Blue Star

Silver Tongue

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.

~*~

I groaned and slid the window closed to the night sky, my fear of heights making me nervous of sitting next to a pane of glass while flying thousands of miles above the ground. Seto’s hand was clasped with mine, but no matter how hI trI tried I just could not fall asleep.

I sighed and let my eyes wander around the private jet’s spacious cabin, carpeted in plain navy blue and complete with a small wet bar. We were currently resting in two plush chairs, not strapped in mind you, with our backs to the windows for the most part. It was very homey, even with the constant humming surdingding us from the propellers and the engine, and I smiled warmly as I looked over to my husband’s peaceful face. He had been so frustrated and on end earlier, jumpy about everything, I was just glad that he was calmed down enough to rest now. I hated how irritated he got when it came to his company, but that was something I was just not going to be able to change in him.

We would land at the airport in about an hour from now, I noticed, and I was so excited about getting back to tell everyone about the honeymoon that I didn’t notice I was squeezing Seto’s fingers together a little painfully. He groaned and shifted, and I relaxed my hold before snuggling up into his side, resting my cheek over his heartbeat. I would fall asleep not moments later, thinking about my new life and then continuing on to dream about what memories we would create and then share. My last muse however, was a question.

Would we be able to include children, our own children?

~*~

“Yes yes I know. CEO’s fall in love too yah know?” Seto growled into his cell phone for the umpteenth time today, the limo slowing to a stop at a red light. I smiled his way momentarily, just long enough for him to see, and went back out to watching Downtown Plymouth pass me by in a blur, the traffic light green again.

“I understand that you ‘needed’ me there, but this marriage needed to happen and the honeymoon comes with the package…No asshole! Yeah, I’m sure.” And then my husband hung up his phone and jammed it back into his belt loop-holder. “Stupid fucking board members.”

I chuckled lightly, threading our fingers together once more and just watch him silently. He was such a handsome man, in my eyes especially, and I was just having the hardest time of my life trying to convince my mind that this was real, that me and Seto were really, legally bound by contract and ring. And love. Said man caught my dreamy grin and sighed calmly, returning the gentle smirk and I felt better seeing his stress lessen, even just a little bit.

“I’ve said this before, and you know how much I hate repeating myself so this has to be important not only to me but to you as well if I’m pissing myself off, but you need to not worry so much about your company.” I explained seriously, and Seto opened his mouth to protest but I silenced him by interrupting first.

“I don’t mean forget about it completely to the point where it fails and you go bankrupt, but I mean to the point where you can come home from the office and change mind frames. I want you to be able to get a good night’s sleep and wake up in a good mood. Do you remember how nice it felt to get out of bed on a beautiful day to a wonderful breakfast and not care?”

He stared at me quietly for a moment, cobalt eyes swirling in open thought before his small smile returned and he leaned forwards, kissing me passionately. I knew he wanted to, as hard as he might have tried I knew Seto wished he could do such a thing as become economically bi-polar, but with everything that has ever happened in his life and all the nonsense his company gives him we both knew that would never happen without a miracle.

“I love you Jounouchi.”
”I love you too, Seto.”

He brought up his other arm to grip my shoulder loosely, before pulling my body to him as we cuddled. I tucked my head tenderly in the crook of his neck and shoulder, nuzzling my nose into his warm skin as he enveloped me. We had mere minutes until we would arrive back home, but we treasured those short minutes as if we were still back in America, lying peacefully together in our honeymoon suite. It was if we had to go back to before we were even married, to our lives without the bonded love, to where we could have been separated any day of the week by any simple fight started by any reason. I shuddered, but fought the feeling down so that I could enjoy the arms holding me securely.

When the driver slowed, then pulled to a stop I whined in the back of my throat almost pitifully and I literally felt Seto chuckle.

“Oh don’t laugh at me.” I grumbled.
”And why not?”
”First of all, you’ll be carrying the bags in yourself, and secondly you’ll be sleeping on a very lonely couch for at least the rest of the weekend.”

Seto huffed, before pulling me into another deep kiss, dominating my mouth with his talented tongue. I was easily persuaded that his laughing a was was actually laughing ‘with’ me and let him pin me to the backseat firmly. I heard the car door open, but when Seto didn’t remove his hands and mouth from me I didn’t force him, and the driver sighed before the door was closed on us once more. Odin would wait, leaning against the limo until we’d come out, and I knew he would. He was used to us pulling stunts like this.

My husband’s long fingered hand found it’s way up my shirt and I shifted when he found my hypersensitive nipples. I felt him smirk against me, and bit my lip when he twisted the hardening nub, knowing Seto loved seeing the effects of what he was doing to me. It was a power thing, and although I normally would feel belittled these circumstances were a completely different issue.

“It’s getting late, we probably should be heading inside…mmm, don’t you think?” I managed to mumble between moans, our lips still brushing against each other as Seto worked my responsive body into arousal. He only grunted, before my shirt was pulled up my chest and his tongue replaced his fingertips.

I groaned, rubbing my hands along his shoulder blades and down his back, eyes closed and head thrown back. His free hand moved lightly down my stomach to the hem of my blue jeans, touching gentle trails along my waistline before they dove beneath the fabric to find my increasing erection.

“Tease.” I choked out and Seto looked up at me, a distant grin on his face as he still moved his talented hands.
”What?” He asked, trying to feign innocence, and I snorted.
”I know what your doing. Your getting me all hot and bothered and then your going to stop and say something like ‘well we should be getting inside’ and then leave me here with my dick digging into my leg.”

He laughed, before kissing me hard and then doing exactly as I said he would do.

“Well, we SHOULD be getting inside, now that you mentioned it.”

I growled, before following him out of the car, appearance disheveled and disorderly. O the the driver, only shook his head at us before getting back into the limo and moving to park the vehicle.

~*~

“Welcome home!” Was my only warning before a now rather tall Mokuba leapt at me, almost knocking me over in his attempted glomp.

I heard myself emit a rather undignified sound when the weight of the college student connected with me, but laughed it off and wrapped my arms tightly around him as well. He was home from America, on break for the next week, and obviy quy quite happy about it. It wasn’t just Seto and me that he was glad to be with though, and I’m sure the first place he would be headed as soon as all the formalities of greeting us were done with would be Honda’s apartment.

Seto was treated with the same bear hug that I had just accepted, before all three of us moved into the kitchen and out of the way of Oliver and the other servants as they brought in our luggage. I smiled and nodded at the butler, the old man having turned seventy six this year, and turned my attention back to my step-brother, listening to him talk excitedly about America, and how we should come visit his university. I swear he could go on for hours about how beautiful the campus was, and I didn’t doubt anything he described. He left soon after we shared lunch though, and I told him to tell Honda I said ‘hi’ and ask him to call me when he got the chance. I had winked after telling Mokuba this and the kid blushed furiously, Seto just chuckling under his breath at his younger brother’s embarrassment towards my teasing.

Once alone again, Seto wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him to place a chaste kiss on my lips. I smiled against him and threaded my fingers into the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“We still have unfinished business to take care of, Mr. Kaiba.” I murmur.

He smirked, albeit darkly, and although my previous erection had basically disappeared due to our light conversation with Mokuba, that didn’t mean my hormones had gone with it.

“Well, if you’re going to be persistent about it…” He trailed off, connecting our lips once more but this time pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I enjoyed the contact, rubbing against him vaguely in an effort to pull his attention to lower parts of my anatomy, and his right hand moved towards the small of my back. I moaned in the back of my throat, in complete satisfaction, when he began to seem just as eager as I was, gripping my ass tightly and kneading the muscle. He broke off the kiss though after that.

“As much as Oliver likes the both of us I don’t think his old age could handle walking in on this, ‘business meeting’.” He whispered, and I snorted.
”I think he’d lose more than just respect, and I wouldn’t enjoy watching him suffer from a heart attack.”
”Agreed.” Seto replied, laughing gently, before we parted to practically run up the stairs.

The maids had finished bringing up our belongings, so our bedroom was empty, and now safely locked as we both fell into the large waterbed waiting for us on the other side of the room.

I moaned again deeply at the feeling of Seto’s weight pressed against me, the water mattress swaying and keeping our bodies balanced so that I wasn’t uncomfortable with my husband lying on top of me. Not that I would have been anyway, it was just the way the water contoured to the shapes of our bodies that made it a more intense feeling of being dominated.

I relieved Seto of his black button up shirt anxiously when he moved his mouth down my jawbone and back to my ear, his hips moving vaguely against mine. I whimpered quietly, running my palms back up his spine firmly before he moved his talented tongue lower towards my collarbone.

And would you believe it, of all the most possible of annoying times, Seto’s cell phone went off again, persistently. At first, neither of us noticed, but when the vibrator kicked in to vibrate against my inner thigh from where it was hooked to his belt loop and I jumped with a yelp. Seto cursed and stood up immediately, ripping the phone up to his ear and hollering, ‘What?!’ into the receiver.

I sighed, and slumped back into the bed, just lying there sprawled out and frustrated. I waited for him, but when Seto started talking intently about some new invention supply I knew we wouldn’t be getting back to our extracurricular activities until later, and sat up with a huff, before moving to leave the room completely. I was slightly disappointed when my husband didn’t stop me, but let the moment pass. If there was anything that irked Seto Kaiba more than someone messing with his family it was someone interrupting him in the middle of a top priority business deal.

I wound up in the den after that, content in just relaxing on the leather sofa and enjoying the feeling of being home. It was nice, and although I could have stayed like that for days I reach to my side for the cordless phone and dialed Yugi’s home number.

“Mouto residence.” Was the greeting, and I smirked at how irritated Yami sounded, making like he’d either been working and was tired or I’d interrupted something.
”Nice talking to yah too.”
”Jou!? Hey! When did you guys get back? How was the trip?”

I chuckled at how instantly his façade had changed, and stood up from my spot to move towards the kitchen slowly, the phone still pressed to my ear.

“It was incredible. I don’t think any vacation will ever be able to measure up to it.”
”That’s good to hear, so that means Kaiba’s being behaved?”
”Of course not Yami, I would have expected you to know that.”

He laughed from the other end, and in the background I heard Yugi’s voice and a door closing. Yami pulled his mouth away from the receiver to tell Yugi it was me on the other line, and my friend squeaked out a demand sounding much like ‘gimme the phone now!’ There was movement and a very undignified but playful ‘hey!’ from Yami as I pictured him being pushed away before Yugi took over.

“Jou!”
”Hey Yug.”
”Don’t hey me! When did you get back?”
”Just over an hour ago.”
”And you didn’t call me the moment you stepped off the plane. Geez, I’m hurt.” I chuckled, and I could almost hear Yugi’s broad smile.

We continued to talk like that until I had eventually agreed to stop by and see the two near identical men later on this afternoon. I not nothing better to do anyway and Seto was preoccupied. We hung up after about an hour of basic chitchat and I moved in my seat at the bar counter in the kitchen for the extra pad of paper and a pen that sat to my side. I wrote out a small note telling Seto where I went and that I had my cell phone on me so he wouldn’t be worried or come looking for me before I got up to put it on the refrigerator.

I met Oliver on my way out, slipping on my light coat as I moved to get my keys. He smiled and nodded shortly, wishing me a gentle farewell in his aged voice and a small ‘have fun’ before I left the house for the garage and my beloved Jeep Wrangler. It was the car I had wanted as a kid, and now I was immensely happy to ride in it knowing it was one of the few things Seto had let me buy and pay for with my own hard earned money.

If you couldn’t tell, I didn’t like Seto supporting me THAT much when it came to finances, and if I could help it, unless it was a gift, I paid for everything I needed. Hell, I had even managed to convince him to let me help pay for some oe ine insurance on the mansion, and that alone had taken months to persuade him into.

I drove silently, although my radio was on and a CD I had burned was in the system blaring out the speakers as I made my way across town to the relocated Kame Game Shop. Once Yugi had made enough money from running the shop after his grandfather had passed away, he upgraded the business into a better part of town, and from what I had been hearing the store was a blow out. It had never seen so much business before, and Yugi put his life into it in dedication to the only relative that had ever really supported him through his teenage years. Solomon had been a great man, and he deserved everything Yugi did for him.

I couldn’t help myself and began to sing quietly along with one of my favorite songs ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’. The band members of Blue Oyster Cult I believed had all died over the last two years, and even though the song was almost as old as I was I loved the meaning behind its words and the beat to its tune. Seto never really had the time to enjoy the simplicity of music, but I had managed to get him hooked onto the song and it’s lyrics successfully. It made me smile whenever I’d catch him humming the tune distantly.

The large front of the Game Shop came into view just beyond the border of the entrance to the Heritage Park and Nature Preserve, and I pulled to a stop in the parking lot before jumping out and jogging to the back of the store. Yugi and Yami still had an apartment above the shop, and I came up to their unofficial front door to ring the bell. The door was thrown open almost immediately, and without warning, for the second time that day, I was glomped, the last thing I saw a blur of blonde, black and red before both Yugi and I fell to the soft grass behind me.

I laughed breathlessly, Yugi joining me before standing to help me up.

“I love being welcomed home like that.” I say, and Yugi smiles.
”Well good, because I love welcoming people home like that.”
”Don’t I know it.” Yami says from the doorway, watching the two of us with a smirk.

Although Yami hasn’t physically aged there’s evidence of maturity and compassion in his old ruby eyes, where as Yugi had visibly grown up dramatically. He’s almost my height now, which makes him eye level with his husband, and the wisdom in his once purely innocent features gives him the perfect appearance for his practical age of 23. Just from looking into the depths of his round, amethyst eyes you could see his life’s story, and how he loved what he did with it and how he lived it now. He saw no flaws in anyone around him, and trusted just about half the city with his endless amounts of sympathy and joy.

“Come on Jou, let’s go inside. Ryou came over when he heard you were back and I know he wants to hear just as many juicy details as I do.” Yugi said brightly, looping an arm around mine and walking inside past Yami, who huffed and rolled his eyes at his other half’s enthusiasm.

“Yeah, I knew you’d want to hear about everything. You two are the biggest perverts on the face of the planet.” Yugi shrugged to my observance.
”You’ve never complained before.”
”Only once, and that was when you told me the story of you and Yami in the boy’s locker room back in high school.”

Yugi chuckled as we continued through the building and up the stairs into the main apartment, where I was met by another hug of welcome, this one more calm and collected. I smiled at Ryou, who had grown considerably taller than Yugi, as he stepped back to grin cheerfully.

“Welcome home, Jou.”
”Thanks.”

Yugi tugged my arm and me into the kitchen, Ryou following and we all sat at the table, Yugi asking Yami to fix drinks. I noticed Ryou had his hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, like always now a days, but he was wearing his work clothes, a white button up shirt with a baby blue tie and gray dress slacks. There was a brief case by his legs on the floor and I took the cup of tea as Yami handed it to me.

“Why you all dressed up Ryou?” I asked, sipping lightly.
”I’m on my lunch break. Bakura should be here in a few minutes to pick me back up actually. I had just enough time to stop by for the chance to welcome you.”
”Thanks again then-…”

A rather loud and insistant beeping from a car outside cut me off. Ryou grinned and stood, bending to hug me once more before picking up his things andbbinbbing his dress coat from around the chair.

“I’ll talk to you later Jou, and don’t forget our dinner reservations at nine Yugi.”

The polite Brit left quietly after Yugi nodded, the beeping from Bakura only stopping once Ryou had reached the car and then after that a squealing of tires before they were gone completely. Yugi sighed,

“Oh well, I guess I’ll just tell him your story tonight then. But, moving on to the honeymoon…” He trailed off in an inviting manner, and Yami once again rolled his eyes, elbowing his much younger husband’s shoulder.

“Alright, I don’t think that’s fair because he didn’t make you tell him everything about OUR honeymoon did he?” Yami asked, and Yugi fake pouted, although after so many years his puppy-eyes had lost some of their persuasive power.

“So?” He answered Yami, and turned back to me. “Please tell me anyway?”

I sighed and shook my head, “Your such a hentai.”
”Thank you!” He chirped, and I resigned to my fate and began telling my story from when we had gotten off the plane onto American soil all the way up until the adventure in the car on the way home earlier today. Yugi was beaming by the time I had finished, happy now knowing what he knew and we continued to talk endlessly about everything, until six o’clock rolled around and my cell phone went off.

I flipped it open and answered, “Hello?”

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight.” Was Seto’s voice on the other end, and I frowned slightly. He hardly ever wanted to eat out, and I mused on it for a moment before answering.

“Sure, where did you want to go?”
”Just meet me back home and I’ll show you.”
”Alright,” I answer almost apprehensively.
”See you then.”

He hung up after that and I turned regretfully to my best friend. He tried the pout again but I laughed it off and we stood to exchange hugs. I shook Yami’s hand as they led me to the door, and waved to them both before getting into my car for home.

~*~

Seto was pacing in the den, a hand held notebook flipped open in his hand and a pencil between his teeth as he contemplated something. He was writing down notes every so often, running his free hand through his hair repeatedly in a nervous way. I hooked my keys onto the key rack by the coat closet, before approaching the den and leaning on the doorway.

“What’s going on?” I asked casually, Seto stopping in his tracks to finish jotting something down before sighing and looking up.

He tucked the notepad securely into his back pocket, dropping the pencil to the coffee table and stalking towards me. I was a little surprised when his arms slipped around my waist and his lips moved to my neck, but melted into him when he kissed my skin. He growled in the back of his throat lowly, and I shivered, noticing the possessive mood he was in. My eyes closed on their own and I sighed, gripping Seto’s shoulders firmly when he bit into my ear lightly.

“We still have business to deal with.” He whispered, his warm breath touching the ear he’d just tormented and I repressed a moan.

“Yes, we do. But it seems there are some people who don’t wish for it to take place…”

He chuckled, before stepping away and linking our fingers. “Come, let’s go eat. I have another form of business I wish to talk with you about.”
”Oh, and what kind of business would this meeting concern?” I ask, an eyebrow raised.

“You have to wait and see. But I guarantee you that it’s life altering.”

~*~

TBC…

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AH! Sorry it took forever to get this out! Forgive me *bows lowly* I am unworthy! There was a tiny smudge of plot in this part, but I promise it will be much more developed in the next chapter, I swear.

Oh, and just to make up for the wait and the procrastination on my part (with all of my stories) I’m finishing up a PWP for you guys to enjoy, so look out for it! It hasn’t been titled yet, but you’ll know it when you see it!