CRAZY SHOCKING AMAZING STORY XEL X MPREG MIDORI GAY YAOI STORY

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The dim lighting of the underground facility reflected a quiet, almost unsettling peace. Xel sat on the cold, metal chair, legs crossed as they stared down at a complex puzzle on the screen before them. Everything in this place seemed like a never-ending maze of challenges, but none were as mysterious as the person standing across from them—Midori. Or rather, the person Midori had become.

It had started a few months ago. Amidst the chaos of the death game, something unexpected occurred: Midori, the enigmatic and cruel puppet master behind so much suffering, was pregnant. It was surreal, even for a game as twisted as this one. At first, Xel had no idea how to react. Midori, the one they were supposed to hate, the one who had manipulated and hurt so many, now seemed… vulnerable.

Midori stood by the door, one hand resting protectively over the subtle bump of their stomach, a smirk still plastered on their face.

“Well, Xel, how long are you going to sit there? Don’t tell me you’ve given up already,” Midori teased, voice light yet still carrying the edge of his usual smugness.

Xel leaned back, crossing their arms. “I haven’t given up. Just thinking. Maybe you should rest. It can’t be good for you to be standing around all the time, you know, in your condition.”

Midori’s smirk faltered for a second, a flicker of something softer passing through his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by his usual self-assured grin. “Oh, worried about me now? How sweet. But I’m fine.”

Xel sighed, standing up from their chair and walking toward him. “Seriously, Midori. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

Midori’s green eyes narrowed slightly, his voice lowering to something quieter, almost unsure. “I’m not weak, Xel.”

“I never said you were.”

There was a pause, tension hanging thick in the air between them. For so long, their interactions had been filled with snark, mind games, and guarded words, but now, something had shifted. Xel had started to see beyond the mask that Midori wore, and for some reason, they couldn’t bring themselves to hate him. Not anymore.

Xel reached out, placing a hand gently on Midori’s arm. “You don’t always have to act tough, you know. It’s okay to let someone in.”

Midori’s breath hitched slightly, his eyes softening as he looked down at Xel’s hand. His usual confidence seemed to waver, as if he wasn’t sure how to respond to the kindness being offered to him. He was so used to being the one pulling the strings, the one in control, but now… things were different.

“You’re really strange, Xel,” Midori finally muttered, his voice unusually quiet.

Xel chuckled softly. “I could say the same about you.”

For a long moment, the two of them stood there in silence. Xel’s hand remained on his arm, neither of them pulling away. There was a warmth between them that neither had expected, a quiet understanding forming in the wake of so much confusion and conflict.

Midori glanced down at his belly, his hand still resting on the small curve. “I didn’t think I’d be capable of caring about anything or anyone in this place, you know,” he admitted, his voice soft and distant. “But this… it changes things.”

Xel smiled gently, their heart swelling with something they hadn’t felt in a long time—hope. “You’re not alone, Midori. You’ve got me.”

Midori blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in Xel’s voice. His smirk returned, though it lacked its usual malice. Instead, it was softer, almost fond. “I suppose I do, don’t I?”

Xel nodded, stepping a little closer. Their eyes met, and for the first time, there was no hostility, no games, just an unspoken connection between them. Midori, the person they never thought they could trust, had slowly become someone they cared about. And, in this strange, twisted world, maybe that was enough.

“I’ll protect you,” Xel whispered, their voice filled with quiet determination. “Both of you.”

Midori looked down at the slight swell of his stomach and then back up at Xel, something unspoken passing between them. For the first time in a long time, Midori allowed himself to relax, leaning slightly into Xel’s touch.

“Fine,” he muttered. “But don’t think this means I’m going soft.”

Xel smiled, a playful glint in their eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the cold, sterile walls of the facility, two unlikely souls found comfort in each other. In a world where life and death hung in the balance, the future was uncertain, but for now, they had each other—and that was enough.