surrogate labor

chapter three

WARNING: adult content in this chapter. (but not very much sorry to disappoint)

It was six in the morning and Akihiko woke up to feel something hard pressing into his thigh. He lay in bed for a few groggy moments wondering what it was. Turning his head, he realized that his brown-haired lover was curled up against his side eyes squeezed shut, arms clutching him tightly. A smirk crept across Akihiko's lips as he lay still, listening to the teenager's labored breathing and the little sounds escaping from his lips every now and then. Misaki's breathing quickened and turned into ragged gasps. He jerked his hips involuntarily, pressing himself harder into Akihiko's thigh. His unconscious moans were becoming louder and more urgent, forming into barely decipherable words, Akihiko could feeling his own desire growing, and he mustered all his effort to keep his hands off the boy. He continued observing Misaki for a few more seconds, knowing from the look of desperation on his face that the teenager was near his release. Soon, he heard a loud moan as Misaki convulsed against him, shouting out his name. "Usagi-san!" The youth rolled off Akihiko and slumped back on the bed, panting heavily. As his breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered open, Akihiko whispered against his ear teasingly. "You could have told me you needed relief."
"Huh...what are you talking about... Misaki continued panting, his mind still trying to focus. "You were heaving a wet dream and were grinding yourself against me." replied Akihiko matter-of-factly. "Wh-what?" Misaki gasped. "I did not! Stupid Usagi, you're lying!" Akihiko snorted amusedly. "Why don't you see for yourself?" Misaki glanced down and sat the large stain on his pajama pants. "Shit, shit, shit." he muttered. It had been a long time since he had made a mess of himself while he was asleep. He figured it must have accumulated over the past few weeks, since in the daytime, he was seldom in the mood to touch himself or et Akihiko touch him. As he lay in bed wondering how long this situation would last, his thoughts were diverted by a tightening sensation in his lower abdomen. Frowning, he ran a hand over the faint bulge of his abdomen, wondering if it was caused by what he just did. 'But I had no control over it!' He thought as he massaged the crampy area. "Hmm. At least you were screaming out my name and not someone else's." Akihiko said as he slid his fingers under Misaki's pajama top. "Baka Usagi, stop making fun of me," Misaki grumbled, pushing Akihiko's hand away and turning on his side so that his back was against the man. He sighed wearily as the first wave of queasiness for the morning began to build. Undeterred, Akihiko crawled above Misaki and gripped his face. "But you're the one who seduced me." he murmured before smothering the boy's lips with hungry kisses. "Ugh stop it!" Misaki protested, struggling to turn his face away. "I didn't do it on purpose and you know it."
"I don't care..." Akihiko ran his hands all over Misaki's chest and stomach and than began tugging at the waistband of his pajama pants. "I said STOP!" Misaki summoned al the strength he had and gave Akihiko an angry shove in the face. "Let go of me before I puke all over you again!" He yelled as he wriggled out of the man's grasp and bolted into the bathroom, just in time to empty his stomach's contents into the toilet. Akihiko was left kneeling on the bed with a dazed and rather disappointed look on his face. By the time he had finished his breakfast, the cramps were gone, and Misaki was thankful for that. The food seemed to have a calming effect. After his shower, he opened the bathroom door to see a pile of clothes lying ready for him n the bed. Akihiko had bought him a new pair of jeans, two sizes bigger than his old ones. Misaki sighed with relief as he slipped comfortably into them. As for shirts and sweaters, he could still wear his old ones as they were lose-fitting. When he had gotten dressed, he stood in front of the floor length mirror and smoothed the sweater over his stomach. His side profile looked like he had eaten a bit too much, nothing unusual beyond that. His classmates wouldn't be able to tell for now.

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The red sports car stopped just outside Mitsuhashi University. Misaki got out and walked through the front gates, taking in the fresh air and surroundings. He looked at the students going about their business and noticed how carefree they appeared. The past few weeks had gone by in a daze, but now it dawned on him that he was responsible for two lives inside him. Not one, but two little lives depended on him, and their fates were intertwined with his. Suddenly overcome by a feeling of protectiveness, he slowed down his footsteps and pressed a hand to his abdomen, smiling to himself. He couldn't wait foor the day he could feel them move. The lecture hall was almost empty. He had made it a point to arrive early so that he could grab the seat nearest to the exit, in case he needed to make a quick dash for the bathroom. A yawn fell out of his slips as he took out his textbooks. 'Oh no, this is not good,' he groaned inwardly. Class had not even started yet and he was already feeling sleepy. "Hey Misaki!" a high-pitched, melodious voice rang out, jolting him awake. He turned around to see a petite girl with long, flowing dark hair, bangs and shimmering ebony eyes, gazing excitedly at him with a fiery look in her eyes. She settled down in the seat next to his and he couldn't help but thinking that she looked extremely familiar. "Kaoruko..?" Misaki asked tentatively. Could she really be Akihiko's cousin? The last time they had met, the girl had requested to marry Akihiko. Misaki frowned as he tried to recall the long and complicated story behind it all, but couldn't. "Yeah it's me." Kaoruko's voice was unnaturally loud as she tried to sound casual, but she found herself blushing a deep crimson when Misaki's gaze met hers. "How have you been?"
"I'm good," Misaki replied with a smile. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in England or something?"
"Well...I got homesick," Kaoruko explained. "So I came back here and enrolled myself in Mitsuhashi University."
"Wow," Misaki raised his brow in surprise. "I thought you said you wanted to learn to be a pastry chef." The girl laughed and nodded earnestly. "I stil have that dream, but my dad wants me to get a degree in economics first."
"Oh...so that's why you're here."
"Actually, there's another reason why I'm here."
"Hmm?" Misaki listened with interest. "I miss baking cakes with you." Kaoruko said glancing at Misaki and then quickly averting her eyes to her books. When he heard that, Misaki was temporarily at a loss for words, as he recalled how Koaruko had once sort of hinted that she had a crush on him. "Uh...sure, maybe we can do that again same time." he said, smiling awkwardly. Fr some reason, he couldn't help but feel pleased that a girl was in love with him. Maybe it made him feel manly, which was what he needed right now. "So how were your summer holidays?"
"Oh, er, I went to the beaches at Okinawa," he lied. He couldn't possibly tell her how he had spent his entire summer. "You must have had a great time there! You're looking great- all rosy-cheeked!" Kaoruko leaned closer and fixed her brilliant dark eyes on Misaki. 'Rosy cheeked?' Somehow that made Misaki panic a little and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wondering if the girl woud be able to tell what was going on with him. Although he knew there wasn't anything wrong with being an surrogate 'mother', he could not help but feel embarrassed. The only three people who knew about his condition were Akihiko, his brother and his sister in law, and he intended to keep it at that. He was praying silently that she would not ask him any more questions, when his sensei Hiroki Kamijou, marched into the room. "Oh hey, lecture's starting!" Misaki quickly whispered. The two-hour lecture seemed like an eternity. Misaki was relieved that it was finally over and was packing his tings, getting ready to go when he heard his name being barked out in a rather furious tone. "Takahashi!' It was his lecturer, standing in front of his desk with his arms folded across his chest. The dark scowl on his face looked like a storm cloud about to erupt. Sensing that something was definitely not right, Misaki quickly scrambled to face his teacher. "Yes, sensei?" He asked his heart beating a little faster than usual. "Care to explain why you kept dozing off and going to the bathroom during class?" Kamijou's brown eyes pierced daggers into Misaki's soft green ones. "I'm- I'm sorry, sensei!"
"Are my lessons that boring?"
"No sensei! Your lessons are not boring at all!" replied Misaki, feeling the tears forming as the older man's steel gaze fixed on him. He had never been in his sensei's bad books, until now. Kamijou was well known to be a terror in the school. "Then what is the problem?"
"I-I'm feeling unwell..." Misaki said truthfully. The fierce scowl remained on Kamijou's face, but his voice took on a kinder tone. "Then you'd better see a doctor."
"I will! I'm sorry sensei!" Misaki continued apologizing profusely as his lecturer shook his head, gathered his books and stationary and walked out of the room. Misaki trudged out of the lecture hall, feeling so tired that he felt he could collapse onto the ground any moment. It was only halfway through the day and he was already exhausted. He sighed and fretted over how he would be able to cope in the coming weeks. Hunger pangs were nagging at him again, and the cramps were coming back. 'Alright you two, I know you're hungry,' he sighed, placing a hand on his abdomen to soothe the discomfort. He settled himself on a bench and took out his bento box. He was halfway through his lunch when he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him jump. "Hey Misaki!" The teenager lifted his head to see Sumi sempai with a wide grin on his face. Misaki instinctively felt his cheeks grow slightly hot as he recalled the nightmare where his senior was seducing his Usagi-san in the living room. 'For goodness sake, that was just a stupid nightmare. It's not like it's real. Stop thinking about all these crazy things''. he chided himself. "Hey...sempai." he blinked a few times. "Are you alright?" Sumi was staring at him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "You look zoned out."
"I'm fine..."
"Akihiko didn't give you a break last night huh?" Sumi winked, a devilish glint in his eyes. "What?" Misaki blushed so hard that he felt his ears were on fire. "It-it's not what you think. We're not-" Sumi chuckled and rested a hand on his junior's shoulder. "Okay, okay. I won't tease you anymore. So how's Akihiko lately?"
"Oh... he's busy as usual."
""I'm looking forward to seeing him at the book launch."
"Book launch?" Misaki's huge green eyes widened. Akihiko hadn't mentioned anything of the sort to him. A look of surprise swept over Sumi's face. "Don't you know about it? He's having a book launch in two month's time." Misaki scratched his head puzzled. "I think he must have told me, but I've forgotten about it."
"It's for the new novel he just completed -Sunset.  Haven't you read it?" It's a really touching and profound story. I couldn't put it down once I started."
"I, uh...skimmed through it." replied Misaki sheepishly. Sumi raised his brows and then chuckled softly. "You don't seem to have much in common with Akihiko, do you?" Misaki didn't reply, but merely laughed an uneasy laugh. "Don't mind me for asking, but how long do you two, er intend to stay together?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are the two of you just together for the, you know, physical stuff?" Misaki felt himself flaring up. "That's really none off your business." he burst out and then immediately regretted it when he realized how rude he sounded. "Oh I'm sorry I pissed you off." Sumi apologized. "I was just concerned." Misaki inhaled deeply and counted to then to stop himself from committing any murderous acts. "It's okay."
"Anyway, don't get me wrong. I know how you two are-."
"Sorry," Misaki cut him off abruptly. "I'm really not feeling too good at the moment. I really need to run." It was true, his legs were giving way and his bladder was demanding his attention yet again. "Alright, take care then. See you tomorrow!" Sumi flashed him a bright smile before turning his back.

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"What book launch? There won't be any book launch. I'm cancelling it." Akihiko said as he drove Misaki home in his sports car. Misaki turned to look at him, his brows knitted in surprise. "You're cancelling it? Why?"
"Because I don't want to leave you alone at home while I stay out partying."
"But-but it's your event, Usagi-san! It's really important!"
"No big deal really. You know I never cared for such things. I don't want to talk about my books and I don't want to meet all those people." the novelist said nonchalantly. "But won't Aikawa-san have a fit?"
"Let her. Besides, I'm currently busy working on my new book."
"A new book? What is it about?"
"It's a story about a girl getting pregnant at the age of thirteen.
"What?" Misaki scowled. "It doesn't seem like you to write such things. Baka Usagi, are you using me as fodder for your stories again!" Akihiko rolled his eyes and sighed. "Misaki, this story has absolutely nothing to do with you. It's about a thirteen year old girl, a high school student." Misaki huffed and looked out of the car window. At least it wasn't another of those Boys love novels.