Bound By Name

Part Two: Cold Mornings,Warm Scars

The morning sun crept through the tall glass windows, casting long gold streaks over the marble floor. Tokyo stirred quietly beneath them, but the penthouse bedroom was still—save for the soft rustle of sheets and two hearts beating far too loud in silence.

Ren opened his eyes to warmth.

Not just from the sun or the sheets, but from the weight of a body behind him—firm, strong, and steady. Kei's arm was draped loosely around his waist, and for a brief second, Ren let himself stay there, breathing slowly, eyes half-closed.

It almost felt real.

Then memory hit like a slap. Last night. The s*x. The way Kei had taken him—slow, deep, relentless—yet with a control that made Ren's skin tingle even now. The bruises on his hips were evidence. So were the faint bite marks along his throat.

Ren shifted slightly, trying to untangle himself. The movement stirred Kei.

A low hum escaped his throat. "You're still here," Kei murmured, voice heavy with sleep.

Ren sat up. "Don't get used to it."

Kei blinked against the morning light, watching him. "You're the one who fell asleep on me."

Ren stood, naked, grabbing the silk robe from the chair. His body ached—sore but sated. He wrapped the robe around himself tightly.

"I didn't know we were cuddling now," Ren said dryly.

Kei swung his legs over the bed, bare and unapologetic in his nudity. "We're not."

There was a long pause. Neither looked at the other for too long.

Finally, Kei stood, heading toward the en suite bathroom without a word.

Ren stared at the door after it closed. His chest tightened—not from regret, but from something far more dangerous.

Confusion.

Later That Day

Ren didn't eat breakfast. His stomach rolled at the sight of food. The smell of eggs made his throat tighten. He blamed the whiskey from last night. Or maybe the wine. Or the stress.

Definitely not... anything else.

Kei sat across from him, dressed in another tailored suit, scrolling through his phone as he drank his black coffee.

"You always this moody after s*x?" he asked casually, not even looking up.

Ren narrowed his eyes. "Only when it's with someone who treats it like a business transaction."

Kei raised an eyebrow. "You didn't seem to mind last night."

Ren stood, grabbing his phone. "Because I was stupid. Tired. Angry."

Kei leaned back, eyes finally meeting his. "And horny."

Ren stormed out without a word.

That Night

They didn't speak again until dinner. A silent table. Two full plates. One untouched.

"You're not eating," Kei said, voice calm.

Ren scowled. "You really like pointing out the obvious."

Kei didn't respond at first. Then, "You're pale. And your hands have been shaking."

Ren's fork clattered against his plate.

"Are you sick?" Kei asked, tone shifting—less cold, more... cautious?

Ren stood up again. "I'm going to bed."

But he didn't go to bed.

He went to the guest bathroom. Locked the door. Sat on the floor.

His chest was tight. His stomach churned. His whole body felt... wrong.

He pulled out his phone and opened the calendar app.

He froze.

"...Shit."

He was late.

Midnight

Kei was already in bed, shirtless, when the door to the master bedroom opened again.

Ren stood there—robe loose, eyes unreadable.

"Can't sleep?" Kei asked without looking up.

Ren didn't answer. Just walked in, crossed the room, and climbed into bed beside him.

Kei turned his head. "You're shaking."

Ren's voice was low. "Shut up."

Kei reached for him anyway, fingertips brushing Ren's shoulder. "You okay?"

Ren didn't reply.

Kei leaned in. "You don't have to say anything."

Then he kissed him.

It wasn't like the first time—brutal, hungry, fast.

This time it was slow.

Kei's mouth moved over Ren's with something close to reverence. His hands were careful, sliding the robe off his shoulders, letting it fall in silence. They laid back together, bodies pressed, skin against skin.

Kei kissed down Ren's collarbone, his chest, sucking softly at the bruises he left behind last time, like he was trying to replace them with something gentler.

Ren moaned, legs parting instinctively as Kei settled between them.

"I hate you," Ren whispered.

"I know," Kei murmured, reaching for the lube in the drawer.

He stretched him with a tenderness that made Ren ache. Fingers slow, teasing, curling against that spot that made Ren gasp and clutch the sheets.

Kei lined up at his entrance, eyes watching Ren's face.

"You still want this?"

Ren stared back, flushed and defiant. "I want you."

Kei slid in, slow and deep.

Ren's breath caught—so full, so close. Kei moved with long, grinding thrusts, holding Ren's hips, their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.

It started tender. It didn't stay that way.

By the time Ren was moaning Kei's name through clenched teeth, the rhythm had shifted—rougher, faster, messier.

Their bodies slapped together in a frenzy, passion blurring into need, desperation into something frighteningly close to trust.

Kei grabbed Ren's thighs, pinning him down, thrusting hard.

"Say it," Kei growled, sweat dripping down his jaw. "Say you need me."

Ren broke. "I need you—f**k—I need—don't stop—"

Kei bit down on Ren's shoulder as he came, hard, deep, possessive.

Ren followed a second later, gasping, shaking.

After

They lay in silence.

Kei brushed damp hair from Ren's forehead, saying nothing.

Ren closed his eyes. For the first time, he didn't pull away.

But as sleep crept in, Ren whispered something so faint, Kei almost missed it.

"I think I'm pregnant..."

Kei's hand froze.

"...What?"

Ren didn't open his eyes. "I'm late. Sick. Tired. I feel... off."

Silence.

Then: "That's not possible."

But neither of them sounded convinced.

And neither could deny the sinking weight in the room.

Something had changed.

Forever.

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Pregnant omg 🫨🫨

See u guys in the next chapter