Sleep

Posted by glostarz | Kunimasa & Norio, Madarame Kunimasa, Sex Pistols, Tsuburaya Norio | Thursday 2 July 2009 4:56 pm
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Mood : bouncy
Music : The Crow Soundtrack

Sleep

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Kunimasa walked into his lounge to find Norio asleep on the couch. The missing link was curled around a cushion, purring in his sleep. His black ears and long tail were showing, the tail swishing slowly back and forth and the ears occasionally twitching at the minute sounds in the otherwise still apartment. The sun was streaming through the windows and Kunimasa knew that Norio was basking in the afternoon sun, just like other of his species. He loved coming home to a scene like this.

By the couch was a large, half empty glass of milk, droplets of water running down the edge as the liquid was so cool compared to the surrounding air. On a plate were the remains of a chocolate bar, the dark squares poking through the red paper and gold foil. It wasn’t often that Norio indulged in chocolate, but Kunimasa always loved to kiss him afterwards. Chocolate just enhanced his taste. He was already so sweet but the dark chocolate he liked added a bitter edge that he couldn’t get enough of. He had to admit it, he wanted to spend the rest of his life just watching him like this. He could drown in the beautiful image before him.

It had taken them a long while, especially for him, to get to this point, but he now knew it. He was completely, hopelessly and head over heals in love.

He was thoroughly ashamed when he remembered how this had all begun.

To start with Norio had been nothing more to him than an object. A premium, a missing link, something to make others jealous. Nothing more than a vessel his was going to use to bear his children. They had met by accident when Norio, his foot in plaster, had caught his scent, become distracted and fallen down the stairs at a train station. Norio had landed on Kunimasa’s back and after a sniff of the premium he had claimed him as he own straight away, not giving him a chance to say no. By force in fact. He had carried him off, marked him and that was that.

Norio had no idea what was happening to him. All he knew was since he broke his foot people were throwing themselves at him, both boys and girls, and he was getting sick of it. So when Kunimasa attacked him at the train station he had had enough. He had taken the next day off school and was on the point of refusing to leave the house ever again. And when Kunimasa had shown up at his house the next day trying to explain that he was part animal and an important and much wanted member of Zoomanity he had laughed and wanted to hit him. It took quite a while to convince him that he was telling the truth.

And then there was the physical side . . .

The physical side had been pretty much forced to begin with and it had taken a long while for anything more than kissing to happen. Partly because Norio was so innocent and resistant and also because Norio just couldn’t get the hang of keeping his true soul under control. Every time he got excited, out it came and the chances of anything else happening went out the window.

But now . . .

He watched Norio’s chest rise and fall as he was wrapped around a cushion on the sofa, a smile on his face. Cute. That was the only way to describe it. Cute.

As time had gone on he had begun to see Norio as more. More than an object, more than just a possession. Norio had obviously fallen for him heavily and quickly and to start with Kunimasa had seen the attention, clinginess and almost female behaviour as nothing more than a pain in the ass. But that wasn’t quiet right. For Norio it had been love at first sight, maybe even for him too but he had tried his hardest to deny it, to keep the feelings under wraps and push them away. He had never really bonded with anyone before, avoiding the situation as much as possible. He had had many girlfriends and had enjoyed each one so to him a male wasn’t a partner but just something that was needed.

How wrong he now knew he was.

He walked in to the kitchen. When Norio slept he slept hard and there was no way that he would wake up until Kunimasa shook him. He pulled the ingredients for Norio’s favourite meal from the cupboards and began to cook.

He wanted to wake him up to something special.

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Norio moaned and rolled over, his shoulder being roughly shaken and rousing him from the dream he was having. A dream of him wrapped in Kunimasa’s arms, warm, safe and comfortable.

“Hey, Norio, wake up.” A voice whispered in his ear.

Norio blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes before slowly pulling himself into a sitting position. He yawned and stretched, completely cat like in his movements.

“Is it time to get up?” He asked, hoping the answer was no.

“It’s time for dinner.”

Kunimasa stood up and walked into the kitchen as Norio swung his legs off the sofa and stood, his eyes finally scanning the room. When he saw the dining table his mouth dropped open.

“Wh . . . what?”

The table was set, his favourite food all laid out ready and there were candles too.

“I just thought, well, I never really express myself. I mean, I rarely tell you how much you mean to me. So I wanted to do something to show you. You know?”

Norio smiled. Kunimasa wasn’t really a man of words, more a man of actions. So by cooking for him and making a fuss like this was saying more than he was capable of through words alone.

Norio smiled and walked towards the table.

“Well,” he said, his face breaking out into a grin, “once I’ve eaten this delicious main course you cooked for me,” he strolled up to Kunimasa, swinging his hips and purring. He put his hands on Kunimasa’s chest, scratching him and making sure to catch his pectoral muscles. “After main course,” he went on tiptoe and whispered into Kunimasa’s ear, “you can have me for dessert.”

And with that Norio stalked over to the table, sitting in his chair on the left. All Kunimasa could do was stare after him, open mouthed.

Admin post #2

Posted by Neon | Admin | Sunday 28 June 2009 10:17 pm
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Mood : drained
Music : Harry Belafonte: Jump in The line

Ok, new layout up.  If you see an error at the top, just refresh.  That usually fixes it.  I added a plugin that allows you to post the mood you’re in right now along with what you’re listening to.

As for me, I’m going to try to get a fic started.  But, since I injured myself at work (smashed my finger), typing isn’t easy for me right now.  So, its slow go right now.

Any questions, you can either comment here or send me an email.

Admin Post

Posted by Neon | Admin | Wednesday 24 June 2009 7:19 pm
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Just a heads up, there will be a new layout coming up this weekend (though, I need to make a header XD).  The database will be backed up, along with fanfiction/posts.  So, if you visit or working on a fic and notice some changes, its just me uploading/fixing the layout.

Any suggestions for the header?  If you have any icons/avatars you want to use, please email it to me and I’ll upload it.

Remember!  Save your fan fiction as you go, that way, if something happens, it’ll be saved (believe me, its worth saving constantly)

If you have any questions, feel free to email me at kellie [at] beautiful-beast [dot] net.

Oh Baby

Posted by glostarz | Fujiwara Shirou, Madarame Yonekuni, Yonekuni & Shirou | Wednesday 24 June 2009 2:16 pm
  

Oh Baby

Ok, I promised I would NEVER write an Mpreg, but I got challenged – you know who you are – and I can never turn down a challenge!

Anyway. She challenged me to write this story. All I can do is apologise if it’s a load of rubbish.

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Yonekuni Madarame had been watching his lover like a hawk for a week.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful man and his precious cargo. He had eventually managed to impregnate Shirou and the poor wolf had now been carrying the infant for just over nine long months. He was obviously extremely tired, had suffered horrendous morning sickness throughout and the kid was perhaps the most active baby the world had ever know. But, typically for Shirou, he hadn’t complained once. In fact, he had repeatedly said how much having Yonekuni’s baby meant to him and how he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

And that was a promise Yonekuni was going to hold him to.

He watched as the heavily pregnant wolf walked from the kitchen to the front room, putting objects back where they should be along the way. Restless? Check. Nesting? Check. A week overdue? Check. His nerves were starting to get a tiny bit frazzled. His eyes moved to Shirou’s back as he straightened and then rubbed the base of his spine.

“Are you ok?” He asked, already partly off the sofa and ready to grab Shirou’s hospital bag and run them out the door.

Shirou turned to his jittery lover and smiled. He knew that Yonekuni was nervous, just like Kunimasa had been when Norio had reached nine months, but he would be the first to know when anything happened. And at least they knew what it would be like and what to expect as Norio had been there before, and would again in six months time.

“It’s just backache. You know how often that happens now.”

Yonekuni nodded. They had been to all the classes together and he knew what to expect and what Shirou was going through. But that didn’t mean that every time he had a slight look of pain on his face or moved strangely or even stroked his bump he didn’t jump to the conclusion that he had gone into labour. He knew that actually, by now, Shirou was in pain a lot of the time. The baby was pressing on his spine, on his bladder, his hips. He also knew how much it was kicking as he often stayed awake to watch Shirou’s stomach moving. It was no wonder he was so uncomfortable.

Shirou let out a slow breath and sank down on the sofa beside Yonekuni. He smiled and held him tight, placing his hands over Shirou’s as Shirou played with the baby inside him, his fingers pressing against the occasional foot or hand visible through his skin. Shirou shifted once or twice, his body finding it impossible to relax. Yonekuni took his hands from Shirou’s bump and placed them on his hips, his thumbs pushing in to his lower back and applying pressure just where it was needed. Shirou moaned and sagged in his lovers arms, finally finding relief from the discomfort he’d been suffering all morning.

“No sign of anything happening yet?”

Shirou smiled and giggled. He was as desperate to be holding their baby as Yonekuni was, only he had more reasons for wanting it out and in his arms.

“Well . . .” He felt Yonekuni go tense behind him. “I’ve been feeling pretty uncomfortable all day.” He felt Yonekuni tense up even more. “So although nothings happened yet, I don’t think it’s going to be long before it does.”

Yonekuni nestled his nose in Shirou’s neck, rubbing it up and down gently. Then he stood up and helped Shirou to his feet.

“Well, you know what the nurse said.” Shirou raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “Swallowing semen can induce labour. It’s the chemicals in it.”

Shirou licked his lips. “Oh, I remember.”

Yonekuni looked at his lover, his eyes predatory. He took Shirou’s hand and led him through to the bedroom where Shirou sat on the bed. Yonekuni stood in front of him, smiling down at his wonderful wolf.

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At about seven that night Shirou began to feel rather strange. He had a meal in front of him but he wasn’t hungry or thirsty, so he just pushed it to one side. The baby had become completely still in the last half hour and the pressure of it on his back and hips was rapidly becoming unbearable. He also had strange pains, like the tiny contractions he’d been having for weeks. Only they were a little bit stronger and, in some way he couldn’t fathom, different. It wasn’t enough to make him question what was going on yet, although he was curious about it.

He was pottering in the kitchen clearing up from dinner, trying to find a way to relieve the pressure in his back, when the next tiny contraction came. Unlike the others, and the little ones he’d been having all week, this one was actually a little on the uncomfortable side. It crossed his mind that he might just be going in to labour. Maybe the contractions he’d been having since about seven o’clock weren’t just practice ones but perhaps the real thing. Maybe he really had been in labour for the past two hours.

He didn’t think it was necessary to tell Yonekuni just yet. After all, the contractions were tiny, he’d been having ones like this on and off for weeks, only not quite as strong. And he wasn’t really sure he was in labour, so why worry the heavyweight? He put both hands on his bump and with his palms he began to stroke in slow, calming circles. Usually when he did this a hand or foot pressed out to meet him. But not this time. The infant stayed resolutely still.

Shirou found that walking round and round the living room with his palms pressed into his lower back aided his discomfort. He had sent Yonekuni off to have a bath about five minutes ago to try and calm him down. He always spent a very long time in the bath. If this was the real thing he would be of no use to Shirou if he was a jabbering mess. As the time passed the tiny contractions had continued to come, slowly getting less tiny and raising the pain level. It had now been three hours since they first started and he was beginning to admit to himself that, yes, the baby wanted out. Tonight.

He knew that they wouldn’t perform the caesarean until the contractions were about five to ten minutes apart and currently he was having one about every twenty minutes.  At that point another contraction gripped him, this time causing him to stop moving and hiss through his teeth. He looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes. He really should tell Yonekuni soon. But he was still in control, still dealing with it easily. When he felt the contractions were picking up and he needed support he’d ask for it.

He walked into the bedroom and picked up his hospital bag. He laid it on the bed and began to check the contents. Pyjamas, underwear, sleeper suit for the little one, some bottles of water, some snacks, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo and some socks. He would only be in over night and then he would be allowed to come home – as long as Yonekuni was there to look after him of course. Once he had unpacked everything and it was to his liking he put it all back. He was feeling very restless at the moment and wasn’t really sure what to do with himself.

While Yonekuni was in his bath the contractions really started to pick up and before Shirou was really sure how it happened they were about twelve minutes apart and each one had him leaning against something and breathing heavily. And they hurt. Not unbearably so, but enough to make him start to think that he needed his lover there to help. He pushed himself up from the wall, where he had just been leaning, as the contraction passed and began to stroke his bump with both hands. He didn’t know the best way to approach Yonekuni and tell him of his impending fatherhood. He carefully walked back to the bedroom, picked up the hospital bag and placed it on the sofa.

The next thing he heard was the bathroom door open and close and Yonekuni moving around in the bedroom. He knew that he would get dressed again as Shirou was still dressed and then he would come and find him. Shirou stood in the middle of the room, waiting for Yonekuni to come in. He was excited and nervous at the same time and just knew that Yonekuni was going to overreact and he was trying not to laugh at that. He smiled and rubbed his bump again. ‘Soon’ was the only word going through his mind.

Without warning another contraction gripped him, and this one was the worst yet. He doubled over and moaned loudly, unable to hold in the sound. Within seconds Yonekuni was in the room.

“Shirou?”

His mouth dropped open as he took in the image before him. Shirou was bent double and holding his bump, breathing deliberately slowly and heavily. On the sofa was his hospital bag.

“Sh . . . Shirou?” He ran up and wrapped his arm around his lover. “Is it . . . are you . . . baby?”

For a few minutes Shirou could do nothing but breathe and concentrate on what his body was doing. The pain was definitely kicking up a notch and he was now very pleased that Yonekuni was here. Once the contraction was over he looked up at Yonekuni with a massive smile on his face and nodded.

A look of panic flashed across the blonds face. “How far apart are the contractions?”

Shirou looked at his watch, his eyebrows rising as he realised how close together they had become.

“Um . . . ten minutes.”

“TEN MINUTES??” Yonekuni shouted. “It’s moving too quickly.” He let Shirou go and grabbed the bag from the sofa. “We better go quickly because . . . “

“Yonekuni . . .” Shirou interrupted his panicking lover. “It’s ok. It’s  . . . er . . . not moving too fast.”

“What do you mean?”

It suddenly struck Yonekuni that he had asked Shirou how far apart his contractions were and he had answered. He had obviously had a few.

“Shirou, when did it start?”

“Well . . . it . . . I wasn’t sure I was in labour for a while, and then . . .”

“Shirou . . .”

“Since about seven o’clock I think . . .”

Yonekuni’s mouth dropped open. “Since seven?”

“I wasn’t sure to start with and then . . .”

Yonekuni leant down and kissed his lover quickly on the mouth.

“You should have told me earlier.” Shirou suddenly bent over, grabbing Yonekuni, as another contraction rippled through him. “But I guess right now that doesn’t matter.”

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The drive to the hospital passed much too slowly for Yonekuni’s liking. His wolf was leaning back in his seat, his hands rubbing his bump, and letting out the occasional moan and panting breath as contractions gripped him. By the time they had finally arrived at the maternity ward they were seven minutes apart. They had somehow got to the desk and been whipped straight upstairs where Shirou’s things had been put in a room and he was whisked off to surgery to deliver the baby.

Yonekuni sat by Shirou’s side in the operating theatre, holding his hand tightly as the doctor began the operation. Shirou had been numbed from the waist down and was gripping Yonekuni back just as tightly.

“Ok, bit of pressure.” The doctor said.

They heard a rush of fluid as Shirou’s stomach was opened and his womb, courtesy of the womb worm, was cut open. For a few seconds nothing happened and all Shirou could feel was pressure as his insides were pulled about. Then suddenly they heard the most amazing sound either had ever heard.

A baby crying.

“Congratulations dads.” The doctor said, passing a small bundle to a nurse.

The nurse accepted the bundle, cleaned the baby up and wrapped it in a blanket before placing it in Yonekuni’s arms. Yonekuni stared down at his child with tears in his eyes.

“It’s . . . it’s . . . our baby.”

Yonekuni looked thoroughly stunned. He had waited for this moment for far too long and he couldn’t believe it was really here. A baby. His baby. His and Shirou’s. It was amazing.

Shirou reached out and brushed the face of their child, smiling as he made contact.

“Well?”

Yonekuni looked up upon hearing Shirou’s word, not really understanding what he meant or wanted.

”What?”

“What did I carry for nine months? Do we have a son or a daughter?”

Yonekuni blinked and then pulled back the blankets to take the traditional peak that would reveal the gender. He grinned from ear to ear.

“We have a daughter.”

Shirou just smiled. Yes, the journey here had been hell and labour was definitely not fun. But he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

What he didn’t know was that Yonekuni was already thinking about how to give his precious little girl a baby brother . . .

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