Author's Note: I'm just a tad depressed at how little SenjixGanta fics I've found... Haha... So, I have taken upon the glorious duty of penning one myself!

And, lo and behold, tis an Mpreg! If you have a personal distaste for them, do us all a favor and click the back button, mmmmmkay~? ^^

-dramatic sigh- I always thought an Mpreg with these two would be positively adorable, but do me a favor and tell me what you think of this story via review, if you would be so kind.

Warning: Contains Yaoi, Mpreg and graphic violent and sexual content.

Now that that's out of the way, thank you kindly once more, and please enjoy the fic!

Dedicated to the ever-lovely lilianarowena. Thanks for being so awesome, Love X3

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CHAPTER ONE

If there were a more uncomfortable way for a fourteen-year-old boy to awaken, Ganta Igarashi hadn't experienced it.

A painful nausea brought him to wakefulness, but Ganta tried all the harder to fall back asleep, beseeching the tide of slumber to take him under once more. However, his efforts were to no avail. That gnawing, tugging nausea in his lower abdomen rooted him to the waking world, and there was nothing he could do.

Ganta grunted softly in discomfort and pulled his knees to his chest as he lay on his side, curling into a ball in an attempt to ease his discomfort. But again, his actions were in vain. Maybe he would find relief if he walked around for a bit, he though.

Alas, no sooner had Ganta risen to a sitting position then the nausea struck with a renewed fury. Ganta clamped his hands over his mouth and ran to the bathroom as fast as his legs could carry him.

When he finished, he wiped his mouth on a towel and flushed his vomit down the toilet. He kneeled on the tile floor a while longer, not daring to move for fear of upsetting his stomach once more. As he knelt there, Ganta wondered through his nauseous haze why he felt so sick. Did he have a virus of some sort? Or maybe-

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his bedroom door sliding open, then closed again, and a few familiar heavy footsteps.

"Kid?"

Ganta felt his heart leap at the sound of his beloved's masculine voice. "In here," he called weakly.

A moment later, Senji, in all his tight-tank-top-wearing-muscle-bound-manly-man glory, was leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, one dark eyebrow raised in query and concern. "Hey, Kid, you don't look so hot," Senji commented. "Don't tell me I overdid it last night," he added with a semi-wry smile.

Ganta turned slowly to face him, shifting carefully off of his knees so he was sitting on the floor as delicious memories of the previous night flooded back to him.

The boy lay panting after an intense release beneath his lover. The air was heavy with the aroma of their lovemaking, something with which Ganta was very familiar with by that point in their relationship. Senji grinned above him, and Ganta saw his tanned skin glow with a thin sheen of perspiration, even in the dim lighting. Their union had been rough, something else Ganta had attempted to get used to. Surprisingly enough, he found the intensity of it all to be arousing in itself.

Senji leaned down and rested his forehead against the boy's, breathing heavily in the aftermath of his own release. Despite this, his actions were as arousing as ever, and he moved one hand down to stroke Ganta's member, eliciting a small noise from the boy and getting him up all over again.

"Senji..." he murmured, voice tainted with wanton desire despite his words. "We just did-"

The man suddenly jerked him harder, causing Ganta to cry out and cut off his own words. Senji leaned in even closer and whispered huskily into Ganta's ear, "I don't give a fuck, Kid. You wouldn't put out after my last match, saying I needed time to recover 'n shit. I haven't gotten to pound you in four days. You really think I'm settling for just one time? Naïve kid..." Senji released his younger lover's manhood and his hand travelled south.

"Hey, Senji! Wai- Ah!" Ganta's futile attempts at keeping the lascivious man at bay were replaced by a cry of surprise as two adept digits were inserted into his deepest part all at once. They immediately sought out and massaged his jewel of ecstasy, making the young teenager squirm and shiver.

Senji smirked at Ganta's developing erection. "Fuck, I pulled out, what, a minute ago? And shit, Kid, you're still so damn tight." Ganta panted heavily as Senji began a scissoring motion. "Heh," he continued. "Guess that's better for the both of us, right, Kid?" Senji's wolfish grin settled down into a predatory smile as he pushed his quivering lover's legs further apart and positioned himself between them. Ganta was done resisting. He shut his eyes and couldn't resist a moan as Senji slid his considerable length into his channel for the second time that evening...

Ganta shot his beloved a small smile and replied quietly, "No, no, it wasn't that..." He tried his best to sound as though his nausea was affecting him much less than it actually was. "I'm just a little squeamish this morning. Nothing to worry about."

Senji's smile vanished, replaced by a flitting worry as soon as Ganta mentioned his ailment. He was most definitely not convinced. Senji was just like that. He knew that when someone claimed they were fine that that was most likely not the case at all. So, he stepped a bit closer to the boy on the floor and crossed his arms, tone laced with a mere fraction of his concern as he inquired, "You sure, Ganta? Don't you wanna go to the infirmary, just in case?" Heartless, sadistic bitch though she was, that woman was a doctor nonetheless, and as much as Senji despised it, she was pretty much the only person who he knew was capable of treating an illness, which he was adamant that Ganta had.

Ganta forced himself into some shaky giggling, and a response. "No, Senji, honestly, I'm fi-" All of a sudden, his eyes went wide and he turned and leaned over the toilet once more, the sounds of his vomiting betraying his condition to Senji, as if he hadn't known already.

When the boy was finished retching, he wiped his mouth and turned to look sheepishly up at Senji, who was evidently not amused at all, eyes hard as steel, although Ganta knew he was only concerned, albeit perhaps just a tad much.

"Infirmary. Now."

Ganta conceded at once and rose shakily from his position from the tile floor of the bathroom, mouth open and a reply beginning to form on his tongue. But before he could get it out, his vision suddenly blurred, and his knees buckled, resulting in him falling down. He was unconscious before he hit the ground...

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The first sign that told Ganta he was in the waking world was the piercing scent of antiseptic that slipped into his nostrils. He slowly opened his eyes to see the short-haired doctor smiling widely over him. He blinked rapidly and sat up as she stepped away to plop back down in her desk chair.

"I'm at the... the infirmary?" he murmured, not quite fully awake yet. "Where's Senji...?"

The doctor only clapped her hands together, grinning madly as though she'd just won the lottery. "He stepped outside a bit to take in the big news," she chirped giddily. Before Ganta could inquire as to just what she meant, she told him straight out. "You're having a baby, 5580!"

Ganta sat there blankly looking at the doctor for a few moments before he could come up with a response. Was this woman batty? Males couldn't have children! "But I'm a gu-"

She cut him off abruptly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs. "The Branch of Sin is known, in rare cases, to affect the victim's body in... special ways, often influenced by very, very strong desires. In your case, I'm guessing, your love for your..." She paused to giggle here, as though she were some sort of schoolgirl rather than a professional adult "...boyfriend caused the Branch of Sin to steadily develop a womb. I'd go into the science, but I highly doubt you'd wanna hear such boring details..."

The first thing to surprise Ganta was the fact that this vile woman knew about his relationship with Senji. A crimson flush replaced his pallor as he listened to her words, turning them over in their mind, trying to find some sort of reason in them. Absentmindedly, he said quietly, "So I'm... pregnant..." It was more of a statement than an inquiry, but the woman answered anyway.

"You sure are. Have been for at least a few weeks, by my calculations. It definitely explains the morning sickness and the passing out; taking care of a baby, even an unborn one, can be tough on a woma- future parent." She altered her words at the end with another giggle that made Ganta's ears burn even more as he gaped at her, completely in disbelief at what he'd just heard.

The doctor's tone changed suddenly, dropping to an almost malicious purr. "This is... unprecedented. We've never had a... pregnancy within these walls. A baby, in my opinion, would be a hassle to take care of in a prison, especially as a death row prisoner. Unless, of course, you'd rather I rip it out of you..." The last of her words were tainted with laughter, and Ganta automatically wrapped his arms around his abdomen, as if protecting the unborn's ears from her devilish cackle. If what this woman said were true, Ganta thought, and he was going to be a parent, he swore to keep the child out of harm's way.

It was getting more and more difficult to believe the woman was lying to him by the second. His pulse sped up. Was he really going to have a child? Was there really a living, growing, soon-to-be-human inside of him? He felt over his abdomen with one hand, eyes cast downward. It was all so much to take in, so fast. Then, as if to stall for time to take this in, he said to the doctor, meeting her half-open gaze evenly with his own. "You're lying..."

She smirked as she slipped a cigarette between her lips and lit it, an action Ganta had always thought ironic for a doctor. After taking a puff and blowing the smoke deliberately away from Ganta, she responded to his accusation. "If you don't believe me now, you sure as hell will in a few weeks, Kid" she retorted. Ganta dropped his gaze again. So this was all real...

Something blipped on a nearby computer, and the doctor rolled her chair over to read some sort of message. She stood up a moment later, fished a piece of candy out of her pocket, and handed it to Ganta. "Don't wait too long to ingest candy from now on, or the baby will die from the poison long before you will," she admonished. "I'm stepping out for a bit. I'll send in the father so you two lovebirds can talk things over. I'll go talk to Tamaki later and have you removed from Carnival Corpse until further notice. Although, I'm afraid I can't say the same for you little loverboy." She giggled softly here before going on. "And remember-" She stopped and turned her head to face him before she left through the doorway. "If you decide not to keep it, you know where to find me..." The witch was gone a moment later

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Not a heartbeat after the doctor had left, Senji entered the room. As soon as he laid eyes on Ganta, he rushed to his side and enveloped him in a warm, tight embrace. Before the younger could say anything, Senji breathed into his ear, voice trembling with emotion, something so unlike Senji. "Ganta I... I..." He paused to inhale deeply before steadying his voice and continuing. "You have no idea how happy I am. I don't care how, but you're having a child, Ganta. With me. This is so amazing..." he trailed off and pulled back, gently gripping his lover's shoulders. Again, before the teenager could say anything, Senji went on, "I love you, Kid. I really do. You know..." he looked down. "I never pictured myself as a father before. But... I'm so glad it's with you, Kid." When he looked back up, his eyes were ever so wet, so slight in degree that Ganta could hardly tell. "We'll keep the kid safe in this hellhole. You and me. Together. Okay? No matter what. I will always be here for you and the kid. Count on me, Ganta..." Unable to resist anymore, he claimed his beloved's lips in a tender kiss, so unlike the usual rough, passionate, horny Senji. As they parted, Senji ruffled Ganta's hair.

Ganta looked up at his love with admiration in his eyes above all else. He was glad that Senji could display such confidence, but deep down, Ganta himself was frightened. He remembered the doctor's words: I'll go talk to Tamaki later and have you removed from Carnival Corpse until further notice. Although, I'm afraid I can't say the same for you little loverboy." That meant Senji wasn't safe. He could die. Nothing terrified the small teen more than the thought of his lover perishing.

But, as he was pulled into a tender embrace, he let those thoughts drift from his mind. Things were alright, for the time being. And that's what Ganta planned to focus on, no matter what the future may hold...

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Dr. Rei Takashima entered the Promoter's office, taking a long drag from her cancer stick upon entrance. "So you wanted to see me about-"

Tamaki leaned forward and propped his elbows up on his desk, foxy grin as wide as ever now that he'd discovered a new plaything. "What you messaged me earlier about 5580's lovely little bun in the oven, yes." He chuckled. "I want you to make sure that he remains alive until the delivery at all costs. I'll suspend him from any matches for the time being. See to it that he's got enough candy to keep both him and the child alive. If the baby doesn't make it..." His grin only widened. "There will be consequences. Do you understand, Rei?"

Dr. Rei nodded and smiled right back at the Promoter. "Of course I understand, Promoter, sir. The child will be delivered. And then..."

Tamaki leaned back and kicked his feet up on the desk, hands behind his head as he peered up at the ceiling of his office wistfully. "And then, the real fun begins..."

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