Rating: Strong R
Pairing: Anakin / Obi-Wan : )
Genre & Warning: Slash, Humour, , PWP, Mpreg + This fic is embarrassingly short. : P
Disclaimer: SW is George Lucas’s creation. This fic is mine but I have no intention of making money writing this.
Summary: Anakin and Obi-Wan are sitting on a living room rug in their quarters discussing something important.
Note: This fic was inspired by "Three AM" written by this very talented Vee017. Actually, I wrote this fic, wishing this could be "Pre-Three AM" story. I'm thinking of writing another Mpreg fic that could pass for "Post-Three AM" story, in which things will eventually be back to normal so this whole story could be kind of believable ( ? ).
The link to the sequel to this fic. -> http://community.livejournal.com/ewan_ha
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”Master, I think I’m pregnant.”
”You’re . . . . what ?”
”I said I’m pregnant.”
I thought he was just joking so I said . . . .
“Uh-huh, and who’s its father.”
I frowned at him.
“Who else could it be ?”
“It could be anyone.”
This time Anakin frowned at me.
I sighed, and looked up at him.
“What makes you think that . . . . you’re pregnant, Anakin ?”
“This . . . . “ said Anakin, pulling off his shirt, revealing his swollen stomach.
I stared at his slightly but noticeably swollen abdomen open-mouthed, eyes wide open.
“How . . . .”
“I don’t know.”
“When . . . .”
“What . . . .”
“Maybe you put a little too much sperm in me last night.”
I frowned at him again but noticed he wasn’t looking at me at all. Instead, he was looking down at the living room carpet, crying and sobbing occasionally.
“Anakin . . . . let me take you to the healers.” I was sure my tone was kind enough but . . . .
“No !!” Anakin shouted, horrified. I flinched.
“You must have caught some sort of disease . . . .”
“Disease !?!?” Anakin sounded both hurt and astonished. With a hint of disbelief, he said, “How could you even say that !?”
I must have hurt his feelings.
Anakin started crying all over again. Pregnant ones tend to get edgy, short-tempered and very emotional, it seems.
I stood up and started pacing around the living room. I needed to think.
Did Anakin eat or drink something funny yesterday ?
Something that has a chemical that lingers in a human’s system ?
Was he drugged ?
No. We just drank. We drank a lot of good Corellian beer at the bar last night.
We got back to our quarters, heavily drunk. We made love. In fact, we made love so many times last night we lost count in the end. We just went on and on. We couldn’t stop.
I didn’t even stop fucking him until I was completely spent and could not move anymore and Anakin passed out.
Then a thought came to me . . . .
Didn’t one of those aliens from some unknown planet pass Anakin his drink at the bar last night ??
That must be it.
“You don’t love me anymore – !!”
I couldn’t stand it.
This certainly wasn’t the Anakin I used to know.
Anakin had been ignored for the past several minutes so he finally stopped crying and looked up at me, still sniffling.
Force . . . . those beautiful blue eyes filled with tears, long eye lashes, pouty lips, slightly trembling . . . .
I go wild for those kissable, red, puffy, pouty lips as it looks as if he’s always sexually up for it . . . .
He was beautiful, looking really fuckable.
“Anakin . . . . I . . . . I love you, no matter what.”
Then we made love.