surrogate labor

Chapter eight

warning, warning lemon later on in this chapter. If you don't want to read that you can just skip this chapter. It's filler material. Thank you.

Misaki swept his eyes across the lavish hotel ballroom where the book launch party was taking place. Well-dressed men and woman talked and mingled, reporters and cameramen scurried back and forth. A few celebrities were spotted among the crowd, one of them was a famous film director whom he guessed was interested in making a movie out of Akihiko's book. Scanning the area for Akihiko, he saw that the statuesque celebrity writer was preparing to go on stage. Misaki pulled his coat around him and quietly grabbed a seat in the far corner, trying to look as small and inconspicuous as possible. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to him and he was thankful for that. The host gave the introduction and the interview began. "Thank you all for coming. It is my pleasure to be here this evening." Akihito's deep, mesmerizing voice reverberated through the ballroom and Misaki rolled his eyes knowing it was an outright lie. 'Usagi-san's putting on his fake personality again -the kind he reserves for events like this.- "Tell us, Usami-san, what was the inspiration behind your book?" The silver haired author started talking and a rapt silence fell over the audience. Misaki listened intently while his mind struggled to reconcile the polished Akihiko on stage and the messy, eccentric, teddy-bear-loving Usagi-san he knew so well. A few minutes into the interview, his eyes began to wander to the audience and they rested on a gray-haired youth sitting in the second row from the front. He gasped when he realized it was Sumi-senpai. Misaki forced himself to look away and concentrate on what Akihiko was saying. Soon it was time for questions from the floor, and they came in non-stop from his fans, reporters, other young budding writers, and various members of the public. Misaki's heart skipped a beat when he saw Sumi stand up and speak into the microphone. "Usami-sensei, I had the privilege of reading your book before it's official launch and I loved every page of it."
"And your question?" Akihiko asked. "Well I don't really have a question for you. I just want to say that it's a pity that young people nowadays don't know how to appreciate good writing." Misaki frowned. 'Is he talking about me?' He knew he was probably being over-sensitive as he got emotional over petty much everything nowadays, but right now every word that came out of Sumi's mouth seemed to mock him. Akihiko, however, ignored the comment and merely thanked him politely. When the session ended the guests were invited to help themselves to a sumptuous buffet of food and drinks. Misaki lost sight of Akihiko among the crowd again and when he had found him, he saw, to his annoyance, that Sumi had approached the writer and had practically cornered him. Misaki sulked silently as he watched the two interacting, and turned away trying to convince himself that nothing was going on, that Akihiko wasn't the least bit interested. However when his eyes fell on them again, he noticed that his senior had his arm draped around Akihiko's shoulders. Misaki felt his blood pressure rise. He had a sudden impulse to step up and tell his senior to get lost, but restrained himself as he was afraid of attracting attention. As the night drew on, he began to feel more and more miserable and out of place. Everyone was enjoying the drinks but he couldn't even touch a single glass of wine. A sigh escaped Misaki's lips as he realized he had to go to the restroom again, and he weaved his way out of the crowd. When he stepped into the restroom, he found himself standing face to face with a familiar-looking man. It was Akihiko's brother. "Hey, Misaki. Nice to see you again," greeted Haruhiko. His face was flushed and he smelled of alcohol. Misaki was about to reply when black spots suddenly appeared before his eyes, his legs became jelly and Haruhiko caught him just as he was about to collapse.

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Misaki had no idea how much time had elapsed but when he awoke, he found himself lying on a massive, lush hotel bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows and soft blankets. It was so comfortable that he lay there contently for a moment before he realized something was not quite right. "You're awake," Haruhiko said, placing a hand on his cheek. "Argh...how did I end up here?" Misaki groaned and blinked his green eyes dazedly. He was feeling warm and a headache was creeping in. "You fainted into my arms just now," Haruhiko explained. "You must have had a drink too much."
"Huh? I'm- I'm sorry." Misaki said, trying to push himself up, but was held down by the larger man. Misaki took a good look at him and his eyes widened when he realized who his captor was. Something didn't seem right. 'Why would Haruhiko bother to attend his brother's book launch since they're not on talking terms.'
"Don't say sorry. It's fate that brought us so close together tonight. Don't you think so?" The tone of his voice and the intense look in his eyes made Misaki very uncomfortable. "I have to go." the teenager gulped, trying to get up again, but Haruhiko pinned him down on the bed effortlessly. "Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" he whispered as he began unbuttoning Misaki's shirt with slightly unsteady hands. "No please...I really have to go," Misaki pleaded. A sickening feeling of panic entered him as he recalled how Haruhiko had once locked him in the storeroom of his family mansion, forcing him to escape through the window. He dreaded to think what would have happened if Akihiko hadn't come to his rescue in time. Haruhiko ignored his protests. Breathing loudly, he slid his hands over Misaki's chest and stomach and what he felt made him pause in surprise. "Oh Misaki, you've grown a beer belly." he chuckled. Misaki made a face as his hand instinctively moved to his stomach to calm down the movements inside. "Please...stop touching me. I'm not interested in you." he said in a shaky voice, tensing up as Haruhiko's hand dipped between his legs. "Your body says otherwise," Haruhiko sniggered as he continued to tease Misaki's erection, drawing an involuntary moan from the youth. Lost in the intense sensation for a while, Misaki soon came to his senses and thrust his arms forward, giving the man a determined shove. "No! I can't betray Usagi-san!" The rejection did not discourage Haruhiko. "Your Usagi-san doesn't have to now," he said, reaching down and unzipping his own pants. "He's out there enjoying himself."
"That's not the point!" Misaki cried and Haruhiko's free hand raced to restrain the boy's thrashing arms, holding them high above his head. They were interrupted by a loud knocking at the door, accompanied by Akihiko's voice. "Misaki! Are you in there? Misaki!" Misaki opened his mouth to shout, but Haruhiko muffled the sound by crashing his own lips over the teenager's. The knocking continued for a moment and then it was gone. Fear began to seep into Misaki, and frantic tears sprang from his eyes when he realized he was going to be raped. He prayed silently that Akihiko had gone to get help from the hotel staff. "I've been longing for you from afar. Just let me satisfy you for once okay? You won't regret it." Haruhiko coaxed as he forced his tongue inside the boy's mouth. Misaki squeezed his eyes shut as revulsion washed over him. The kiss seemed to last an eternity. Haruhiko withdrew his lips and began to undress the resisting teenager, pulling at his pants with one hand while the other held him down. "Now, just keep still, my angel. I promise you it won't hurt." Misaki's breath hitched when he felt his captors hands on his lower back. He was trembling all over and felt like throwing up. "Wait," he gasped. "What's the matter?" Haruhiko asked as he ran his fingers over the smooth skin of Misaki's bottom. "I need to go to the bathroom. I've got a stomachache!"
"Just ignore it. It'll go away."
"No, I really need to go! Please!" At that very moment, the door banged open with a loud thud and Akihiko burst into the room. The writer's jaw dropped when he saw his brother perched half-naked on top of his beloved. Haruhiko turned around and stared at his brother, squarely in the eye, as if challenging him. "Get the fuck off him!" Akihiko shouted furiously, violet eyes blazing. "You came too late. We're just done." Haruhiko taunted. "NO!" Misaki cried, frantically trying to pull his pants back on. "He's lying! We didn't do anything!" Haruhiko turned towards Misaki, his lips pursed into a sneer. "Come on, you know we both enjoyed it. And besides, you were the one who seduced me."
"I did NOT seduce you!" Tears were now gushing down Misaki's cheeks and he was also hyperventilating. Seeing how distressed his beloved was, Akihiko wasted no time. He strode over and gave his brother a mighty push, sending him sprawling on the floor. The intoxicated man burst out laughing. "Misaki's mine now! Whatever you have, I can have too!" Akihiko ignored him and swiftly picked Misaki up from the bed. Just as he was leaving the room, he fired a menacing glare at Haruhiko. "I warned you before. You will regret this." he growled. With that, he strode out with his precious cargo in his arms and carried him all the way back into his hotel suite, ignoring the curious stares from passers-by. All the way there trying to calm the poor boy down. Inside his room Akihiko placed his beloved gently on the bed and poured him a glass of water. Misaki lay there for a moment with his shirt open, recovering his breath some more. "Usagi-san...I'm so glad you came," he sighed, taking a sip of water after Akihiko helped him up to a sitting position. "Are you alright?" Akihiko asked, his violet eyes running over him for signs of injury. Misaki nodded his head weakly. "You shouldn't have gone off without telling me," the writer reprimanded softly. "I needed to go to the restroom. And besides...you were busy talking to Sumi-senpai." Misaki blurted rather resentfully and turned his head aside. "And you're jealous of that?"
"That's a dumb question, Baka," Misaki muttered, refusing to look at his partner. "Well, what were you doing in Haruhiko's room then?"
"I think I fainted outside the restroom...and then I ended up in his bed somehow."
"That bastard," Akihiko's eyes flashed. "What did he do to you?" Misaki's large shimmering eyes turned to meet Akihiko's. "We didn't do anything. It wasn't like what he said! I kept saying no, kept trying to get out but he pushed me down - but nothing happened! Please Usagi-san, you have to believe me!" his voice was rising to a fever pitch and Akihiko could sense his desperation. "I believe you." Akihiko ran his fingers through his beloved's slightly damp hair and it seemed to have a soothing effect on Misaki, whose breathing gradually slowed down to normal. "Usagi-san..."
"What do you need?"
"I don't know. I feel so hot." Akihiko looked at his beloved's flushed face, felt his slightly feverish forehead and went to the bathroom to get a wet towel. Meanwhile Misaki peeled off his shirt to cool himself down. The move exposed his belly fully and when Akihiko saw it, he realized at that moment, that the youth did indeed look rather pregnant. It was a rather strange sight and took some getting used to. Leaning over, he wiped his beloved's face carefully with the wet towel, and while he was doing it he could not resist skimming his hand over the stretched skin of Misaki's belly. His fingers then moved to trace Misaki's enlarged, sensitive nipples, drawing a sharp hiss from the youth. Without a word, Misaki shakily undid his pants and Akihiko helped him to take them off. Under normal circumstances he would have torn off the boy's clothes in a second, but now he found himself being extra careful and gentle. Misaki flinched when Akihiko's hand brushed against the hard bulge restrained by his underwear. "Misaki," he said softly. Seeing how aroused his beloved was, Akihiko freed him from his underwear. Misaki silently turned and buried his face into the pillow. Akihiko eased his hand between the teenager's legs and stroked him slowly and firmly, drawing a muffled moan. This was one of the rare times that Misaki did not resist, and Akihiko moved down to tease his engorged manhood with his lips and tongue, making him gasp and moan even louder. "Misaki." he repeated, looking up. "Are you okay? Look at me." he coaxed. His beloved turned reluctantly, but Akihiko recognized the look of need in his eyes. "Usagi-san..." Akihiko understood what he wanted and freed himself from his pants, leaving them on the floor. "Are you comfortable like this?" he asked placing a hand lightly on Misaki's hip. The teen mumbled something incoherent and turned to his side, pressing his face against the pillow again. Akihiko made no move to stop him, knowing how shy he was when they got intimate. He simply continued with his caresses. "Usagi-san...I...I can't control myself anymore," he moaned in a frustrated voice into the pillow. "Me neither." Akihiko said hoarsely. After a moment's hesitation he eased one lubricated finger into the boy and tentatively explored him. It had been a long time since they had done this, and he wanted to let Misaki get used to the feeling again. Misaki winced and squirmed a little at the invading finger. It felt different now that he was pregnant. Perhaps it was the extra pressure on his back passage, making it feel as if there was already something jammed down there. Carefully, taking the cue from his beloved, Akihiko inserted another finger, and then another. The little sounds of pleasure escaping the boys lips told him that he was rubbing the right spot deep within. "I'm going to burst," Misaki complained as he shifted his legs a little to get comfortable. "Lie on your back," Akihiko said, knowing it was time. Misaki did as he was told and bend his knees with his feet on the bed, while his partner contemplated his position for a moment. "I need you to lift yourself up a bit." Misaki raised his hips slightly and Akihiko eased a pillow underneath him. "Relax, I'll try not to make it hurt too much, okay?" he was amazed at himself for holding back this much. It just didn't seem right bulldozing his way through when the boy was in such a vulnerable state. Misaki said nothing, laying still with his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his heart pounding so loudly he was sure his lover could hear it. Gasping the boys thighs, Akihiko pushed himself in slowly. Misaki gasped and almost screamed out loud at the burning feeling that seared through him. "Stop, wait...it hurts," he begged. "Try to relax, you're very tense." the older man said, but recognizing how uncomfortable Misaki was, he stopped moving for a while waiting for the pain to subside. "Is it better now?" Akihiko asked after a couple of minutes had passed. Misaki nodded as the tension in his face eased a little. Akihiko took the cue and continued pushing in bit by bit, drawing gasps and moans with each push. When he had gone all the way in, he leaned over and kissed Misaki on the lips, before withdrawing himself slowly. "Is this okay?" The boy nodded and swallowed. Akihiko held him firmly and shoved into him again, this time a little more urgently. In response Misaki twisted his face and tears began oozing from his eyes as the pain filled him. It was pain mixed with pleasure, caused by the deep thrusts hitting his sweet spot. A few more thrusts and Misaki's breathing grew frenzied as he reached his limit. Finally, he let out a loud moan as rhythmic waves of pleasure erupted between his legs. "That's fast," said Akihiko between grunts as he worked his hips and climaxing a couple thrusts later. Overcome by embarrassment, Misaki turned his red face aside as the man pulled out and continued soft caresses. "Misaki..." Akihiko breathed. "Are you alright?" The teenager whimpered as he blinked back tears, feeling so sore that he did not dare to move at all. Akihiko nestled his face against the boy's soft brown hair. "It's been such a long time since we did this."
"I-I know." Akihiko lay there contently watching his beloved for a while before getting up to run a warm bath for him, helping to clean him up. "Does it still hurt a lot?" Akihiko asked. Misaki shook his head, but he seemed to be bothered by something else. "Usagi-san, is this - wrong?" he asked, sniffling. "Wrong? What are you talking about?"
"What we just did."
"There's nothing wrong with enjoying yourself while pregnant." Akihiko assured him. Misaki's hand moved to touch his belly. "They don't know anything do they?"
"Of course not. They're blissfully unaware." Akihiko smiled.