Author's Note: Yeah, I have another story running but I love this idea so much and if I don't write it down I forget it! So yes, the other story will be running and I'm pretty good about updating so yeah. Let the weird male pregnancy begin!! Review and junk please.

-Chester-

I drop my hand to stroke his stomach, smooth and warm underneath my palm. His soft skin was like coffee with extra cream. I licked him experimentally, finding he tasted so much better than my usual drink.

He moans, instantly grabbing my shoulders and switching our positions so he was on top. Though I can tell he’s drunk so am I. And I had imagined this in my head so many times before, why should I stop myself when he was right there in front of me? Wanting me, touching me.

My body responds to his touch and I want to rip off my Levis, letting him fuck me so hard I would feel it forever. I wiggle, trying to get my tight jeans off my hips but when he nips my ear I stop. My breath hitches and I lose myself in his sparkling eyes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” I slur, smiling up at his towering form.

“Maybe I do,” he winks and comes down again to kiss me. It’s rough like maybe; he was out of practice, inexperienced. Our teeth click but I don’t mind, letting his tongue explore my mouth and touch the cool metal of my labret.

I manage to get out of my jeans, letting my erection loose into the cool air of our tour bus. He looks down, smiles evilly and starts undoing his own jeans. I help him, though he doesn’t need it.

My eyes drink in the sight of him, without the boxers or the pants. I lick my lips. This is mine. This is all mine. I tackle him to the bed, feeling him take off my boxers in the fall. Soon we’re both naked and I want nothing but to take advantage of this because I wasn’t ever going to get another chance.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, trying not to let my words melt together into a jumble.

His eyebrows go up but he grins, suddenly shoving me off him and getting off the bed. My heart sinks and I think my night is over but he reaches under the bed and pulls out a bottle of lotion.

My emotions turn from despair to happiness so fast, it makes my stomach twist but it doesn’t matter. Our transition to hating and loving, kissing than fucking had been fast too.

He gets back on the bed but immediately goes down to my erection. He sucks me lightly at fist, tugging gently as the goose bumps appear on my arms and legs.

“Mike,” I moan his name, loving the way it sounds in my voice. It wasn’t anything like I normally sounded. This one was filled with passion and arousal where usually it’s full of either anger or depression. Sometimes even both.

He flips me over like I was a rag doll, cold lotion suddenly touching my hole. I swear loudly at the contrast and swear even louder as two fingers enter me.

“Too fast Mike!” I manage but he only adds another finger. I pant louder as he brings them in and out. And even though I gave him a warning he gained speed. The faint pain erased and was replaced by pleasure. I’m swearing again but for entirely different reasons.

“Can I…?” he makes it question, his voice gasps and I look over to see him pleasuring himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” I nod, “Do it.”

He pours the lotion on himself, he too gasping at how cold it is. “Do you want me to just…?”

“Uh-huh.”

He enters me fast and hard, I feel how long he waited for this, the intensity of his thoughts slamming into me along with his cock. It hurts for almost two seconds but I shiver and it’s gone. Complete ecstasy fills me as Mike cums.

“Chester!”

“Mike!”

Twenty minutes later we’re snuggled together, I’m resting in his warm arms listening to his soft breathing. Tonight was worth the hell in the morning. I could deal with it. I just hoped that he could too.

~

“Chester, are you even fucking listening?”

No, I wasn’t actually. My head hurt, spinning, spinning. Why was everything so spinny? I gulped, holding back the bile that was steadily rising up throat. I shake my head in response to the question.

Mike grabs my shoulders, pressing hard, digging into my skin. “Crawling, Breaking the Habit, Hands Held High, No More Sorrow, Papercut, With You, In Between, Numb.”

I nod mechanically. His anger showed in his brown eyes but no one would be able to see it. I was the only one who knew him well enough to. Mike would run through the set like nothing happened then when we got backstage all hell would break loose. For now, he was just Mike Shinoda, my band mate. Part-time friend.

“You’re warm,” he told me as we were hurried to the stage, “Feeling okay?”

What he really meant is: You better not have fucked me and gotten me sick too.

I shook my head, “No.”

I was hot, nauseated and the worst part of it all was… My boobs hurt. I’m not even going to try and soften it, my boobs ached. Like someone had twisted and pulled for hours. No one had though, not even during sex. Whatever though, I would deal. For the fans and my band.

“How you all doing out there tonight?” Mike, his professional voice loud and full of sincerity. He was so two-faced it was almost funny to watch. But I couldn’t watch as the music started and it became my turn to be the two-faced one.

~

I stumble off the stage, tripping over my feet numbly as I made my way to the couch not too far away. The crowd was still cheering, hoping for the encore but I couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

Sinking into the chair, I snuggled with the cushions as the rest of the band came out with the high of a good performance making them grin.

“Chaz, you high-tailed it outta’ there!” Phi laughed but stopped as soon as he saw my position. “You alright man?”

“Just tired.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie either. I was actually so tired my bones hurt, aching and screaming as I dig deeper into the couch and further into the warmness.

“You don’t seem ‘just tired’” Brad frowned but I didn’t care. Sleep was tugging at my body, sucking me into a dream I wasn’t going to remember.

“We need to talk!” A voice shouted. I winced at the harshness but didn’t bother getting up. Maybe he would see I didn’t want to talk. Not now.

“Mike…,” Rob sighs but he’s interrupted, “No! You guys head for the bus! Chester and I will meet up with you soon.”

They can all see there’s no point in arguing, even I can. So without another protest, I hear them walk away. And I know there was no way to avoid this.

I dig deeper into the couch, closing my eyes and willing it all away.

“Tired, Chester?” his voice is mocking and I know better than to answer.

“Had a little too much fun last night?”

Finally, I sit up and look up at him with tired eyes. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you’re sorry,” his teeth are clenched.

Dully, I response, “But I’m not. You’re not either. You wanted that every bit as much as I did.”

“Take that fucking back!”

“No.”

He stares at me for minute or so, looking at my dark brown eyes to see what I was thinking. Too bad I didn’t even know what I was thinking. Everything was too nauseating to think about. At this point, I was saying whatever came to mind.

Mike howls, reeling his hand back to punch me but stops when he realized I hadn’t made a move to protect myself.

He stops for only an instant though and the punch starts up again, connecting with my jaw.

Everything starts spinning more violently and finally turns to black.