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The sex is what James needs. He can become so blinded with desire that he couldn't think about anything else even if he wanted to. Michael's lustful kisses and movements and touches make James feel wanted, and more attractive than he's felt in a long while. The sex is good. That's not the problem. Only, afterwards, when they're lying together, exhausted and sweating, Michael lays his hands on James' stomach. It wouldn't be a problem if it had seemed like Michael's arm had just fallen in that position, or as if the touch signified he found it attractive. It was just the way he was almost cradling the small bump as if it were something sentient. As if it needed love and protection. As if it were a baby.
Michael bangs his head on the bedpost as James swings around and punches him in the face. He looms over him, hand still held raised,
"Is this what you want, Fassbender?! You want a little cottage in the country and lots of kids, and I can wear an apron and be your pretty little housewife?!" James points at his stomach, "This mutant thing conceived by a drug is not going to get you that!"
"That thing, James, is our baby!" Michael yells, wiping his bleeding nose.
"No it isn't!" James moans, "It was made without my consent, this is because what was in my drink, not because of sleeping with you!"
"That's not right!" Michael hollers, "God, James, can't you see? The drug just gave you the ability to carry a child! It was my making love to you that conceived it!"
James leaps onto Michael with an snarl, knocking them both onto the floor. They're locked in a wrestle, Michael gripping James' wrists to stop his hands clawing his face. Michael flips James onto his back, pinning him down and kissing him fiercely, but James twists his leg to knee Michael in the groin, and he falls back with a grunt. James kneels over Michael, breathing heavily, when a sharp pain rips through his abdomen. He sobs and doubles up, clutching at his tummy. Michael pulls himself up and then takes James by the shoulders, gasping for breath and trying to see into his face.
"James? James, what’s wrong?"
James looks up, his eyes wide and shining.
"We can't- we can't hurt our... our baby, can we, Michael?" he whispers, before resting heavily against Michael's shoulder.
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(Note: I am so sorry for the fake science. I have no excuses. Hopefully will be able to give you a longer update tomorrow!)
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(It seems a little silly to worry about fake science- when it's mpreg that's kind of the point!)
This is lovely, especially poor James' violent reaction to what's happening, and Michael's supportiveness. Can't wait for tomorrow!
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but i'm curious how this will turn out.......
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