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Title: MPREG
Author: Vatulele
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG
Summary: Orlando’s sick as a dog, Viggo thinks the symptoms look awfully familiar and Orlando some internet research...
Warnings: MPREG, but not really. Silliness.
Beta: No one yet
Disclaimer: FICTION, FICTION, FICTION, FICTION. Orlando’s not pregnant durr. None of this ever happened, and it most likely never will, if it does, I’m a psychic and you all should fear me/worship me. I don’t mean any harm by writing this, so please don’t sue me Mr. Bloom’s and Mr. Mortensen’s lawyers because for all the money it would cost to take me to court, I wouldn’t be able to reciprocate because I’m just a poor, and lowly girl not worth your time.
Feedback: A must have like sparklers on the 4th of July.


“Uuungh.” Orlando groaned into the toilet as waves of nausea passed through his body. He felt Viggo’s hand gently rubbing his back trying to stave off the nausea.
“You know you’ve been sick as a dog every morning for a week, we should take you to the hospital, something might be really wrong.” Orlando felt grateful for the concern evident in his lovers voice, but promptly forgot as he emptied his stomach of the rest of breakfast.

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Orlando was sitting on the back porch enjoying the late morning breeze when Viggo walked out carrying a glass of ice water and some aspirin.
“Are you feeling any better Orlando?” Viggo asked. Orlando smiled from the deck chair and gulped down the pill.
“You know I feel better as soon as it gets close to lunch time. I dunno, maybe I should take a trip to hospital just to make sure everything's in working order.”
“Can’t argue with that...Orlando,” Viggo sat down in the deck chair next to Orlando’s and placed his hand over the younger mans. “you know your symptoms are quite similar to when Exene was pregnant with Henry...” Viggo didn’t get to finish the sentence before he got a playful slug in the arm from Orlando.
“Shut up old man, I’m not some baby maker! Besides thats not even possible...I mean I’m still skinny right?” Orlando lifted up his shirt to prove his point then pulled it back down when Viggo started to poke at the small pot belly he’d accumulated in recent months.
“Shut up, I’ve just been eating differently and I’m getting old. My metabolism is just not what it used to be.” Orlando scowled when he saw his love trying to suppress a howl of laughter. “Fine, I’ll go to the bleedin’ hospital to get this stupid idea out of your head. Me preggers, as if!” Orlando gave a huff of indignity and walked inside. Viggo chortled a bit more before going in to apologize.

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“Orlando? Love where are you?” Viggo called looking for the younger man.
“Veeeeego come looook!” Orlando yelled from the back of the house in a somewhat defeated tone. Checking the bedroom, bathroom, and studio he finally found Orlando hunched over the computer in Henry’s room. “Looook it, even fan girls want me to be preggers! It’s not fair!” Orlando pointed indignantly at the computer screen. Pulled up on Internet Explorer were photo manipulations of Orlando with various sized baby bumps. Although one looked like a real, untouched photo.
Grinning cheekily Viggo said, “That one looks untouched.” pointing to a picture of Orlando at a movie premiere. Orlando batted his hand away.
“You’re expecting to sleep on the couch tonight aren’t you?” Orlando asked coolly.
“Orlando, if you are so unsettled by me bringing this whole male pregnancy thing up, go to the hospital, I’m sure you won’t come home with an ultrasound picture crying tears of joy over carrying our child.” Orlando huffed and turned off the computer.
“Fine Mr. Thinks Having His Husband Get Pregnant Would Be The Coolest Thing Ever. God you are so weird sometimes. I’m going to hospital, don’t wait up I’m sure I’ll be home late, probably sicker than before. Damn Hospitals. Nasty, sick, hacking people, bad doctors....” Orlando’s rant continued down the hall.
“I love you! Drive safely!”
“Yeah, yeah! You know you want me to come back preggers!”

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Around seven Viggo heard the the front door open and close and Orlando’s familiar footsteps walk towards the living room where he was currently laying, starring at the ceiling. He saw Orlando come to stand beside the couch and a small picture was tossed onto his stomach. Viggo picked it up and held it up into his line of sight.
An Ultra sound picture. Trying to sit up a little too quickly he fell out of the couch. “Wha the hell is that?” He asked Orlando’s doe eyed, innocent expression. Orlando smiled.
Apparently I was born with some sort of weird doohickey thing near my prostate that allows me to have children. So Vig darling you’re gonna be a Papa...again! Viggo felt himself falling and then a searing pain on the back of his head.
“Viggo, time to wake up love.” Viggo’s eyes focused on Orlando leaning down over him grinning. “That was a nasty fall old man, you got blood all over that carpet I bought in Spain.”
“The baby...” Viggo mumbled while reaching a hand to Orlando’s abdominal area. “You were just...that was just a severely unfunny joke right?” Orlando stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.
“Yeah I’m sorry Vig, didn’t think you’d actually faint though. Although the expression on your face was priceless. I should of had a video camera then showed it to Henry he’d loved that!” Orlando stopped laughing after Viggo started growling in displeasure. “Okay, okay, no more. I’m done. I actually have a bacterial thinggy, I have some antibiotics, should be fine in a day or two.” Orlando caught Viggo’s lips in a quick kiss. “Come on old man, lets get to bed I’m exhausted after today...I mean what man actually thinks he’s pregnant?”

End...Or so we think. ;)

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sequel?!