Super Special

Completely Out of the Realm of My Experience MPREG Chapter (part 1)

A/N: As the title might suggest, I am WAAAAYYYYY over my head with this, and may have bitten off more than I can chew. By the way, did you know there was a character max for titles, which is why this one ended up in the chapter itself? Anyway.... I was supposed to have this done for Dragon's birthday, which due to timezones and whatnot is still today here, but yesterday there, so I royally botched this. The story starts immediately following Bill and Abby's wedding.

The sun shone brightly through the cracks around the edge of the heavy curtains, and Phillip's head throbbed with the intrusion of light and his mouth felt like there was a thick paste in it weighing down his tongue. And his stomach felt like.....suddenly he leapt from the bed and sprinted to the bathroom, hand over his mouth as he gagged, making it to the toilet just in time. Whatever possible bits of last night left in his stomach were rudely dispelled from his body in the cruelest manner; he felt like complete shit. After flushing the toilet following a few aching dry heaves, Phillip stumbled toward the sink and rinsed his mouth. Every inch of him ached. From his pounding headache to the stiffness in his overworked limbs, it was like he'd been doing severe calisthenics last night and he was paying dearly. Thinking back, he supposed Bill, the open bar, and he and Gareth's bedtime activities were all partly to blame. He couldn't believe he'd danced with Bill, that was something he was sure he would be teased about for years to come. Although he knew, without a doubt, the years to come would be with Gareth and the kids. Dancing with Gareth just cemented the feelings that were so passionately entrenched.

Phillip felt he might be able to return to a vertical standing position, rather than a hobbled crouch, now that his stomach was somewhat better, so he pushed himself upright fully, leaning on the counter. He examined his damaged body in the mirror. His chest was littered with love bites, and his nipples were swollen from the teasing and suckling that Gareth did last night, although to be fair, he'd started playing with his own nipples to arouse Gareth more. And that's not the only place that was swollen. It appeared Phillip's ass was too. He'd asked for it, though. He'd asked for Gareth to pound him, breed him. And now he'd have to live with the results. One thing was for certain, he wasn't going to let the kids see a bit of his exposed flesh after what their father did to him.

Searching through the garment bags they'd brought with them, Phillip found what he'd been looking for in a small pocket. Two painkillers ought to help with his really deadly hangover. He swallowed them with a bit of water, then fought with his rebelling stomach to keep them down. Rubbing his hand across his stomach, Phillip could feel a bit of dried leftovers from last night's activities in his light coating of body hair, even though he wasn't sure which time it was from.

Phillip climbed back into the bed, curling against Gareth who was still snoring and working off whatever he'd drunk last night. Both of their bodies, although showered whilst in the midst of passion, had definitely smelled better. Phillip wrinkled his nose, then settled in. Content to be against the prone body of the man he loved, Phillip fell back asleep.

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Gareth awoke to the feeling of being smothered. He wasn't, but Phillip had moved and his arm somehow ended up across Gareth's face. Gareth pushed the offending appendage out of the way and struggled to sit up. It was obvious from the amount of light in the room that is was far later than they usually dragged themselves out of bed. Squinting a little he looked at the clock, and it realized it was nearly eleven am. Not only had they missed the complimentary breakfast, but it was nearing checkout time.

"Hey, Phillip," Gareth said gently, "It's time to get up."

"Urrgh," came Phillip's garbled reply. "I feel like I've been hit by a truck."

"More like a bunch of liquor and a few rounds of rough sex," Gareth said with a chuckle as he placed a light kiss on Phillip's shoulder before he climbed out of bed to use the toilet. "We need to check out in about thirty minutes unless you want to pay for another night. How about you get up and we have a shower?"

"Together?" Phillip asked.

Gareth grinned thinking of the fun they had in the shower the night previous. "Well, conserving water is environmentally friendly, besides this is a huge shower and we don't have enough time to do it separately," he called from the bathroom as he turned on the tap.

Within a few minutes both men were in the shower, enjoying the hot water beating down on their aching bodies. Gareth could tell something wasn't quite right with Phillip, aside from all the marks on his chest. He seemed to be moving really sluggishly as well as. "Something wrong, Phil?"

"Just a bit dizzy," Phillip groaned as he took a seat on the shower bench. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.

Gareth quickly rinsed himself, then turned the water off. If they wanted to get out in time, he'd need to help Phillip, who was obviously worse for wear.

After grabbing a towel and helping Phillip to the bed, he sat the man down and gingerly dried him, then quickly dried himself. He helped Phillip put on some clothes, then dressed himself, taking care to place all their dirty clothes back into their garment bags. Just before they left the room, Phillip managed to rouse himself from the bed to put on his running shoes and grimly went back into the bathroom for a minute. Gareth could hear the retching and decided to take the flimsy plastic ice bucket from the room to have in the car for the ride home. Just in case.

They passed the housekeeping cart in the hall, and knew they'd just made the checkout time, Phillip seemingly plodding to the exit, to wait in the car, while Gareth dealt with the front desk. Gareth could hear the groans coming from Phillip as he opened the lobby door to the blinding sunshine outside.

Within 20 minutes they were back home, and thankfully the ice bucket hadn't been called into service, although it had been touch and go. The kids all came out to greet the men, and Phillip gamely tried to be pleasant, but couldn't, due the lack of ability to stay upright. He gripped the wrought iron railing of the front steps like his life depended on it.

Beverly laughed outright when she saw the two men, and suggested that maybe she and Jack take the kids out while Phillip settled in for a bit more of a nap.

"Gareth, what on Earth did you do to the poor man? He looks positively green," Beverly teased as Phillip carefully and slowly made his way up the front steps.

"I think it was Bill and the open bar that did it."

"Did you have any eggs, Phillip?" Franny inquired helpfully. "They make me feel just like that. Are you going to throw up?"

Phillip groaned and dashed in the house and down the hall with his hand over his mouth.

"See," Franny stated. "Eggs!"

"Come on, Franny, let's leave Phillip to pay his respects to the porcelain god," Jack said with a snort, as he helped Beverly load their grandkids into the minivan. He turned back to Gareth, "Let's hope he's not pregnant. Your record with weddings sucks." Jack laughed like he'd said the funniest joke ever, then climbed in the driver's seat.

Gareth rolled his eyes at his dad's comment, then waved as they pulled away. When he carried their bags into the house, he made sure to stop by the sink for a glass of water for his hungover man.

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It was a week after the wedding, and a week before school was set to start again, and Phillip was starting to worry. Maybe he'd picked up an intestinal parasite? But Gareth wasn't ill, in fact he was in fine health. Maybe it was something from a garden they'd worked on? But Mel was perfectly good. Well, except for the fact that she was complaining that they needed an assistant because Phillip wasn't pulling his weight. In fact he'd needed to stop working a few times a day due to feeling a little ill. Phillip was getting dizzy more often, even though he made sure to stay hydrated.

While working at one of Mrs. Bentman's garden club friends' home, Phillip stood stiffly, leaning heavily against a shovel.

"I'm sorry, Mel, I don't know what is wrong, exactly. I just feel ill," Phillip explained as he wiped his sweaty forehead.

"Well don't get me sick. We have clients to service," she replied grumpily, her response as prickly as her hair. Then she looked at Phillip's sunken eyes and drawn complexion. He really did look ill. "I'm sorry, Phillip. I shouldn't have snapped at you," she said with a sigh. "What can I do to help?"

"Honestly, I don't know. You've been so good this week. I get ravenously hungry, then end up throwing up. Some foods I normally love, like pie, I can't even touch, and I have a huge craving for hot dogs."

"Well, the wieners are Gareth's territory, not mine." She giggled at her childish joke.

At first Phillip groaned at her pun, but then he really did groan as he held his hand to his stomach before dashing off to the back corner of the garden where he heaved his stomach contents onto the fertile earth. He kneeled on the ground for a minute or so, then stood shakily using the fence for support. Mel walked over and handed him a bottle of water.

"I think we're done for the day here. You need to see a doctor, Phillip, just in case." She quickly put a shovel full of soil over his little mess.

Phillip nodded slowly, not sure what the doctor could do for a slight stomach bug. "Yeah, I'll call about an appointment tomorrow." The doctor's offices always brought back bad memories, and he couldn't recall the last time he'd gone to the doctor for a trouble of his own. He took a tentative sip of water. Surely there wasn't anything left in there to come up.

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That night, Phillip listened to the kids discuss their time at Daddy's school helping set up the bulletin boards and desks during dinner. He sat and read with Daisy on the couch for a little while, and he'd done a bedtime story with Gabe. After the kids were all in bed, instead of his usual Earl Grey, he'd made Gareth the regular, but himself some chamomile tea instead. As they cuddled on the couch, Phillip's stomach settled and he lounged back onto Gareth, his favourite pillow of all.

Gareth lazily ran his hand over Phillip's chest, then gently squeezed Phillip's nipple. They hadn't had a chance to do anything since the wedding, and since Phillip seemed to be calm and between bouts of illness, Gareth was hoping something more than cuddling could be on the menu.

"Ouch!" Phillip's generally somewhat sensitive nipples were now very sensitive and also appeared to be swollen a little.

"Sorry, I thought maybe you were excited, what with your nipples being perky and everything."

"Hardly. They're just really sore."

"Really?" Gareth looked down his lover's chest and could see the outlines of slightly puffy nipples through Phillip's shirt. He was right, they weren't actually perky at all. "And you're still nauseous?"

"Yeah." Phillip stiffened with self-consciousness, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Tired? Unusual eating habits?" Gareth cautiously grilled.

"Yes, constantly tired, and as for food, I can't eat pie, just the idea of it makes me sick, but I am totally craving crackers. Hmm...and maybe some peanut butter....Ohh, and maybe some burritos." He reached for his tea, nipples forgotten.

Gareth looked at Phillip with a raised eyebrow. "Burritos? Really? And peanut butter? You hate peanut butter, don't you?"

"Well, normally, but it sounds really good right now." Phillip thought some more about food all the while sipping at his tea.

"Phillip, I'm going to ask you something odd, and don't take it the wrong way, but, uhhh, did you have any bleeding or anything after the wedding?"

"You didn't scratch me Gareth, well, not that bad, anyway."

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, you know, down there...You had me go pretty hard." Gareth lightly squeezed one of Phillip's butt cheeks to get the point across.

Phillip's face went beet red, as red as the blood that had been on the toilet paper the next day. "Maybe," he said uneasily, studying the remnants of his tea in his mug. "Why?"

"Did you make a doctor's appointment?"

"Yes, for tomorrow. Mel insisted."

"Can I come with you? I mean is it okay?"

"Actually, I'd really like that. Doctors bother me, you know, with my mother and everything," Phillip responded, relieved for the support. "I think Mel can watch the kids for a little bit, we don't have too much on the schedule for tomorrow."

Gareth was happy that Phillip didn't mind, because the symptoms his partner was having seemed really familiar, even though it was completely impossible.

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The next day, Mel was fine with watching the kids. She came to their house bearing various arts and crafts projects to occupy the kids. Phillip took them into the kitchen to make sure the table top was clear of crumbs for a crafting surface. Mel seized the opportunity and took Gareth aside to voice her concerns over Phillip's health.

"I don't know what's wrong, but he's never been sick like this before in the entire time I've known him."

"Yeah, he's not been right all week," Gareth agreed.

"What with the dizziness, vomiting, and exhaustion, I'd swear, if he wasn't a guy...." Mel trailed off, raising her eyebrows.

"I know," Gareth answered, "I mean I know he's a guy, if you know what I mean, but I remember what Leeann was like with Franny..."

Mel was relieved that Gareth was on the same page. She wasn't the only one that was putting the signs together to make the impossible. The two gave each other complicit looks, not wanting to say the word.

A/N: No supernaturals or anything, but here's the first installment, just under the wire!