Blue Star

Amethyst Kiss

Warnings: YAOI LEMON, male preggie fic.

Pairings: Seto/Jou (can yah guess which one gets preggie?)

Notes: This came from an inspiration I got when reading another preggy fic, which was so gracelessly titled ‘The First Yu-Gi-Oh Preggy Fic Ever’. I kinda figured there needed to be more of them out there, kinda how I decided that Rex/Weevil fics were the new ‘in’ thing.

Thanks: To NEB cuz he’s a doosh and helped me bounce ideas for this story line.

Reviewers: Thanks, to everyone who put their opinions in!

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I must have been crying again because Seto’s arms tightened a fraction where they were, wrapped around my waist. I shook my head and kissed his bare neck, my head still resting on his strong shoulder as the water continued to bubble around us calmly.

I was convinced Seto had spent too much on this room, the luxury suite, but he had refused to tell me the cost of a week’s stay in King Tut’s Temple [1]. It was a beautiful hotel, and the casino downstairs was incredibly alluring and a comfortable time waster. Right now though, at around ten o’clock at night, I wasn’t thinking about the gamblers downstairs, or the people in the rooms below us (we were the only ones on this floor because our suite was enormous), my entire thought process was focused merely on my husband. The handsome brunette, whose fingers were running delicate trails along my spine, smelled faintly of ginger, and I couldn’t get enough of it no matter how long we sat there, satisfied in each other’s arms.

He didn’t fully realize how long I had been waiting for this, after eight years of being together I had plenty of time to fantasize about how our wedding might have looked. And it had been that way; my real wedding had been perfect.



I fidget, lightly sweating and tugging at my sleeves nervously. I was jittery, but looking across the hall, I could peek into Seto’s room and see him pacing. The knowledge that my tall-dark-and-stoic husband-to-be could actually get that panicky made me smile and relax my tensed muscles a little as my personal tailor put the finishing touches on my white slacks.

To the opposite of popular belief, and to Yami’s joke, I had refused to wear a dress.

Instead, I found my self fitted into a perfect, cream-colored tux, complete with a navy blue, silk undershirt and white tie to match. Seto’s outfit however was almost the exact opposite. His suit a rich black, his undershirt a chocolate brown and his bowtie black as well. As much as the brown didn’t do for his beautiful cobalt eyes it was the fact that our shirts corresponded with our fiancée that made the difference.

After what seemed like hours I was finally led around to the entrance to the church, and with a deep sigh, I started down the aisle alone. My father had refused to believe I was gay long ago, when we had still been in high school, so him not being here now didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would, but seeing my mother and Shizuka, eyes shining, filled me to the core gleefully. All I could really focus on besides that was Seto waiting for me at the end of the aisle.

I could see from the corners of my eyes, Yu-Gi sitting to my right, his large, innocent purple eyes glistening with happy tears, Ryou and Bakura, the old spirit actually grinning while Ryou’s smile seemed to touch his ears, Anzu in the front row, Mai standing off to the side, and Yami’s place next to my Seto, having been chosen for best man with Honda at his left. I hadn’t really believed that a few of the people here would come, seeing as how we had been old rivals back in Duelist Kingdom and other such tournaments, but I smiled brighter noticing Ryuzaki and Haga had made it, the couple sitting next to a now nineteen year-old Mokuba close to the front. If I remember correctly, Honda and Mokuba had started dating just a year or so ago before the youngest Kaiba had started college.

I sighed and tensed, knowing I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry until after the ceremony and the party, but it was getting hard not to burst out laughing, not believing this was finally happening to someone like me.



“I love you Seto.”
”And I love you, Jounouchi.” He whispered to me, cheek resting on top of my head softly.

I shifted from my seat on the marble benches lining the interior of the whirlpool, and managed to situate my self over Seto’s lap, kissing his nose as I straddled his thighs. He smiled tenderly, his dark brown hair falling flawlessly over his forehead as his hands slid down to grip at and massage my hips.

“Can I help you?” He asked teasingly, and I smirked playfully.
”Yeah, I’d like to consummate my marriage now.”
”I think we’ve done that part already…” He whispered, rather seductively I might add.
”Whoever said it only needed to be done once?”

He chuckled, but I cut it off by leaning down to kiss him, hints of what I wanted clearly portrayed in the gesture as I invited him into my mouth. He took it eagerly, and moved beneath me, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling our groins to meet each other. I moaned against his tongue as it danced with mine, my hands, currently immobile on his biceps, moved downwards to capture his growing erection in my palm, the other sliding further down to cup his balls. His gasp was more than enough encouragement.

He let me suresure him, fingers still clamped on my lower waist with his head resting on the back of the tub, eyes closed. I leant forward to kiss him shortly, pulling away before he could even respond and smiled down at his handsome face.

“Make love to me Seto.”

He returned the gentle grin at my request, and sat up straighter to kiss me again, deeper this time, more passionate. He stood, quite suddenly, and I yelped into his mouth as he continued to carry and kiss me breathless, our bodies dripping wet all over the carpeted floors as he made his way to the large, fluffy bed in the bedroom. I was let go to stand on my own, and Seto dried us both off with one outsized towel, purposely stroking my member when his clothed hand strayed there.

“Gods…” I breathed, and Seto took advantage of my distraction.

He pushed me without resistance into the bed, my skin still slightly moist, and crawled over top of me almost immediately, tube of ever faithful lube in hand from the side table he had snagged it from. He kissed his way from my stomach to my chest, from my chest to my neck and then finally to claim my lips, leaving me panting against him with my fingers tearing at the sheets under me. His slicked fingers found my entrance with ease and one wriggled in. I cried out my lover’s name, and just as the second digit was about to join the first, Seto’s cell phone rang.

I laughed, but my husband cursed, and stormed towards the ringing, yanking the phone up to him before answering and snapping into the receiver.

“What IS it?! What? Look, no stop and listen. Just because I only have one more day left of my honeymoon does NOT, I repeat, does NOT give you permission to call and start spilling out orders and fax numbers, got it? Yes, I know how long I’ve been gone you jack-ass, but now if you don’t mind, I was in the middle of making love to my husband…yes, that’s right, my husband. You got a problem with that? Didn’t think so, now, your going to hang up and not call me because again because you’d be lucky enough keeping your job, understand me?”

After that was done he hung up and chucked the device somewhere towards one of our suitcases. I smiled at the way he stopped and stared at me, my long-fingered hand moving along my own heavy shaft as I waited for him to return. He swallowed and inched back closer, eyes never leaving my hand as he crawled back onto the bed and moved up my body to kiss me hungrily. He fell between my legs and I stopped stroking myself to tangle my fingers into his wet brown hair. He moaned when his throbbing erection was pressed along mine, and I shivered at the contact before it was gone with his lips. Using the tube, again, he poured a generous amount of the substance into his palm before coating himself with it. Taking a moment to revel in the feeling of blissful friction, I watched as Seto pumped his hand along his length, biting his lip before I sat up to stop him.

“Now, Seto.”

He nodded almost dumbly, and pressed our bodies back together and me back into the mattress. I gasped sharply when just the head of his erection made it into my body, but he stopped and smirked down at me. He pulled out and I whimpered, before he pushed only the head in again. This time I growled and he chuckled, before surprising me and drilling himself into my body completely. I yelp and clench my eyes closed as he groans deeply, settling to the hilt and pausing, waiting a few moments before claiming my mouth again.

The rhythm was slow at first, pure love radiating from the engagement, and I pressed my flattened palms against his lightly sweaty back to brace myself and encourage his movements. I loved it when it was deliberate and intense; his thrusts hard but measured and always made sure to brush past my tender prostate. He was panting into my ear now, and I was rolling my hips to meet his pelvic thrusts eagerly, growing physically frustrated and ready to release the burning coil held back in the pit of my stomach and groin. He complied with my silent wishes and started poun his his thick cock into my tightening body faster.

I mewled and held myself back from digging my fingernails into his skin for support, settling for chanting his name repeatedly under my breath. My erratic breathing was accented sharply by his quickening thrusts and his jerky movements, his sweat dripping onto me from his muscled body. I arched towards him, eyes clenched closed before he bent down to ravish my mouth passionately, stealing what little air I had away from me to keep as his own.

Seto started to grunt in the back of his throat each time he forced himself back inside me completely, his lips brushing against mine but we were not kissing because it was getting to be an effort just to breathe properly.

I cried out against Seto’s lips when my lover leant forward to press his chest and stomach against mine and piston in more of a shallow form, nailing my prostate repeatedly and at a rapid rate. In the repositioning though he had also trapped my throbbing member between us, and the double sensation drove me wild. With a final cry I came blindly, pushing my hips up and pulling Seto’s mouth to mine at the same time while my muscles spasmed and I covered both our stomachs with my seed. Seto growled into me possessively, and emptied himself inside my body not a second later.

We lay like that afterwards, still connected and still trying to calm our racing heart beats as best we could. I held Seto tightly against me, his panting in my ear as we both started to drift to sleep. I was content this way, lying in my husband’s arms, even if the fact that we had to leave this heaven tomorrow to catch our flight back home was foreboding I still couldn’t have been happier than I was at the moment.

I held my hand up lazily, gazing happily at the ring that sat there on my finger, glinting against the dim moonlight and brought the appendage back up to curl into Seto’s hair. He was all I could think about, and even as I heard him start to snore softly against my neck, I couldn’t sleep knowing he was all mine, finally.

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TBC…

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[1]= King Tut’s Temple is the absolute COOLEST casino/hotel in the world people! It actually has a little sphinx sitting in front of it too! This isn’t the one in Las Vegas though, if that’s what some of you are thinking.

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Um, again, sorry so short but its just to get past the whole honeymoon/wedding scene. I promise the next chapters will be longer and have more of the plot in it!