Blue Star

Golden Heart

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. NOW THE PLOT UNFOLDS!

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

~*~

We pulled into the parking lot of the same restaurant that Seto had proposed to me in, and I couldn’t help but smile lovingly at the still fresh memory. This place was so incredibly heart-warming, and I just had to link my fingers with my husband’s as we walked for the entrance.

Seto continued to grin smugly in anticipation, his walk lifted and his back straight. He looked so pleased with himself, so sure of something, like he always did whenever a new invention started to work perfectly or he’d just bought out a new sub-company. I was lost on what to think about it, so I decided to remain quiet.

We checked in with the Host, and were seated almost immediately because we had reservations, obviously Seto’s handiwork. We were put in a comfortable little booth in the back corner of the smoker’s section, and unlike when we usually went out to eat, Seto didn’t light up his traditional ‘before-a-meal’ cigarette. I folded my arms and leant against the table top, ignoring my menu for the moment, not truly hungry.

“So.” I said, and Seto just stared at me, looking mock innocent.
”So, what?” He answered, and I grinned as I shook my head.

“So what is this, ‘other’ business we have to discuss? Because quite frankly, I was looking forward to the business we had started when we got home earlier.”

He said nothing, but he did smile wider, and picked up his menu, ignoring my question. I scowled a little, but did grudgingly pick up my own menu and pretended I didn’t care that Seto was avoiding this seemingly important issue. I hated it when he told me he had something REALLY big to tell me about, and then turned a cold shoulder and forced me to wait on the edge of my seat with my tongue on the floor, begging. This time, I’d make him tell me without saying a word. He always got possessive and dominant when I’d act stubborn and self-righteous, and to tell the truth I was still worked up and anxious about finishing what we had begun in the kitchen this afternoon.

The waiter came quickly, always the best of service for their best customers, and took down our orders for a Manhattan and a Martini. Seto always had a Martini here; he’d had one the night he proposed as well. I remembered I had a White Russian, and briefly I thought about changing my order just for memory’s sake, but decided against going through the trouble.

“What are you having?” Seto asked, quietly in his deep voice.

I shrugged; deliberately not speaking to him until he told me of this important matter he’d dragged me out here to discuss. He smirked knowingly, and looked back to his menu, a small gleam in his eyes that lit up dramatically when his possessive nature had kicked in, being how stubborn I was acting. I loved getting him bothered and over-protective; it was a weird, perhaps twisted turn-on for me.

The waiter returned with our drinks shortly after, and took down our orders for the two person steak and lobster combination. Seto had ordered for the both of us like I knew he would. I folded my hands together, ignoring my drink, and looked at Seto pointedly. The brunette sipped on his drink thoughtfully, looking anywhere but at me purposely.

“Alright Seto, you know how impatient I am. Just tell me already.”

Seto chuckled, “After we eat. Just wait.”

I growled, but did sit back and fiddle with my napkin, keeping a light conversation going with my infuriating husband. He could be such a bastard sometimes, but I loved him nonetheless.

Our dinner was quick, surprisingly, Seto just as anxious to tell me as I was to listen, and once the waiter had returned to clear our table and refill our drinks, Seto took out a packet of papers from his briefcase, the one I had missed him bringing inside.

“Jou, answer me honestly. Would you ever consider having children?”

I felt my eyes grow wide for a moment, but then seriously considered the question. Yes, I would love for us to have our own children; it would be the most wonderful experience in the world for us. But I wanted to have our own children, a child from both our DNA, I did not want to adopt as much as I wanted to help the poor kids in the orphanage. It saddened me to think of it, that we’d never have that chance.

“I would love children, Seto. But, I only wish we could have our own.”
“I understand. That is why I’ve developed this project. It’s my gift to you, to the both of us, but it’s your choice.”

I was confused, but Seto handed me the packet, a little nervously as he folded his hands together and chewed on his bottom lip. I took the documents, eyebrows furrowed together, and opened to the first page.

The title was:

Blue Star Corp. in cooperation with Kaiba Corp. proudly presents – G.E.M.P.

Looking further down, I read with astonishing shock and incredible disbelief, that G.E.M.P. meant Genetically Engineered Male Pregnancy.

~*~

“When…I mean why did you…that is…Seto?” I stuttered, sitting in the car ride home. Seto was fidgeting in his seat, trying to drive straight. I think he might have been hurt by my initial reaction, or maybe he just wasn’t prepared for my outburst in the middle of the restaurant, either way, he was sweating lightly.

“I don’t know Jou. I just, I wanted something, something of ours. I wanted something like this for all people like us, so that everyone would be happy. I know it’s not a common idea, I know people aren’t going to react to it as lightly as you did, and you weren’t very quiet about it, but it’s a start, and I wanted something to be done about it. I wanted to know if I could do it or not.” He explained, rushing his sentences a little, and I continued trying to take deep breaths, the packet still clenched in my hands.

“Seto, if you think I’m rejecting this proposal you’re freakin’ crazy! It’s just, one hell of a surprise, don’t you think?”

Seto’s eyes widened a little bit, and he screeched to a halt in the nearest gas station. Turning the car off after setting it in ‘park’, he looked at me with one of the most serious expression I’d ever seen on him before.

“You mean, you’ll do it?”
“Has it been tested successfully on humans?” I asked.
“The tests on rats were positive, then dogs, and then we finally had two male human volunteers practice it and neither were hurt, nor was the baby girl the one gave birth to. You only carry the child for five months, and although it develops quickly, once it’s birthed it grows like a normal child.” Seto answered, in a soft but confident whisper.
“Then hell yeah!”

I had answered him truthfully, this was the best opportunity I’d ever been given, and for Seto to do something like this, for me mainly was like the biggest bouquet of red roses, the biggest box of chocolates, the largest diamond ring anyone could ever get as a wedding or anniversary present. I couldn’t believe it, and even though I’d been sitting on it for only twenty minutes or so, I knew I’d never be able to believe it, even after our child was born.

“But, quick question.” I said quickly, and Seto stopped before he could say anything. “Who’s carrying it?”

Seto looked taken back, but then raised his eyebrow and smirked a little.

“Who evers the bottom.” He drawled a little seductively, and I shivered, but then glared.
“You know, even though I’m the happiest freakin’ person in the world right now, that wasn’t funny.”
“What, you want ME to carry it? I’m the groom in the relationship!”
“Hey! I didn’t say I wouldn’t, stop jumping to conclusions you pig.”

Seto huffed, seeing as how my old name for him had been ‘snobbish pig’, which had turned into ‘handsome pig’ somewhere down the line, before starting the car back up. He didn’t pull out right away, instead, damn near fell into my seat with me beneath him and kissed me furiously. I was left breathless when he pulled back, and returned his truly happy smile as he leaned back and we finally left the Mobile gas station with light hearts and sky-high hopes.

~*~

His tongue was warm, his hands soft and gentle as they worked together in an intense dance to enhance my pleasure. My wrists were restrained above my head, my body naked and vulnerable to the only person I would allow to touch me like this.

My breathing picked up, my legs twitching in anticipation, and Seto loved watching me squirm. It gave him a sense of power to have complete control over me, and I shivered under his dominance.

“Seto…” I whispered, and Seto growled from above me.

I could feel everything about Seto, every flinch in his muscles, every beat of his heart. He was everywhere at once, inside me and around me, he surrounded me completely, and my body screamed for it. The feeling of him overwhelmed me at times like these, and I was helpless to do more than moan and respond. Seto didn’t mind, like I knew he wouldn’t.

We tried to finish early, but not rush at the same time. I was heading into the main laboratory with Seto in the morning for a proper introduction and demonstration for the G.E.M.P. procedure. We both needed rest, but we had a ‘business meeting’ to finish, and we never liked to cancel ‘meetings’.

Seto laid besides me afterwards, both of us on our backs trying to catch our breath and cool down. The sheets lay on the floor at the foot of the bed, having been roughly kicked aside, the pillows haphazardly strewn above us and the bed skirt ruffled. Neither of us cared, but we did take the effort to gather the blankets and cover ourselves before falling asleep peacefully.

Morning came too quickly for my tastes, but the fact I was going in to be briefed on my operation opened my eyes and got me to my feet. I hated waking Seto up, he always struggled against me, sometimes even swinging his arms and legs out violently. He wasn’t a very nice morning person.

“Get up you lazy pig.” I called, walking towards the large closet and gathering one of my work suit sets.

Laying the beige colored jacket and slacks out on the foot of the bed under a very light tan dress shirt I set about searching for a tie, and didn’t look back when I heard the familiar groan and stretch. Seto grumbled under his breath, something about cursing the sun for existence, before finally pulling himself up. I smiled inwardly, subconsciously finding the auburn tie I was looking for with light tan pinstripes and set it over my outfit.

“Good morning sunshine.” I said in a playfully singsong voice, and Seto grabbed my hips to pull me closer to where he was still sitting naked on the edge of the mattress. I had already pulled on my boxers.

“G’morning.” He whispered, and I kissed the top of his head from where he sat lazily hugging my stomach.

I stood like that for a few moments, before we parted to individually get ready for the day. Seto took a quick shower before rejoining me in the bedroom, fully dressed in a sharp navy blue suit and white dress shirt, a matching cobalt tie in his hands and black dress socks on his feet. I was finishing brushing back my hair when he joined me in front of the full length mirror on the back of his door, pulling his tie around his neck. I smiled at him through our reflections, he returned it, and we left the room for the kitchen.

“Hey Jou!” Was what greeted me when I entered the kitchen ahead of Seto, and I grinned warmly at Molly, the resident chef and nodded back.

Breakfast was already prepared, an American style omelet welcoming my husband and myself on separate plates accompanied by toast and orange juice. One of my favorite breakfasts. We ate quickly, nervousness and anxiety getting the better of us, the better of me mostly, and left the house for the limo parked outside. We decided on the limo because it would save gas and effort, and we were both worn out more than usual this morning.

“You’ll be fine.” Seto whispered to me while we drove, holding my hand tightly.

The Kaiba Corp Towers loomed ahead of us as we pulled around the front entrance, exiting the car and heading inside the lobby. Friendly salutations were thrown our way from coworkers and secretaries as Seto led me towards the elevator and inserted his key to take us to the private lab level. We were quiet, a lot quieter than normal, and I think that’s what made me fidget more; hell just watching Seto bite his lip nervously was making me restless. I couldn’t believe any of this was true, until I saw the demonstration, the hard facts. A man in a lab coat rushed towards us, pushing bottle frame glasses up his nose as he bowed slightly to Seto and I.

“Welcome Sempai Kaiba. Are you and your husband ready to begin?”
“Yes, please proceed.” Seto answered curtly in his business voice, and the doctor nodded.

Seto looked towards me as we entered the observation room, positioned above a blue dome in the room below us. The dome was heat activated and censored, so that you couldn’t see the people inside except for their heat signatures. I could make out one thin man leaning against the left side, his legs spread, his head moving back and forth restlessly, and his chest moving with his quick breathing. Another man stood outside of the dome, a towel around his waist but the rest of his body nude. He was being administered a shot of some kind, afterwards being strapped into a turntable device that would rotate and place him inside the blue dome with the other man. He looked fairly young.

“This is the actual ‘mating’. The two are administered two different drugs. The submissive, the one who’ll carry the child, is given estrogen in a very high dose, he’s already been implanted with the man made uterus, but the estrogen helps to maintain his natural animal instincts and keep him from becoming the dominant. The dominant man is given pure adrenaline, because the process of ‘mating’ takes a long time, and some men just don’t have the stamina for it.” Seto explained to me, and I nodded, watching the turntable take the dominant inside the dome.

“Who are they?” I asked, never taking my eyes off the heat scanners. “And why is the dome built like that?”

“Because of the shots we need to carefully monitor their heart rate and body temperature. There’s a risk of them dehydrating or getting sick from heat exhaustion, especially with the submissive. It’s also a way to keep them in privacy as much as we can manage. The two men volunteering right now are the same couple that we first practiced with. They wanted another daughter.”

I glanced at my husband for a moment, trying to follow the movement in the dome, “What if they don’t get a girl?”

“Part of the shot of adrenaline we give the dominant is laced with hormones that react with the body to make sure that the child will be female. We can do it so that the child is guaranteed to be male as well, or we can give them the shot that does not tamper with the gender of the fetus, and the couple can choose to be surprised.”

We fell silent afterwards as the two men connected, and I swear I could feel the passion from here, the intensity of their lovemaking, and the heat in their movements. I admit, I was quickly becoming flustered, and tried to keep my blushing at bay and my blood where it should be. I didn’t miss Seto as he kept staring at me, but didn’t choose to acknowledge his eyes in favor of calming my nerves. What if something went wrong with me? How did they know if the surgery worked on everyone or not?

“Are you sure you want to do this, Jou? I will understand if you say no.” Seto whispered just between us, and I looked at him seriously, with all the doubt I felt but all the happiness I truly wanted.

“I want to, for us Seto.” I answered him, and he met me halfway for a small kiss of gratitude and worry that we shared. I had never liked surgery, let alone needles. I smiled at my husband anyway, a genuine smile. “I want the surprise shot though. Let fate choose the gender.”

Seto smirked down at me and my decision, and nodded, honestly agreeing, and removed one of his hands from his pockets to link our fingers together as we watched the rest of the ‘mating’ in the dome, Seto checking for health, myself just plain checking out. I couldn’t seem to turn my eyes away, it was too alluring, too much of a turn on. And I hated it, but loved it at the same time.

It made me want to be in that position right now, conceiving my child right now.

~*~

It had taken damn near two hours for the couple to finish, and afterwards both of them promptly passed out inside the dome. Seto said the entire lining of the dome was like one large, circular air mattress, and very comfortable, so I set my worry for that aside, and began to worry about the operation I was going to go through. I wasn’t looking forward to it, I hated surgery, but I told myself this would be worth it.

“When am I scheduled for the operation?” I asked Seto as we walked to a different part of the laboratory.

“Whenever your ready.”

I took a deep breath as I continued to follow my husband, looking nervously at all of the doctors and scientists as they walked around us, examining files and keeping an eye on the two volunteer men in the dome. I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat, but made up my mind instantly.

“Can we do it now?”

Seto stopped and turned to me, the two of us standing still in the middle of a narrow hallway with walls of glass that allowed you to look in on other experiments, a lot of them having to do with Duel Monsters, and some having to do with biochemical alterations, and G.E.M.P.

“Yes.” Seto answered simply, but his voice was soft and his eyes were calculative, judging my appearance and the nervousness in my expression.

“I want to do it now Seto. I hate surgery with a passion, I want to get that part over with as soon as possible so I have nothing more to fear.”

The tall brunette merely nodded after a moment of thought, excited to the point of smiling a little, but his anxiety over my safety grounded him to do nothing more than that. After a moment he pulled out his cell phone, and notified a doctor as to what needed to be done and who needed to be called. We continued down the corridor after that confidently, towards a room with walls of steel so that no one could see into it. A mechanical door shut behind us automatically, and surgeons greeted us with hasty directions towards me and questions to Seto.

“Has he had any past or present experience with narcotics?” I overheard one man asked, and looked to him appalled even as I was helped out of my clothes.

“No, sir, I have not and do not do drugs.” I snapped, but collectively with my voice firm. Seto smirked a little, and looked to the doctor who seemed insulted.

“I hope that answered your question. Moving on, his blood type is AB+, his weight is 176, height 6’0”, age…” And so on were Seto’s answers, and I was led away and pushed onto a table with nothing on but one of those gross feeling hospital gowns.

“Now, we’re going to give you a drug to put you to sleep, because this is a very long and painful operation. Would you like for me to tell you what is going to happen?”

I nod yes.

“We are going to make incisions here,” The doctor traced a gloved finger from the top of my pubic bone to my navel. “Here,” Another finger ran from my left hipbone to my right. “And one last cut on your lower back so that we can get our hands in to adjust and properly position the artificial uterus. Now, the artificial uterus only needs to be surgically ‘installed’ once, but once you’ve given birth for the first time it will close up and technically speaking go out of order. When it shrivels it will cause you no pain, but if you chose to have another child using your body, we will have to administer you a shot that will send hormones and adrenaline through your system and pump blood into the uterus to, in a way, bring it back to life.”

I sighed, nodding once more to let the older man know I understood everything he said. Glancing to my right I saw Seto standing on the other side of the room next to the door, preparing to leave. He smiled at me reassuringly, and in that instant, I knew Seto wouldn’t allow anything to go wrong, that he’d be there for me.

I returned his smile before he left and the door closed behind him, but a door on the other side of the room opened right after he left, and I turned to see who had come in. I gasped a little, but grinned brightly at the woman who had joined me.

“Sable! What are you doing here?” I asked, and the woman cheerfully pat me on the head.

“I’m here to help you get pregnant!” She almost literally chirped; purposely making that out to sound sexual, and I chuckled.

The woman was Seto’s older sister; she had his ice blue eyes and dark auburn hair, and his height. She was older than Seto by almost six years, because she had been the family’s ‘accident’, but she was nothing like Mokuba or Seto. Mainly because she had never had to go through what Kaiba, Seto’s adoptive father (AN: I will refer to Seto’s adoptive father as Kaiba because I have no idea how to spell the man’s name.) put her two younger brothers through. She owned her own Hospital and Medical Care unit called Bliss Medical, which she had merged with Kaiba Corp International just recently so that she could partner with Seto and be able to stay connected with the family, as well as broaden Kaiba Corp’s spectrum and economy.

Sable picked up a needle with gloved hands from the side table behind my head, filling it with a clear liquid and tapping the glass to get rid of the bubbles. Her waist length hair hung in its usual thick rope braid, but it was coiled halfway up her back to keep it from getting in her way.

“Ok, time to go to sleep Jou. Just relax, and don’t worry, you can trust me.” She told me as she walked around to stick the needle into my left arm. I chuckled.

“Only because I know your scared of Seto kicking your ass if anything goes wrong.”

Sable’s bright but sophisticated laughter was the last thing I heard before blackness bit at the edges of my consciousness, and I let a dreamless sleep overtake me willingly, leaving reality with a smile and a happy heart.

~*~
TBC…
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Sorry again for the long delay, but I’m lazy and that’s just how it is in my world.