hello. as this is my first ff, so i'm a newbie at actually publishing. this contains mpreg and its a slight Alpha/Beta/Omega, but only because it helps to explain why men are prgnant instead of making up something that doesn't make sense. its in the background, but its there. i want to say that this is T rated, but i think it includes a few M-rated scenes. idk, i'm not really a sex writter, so if you see it, it was probably made by someone else.
also, is you think that this will be a fluffy Mormor, you have gone to the wrong place. Come on, i mean, there is some fluff due to emotions and hormones, but there are two hardcore criminals. there is no such thing as 'fluff'.
okay. on with the story. enjoy!
He was in the middle of a heat that just suddenly sprang on him without any of his usual symptoms. This didn't really allow him time to prepare for his heat, but with his boss slash lover with him, everything didn't really seem too bad, until it was too late to do anything about it by that time.
Lying in bed together, trying to catch their breath, Sebastian half way asleep, didn't really notice anything amiss until he realized that he didn't feel the itching and boiling of his blood like it usually is throughout his heat. He vaguely thinks of it as a sign that it was merrily a false heat and shuffles closer to his alpha. He doesn't bother to ask Jim if he used a condom or not; knowing that that's not Jim's problem to worry about. Jim made it his job to worry about protection and contraception pills. He tries to think through the fog of sleep to remember if he took any form of birth control. The hand he feels rub soothing streaks over his scalp slowly takes him under the soft blanket of sleep.
2 1/2 months into the future.
Moran is sitting next to the toilet again, throwing up before he's has a proper meal. He's been contributing this and a few other symptoms as a stomach flu, causing Jim to stay as far away from him as possible. It wouldn't do well for the criminal mastermind to get sick during their busy season.
As he sits by the toilet waiting for the nausea to pass, he can't help but to wonder if his initial assessment of his symptoms might have been wrong. It has been a good month or so since early symptoms of something amiss has been going on in his body started to show. He became more tired. Much more tired. A deep bone ache tiredness that just would not go away. If it weren't for Jim, he's pretty sure that he would have missed a few jobs. He starts to think back farther, adding up other symptoms over a mental timeline and tried to find a more plausible diagnosis for his symptoms when a startling realization hits him.
He counts the numbers again, just in case. Even a third time. By the fourth time, he starts panicking a little. It can't, no, it's not true. Maybe that false heat threw off his normal heats. There's nothing to worry about. So what if he missed his heat? It's not like he has any symp... Crap!
He stand up quickly and starts pacing the bathroom. This cannot be right. It has to be a mistake. Sebastian Moran is not pr- carrying a child by his psychopathic lover! It just doesn't...
He puts his face into his hands. The heat came too fast and he forgot about his contraception's; and it's not like 'big alpha' Jim is going to wear a condom, even once. He slid down the wall still with his face in his hands. He was so totally screwed.
He started freaking out, thinking of what it would mean for his job, his life, even his lover. Oh, god! How would he tell Jim? He felt like he couldn't breathe. He needed to get a grip on himself. Freaking before even officially knowing wasn't good. He may not even be pregnant. It could actually be some disease or foreign sickness ravaging his body; not a human being growing inside him.
He hovered his hand over his clothed abdomen. 'No,' he thought to himself. 'It's not possible.' he would double check, but he was pretty sure. A baby did not fit onto his sort of lifestyle.
He started to plan how he was going to go about finding if he was really pregnant. First, he would need to get his hands on some test discreetly. Knowing Jim, he probably had his every move being watched. It would be impossible to go to the chemist and pick up a test without someone notifying his boss.
He took a deep breath. He'd have at least try.
He dawned his sunglasses and a red baseball cap for his trip to the store, knowing that Jim would still know it was him, but that didn't matter at the moment. He walked at his normal pace, though every step he took, he dreaded. He knew the only thing telling him of his fate as father or sniper stood at the end of the street; waiting for him. He forced himself not to stop, knowing someone would find his behavior strange if he continually stopped and started randomly and try to notify Jim.
He walked in the store and spotted his accomplice standing by some produce, aimlessly wondering the store. Once he knew that his associate spotted him, he made his way to the store customer's restroom.
He waited five minutes before he texted Brian to bring in the 'stuff' and waited another three minutes until he heard a knock, causing his heart to pound out of his chest. He took a deep breath to calm himself and opened the door.
His accomplice stood there, holding a white pharmacy bag in his hand. He stood out of the way to allow him to enter the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He stretched to take the bag and snatched it away from him; He didn't mean to snatch the bag from him; his nervousness was making his every judgment not very rational. He just wanted to get this test over and done with, never to be thought about again accept for the sole purpose of a reason to make sure Jim wears a condom before he even thinks about touching him again. If everything went the way he hoped, he may decide to get a few shots in at a few targets if he was in a good enough mood after this ordeal.
He dug inside of the white bag and pulled out a blue plastic box. He held the plastic box in his hand and tried to force himself to open it instead of staring at it. The noise of someone else clearing his throat brought Sebastian out of his thought process as his head quickly snapped up to stare at the person who made the noise. He was an old army buddy of his who also did some work for Jim now and again. He kept in touch with him over the years and occasionally he asked him for help. Brian was mostly 'do and never ask questions,' which made him perfect for this. He understood the seriousness of this situation but he didn't know that his boss was the one who put him in the situation he was in now.
"You alright?" he asked Moran. Moran gave a stiff nod in response. "I don't want to add pressure on you or anything, but I don't think your boss will be too happy about this if it comes back positive. You're his best sniper. I don't think he'll like the guy who decided to knock his greatest sniper up the duff."
"You don't even know half of it." He and James decided to keep their relationship strictly private news. If word got out that he might be pregnant, there would be no good coming out of something like this. That's not to say people didn't expect them to already be a couple, but confirming it was something Jim frowned on. He liked to keep his personal life separate from his work life.
He sighed. He knew he was stalling and finally took the box with him inside one of the stalls. He opened the box and took one of the test out, staring at it before using it. He took the other two out and repeated the process, setting them aside after to wait out his fate.
He waited a few minutes, agitated and on the edge of the seat waiting, but he refused to look at the test. He heard a knock on the stall's door and silently cursed his friend for knowing he was avoiding looking at the test. He quickly scooped them up and made his way out of the stall and placed them upside down on the counter by the sink as he washed his hands. When he was finished, be slowly dried his hands, staring at the test as he did so.
"You need to just go for it. You can't just stare at their backs forever." his friend gently placed his hand on his shoulder. "Bet this is how the chicks feel going through the same thing, eh," he said, trying for some light humor. The corner of Moran's lips quirked up at the statement. He let out a heavy sigh and summoned up all the courage he had and turned the tests over...
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There must...it can't...there had be some mistake. Moran's head is spinning trying to process the information he's been shown. A set of three positive signs smile up at him, making his insides clench. He can feel the nausea rise inside his stomach and quickly turns back to the stall as the vomit burns it way out of his throat. Once his wrenching stops, he weakly makes his way out of the stall and rinses his mouth in the sink.
"Sebastian. Y-you need to sit down before you f-faint. You're as white as a ghost." There's an edge in his voice, giving away a few of his feelings as it wavers. Two men harden by war and blood each seem on the edge of panic from three tiny plastic test.
When rationality slowly re-introduced itself back into Sebastian's mind, he remembers that his friend should have left three minutes ago. Damn, someone other than who was in the bathroom would start to panic. He could basically hear someone laying a file in Jim's office right at this second.
"You need to go. Someone's probably making their way down here to find see if I'm alright as we speak." He looked in his friend's eyes, seeing an internal conflict take place within his head. In the end, he decided it was best to go. As he started walking towards the door, Sebastian called out to him.
"Please. Just, don't tell anyone." he asked in a tired voice.
With his back still facing the Sebastian, Brian stopped and asked, "Will you tell just one thing?" Even though Sebastian knew that be couldn't see him, he nodded.
"He continually watches your every move, practically lives with you, and you're the only one he lets see the true him." He finally turns around to look Moran in the eyes. "Is the father of that child Jim Moriarty?"
Sebastian pressed the tips of his fingers to his mouth. He broke eye contact by shutting his eyes, but nodded.
So. this is my first fanfiction i have written. i have read a lot of the stories others have written and i'm mostly here for the Sherlock section. My idea for this came when i noticed that no one had ever done a Seastian and Jim mpreg? :(
So here i am!
read, review. i have about 7 chapters of this story already written out, so if some like it, i'll continually post at least bu-daily. so tell me what you think! :D