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This I
Promise You

Sequel
to:� �My Heart
Beats Like a Drum�

Written
by: Chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not
own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary: Could it be
that Shuichi really is just paranoid or is there something about the new
neighbor?

Chapter
Summary: It�s two months later and suspicions are beginning to
arise.

Warning: M/M,
hentai, romance, drama, angst, OOC-ness, language, mpreg, masturbation, anal, oral,
death, Shuichi/Eiri

Insert:� --

A/N: Like some
of my other stuff, this was out previously.

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(Last Time)

Shuichi
and Eiri walked out of the apartment and turned back to the women.� �Thank you again.�

�You're
very welcome,� Yuri nodded.

�I
hope everything works out for you,� Shuri told the men.

�Thank
you,� Eiri said.� �Come on, Shu.�

�Goodbye,�
Shuichi nodded as he and Eiri headed back to their apartment.

Marcus
and Blade took up their positions outside the door as the couple entered the
apartment.

�Now
we just have to make it through a session with Dr. Hikari and then your
physical therapy,� Eiri told his husband.

Shuichi
groaned as he wheeled into the living room.�
�Why'd you have to remind me?� he whined as the apartment door closed
behind him.

+---+---+

Chapter
21: A Possibility

Two months
later - April

Silently, Eiri crept up the carpeted steps, a
thin, long white box tucked neatly under his left arm.�

At the top of the staircase, he quietly walked to the
master bedroom.� Shifting the box to his
right arm, he noiselessly opened the door and stepped into the twilight-strewn
room, closing the door behind him.� He
tiptoed across the room, knowing his way even in the dark, to the large
bed.� Setting the box against the
nightstand, he sat on the edge of the bed next to the curled up lump under the
blankets.

The man started chuckling when he pulled down the
sheets to reveal a head of short dark purple hair that appeared as if he had
stuck a finger in a light socket.

��

�Shu.�
Shuichi.�� He placed a chaste kiss
on the singer's bare shoulder.� �Shu-chan
wake up.�

��

The singer groaned and flipped onto his back.� With a yawn, he rubbed the sleep from his
eyes and stretched.� Violet eyes
fluttered open with a sigh, trying to focus on the man smiling down at him.

��

Shuichi smiled sleepily.� �Hmm. �Morning, Eiri.� What time is it?�

��

�After ten.�

��

�Hmm.�� Shuichi
yawned again.

��

Eiri studied his husband's drawn face.� �Tired?�

��

�Hm, yeah.��
Pushing himself up, Shuichi leaned against the headboard and yawned yet
again, wiping the sleep from his eyes.�
When he opened them, he found himself staring at a long, white shinny
box with a red ribbon wrapped around it and a matching bow.� He blinked in surprise.� �What's this?�

��

�A present, Moron.�

��

Shuichi took the box with a smile, his eyes sparkling,
not quite chasing away the shadows of weariness.� �For me?�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes.�
�No, it's for my other husband.�
Idiot, of course it's for you.�

��

�Really?��
Shuichi squealed.� �What is it?�
he asked enthusiastically.

��

�Open it and find out,� he chuckled.

��

Grinning like madman, Shuichi ripped off the bow and
slid the ribbon off.� Both ended up in a
pile at his feet.� Shuichi ripped the
flimsy top nearly in two in his quest to open his present.� He could not understand why the lid would not
come off.� Eiri sighed in disbelief and
snatched the box from him, prying off the tape from the sides of the box as if
his husband was eight instead of twenty-eight.�
Feeling foolish and blushing brightly, Shuichi took back the box and
lifted the lid.� His humiliation was soon
forgotten as he searched among tons of pink tissue paper and discovered a
strange metal object at the bottom.�
Confused, Shuichi lifted it out and set the box aside.� He gasped when he realized what it was.

��

�Eiri,� he breathed in awe.

��

It was a cane, but not like the plain generic grey one
he was using that you could find in just about any story in the country.� He got a very strong feeling of d�j� vu,
knowing he had seen this same cane somewhere before.� The cane was pink lacquered with a round
silver metallic bulb on top etched with a variety of shapes and images.� The bottom of the cane had a similar silver
cone that had been deprived of its sharp tip in exchange for a black rubber
pad.

��

�Oh, Eiri.� It's
beautiful!�� Shuichi leaned over and
kissed his husband.� �I love it.�

��

Distantly they heard the apartment echo with the
sudden ringing of the phone in the kitchen right below them.� Moments later, the extension in their room
shrilled to life.

�Good,� Eiri said over his shoulder as he walked
around the bed to the phone.� �If you love
it so much, why don't you use it to go hop in the shower.� We have a lunch date with your parents
remember?�

��

�Really?� Was
that today?�

��

�Yes it is.�

��

�Are you sure?�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes as he picked up the phone.� �Yes, now go take a shower.�� He held up the phone to his ear and said
casually, �Hello?�� He rolled his eyes
with an exasperated sigh.� �If you call
and ask me that one more time, I swear you'll never get it Mizuki.�

Shuichi threw aside the covers and dragged himself out
of bed as Eiri discussed why his latest manuscript was late.� He had no idea why Mizuki-san even bothered
anymore.� She should know by now that
Eiri rarely, if ever, turned in anything on time and that bothering him
everyday about it would only succeed in making it that much more late.

Out of the corner of his eye, Eiri frowned as he
watched his husband haul himself out of the room, presumably to go to the
bathroom.� Shuichi looked so tired all of
the time.� He wondered what was wrong
with him.� Was he getting sick?

��

After he assured his editor she would have his next
�masterpiece� by this time tomorrow, Eiri followed the sounds of the
shower.� Without making a sound, the
writer stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.� Stripping, he silently stepped in behind his
husband.

��

Shuichi was standing under the spray, his hands on the
wall, his head bowed and his eyes closed.�
The singer did not make any indication he heard Eiri.� When Shuichi felt large hands creep around
his waist, the singer's eyes snapped open.�
He jumped, with a yelp, startled.�
He heard Eiri's deep chuckling as kisses were planted on his shoulder.

��

�Dammit, Eiri,� he snapped.� He breathed deeply, trying to calm his racing
heart.� �You scared the shit�Ah!�� He gasped sharply, cutting himself off, then
groaned deeply as a large hand grabbed the base of him, squeezing.� A shudder raced through him.� Shuichi tipped his head back and arched into
the tantalizing touch.� �Mmm,� he
moaned.� �Ahh!� Ohhh, Eiri!�

��

Eiri nibbled at Shuichi's neck, one hand creeping up
his husband's chest to play with the singer's nipples.� Shuichi wrapped one hand around his husband's
neck while the other cupped the hand that was stroking his stiff cock.� He dropped his head down, groans and gasps
emanating from his open mouth as his husband jerked him off quickly and
expertly.� A wild mix of warmth and
pleasure swirled through him.

�Ah!� he cried.�
�Eiri!� Eiri!� I�m-!�
I�m-!�� With a final cry,
Shuichi's head snapped back and he climaxed.

��

Panting, Shuichi sagged in his husband's arms.� His legs felt like they were made of
rubber.� Closing his unfocused eyes,
Shuichi licked his lips and languished in the afterglow.

��

Smirking, Eiri carefully leaned the not so stable
Shuichi up against the cold tile wall and grabbing his narrow hips with one
hand, used the other to place the head of his cock at his husband�s entrance
and with a flex of his hips, easily slid inside.� He exhaled the breath he had been holding and
just enjoyed the feeling of having his husband surround him.

��

�Eiri,� Shuichi moaned in a voice that did not sound
like his own.

��

�It�s a good thing the new school year started the
other day,� Eiri whispered into Shuichi�s ear as he slid agonizingly slow out
of his husband.

��

Shuichi huffed, his hands clawing at the slick walls.� �Like that would have stopped you,� he
retorted in a breathless pant.

��

�True.�� It
never had in the past.� �Tell me how you
want it,� the writer whispered huskily in Shuichi's ear.

��

Shuichi shivered.�
�Hard,� he whispered.� �Fast.� Fuck me into the wall.�

��

�Your wish is my command.�

��

The bathroom was filled with the harsh thwap's of flesh on flesh as Eiri
slammed into Shuichi with everything he had, ripping a scream from the
singer.� He tore out and thrust back in,
repeatedly.� Eiri grunted, his balls
whacking against his husbands buttocks.�
His fingers dug into narrow hips, leaving imprints.

��

Shuichi felt the pressure building as the large
intruder rammed inside of him from between his legs with such force he was sure
something was going to tear before either one of them climaxed, but he did not
care.� He loved the feeling of his
husband.

��

Suddenly the pressure became too much and he
exploded.� He cried out loudly and
spasmed against the tiled wall.� His seed
coated the wall for a second time.� Eiri
echoed him, thrusting his hips into Shuichi's butt one last time and releasing
his seed.

��

Panting, Eiri pulled out and spun an equally winded
Shuichi around.� Picking him up, Eiri
captured Shuichi�s lips and walked them into the wall.� Shuichi wrapped his legs around his husband's
waist as their tongues wrestled.� Eiri
squeezed Shuichi's buttocks and massaged them as he tried to swallow the
singer.� Groaning, Shuichi tore his mouth
away and ground his fastly recovering erection into the writers, crying out as
a jolt of pleasure rippled through him.�
Eiri held Shuichi tightly against him, panting, resting his forehead
against Shuichi's shoulder.

��

�Eiri,� Shuichi breathed.� Before Eiri could answer, they heard the
distant trill of the phone.

Groaning, Shuichi dropped his legs, losing steam.

��

Cursing, Eiri set Shuichi down.� Grabbing his towel from the niche, he wrapped
it around his torso and still muttering oaths under his breath, stormed out of
the bathroom.

��

Shuichi scratched his head, cursing lightly under his
breath with a light chuckle that sounded anything but amused, but admired the
view of his husband's backside nonetheless.

��

Suddenly, his laughter choked to a halt.� His eyes wide, he flung a hand over his mouth
and stumbled out of the tub.� Scampering
to the toilet, he flung open the lid and collapsed to his knees just in time.

Eiri heard the sound of wrenching all the way down the
hall.� �I have to go, Mother,� he said to
Shuichi's mother.� �It sounds like
Shuichi's sick.�� He flung the phone away
from his ear and flinched as a cry screamed from the earpiece.� �I'm sure he's fine.� It's probably just something he ate.� I think there's a bug going around,� he tried
to calm the suddenly hysterical woman down.�
��Yes, I'll make sure he gets plenty of rest�Yes, Mother�I'll see how
he's feeling and call you back about lunch�Alright�Goodbye.�� Sighing in relief, Eiri replaced the receiver
and thanked God that she was just an in-law.�
If Mrs. Shindou had been his mother, he would have killed himself years
ago.

��

He strode into the bathroom and saw his husband
collapsed over the toilet.

��

�Again?�

��

Shuichi groaned.

��

Eiri took that as a yes.� Flushing the
toilet, he grabbed the damp rag from the side of the sink and gave it to the
pale man.� While Shuichi wiped himself
off, Eiri shut off the shower.� Silence
erupted around them.� He took the rag and
tossed it into the laundry basket, then grabbed Shuichi's towel.� Helping him to his feet, he wrapped the
singer in the oversized beach towel.�
�Brush your teeth,� he ordered.�
�I'm going to call the doctor.�

��

Knowing it was pointless to argue, Shuichi only
nodded.

��

In their bedroom, Eiri placed a call to Shuichi's
doctor, Dr. Ohtani.� The man answered
immediately.� When Eiri told him what was
going on, the doctor said nothing.

��

�And you said this has been going on for a while now?�
the man asked.

��

�Yes, more or less.�

��

�Hm.�� He was
silent for so long that Eiri was not sure if the man was still there.� Then he said, �I'm going to refer you to a
Dr. Amano.�

��

Eiri wrote the name down on the pad that was always
kept next to the phone.� �Dr. Amano?�

��

�Yes, Dr. Amano Sanae.�
She's an OB here at the hospital.� She also has her own medical practice not too
far from where you live.� I'll give her a
call and see if she can squeeze Shindou-san in.�
She's a very busy woman and very hard to get in to see, but I trust her
implacably.� I'll call you right back.�

��

Trusting Dr. Ohtani knew what he was doing; Eiri
thanked the man and hung up just as Shuichi limped slowly into the
bedroom.� He watched as the singer, his
new cane in hand, trudged over to the bed and collapsed into it.� He set the cane against the nightstand and
lay down, flinging the covers over his head.�
Eiri sighed.� Pushing away from
the dresser, Eiri walked across the room and lay next to his husband, spooning
him from behind.� �How're you feeling,
Shu-chan?�

��

Shuichi grunted from under the blankets.

��

�Dr. Ohtani wants you to go see some OB.�

��

�A what?� came the muffled question under the layers
of blankets.

��

�An OB. Obstetrician.�

��

Purple eyes poked out of the blankets and stared at
him blankly.� �Nani?�

��

Eiri rolled his eyes.�
�Obstetricians deal with all that childbir�th�.�� His eyes widened in understanding.� He shot a stunned gaze at his equally shocked
husband.� The stunned silence was
interrupted by the ringing of the phone.�
The men exchanged a look.� Eiri
got up to answer the phone.� �Hello.�

��

�Uesugi-san?� I
called Dr. Amano and she is able to see Shindou-san.� She can squeeze you in at one.�

��

�Today?�� Eiri
glanced at the clock on the nightstand.�
It was just about eleven now.�
They would not have enough time to go to the caf�, have lunch with
Shuichi�s parents, and then get to the hospital in time for the appointment.

��

�Is that a problem?�

��

�No, no.� It's
fine.�

��

�Good.� I told
her about Shindou's�condition,� he said for lack of a better term, �and as I
said, I trust her implacably so don't worry.�
I'll fax over Shindou-san's file now.�

��

�Thank you, Doctor.�

��

�No problem.�
Have a nice day.�

��

Eiri hung up the phone.� He then called Shuichi's parents and
apologized to them for they would not be able to have lunch with them that day
but rescheduled for this same time next week.�
By the time he was able to pry himself away from the phone, he found his
husband laying as naked a jaybird on top of the bed, rubbing his belly.� There was a soft, gentle smile on his face.

��

Smirking, Eiri crossed the room and sat down on the
edge of the bed.� Shuichi turned and
smiled at his through tear blurred vision when he felt the mattress dip.� Eiri reached out and linked his hands with
the singer's over his slightly larger belly.

��

�If this Dr. Amano Dr. Ohtani's sending me to is a�a��

��

�Obste�Baby doctor,� Eiri decided, rubbing his hand
gently over Shuichi's stomach, a soft, dreamy expression on his face.

��

�Yeah.�� Shuichi
nodded.� �If she's a baby doctor, then
does that mean that I'm�?�� He stared up
at his husband with large pleading eyes.

��

Eiri shrugged, tearing his eyes away from
Shuichi's.� He wanted it to be true more
than anything, but he did not want to get his hopes up.� �It's possible,� he admitted.� �Why else would he suggest you go see one?�

��

Shuichi turned back and stared at his belly,
smiling.� �Hm. True.�� He giggled, his smile growing.� �A baby.�

+---+---+

Eiri flushed the toilet and after washing his hands,
walked back to the bedroom.� He gave a
start, blinking, as he was watched Shuichi sigh in frustration and flop back
onto the bed, bouncing lightly.

��

�What's your problem now?�

��

Tears filled the singer's violet eyes.� Shuichi covered his face with his hands and
started crying.� �They won't fit,� he
cried between snuffles.

��

Eiri sighed and walked over to the closet.� They went through this almost every single
day.� For the past four weeks, Shuichi
has not been able to fit into any of his pants other than the ones with the
elastic waist.� Frankly, Eiri did not
care.� It was about time Shuichi got some
meat on those bones.� He had always
looked like an anorexic.� Now that his
husband was filling out, he looked even sexier and Eiri wanted him more now
than he ever had in the ten years they have known each other, but Shuichi got
upset when he was reminded that none of his pants fit.� To him, he was getting fat and he hated
it.� Fat?�
Please!� So he weighed one-hundred
and five pounds instead of eighty.� Big
deal, but now that Dr. Ohtani wanted them to see an OB,
was it possible�?

��

Eiri did not bother finishing that thought.� He did not want to get his hopes up.

��

Rooting among the various leather, vinyl and lace
outfits- he used the term loosely- he found a pair of black stretch pants.� They were supposed to be women�s, but Shuichi
liked them.

��

�Here.� Put
these on until we can go shopping.�� He
tossed his husband the pants, which ended up landing on his head.

��

Shuichi pulled the pants off his head and sat up with
a pout.� �But I don't want to wear
these!� I want-!�

��

�I don't give a rat's ass what you want,� Eiri
snapped.� �Put the fucking pants on or
we're going to be late for your doctor's appointment!��

When Shuichi continued to sulk, Eiri growled and
rounded the bed where he ripped off the jeans that were now a size too
small.� Shuichi yelped through his hiccup
sobs.� Eiri ignored him and took the
black pants from his husband's stunned hands.�
He slid Shuichi's feet into the pant legs.

�Pull them up,� he ordered, �and put your shirt on.�

As Shuichi went to obey him, Eiri grabbed the comb off
the dresser and stood behind his husband, combing his short-cropped dark purple
hair.

Shuichi's hair was angled; long in front and short in
back.� The long tresses that framed his
face and his bangs had been dyed a dark purple while the rest had been left
black.� Eiri had to admit, the cut was a
bit odd.� It was going to take a little
getting used to.

�Ya know, Shu-chan,� he told the man in a calm,
comforting tone, �the fact that you can't fit into your pants may be a good
thing.�

Sniffling, Shuichi finished buttoning the white silk
button down shirt.� �How?�

�Well, I did some research while you were sleeping and
you're showing all the symptoms of a pregnancy.�

Shuichi's face brightened considerably.� So, he was pregnant!� He squealed in delight, his hands flying to
his stomach.

�When I dug a little more, I found out that in certain
pregnancy cases, six weeks after conception you usually aren't able to fit in
your pants anymore.�� He looked pointedly
into those violet eyes staring at him incredibly.� �Four weeks ago, you found out that your
pants were getting harder to put on, right?�

��

Shuichi's mouth gaped open and closed, making him look
like a fish.� He did not know what to
say.� Was it possible that he could be
pregnant again?� That would be a dream
come true.� After he miscarried their
first child, he struggled with the idea of trying again but when he saw Hiro's
little boy, he knew.� He wanted a family.� He wanted what he lost.�

Shuichi blinked.�
�Wait.� A �certain
pregnancy'?� What does that mean?�

�Twins.�

��

�T-twins?�� That
was too much for the singer.� His eyes
rolled up and everything went black.

��

Eiri gasped in surprise, rushed forward, and caught
his husband before he hit the floor.� He
blinked at the man.� Wasn't his job to
faint at times like these?� He sighed,
shaking his head.

+---+---+

Four hours later, Shuichi and Eiri were sitting in the
back of Shuichi's jeep heading home from the doctors.� Marcus was sitting in the front seat besides
the driver while Blade had been given the night shift.� Both Eiri and Shuichi felt it was a little
excessive to have both bodyguards on at the same time.

�How long will it take to get the results back you
think?� Shuichi yawned.

Eiri shrugged.�
�A few days.�

Shuichi nodded.�
He really did not need to know the official results.� Just the mere possibility that what was wrong
with him was not the flu, but in fact, a baby was all he needed.� The severe morning sickness, increased
fatigue, the weight gain�It all made sense now that he thought about it.

With a smile on his face, he rested against Eiri.

Using the Uesugi-Shindou keycard, the driver pulled the
jeep into the underground parking garage and parked in front of the
elevators.� Marcus jumped out and held
the door open for Shuichi and Eiri, keeping his keen eyes open.� As the three of them trooped into the
elevator, Marcus taking up his usual spot just inside the door, their driver
vanished.

�Do you really think I could be pregnant, Eiri?�

�It's possible.�

��

Shuichi tightened his hold on his husbands arm.� �I hope I am.�
I would love to have a baby with you.�

Eiri smirked.�
So would he.� �We'll just have to
wait and see.�� He held Shuichi's hand
that held onto his arm.� �If it turns out
you're not than we'll just have to keep trying, huh?�

A huge smile flashed across Shuichi's face.� �Promise?�

��

�Promise.�

��

After what he has been through
these last six or so months, he was glad to finally be able to see the light at
the end of the tunnel.� Having Eiri's
baby?� Yes, dreams were made of that
stuff.� �I wonder what Riku�ll think
about having a little brother or sister,� he wondered aloud.

Eiri snorted.� �Let�s just hope it�s just a brother or sister.�

---TBC---

Preview: �The End of an Era�

A/N:�
I just realized that the title for the next chapter could be seen as
referring to several things and not just what it was originally intended to
mean.� But I�m not telling you what.� That is a secret.
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