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Embryo	By : kawaiikyo Category: > Die/Kyo Views: 2492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Dir en grey, and I do not profit from these writings.

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It hadn’t occurred to Die that he and Kyo were scheduled to work until he checked the calendar and saw that it was marked on that date. Usually, the boy was very excited and looked forward to the days where they worked, particularly since his hours had been scaled back. That week, though, he hadn’t mentioned it at all.

Maybe Kyo was starting to feel insecure about his increasing size, for he had been on the secretive side with his body in all aspects. If he was bathing or changing, he would lock the door. He hadn’t made one suggestive remark or even indicated an interest in sexual activity during that time, which was odd for Kyo. In short, Die was confused. It just didn’t make sense for Kyo to be that way.

The boy had been debating all day on calling off for work. He didn’t feel like calling though, he didn’t want Die to get suspicious about anything. There wouldn’t be any way his father would have found out about the club, he made sure that no one told his family about it. The club was like a sanctuary to him, but now, he wasn’t so sure. He lay on the bed and waited for Die to come get him to leave. Kyo decided to risk it tonight, maybe nothing would go wrong.

“Do you need anything to eat before we go?” Die offered to Kyo, stepping into the bedroom. He grabbed up the keys from the top of the dresser, closing his fingers around them. When the boy ate last, it hadn’t been enough to satisfy Die that Kyo would stay full, but the other had argued that he was fine.

“I’m fine…” Kyo tried to form the words he wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. “We’re leaving now?” Kyo moved to stand from the bed and grabbed his bag. His fingers clung onto the strings loosely as he slung the bag over his shoulder. Moving to the front door, he put on his shoes and waited for Die to do the same.

“Yeah, since you’re ready,” Die replied, following after the boy. They headed out to the car and made the drive in silence. Kyo sat with his head on the window, looking out for the entire drive. When they arrived, he seemed less than enthused to Die. If anything, he seemed to be on edge and fidgety. It seemed like, though, the more Die inquired about the boy’s well-being, the more agitated the other became.

When they got inside, Kyo reluctantly went to the room where he changed. He took his time in getting changed, skipping on the shoes however; his feet were starting to swell. Going barefoot wasn’t so bad, he thought. Making it to the stage, he stood next to Die, sticking close to his side as if he were trying to hide.

Die had hold of Kyo’s leash with one hand and the riding crop with the other. When they were cued to take the platform, the boy appeared reluctant to climb the stairs and get up there at first. Something felt wrong to the taller male, but when Kyo finally cooperated, it waned slightly.

Fidgeting slightly, he moved to kneel carefully on the stage. Kyo looked around the audience, his nervousness skyrocketing. ‘You’re a whore, nothing but a whore and this job proves it. Your father was right, you’re a worthless slut.’ He thought as his fingers fiddled with the bottom hem of the net dress he was wearing.

Trying to get into character with something amiss, Die paced halfway around Kyo. He stopped behind the boy and placed a hand on top of the smaller male’s head. There was an infinitesimal tensing throughout the other’s entire body that made him pause reconsidering what they were doing.

They had to keep their performance going, though; Kyo would give him hell later if he did something stupid to foul up their act. “What’s it going to be tonight, slut?” Some inner alarm went off inside of Die’s chest; some innate warning that went off just a moment too late, telling him that he shouldn’t have said that.

Kyo flinched visibly and lowered his head. He couldn’t do this. Looking up to Die, he gave a pleading look, begging him not to go through with this tonight. He wracked his brain, trying to think if they set a safety word or not. The usual one was red, but he didn’t know if Die knew that. His heart tightened in his chest, something was wrong, but what? Turning his head, he looked back out to the audience.

“What was that, princess? I didn’t hear you,” Die said, trying to get a feel of what was going on. Something was wrong, though. He wasn’t sure if he was going about things incorrectly or if Kyo was just putting on an act for the crowd. It seemed too genuine, though, to be phony.

In the back, seated in one of the black leather booths, was Kyo’s father. His grip tightened around his bottle of alcohol, fingers squeezing slickly along cool glass. Word of mouth wasn’t hard to hear around town, if you checked the right places. He knew that his son was nothing but a slut; a filthy, lying, little slut. Spreading his legs for strangers night after night and getting paid for it. How many times did he have to be taught about who owned him before it sank in? Tooru would know after that night.

The boy’s eyes roamed the crowed before they landed on a familiar figure. Panic set in as he moved close to Die and clung to his leg. “Red… red… red…” He chanted, sobbing slightly as he held tight to the taller redhead’s leg. When Die made no move to leave, he got up and dragged the other off the stage and back to their room.

“Die, I can’t do this… My father’s out in the crowd.” Kyo sat on the bed and rested his elbows on his legs and his head in his hands. “He… A few days ago… He found me with your mom when we were out shopping. When we were at the diner and I went to use the bathroom… he followed me and…” The boy let out a sob and started crying. “He raped me…” Kyo’s voice was soft and shaking. “Please, I want to go home, I can’t do this right now.”

The first thing Die felt was a surge of rage so hot that it left him numb. The thought that someone had so offensively touched what was his followed soon after. His fists clenched and when they relaxed slightly, they were slicking themselves with an angry sweat. With shaking hands, he cupped Kyo's head and kissed the boy's forehead, needing something to keep himself grounded, lest he go into a futile, harmful rampage. "We're going to go home. I'm going to tell the manager and we're leaving. Get your stuff together."

Nodding, Kyo set to the task of getting changed while Die left to find the manager. He didn’t think to lock the door, but he was still very on edge. Opening his bag, he pulled out his maternity pants and shirt. They were fairly warm and comfortable, keeping him safe and warm as the weather got colder.

In the mild fuss from the crowd when Kyo had taken flight, his father and taken the opportunity to slip around through the doorway Die and Kyo went through. There, he faced a dilemma. He wasn't sure which room belonged to his son and for added measure, he was a little drunk. While he could go around checking and opening every door, there was a great chance that he could disturb one of the other whores and arouse suspicion for his carelessness.

Taking the risk anyway, the older man reached out for the first door he encountered and opened it. To his pleasant surprise, he saw his son, catching him in the middle of dressing. "You're fucking stupid, you know that, Tooru?" Kyo's father said, entering the room and pushing the door only partially shut. He smiled an alcohol-aided smile and laughed. "You bring bad things on yourself, you little whore."

Gasping and pulling his shirt up to cover himself, he cowered in his spot. “Go away…” His voice was timid, as he took a few steps back. The backs of his legs met the edge of the bed, making him tip back and sit on the bed. Kyo knew he was in a bad position, but if he cried for help, people would hear him and someone would help him right away.

"How many times do I have to show you, Tooru? I don't care where you are or who you are with, I'm going to own you," the words were a little more slurred than the older man cared for, but that wasn't his primary concern. Rather, he had few concerns at all. He just felt a sort of singular focus and a strong need to dominate his son again. "Is your cunt still sore?" Kyo's father taunted, stepping close to the boy and reaching out to take hold of the shirt the boy was clutching.

“Let go.” He tugged on his shirt, trying to pry it from his father’s hands. Kyo wanted to call for help, but he was far too afraid as to what his father would do if he did. He didn’t want to risk the health of his and Die’s baby. The boy brought his legs up close to his body and pulled on his shirt once more, trying to keep himself safe until Die got back.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn and maybe it won't be so bad. Did you ever think about that, cunt?" The older man reached out and popped the boy's jaw threateningly. He liked how the noise sounded and repeated the action. His other hand released the shirt and reached down to start unfastening his pants instead.

"Then again, why should I make it easy on you?" He grasped Kyo's face hard with one hand, pressing on his jaw. The older man's fingers worked to extract his cock from the confines of his pants. It was already stiff with excitement in his grasp when he gripped it. Placing a hand firmly on Kyo's shoulder, he forced back his son on the bed and took hold of the boy's resisting legs, pulling them apart.

Kyo tried to push his father back and close his legs, but the grip was firm. He only prayed that Die would be back soon. Clenching his eyes shut, he tossed his head to the side and clutched at his shirt, drawing it close to his chin and giving a soft sob. All he had to do was cry for help; that was it. Opening his mouth, he tried to call out, but he couldn’t seem to form the words. Only a squeak passed his lips as he gave a gasp, feeling his father move closer between his legs.

Kyo’s father pried his son’s legs wider apart until he was close enough to position his cock at the opening of the boy’s cunt. He forced the head into the restricting muscles and found the grip tighter than before; even less slick than the previous time. Reaching out, the older man placed a hand on the swell of his son’s pregnant stomach. “Loosen up and let me fuck you. Let’s see you squirt for me again, Tooru.” His fingertips dug into the mound with obvious threat, making dents where the digits touched the skin.

The boy mewled in protest before forcing himself to relax. ‘Just imagine that he’s Die… Do that and maybe he’ll leave you alone.' Closing his eyes, he gave another mewl, his fingers clutching his shirt tightly as he felt his father’s cock throb slightly.

“There we go,” the older man crooned drunkenly, “You’re being a good slut now.” His fingers stayed put on Kyo’s stomach, leaving that as a reminder not to fight when he stared fucking his cunt. He started hammering away immediately, taking no consideration for the lack of lubrication present. His cock pushed and pulled along the obstinate passage, making use of the friction being created by his thrusting.

Kyo forced himself to relax and think as if it was Die who was fucking him on one of their rough nights. His cunt started to loosen and become slightly wet. He gave a soft mewl and arched his back, pushing his hips towards his father’s. ‘It’s for the baby… It’s for the baby…’ The boy kept thinking as he twitched when the older man’s cock struck his G-spot, causing him to give another cry.

The fucking manager hadn’t been in there when Die went to find him. Die hurried back to the dressing rooms, ready to just get Kyo home. The dressing room’s door was parted slightly and he heard the distinct sounds of a pleasured male from inside. Die’s blood ran like ice water through his veins; he didn't need to be told who the fuck was in there.

Slamming the door back, Die stormed into the room. Feeling almost out of himself, he reached out and grabbed the back of the man's shirt and yanked him away from Kyo. The man stumbled slightly, his pants caught around his thighs and putting him off balance. He must have been drunk, for he reeked of booze. Die shoved the older man back against the wall. He was going to fucking murder the bastard and laugh about it.

The boy gasped and curled up quickly, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on in a hurry. He sat up on the bed and looked over at Die, not really caring what he did to his father. Kyo quickly moved out of the room, finding the manager and telling him that they were leaving. With the okay to go, he went back to the room to see what Die had done to his father.

Die’s hands wrapped around Kyo’s father’s throat and squeezed. Under his grip, the man swallowed convulsively and pulled at his fingers, trying to get them loose. Baring his teeth, Die squeezed harder and brought his face close to the other’s slowly reddening visage. “I dare you,” he hissed out, hauling the other’s body back and slamming him back against the wall, “To touch him again!” So easily, Die could kill the man, but some persistent, logical part of him knew that if he killed Kyo’s father, Kyo would be schlepped off onto some foster family and Die would never see him again.

Moving over to the redhead, he tugged at Die’s arm. “Die, please, let’s just go home. You promised.” He pleaded, wanting to be far away from his father as possible. Tugging his arm once more, he pulled Die away and grabbed his bag, slipping on his shoes quickly. “Let’s go.” Kyo pulled Die out to the parking lot in a rush after making sure they had everything and climbed quickly into the car.

Curling his fingers around the steering wheel, Die shuddered with anger. He fumbled with the keys, inserting them into the ignition and starting the car. His breathing came raggedly and he felt hot all over as he tried to force down his fury enough to drive safely. Blindly, the taller redhead reached over and groped for Kyo’s hand, offering the comfort of the touch and craving it just as desperately for himself.

Kyo smiled softly and held onto Die’s hand firmly. His eyes flickered to the rear-view window and saw his father’s car pulling out behind the car that was behind them. He gasped and turned around to see for himself, affirming that it was his father. “Die, he’s following us.”

“What the fuck is wrong with this bastard?” Die snarled, slapping the wheel. Flicking his eyes to Kyo’s lap to see that he was buckled, he shoved his foot down on the gas pedal and accelerated. They gained just enough space to get Kyo’s father stuck impatiently at a light, much to Die’s pleasure.

A small, sharp twinge went through Kyo’s stomach, making him groan in pain. His hand went to his stomach and he flinched. “Shit.” He cursed, knowing exactly what was happening. “I think I’m going into labor! We need to get to the hospital!” Another sharp pain went through his stomach and lower body, making him cringe and groan.

No; it was too early for Kyo to be doing this. Making a hurried turn, Die veered off onto the road that would lead to the hospital. That motherfucker following them was going to fucking wait, because Die was not about to let anything happen to Kyo or their daughter. The taller male drove over the speed limit until they reached the hospital and he was parked haphazardly. Rushing to Kyo’s door, he opened it and helped the smaller male inside. In a strangely calm voice, Die explained that Kyo was six months pregnant and was possibly in preterm labor from to stress. What he felt inside was the furthest thing from calm.

Feeling a stronger wave of pain, Kyo doubled over slightly and gripped at Die’s arm. It was far too early for this to happen. Kyo was quickly taken to a room and dressed in a paper gown. With a blanket over his thighs and his legs spread, a doctor checked to see how far he was into the labor and was relieved that it wasn’t very far. Getting a needle and covering Kyo’s lower body with the blanket, he administered the shot that would stop his labor. The boy groaned in pain from the sensation of the contractions, but was relieved to know that soon it would be stopped.

Halfway collapsing into a chair next to the hospital bed, Die pressed his face into his palms. When he looked up again, his gaze settled on Kyo, skimming down to the boy’s pregnant belly. Hopefully, the labor could be slowed and stopped so that their daughter could be carried to term. Standing up, Die leaned over Kyo and pressed their foreheads together, breathing slowly.

“Die… It hurts…” Kyo whimpered in pain and clenched his eyes shut. It took a while before the pain subsided and the labor was stopped. He panted softly and slowly opened his eyes to look up at Die with a weary smile. He leaned up and sealed his lips over the taller redhead’s before pulling back. “Thanks…”

A commotion in the halls caught Die’s interest. There was always something morbidly fascinating about a hospital when it was functioning at its full capacity, which always meant that something terrible had happened elsewhere. There was the clatter of gurneys and brisk, trained medical jargon coming from multiple well-versed mouths, all converging together to create an overlapping yet simultaneously separate turmoil. “Maybe it’s good we made it here before that happened,” Die said, even as a wave of guilt for saying something like that hit him. He couldn’t lie and pretend that he wouldn’t do anything to protect his family, however.

Kyo nodded and looked out the door, wondering what was happening. “I hate hospitals…” He never liked the places; there was always bad news when going to one. “I wonder what happened to my dad though… I didn’t see him after you turned at that intersection.” The boy reached up to place a hand on his stomach, grateful that he and their daughter were okay.

“I’m going to see what’s going on out there,” Die said, turning and slipping out of the room. A suspicious feeling tugged in the pit of his stomach as he peered down the hall. With a hint of shame, he inquired around and found out that there had been a three-car accident. Two women from one car were admitted with multiple injuries; an unconscious young man had been brought in with a broken leg and wounds to the head; and lastly, a middle-aged man had arrived in critical condition. He had sustained severe cranial trauma and had been crushed from the waist down from where his vehicle had gotten mangled up.

As creepy as it made Die feel, he lingered around and finally caught a glimpse of the older man when they wheeled him from the E.R. The man was bruised and damaged, but Die recognized him as Kyo’s father. With a strange mixture of satisfaction and pity, the redhead made it back to the room and sat down again, looking at the floor.

“… Well? Did you find out what it was?” Kyo asked curiously, wondering what had made the taller redhead fall silent like that. He reached out and took Die’s hand, his thumb caressing the top of Die’s hand as a comforting gesture. Truly, he didn’t know what to do or say, but he knew that this was serious.

“There was a really big wreck and I’m pretty sure that your dad caused it. I saw him Kyo… his legs are fucked up and his head is awful,” Die elaborated, eyes fixing on his hand, watching as the boy stroked his skin slowly. “He’s in really bad condition.”

Falling silent, Kyo’s thumb ceased its movements on the other’s hand. He didn’t know how to react. Should he be happy or should he be upset? Kyo looked up at the ceiling, trying to sort through his feelings on the matter. The boy soon realized that he was actually happy that it had happened to him. It was as if karma was coming back to make his father pay for all the damage he had done to his life. “I see…” A small smile worked its way onto his lips as he gave a sigh.

Die couldn’t bring himself to think of Kyo badly for appearing happy. Had he even been through half of what Kyo had gone through, he would have been laughing hysterically at his father’s expense. Maybe things would be alright now. Maybe there would be nobody to harass them and endanger what they had together. That was a cruel and morbid notion, but Die didn’t care.
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