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Title: In the corner of the kitchen counter © by Myr Juhl
Part: 2/2
Fandom: LOTR
Spoilers: none
Type: RPS, AU, MPREG
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/Viggo Mortensen

*** WARNINGS *** This story is rated NC-17 and contains: * Male slash * Language * MPREG * Mention of childbirth *

Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Summary: Supernatural circumstances changes Orlando and Viggo’s lives.

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Timeline: LOTR filming 2001
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
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A/N 1# - And I’m actually not making this up *winks*.

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In the Corner of the Kitchen Counter part 2
By Myr

On his way home in the taxi, Orlando sat wondering how fucked up his life suddenly had become again. He had gotten over the theft of his kidney only to find out why. It was an experiment on HIS body and now ... he laughed bitterly ... he was knocked up by...?

His brain stopped for a second and he closed his eyes.

/I don’t fucking believe it!/ He had only had sex with Viggo one lousy night. One innocent night, but now he found himself in the classical situation that one time was enough. He was oddly clear in his head now, rational, planning.

As he got to his home, Pearson was already there. He nodded in agreement and allowed the doctor to enter.

They spent the evening talking rationally. Orlando accepted the fact that a baby was growing inside of him. However, he refused to be examined from now on and until the baby was born. He did not want the scientific examinations. He did not want police involved. He wanted to be left alone and only discuss things with Fran, Peter, Pearson and maybe his mother.

“Fine - Can I ask just one more question, Orlando? It’s personal...”

“Maybe...”

“What about the father? Do you know who it is?”

“Please leave... I’m tired.” Orlando opened the door.

“OK - I'll go, leave you to sort things out, Orlando. I can understand your need for privacy, but this is a unique situation. We don't know how your body reacts to this condition.”

“We?”

“You and I, Orlando. Please, promise me you will let me check on you from time to time. You could end up...” Pearson stopped.

“Dead?” Orlando asked cynically. Pearson did not answer.

“Take care, OK?”

“Yeah, bye,” Orlando said slamming the door. He slid down the wall and feelings washed over him. Closing his eyes, he waited for the sensation to leave him. He felt drained and so tired mentally. He got up and went to his bedroom.

His mind drifted to that night he spent in Viggo's bed. He had thought a lot about that night. The sex had been incredible, but not enough for him to go back and try it again. Slowly, he divested himself of his clothes and stood in front of the mirror once more.

/Why me?/ he thought. All reason had vanished and he was not really coping.

/A baby?/ He put his hands on his stomach. “In here?” /Fuck.../ He grinned. “No way. Uh uh...” His eyes were glazed, dodging, because he knew the truth. /You're in there, aren't you?/ “Viggo's baby... my baby...”

He rested on one hip as he pressed his hands harder to his stomach. He eased the pressure and dropped his head. He wondered what he would look like in a few months and turned to watch his side. He arched and tried to look bigger but he was still slender, and yet he looked closer and it did look like a tiny pot belly was there, when wasn't it only a few days ago he worked out.

“How do I break this to you, Viggo?” he asked, when he grabbed the phone. He stared at the digits but then dropped the mobile. He could not tell him, ruin his life. The thought of an abortion grazed his mind.

/No...no.../ “I shouldn’t do it...cannot do this to Peter’s movie either...” He held on to the tiny bump and went to bed. He sat naked for a while and traced circles on his skin. Memories of kissing Viggo. Viggo shagging him senseless. How he had screamed as he came, though he tried to keep it down, he could not. The pleasure had been too intense.

He had very carefully avoided thinking about how he had been close to asking Viggo to repeat that on many occasions since. However, they had gone back to their friendly relationship like before. Viggo seemed the same although he looked at him differently. A bit like - ‘I had you, and I loved it’. Orlando grinned a bit but was soon very much sad. /Fuck.../

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A few days later, he was caught by Viggo, who had noticed Orlando's radiance wasn’t as prominent as it normally was.

“Is there something the matter?” he asked concerned. Orlando normally teased, laughed and willingly made a fool of himself, but he had been very quiet for a while.

“I'm fine,” the short reply came, and that usually meant the opposite, didn't it? Orlando was not fine.

Viggo put his arms around the slender Elf’s chest and was surprised, when Orlando disentangled himself with a hiss as if he was in pain.

“Orlando? What is it?” Viggo asked. Orlando quickly looked away, afraid to attract attention.

“Let it go, OK? Don’t - don't fucking ask!” he pleaded in a low voice.

“Orlando?” Viggo was worried now, and it was the last thing Orlando needed, because Viggo would be on his case now, if he didn't think of something to say.

“I have some chest pains... it’s nothing really. Just soreness from the broken rib.”

Orlando had broken his rib during filming so his excuse was plausible...that is ... if Viggo believed him.

When Orlando came home, he was alone for exactly twenty minutes, then Fran, Peter and Viggo knocked on his door. He did not hear them, because he was standing in the shower busy caressing his stomach, talking to the foetus. That was how Viggo found him; he had slowly entered the bathroom and positioned himself next to the cubicle.

He listened to Orlando's words and frowned. /Who is he talking to?/

“Yes. That’s you, sweetheart. Such a little being and so defenceless, aren’t you? But I will protect you. You will stay with me, won’t you?”

Viggo was seriously getting worried. Orlando behaved oddly.

“Who are you talking to?” He simply had to ask him.

Orlando's reaction was to get out of the shower and away from him. Nevertheless, Viggo caught him and pressed him against him.

“Grhhrrr...” Orlando yelled furiously. Nevertheless, it was too late. Viggo had already noticed.

Only a few days had passed since Orlando had gotten the information, but his stomach was even more prominent. It was now a visual potbelly.

Viggo laughed relieved. “Why - you have gained weight, Orlando! Don't get shy about that.”

“Sure - I won’t. Now let me go. And how did you get in here, by the way?”

“Fran has the keys to all our homes...”

“And Fran?”

“We are also here, Orlando,” Peter's voice sounded.

“Aha.” Orlando grabbed a terry cloth robe and felt more protected from his bosses’ eyes.

“Are you experiencing more unnatural episodes?” Viggo asked.

Orlando laughed. Okay - now was probably as good a time as any other to tell them. He would most likely not be believed anyway.

“Oh - like I'm pregnant with your baby?”

“Yeah, something like... Oh for fuck’s sake, Orlando! I'm serious here!”

“So am I!" Orlando shouted. “I'm fucking pregnant with your baby, Viggo. Now sod off if you don't believe me!”

Orlando watched Fran, Peter and Viggo's faces change in many stages of disbelief, wondering, believing, desire and horror. In the end, Viggo shook his head, but then asked, “Really?”

“Really really.” Orlando opened the robe and showed them the rapidly growing stomach.

Viggo saw that Orlando's stomach did not look like gained weight now. It looked exactly like Exene’s had when she was three months pregnant with Henry.

“And how exactly is it...”

“In my special designed uterus, Vig.”

Viggo's eyebrows shut up and he turned to Peter and Fran in hope of help.

“Why don't you begin with the beginning, Orlando?” Fran asked in amazement.

“Fine - it’s not like I have a private life anymore.” Orlando closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “I... we had sex a while ago, Viggo and I, and - I conceived. I have figured that out now. I had some pains and got worried. I went to the hospital with Pearson and there...” He stopped to concentrate. “I had a scan and they realised my missing kidney wasn’t missing, it was put inside me again to serve as a...”

“A womb! Oh my God, Orlando!” Fran gasped, covering her mouth in shock.

“But that's...” Viggo started.

“Impossible considering the short amount of time I was gone when it was cut out, I know. But still, my kidney was manipulated genetically and the foetus is thriving in there now.”

“Through rectal insemination...” Fran said.

“What do you mean?” Viggo asked.

“It's not possible to get pregnant rectally,” Peter commented.

Orlando looked crestfallen. Then he laughed shakily. “Then you go free Viggo, and this kid was made by heavenly intervention.”

Orlando was cut up. At least he had felt Viggo was the father. If he was not - who then?

“Maybe your uterus was already inseminated... back then?”

“...no... I couldn't bear the thought.”

“Maybe the sexual act triggered the pregnancy. Rectally sex is very stimulating.”

“Oh, you're an expert on that subject, Peter?” Viggo commented. Peter shared a look with Fran, and Orlando did SO not want to know. He looked back at Viggo who also looked shaken.

“How far are you?”

“Exactly matching the one time we shagged. Pearson told me how to count the weeks and I’m eight weeks pregnant.”

“How would you know? Is not like you have periods from which the weeks are measured.”

“I know. He told me, but the scan was very clear. There was no doubt.”

“I see,” Fran said.

“Have you told your mother?” she asked.

“No... I cannot. I don't know what to tell her.” Orlando's eyes leaked. He felt so alone in this. He appreciated their concern, but there was nothing they could do.

“Eight weeks? But you look much farther than that. You sure of it?”

“I can only refer to what I was told, OK?”

“We have a problem, Fran,” Peter said. They all knew which: Legolas.

Soon, it became clear that Orlando's baby grew faster than with normal human mothers. When he was supposed to be twelve weeks pregnant, he was suddenly eighteen weeks and that was almost half through a normal pregnancy that normally lasts forty weeks. He suffered from fatigue and his pelvis suddenly hurt. It was difficult for him to walk and he did mostly close-ups and had a double for the full shots. Peter would insert his head digitally in the movie instead of the double.

Orlando and Viggo tried to pretend they were cool, but the fact that they had no idea who the father was was strenuous to their friendship.

One night, when Viggo was at Orlando's place, they sat and just held hands. Orlando was sad and frightened. The thought of someone violating his body so profoundly was triggering dark and bad feelings now, where as he would have coped if he had not gotten pregnant.

Orlando napped on the couch. The speed of the baby's growth exhausted his body and he had no way to escape it. He knew at least he did not have to give birth. That was impossible. The baby would be taken by Caesarean Section.

Pearson was satisfied with the condition of both Orlando and the baby that looked normal on the scan. Getting regular scans that, Orlando had agreed upon when they realised how fast it went.

Viggo knew that Orlando didn't like to be touched very much. He did not want Viggo to grow too attached to the child. It was likely not his and perhaps it could not survive being born if it was unnaturally conceived and not by Viggo’s seed.

Nevertheless, Viggo slowly let Orlando's T-shirt travel up and expose the stretched skin covering the innocent growth within its depth. Memories flowed Viggo's mind remembering what it felt knowing a child was on its way but not knowing the gender yet. And then he had Henry.

He pressed his lips to the smooth skin. Orlando sighed in his dream. Viggo smiled, the young Brit’s naval was stretched to the limit and the small button peeped out whereas it normally was hollow. He teased the small knob of flesh and heard Orlando's soft gasp.

“What are you doing, Viggo?”

“Sorry...you were so adorable.”

“Vig...I...”

“Please...why won't you let me love you, Orlando?” Viggo asked letting his hand travel higher under the T-shirt until he found a swollen nipple rising on a tiny tit. “So beautiful. Can I see you... please,” Viggo rasped in Orlando's ear.

“N...n...I...” Orlando whispered. Nevertheless, he knew he needed it. He could not shut Viggo out any longer. There was more between them and parenthood.

“Please...” Viggo whispered as well, and had already started to lift the T-shirt the last part encouraging Orlando to lift his arms and take it off.

“Yesss...” Viggo breathed aroused at the sight of Orlando’s chest. The small adorable breasts, the nipples...gods those peaked nipples. He slowly bent and soon his lips surrounded the soft flesh. He licked around the nipple, the enlarged aureoles and the little peak. So soft, so tender and so sensitive.

Orlando was breathing shallowly. Viggo’s mouth felt heavenly and he closed his eyes feeling how he was getting in the mood. His penis began to stir and his head was filled with memories of how they shag... made love, he corrected himself. He opened his mouth and whispered, “Viggo... please make love to me.”

Viggo moaned against his skin with approval and began to remove Orlando’s loose elastic sweatpants. They both moaned, as Viggo put a hand down below the waistband and his palm was greeted by a beginning erection. Orlando felt on fire and put his own hand on top of Viggo’s. Viggo had to see him and pulled the pants off. His hand looked as if it was made to hold his young lover’s cock.

Now his lover was completely naked and longingly, Viggo looked at the beauty presented to him. He kissed the swollen belly as he worked his hand up and down the rapidly hardening slender cock that fit so well to the rest of Orlando’s body. He pushed a wet finger inside his lover’s body and pressed his face against the warm skin. Suddenly, something poked his ear. He looked up at Orlando who frowned confused.

“Why did you stop?”

“Didn’t you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

Viggo retrieved his finger and stared at Orlando’s stomach. Twenty seconds past in total concentrated silence. “There!” he said excitedly as he saw the little bump push against Orlando’s skin from the inside.

Orlando smiled. “I know. First I thought it was gas,” he laughed. “Then I realised the sweet bubbles were actually the baby moving.” He smiled at Viggo’s happy face. “And now it kicks!”

Viggo was filled with lust and passion anew and he reinserted his digit and worked the length of Orlando’s cock. His mouth and tongue played with the hard nipples and it did not take longer before he had a wanton playmate in his arms.

“How can we?” Orlando gasped.

Viggo was rock hard and so ready to take the liquid body. He suggested Orlando lay on his back. “You’ll be much more comfortable in that position.”

“Yeah?” Orlando teased. “How would you know?”

“I’ve been there, remember?”

“You had sex with Exene when she was pregnant? I mean...”

Viggo smiled. “I had sex with Exene right up until the day she had Henry.” He paused with a little smile and then looked like he had decided to tell Orlando a secret. “You know... seed actually contain hormones that kind of jumpstarts the birth when it’s close to time.”

“You’re pretty informed, Mortensen!”

“I am. I have been getting reacquainted with all this stuff again. And...,” he smirked, “tweaking your nipples is another way. It...” Viggo laughed at Orlando’s frown in disbelief. “No no no... It’s true! The pleasure provokes same production of hormones that trigger the birth into jumpstart.” (#1)

Orlando smiled and then whispered, “You can tweak me any way you want. I’m so hot for you right now.”

Orlando was arranged on his back and Viggo entered his narrow channel. He gasped in pleasure and began thrusting right away.

Orlando shouted, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Grhrrr...!”

Viggo hissed as Orlando’s fingers held on to his thighs in a tight, bruising grip.

“Oh, fuck! It’s too fast...oh...oh...oh...” he panted in delirious sensation as he climaxed, shaking all over.

Viggo smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll have another go.”

Orlando nodded then grinned, “Mmmm... fine. I sure wouldn’t mind that. Fuck, Viggo - why didn’t I just stay with you? All that time I could have had smoking hot sex with you.” His voice turned sensual. “Fucking every night, darling.” He grabbed for Viggo’s neck to get him closer.

Coming down from his incredible high, Orlando commented, “My stomach feels so tight. Like cramps."

Viggo smiled. “Also when you wank?”

“Yeah!” Orlando confessed.

Lazily Viggo slid out of his lover. “Could be small contractions of the uterus because of the orgasm. Exene used to mention those after sex.” He bent to try to kiss the attractive small breast, but now Orlando shied away.

“Not now - please...”

“Ok - I’m just a lustful boy, baby.”

Orlando smiled and kissed his lips. “Don’t worry, Viggo. I am yours now; you are my man. You can have me all you want because I love everything you do to me, but right now I need sleep.”

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Orlando had been very uncomfortable all night. Pearson had informed the couple that the baby would very soon be ripe for birth. Orlando was so heavy and groaned, pleased at the prospect of delivering soon.

Sleepily, he touched Viggo, a clear thought appeared in his mind, and then he felt it. “Viggo! It’s time...”

Viggo got up. “But Pearson...”

“I don’t give a shit what Pearson says professionally, Viggo. It is time. He wants out.”

“He?” Viggo smiled.

Orlando nodded and smiled back despite the contraction that had him jerk in unpleasant surprise. “This is deffo not a ‘she’.”

“What ever you say, Orlando...”

“Don’t put my words in my mouth.”

Viggo wisely chose to shut up all together. He called Pearson who would meet them at the hospital.

They got in the car after they had gathered some things for Orlando already packed a week ago. Orlando’s contractions rippled his lower body. He had no vagina that was going through stages of dilation but it was painful none the less with the contractions of the uterus and his poor stretched skin.

The baby seemed quiet this early morning and Orlando thought about what a birth did to a baby who had spent all its short life in a peaceful slumber and hushed warmth. Suddenly, everything was contracting around its tiny existence. His little baby... Soon he would get to see his son.

Finally, Viggo reached the hospital. Pearson was there as promised. Orlando swallowed as he clung to Viggo’s arm, waiting for the inevitable. /Showtime.../

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Orlando awoke with an audible gasp. All he remembered was the anaesthetics doctor telling him to count backwards from fifty. He didn’t though. Thought it was silly and then blackness overtook his mind immediately.

He stretched carefully when he felt the bandage on his belly. He pushed down the coverlet and swallowed. His pregnant belly was gone. Frantically, he looked around and was met with the kind face of a nurse.

“Hi there, how are we?”

“Where is my baby?” he demanded to know as he sat up.

“With your companion. I’ll get them for you.”

Orlando fell back in the bed, exhausted.

Viggo came in and Orlando smiled. “Hi luv’,” he said.

Viggo sat on the bedside and gently lowered the baby hidden behind a soft duvet. Orlando reached out and soon the tiny body was safe in his arms. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked into the beautiful face. Viggo’s face.

“It’s you!” he exclaimed relieved and glad. Their gazes locked.

“Yeah it’s me apparently.”

“Thank you for him,” Orlando said.

“Thank YOU,” Viggo replied. He had spent thirty minutes alone with their little son and he was in love, just as Orlando was falling head over heals as the seconds ticked by. He let a finger pad caress the soft baby cheek.

“You knew he was a boy, didn’t you?”

Orlando nodded. “Never doubted for a second.”

“Amazing...” Viggo whispered.

The entire cast came to see Orlando and Viggo’s baby the next day. Despite the strange circumstances that had brought this child into the world, it was now a happy occasion and a lucky charm in the hope that the rest of filming finally could proceed without odd interruptions.

What ever was the reason for the incident seven months earlier, Viggo and Orlando were prepared to let go. They would use condoms from now on to prevent any more babies in case Orlando was still able to conceive. They might try for another child at some other time, but right now, they were too happy with their little boy, who thank god had shown a normal scale of growth.

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One morning, Peter asked for a crisis meeting with his dear actors. Topic was their morale.

A pale white Craig was reported pregnant... Karl shrugged apologetically when all eyes rested on him.

Viggo and Orlando just looked at each other and exploded with laughter.

End of Tale 10th of September 2004.

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