Tora blushed and growled. "Reita would make fun of me for the rest of my life."
"Reita is a jerk! But why didn't you tell me?"
Tora sighed heavily. "It would mean so much extra work for you. I mean, what about the summer tour? And recording? I would have to take a break for at least a few weeks and ... ugh."
Frustrated, he threw his arms into the air and Nao took that chance to wrap his arms around him. "So what? The tour dates aren't published yet, we can cancel them without any problem. You can still write music and play guitar, recording will be no problem at all." He spoke and kissed the taller man's neck. "Or..." He pulled back a little to look at him. "You don't want it?"
Tora embraced the drummer in a tight hug. "Don't be silly. I'm just scared shitless."
"If it is a boy you could name him Tora."
"What if it is a girl as cute as you?" He kissed Nao's forehead. He was still scared, but now he wasn't alone anymore.
"We'll think of something perfect, ne?" He snug his hand onto the little curve and touched it, smiling brightly.
"Nao" Tora began a hesitant phrase. "I don't want to sound greedy or anything, but could I have the last donut?"
"Only if you take a shower with me in the morning."
And there it was again, their mad giggling in unison they only ebbed as they kissed.
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... Too cheesy?