Whispers in the Dark-Chp10

“Cheers!”

The entire household of Joey, Tristan, Ryou, Yugi and Malik were seated at a huge round table along with Tea, Miho and Mai Valentine, celebrating the glorious occasion of the five’s successful pregnancy at the Domino Regalia Sushi Restaurant, courtesy of Mai’s expenses. After tucking the five in and locked the door to give them a well deserved rest, Dr. Karita wasted no time in calling up Tea to tell them about the good news, who in turn passed the message on to Miho and Mai Valetine and all the workers in Mai’s office. Illust-chan, on the other hand, made the phone call to the five’s respective parents, telling them about their children’s pregnancy, and the proud grandparents wasted no time in dropping whatever they were doing in their work and made a dash to the school to fetch them after school hours had ended.

The five felt slightly better after having slept through school hours and taking the morning sickness medicine, but weren’t feeling up to eating much, so while everyone else was eating and drinking to their heart’s content, the five had to settle with their own bowls of oatmeal and fish rice porridge and glasses of orange juice. Illust-chan explained to them that the reason why they were showing signs of a person who is 3 months pregnant when they were only about one and a half months pregnant was because for a Whisperer, the time of pregnancy was shorter than average—around 7 and a half months to be exact—and since the duration is shorter, they would have to expect a belly growth spurt around the 4th month. She advised them to take the morning sickness medicine until they’ve reached their second and a half months of pregnancy and should anticipate a hearty appetite soon.

“To the proud grandparents!” Mai toasted, earning everyone’s laughter.

“Are you trying to hint about our age, Miss Valentine?” Mr. Wheeler joked.

“On the contrary, Mr. Wheeler. You haven’t aged a bit since the last time I saw you.”

“Right,” Mrs. Wheeler gave a mock jealous look at Mai. “If there’s anyone who’s gonna jump Al here, that’ll be me.”

“Jealous possessive little princess as usual, aren’t we, Linda?”

Everyone laughed heartily at the way Mrs. Wheeler and Mai gave each other a pretend rivalry look. They’ve been at it since anyone can remember, but they know it was all just for show, and that they have always been the best of friends since Mrs. Wheeler was in high school.

“Any telling what our grandchildren are, gender-wise and dominance-wise, that is,” Mr. Taylor asked as he popped a sushi in his mouth.

“Unfortunately, it’s a little too early to tell,” Miho replied. “But we do have a midwife who is a Human-dominant Halfling, and we relied on his sense of smell to find out how many babies are there within your sons. It is crucial we find out if your sons have been carrying multiples to determine what sort of treatment and dietary and delivery process needed to taken. It pays to plan beforehand.”

“Come to think of it, I do remember waking up seeing Illust-chan beside a red-eyed man sniffing about at our bellies,” Yugi recalled the first thing that came to view after returning from Dreamland. “I was wondering what that was about. I wanted to ask, but Grandpa soon glomped me like a ragdoll, and they left without a word.”

“Sorry about that, sonny,” Solomon replied, smiling sheepishly. “Guess I was too excited to find out that I’m going to be a Great-Grandpa.”

“Well then, Miss Miho, I’m curious,” ‘Mrs.’ Ishtar asked. “How many babies exactly does my son have?”

“According to the records Miss Illuscia showed me,” Miho said as she put on that expression whenever she wanted to recall something from her photographic memory, “Joey Wheeler and Yugi Mutou have twins, Ryou Bakura has triplets, and the rest have only one baby.”

“Twins?!” the Wheeler parents and Solomon exclaimed.

“Triplets?!” the Bakura parents exclaimed just as equally.

Unlike Ryou, who already known beforehand, Joey and Yugi were looking as if their jaws were going to fall off the sockets and drop to the floor.

“Hm, Ryou,” Tristan eyed suspiciously. “You don’t seem surprised.”

“Well, uh, Solomon warned us that Whisperers are known to sire multiples, so I was prepared,” Ryou replied, surprised that he was able to come up with such an excuse.

“The ever studious Ryou Bakura,” Malik rolled his eyes. “It’s no wonder nothing surprises him anymore.”

If only they knew, Ryou thought, sighing inwardly in relief.

The serious issues were soon put aside for merry-making as the five and their families and the Head of the island and her main assistants partied and chatted about old times, gossiped about the five’s younger days (much to the five’s chagrin and embarrassment), fantasizing about how their future grandchildren would look like and hoping that the midwives assigned by Mai to the five would take good care of them. The eating was not as much the drinking, and those who were slightly weak on holding their liquor were sent into a crazy drunk dance and laughter frenzy and all that hullabaloo whatnot. At least they were eating in a booked room, or else they would’ve caused a disturbance of the peace.

The amount of water Tristan was drinking during the toasting was making a frenzy protest towards his bladder and the young ‘mother’-to-be excused himself to go to the bathroom. Since he was pregnant, Illust-chan advised him and his friends to try getting used to peeing sitting down so that it wouldn’t be a strain for them to pee standing up with an upcoming big belly and tiring the legs. He picked the first cubicle he saw and was about to go in when he was stopped by a hand holding onto the door.

The look of surprise on his face was worth taking a picture when he spun round and saw to whom the hand belonged to. There, in the flesh, was his mate! He may not remember how it truly looked like, but he could never forget the pair of greenish-aquamarine eyes that pierced through his heart and soul and captured him in its mercy.

“You!” Tristan exclaimed before it muffled his mouth with one hand and shoved him in and shut the door behind them with the other.

“Nice to see you again, Soldier,” his mate grinned as it released its hold on him and smiled mischievously.

“You fucker! I got a bone to pick with you!” Tristan was about to grab him but his mate had the upper hand.

“Why don’t you relieve yourself first, Soldier? You don’t want to soil your pants, do you?”

“And you’re coming in here with me, why?”

“It’s not that I have not seen you bare before,” his mate, without warning, reached down and pulled down both his pants and underwear with one swipe. Tristan couldn’t control the blush that was overflowing his face into crimson as his mate settled him down onto the toilet bowl.

“You…You fucking pervert!”

“There, there now, Soldier, that’s not the way to talk to the father of your child that way. Now hurry up and relieve yourself, or do you want me to help you with that?”

“P…Pervert…” Tristan growled as he peed, unable to hold it back any longer. As he did his business, he took a good look at his mate, who was looking back at him in earnest at the way he peed. It was sporting a sort of sleeveless, button-less dark red vest and a long piece of loincloth that looked like those worn by Red Indians. It had a few tattoos here and there but the ones that caught his interest was the one under its left eye the shape of an upside-down triangle. Unlike the so-called Dark-Skinned and Light-Skinned Whisperers Solomon taught them in the lecture, it had almost human-tan skin, and its long dark hair tied in a ponytail with its bangs dangling lazily above its eyes looked almost as fashionable as a human would do.

“I suppose the phrase ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’ would suffice to you,” his mate grinned after Tristan finished doing his business.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, fucker!” Tristan growled, scowling. “How come you can speak Human Tongue? I thought you weirdo-s have a hard time communicating with us.”

“I’m a Halfling, and I’m one of Lord Seth’s middlemen. I have to learn the Human Tongue, although being a Halfling makes learning Human Tongue easier.”

Tristan huffed at its reply, and was about to get up from the toilet seat to put on his pants when his mate suddenly reached over to push him back down. He scowled even harder, giving his mate a death glare.

“What the fuck are you doing, bastard?”

“I do have a name, you know,” his mate replied, its tone a little upset. “The name’s Duke Devlin, courtesy from my human ‘mother’.”

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is!” Tristan exclaimed. “And I don’t care if you’re a Halfling or not! Get your fucking hands off me!”

“Please. You don’t want to hurt our pup now, do you?”

“I don’t fucking care. It’s not like I love you or anything. Why should I keep your kid?”

“Really?” Duke raised a skeptical eyebrow, then smirked and reached over to Tristan’s left chest pocket, fishing out a red piece of cloth. “Then why do you carry my headband around with you?”

“I…” Tristan blushed for a moment before looking away indignantly, replying, “I’m just keeping it so that I can give it back to you during the delivery day. Well, since you’re here, you can keep it!”

“Admit it, my little Soldier. You fancy me, do you not?”

“I said don’t be so full of yourself…!”

Before Tristan could say more, a pair of moist, warm lips pursed his shut, stopping whatever obscenities he plan to spout out of them. Its kisses were firm but soft and tender at the same time, and the way its hands stroked his hair and cheeks, and the way they settled on his still-flat belly as it purred and rubbed its fingers on it gently immediately sent Tristan back to the day they consummated the ancestral deal. The tenderness, the carefulness, the sweet soft nothings, the love…everything began to return to Tristan’s body and soul as if it had only happened yesterday. Tristan tried to resist it and tried to fight back the tears that threatened to fall out of his eyes, even tried to steel himself back to the bad-ass, foul-mouthed tough guy he had always been, but everything just melted away like ice under fire as Duke knelt before him and wrapped its arms and wings around him, continuing to lay butterfly kisses all over Tristan swelling lips.

“Stop…Stop it…!” Tristan spoke in a choked-up voice. “Stop being so nice to me, goddammit..!”

“You’re my mate, and the ‘mother’ of my pup. It is my pleasure and honour to be nice to you.”

“Why…? Why are you doing this to me…? Why are you so nice to me…? After all I’ve done to you that night…why…?”

“Is that not obvious to you, my little Soldier love?”

At upon hearing those words coming out of Duke’s mouth, Tristan finally broke into a million pieces within and let his tears flow freely like a baby. In a way, he felt relieved that he could finally let go. Keeping up a hard façade was hard, and convincing himself over and over again that he was not in any way into his mate even though his fingers would occasionally betray him and stroke the cut headband he kept stashed in his chest pocket any chance he got was making him ache more and more worse inside. He could never expect anyone to treat him as nice as Duke was doing because he had a reputation of no lovie-dovie mushy stuff and can take in as much as he could dish out, so he never got the chance to break down and cry heartily like he did the morning after the ritual. Now that Duke had him in its arms and being all sweet and tender and all that whatnot, he could finally loosen the hard exterior façade and become the softie he often was when he was with his cuddly toys or little kittens and puppies.

“Are you alright in there, Tristan?”

Tristan quickly forced himself to stop sobbing as he heard Yugi and Ryou’s worried voices outside his cubicle. Duke put a finger on its lips, telling him not to blow its cover.

“Y…Yeah, I’m OK, guys.”

“What’s taking you so long? Are you sick again?”

“Geez, guys, what’s a guy gotta do to take a dump peacefully here?” Tristan quickly made up an excuse, pretending to be annoyed. “Unless you wanna come in and help me wipe my ass!”

“W-ell…OK, Tristan, as long as you’re alright,” he could hear Ryou’s voice of disgust at the thought of helping him to wipe his crap-covered butt. “We’re just checking on you, is all. Your parents were a little worried.”

“Tell them don’t be. I’m fine.”

Tristan and Duke waited until their footsteps left the bathroom before heaving a sigh of relief. Tristan punched lightly at Duke’s chest, scowling again.

“You’re lucky I’m good at bullshitting.”

Duke gave him a grateful smile before picking him up and leaning over to kiss him again. This time, Tristan didn’t resist. Their tongues fought for dominance as they French-kissed like it was nobody’s business. While they snogged each other senseless, Duke’s free hand crept down to fondle Tristan’s ‘womanhood’. Tristan widened his eyes and wanted to back away at first, but Duke’s firm hold around his waist restricted him.

“Wait…We can’t…everyone’s waiting for me…”

“Let me make it up to you for that rough treatment last time.”

Tristan bit his lip to keep his moans from escaping as Duke’s skillful fingers rubbed, pinched and massaged his clit, get him wet in no time. With one arm still around Tristan’s waist and its lips continuing to give him soft pecks around his face, Duke finger-fucked him gently, entering one finger after another until three of its finger were pounding deeper into him. Tristan gripped hard at Duke’s ponytail and vest, his face buried onto its shoulder, his muffled voice echoing in the bathroom.

“P-P-Please…D-D-Duke…No…T-They’re waiting for m-me…” Tristan stammered, tear droplets stung in his eyes, his breathing erratic.

“Oh? So you wish me to stop?” Duke asked teasingly, stopping its thrusts but instead wriggled its fingers inside him.

“F-F-Fucking p-p-pervert! Hurry up…and m-m-make…me c-cum!”

“Your wish is my command, dear little Soldier.”

With that, Duke leaned Tristan against the door while cradling his head with one hand and started finger-fucking him again, this time in full force. Tristan clamped his mouth shut to muffle the groans and moans that were getting more and more intense. He knew he was close; the familiar tightening of his abdomen was driving him nuts. A few more thrusts sent Tristan off the edge and he let out a suppressed silent scream as he came violently. Again, Duke held him in its embrace to help him ride out the orgasm and sucked its mate’s juice off its fingers.

“Delicious.”

“P-Pervert…You might as well fuck me while you’re at it.”

“Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t do that. It might harm our pup.”

Tristan felt a bulge pressing against his abdomen and didn’t need to think twice to know what’s going on below, “You’re hard.”

“It’s alright.”

“Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine. Make hast with your cleaning and go back to your party. I’m sure they’ll be waiting for you.”

After finally calming down from the orgasm, Tristan reluctantly let go and cleaned himself up. While wearing his pants, he blushed and muttered without looking directly at Duke, “If…it’s OK with you…we can finish this…back home…after the party…”

“Huh?” Duke was surprised to hear those words coming out of its mate who was all tough and no nonsense.

“I’m not gonna repeat what I’ve just said!” Tristan grumbled as he reached his hand for the door latch. “You in or not?”

Duke stared at Tristan for a while, weighing out the options, before smiling and said, “I’ll see you tonight then, my little Soldier love.”

“You better not be late, or I’ll knock the fucking socks off you!”

As Tristan walked hurriedly back to the booked room where everyone was (brushing away all questions of him having constipation or whatnot), his heart secretly longed for the party to end and excitedly anticipated tonight’s rendezvous.