Title: The Not-So-One Night Stand
Title: The Not-So-One Night Stand
Author: Cat
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: R for cursing.
Summary: Angel and Spike had a night of passion and now one of them is stuck in a very stressful predicament.
Notes: Well, I was just experimenting and let this run on some. This is an MPREG story..which involves male pregnancy. If you are squicked, don't read! There might be more parts, might not. This is for truly_tazi because we both saw a pic of DB holding a baby for his new show/movie and both thought the same thing. lol. I'm still going to do a mpreg drabble for you because I'm not sure how this turned out. lol.
Feedback: Yes, please. Just trying something out because I got up a little nerve.
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Disclaimer: Joss owns all btvs/ats characters.
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Angel lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling for the fifth night since Spike had left L.A..
They'd had one night together, because, for once, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off of each other. Hadn't been able to pretend that all their fighting didn't have at least partly to do with sexual tension.
It had been hot. Toe curling.
If they could have sweat, the sheets would have been soaked.
Not nearly enough for either of them after all the years of denial, but all they had were those blurred together hours of mouths, limbs, and weeping cocks.
And now here Angel was.
Stuck....Panicking... and motherfuckinggoddamned pregnant!!!!
Once he got over the shock, he'd get out of bed and try to find Spike...
If he could just find something that would fit over his stomach.
Angel was terrified at the feel of a sob building in his chest.
He'd gotten up the morning after the lust-filled night, sleepy, with his hair in disarray. Mussing his fingers in it. Feeling regret because Spike was already gone. He'd gone into the bathroom to brush his teeth... and was dumb not to have noticed it earlier, but hey, he was *very* groggy in the morning. Angel leant over the sink to reach his toothbrush. His round stomach touched the counter and he couldn't reach it... and well... he looked down.
There were few things that could make Angel faint like a damsel in distress... this was one of them.
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He woke up after about 6 minutes, hauling himself off of the floor. Then deposited his ass right back in bed.
So, yeah, he hadn't moved since then much. But today, he was going to get up. Really, he was.
Wesley and Fred kept on calling him, asking what was wrong and Angel would just say he was working on something. He had to get up soon because he'd bet that any moment now they'd come in with stakes and holy water labeled 'Angelus-Be-Gone'.
The vampire grunted, sitting up and going into the bathroom yet again. Cranking up the heat of the shower and scrubbing a soaped up cloth all over his aching muscles... finding it difficult to do his legs and definitely his feet, he finally gave up when he couldn't get to his pinky toes. "I'm *not* going to cry.", he reassured himself. Letting the washcloth plop onto the bottom of the tub.
He let the hot water rinse over him and took several deep breaths before getting out. Ignoring his beloved hair dryer that he used everyday to craft his perfect hair style. If anything, he was going to take full advantage of not having to do things and for once be lazy.
He looked through his wardrobe and found a pair of black sweatpants with drawstrings. No sign of a shirt that would fit over his over-the-night 7 month pregnant belly. Then, after digging through everything twice, he found a balled up large shirt that he'd used as a scrap cloth for cleaning and put it on. Thank gods it was clean and didn't have Windex on it. The last thing he needed was to smell like glass cleaner.
Angel tried to tug the shirt over his stomach but it still scrunched up and showed a few inches of skin. So he added his long black duster and buttoned it all the way.
For once, he was glad he couldn't see himself in the mirror.
Sighing as he went to open the door, his other hand nervously fiddled with a jacket button. Before he could turn the knob, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Spike stepped into the doorway, "Hey, poof, just came to get my lucky lighter." The vamp tried to deny that he wasn't just there for the sentimental trinket. He brushed past his sire and looked down when he felt something against him, "Holy shit, Angel, how in the hell did you get so fat???"
Spike laughed hard, shocked, "Did you decide that being a cannibal was the way to go?"
Angel saw red and the next thing the blond vamp knew, he was being thrown against a wall. Several paintings falling as he slid to the ground.
"YOU. You fucking did this to me. You got me pregnant!!" Angel kicked him in the stomach.
Spike coughed up blood and looked up, eyes wide. Clearly, his broody sire had gone insane. "Last I checked, you had a wee-wee, you wanker." Pointedly looking at Angel's crotch before standing up. "Get a grip." Wiping red from his mouth, Spike sneered, "Don't worry, you'll loose the weight."
"Stop calling me fat, you-you anorexic walking stick. You want fat, look at this!" Angel sobbed, horrifying Spike as the vampire ripped his coat open, buttons flying everywhere. One hitting Spike's forehead.
Spike didn't notice, his eyes glued to the bulge of Angel's definitely pregnant tummy, disbelieving.
"It's not possible." The shirt had ridden half way up.
"Oh yes it is. Apparently, if Darla can have a baby, I can." Angel said, annoyed and ready for Spike to get over it. "So you're not going anywhere, Blondie." He grabbed Spike's hand and spread it over his stomach.
Spike gasped, excitement, fear, protectiveness all running through him. Circling his hand there and feeling a movement against his fingers.
"Well, I'll be damned..."
"We already knew about that part." Angel said with tired humor.