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NOTE: I noticed for the next two weeks NCIS:LA has more info on Sam's family. For now, my story will use my creative license for their names, and I'll change the names after I view the two episodes. I cannot wait to see those two episodes.

ADDENDUM: I decided NOT to change the names of my characters. 11/7/2012.

Title: Surreptitious; Rating: M

WARNINGS: Slash: G/Sam; Squick: M-preg G Callen; Squick: Sam Hanna is married.

Story Details and Full Disclaimer in Chapter 1.

Lemon Sorbet

Chapter 4

It was difficult to not notice something was happening to his body, ominous changes too visible to ignore. Every time G glanced in the mirror at himself, he cringed and drew away, unwilling to study his body as he usually did after Sam and him had made love or screwed as if they had not seen each other in days.

Today was the first day he decided it was time to tell Sam that something was not right with his body. They had scheduled this weekend's lovemaking sessions around a football game tomorrow afternoon, and this time G had agreed to provide the refreshments which proved to be a problem. His appetite was off. He wanted to eat but by the time he finished grocery shopping, he vomited instead. G's food choices had suffered too. He craved the oddest combinations of foods he had ever eaten in his life.

After he arrived home, G unpacked the groceries and added a serious addition of small container ice creams to his two-thirds full freezer. If it had not been for his recently purchased chest freezer last month, nothing else would have fit in his refrigerator's freezer section.

G saved out one container of lemon sorbet. He never liked the stuff before now, but had acquired an intense desire for the frozen treat. After the groceries had been put away, he settled down in the living room and watched the newest chic flick on his On Demand cable television channel. That was another change, a huge change, he wanted to watch tear jerking movies such as chic flicks and cried throughout the whole flick.

Maybe I need to invite Kensi over and we can enjoy a few flicks together. First, I might want to inform her about my body changes. He chuckled to himself. If I am shocked over my body changes image what it would do to her.

A knock on the door startled him. Another change, he was startled by jarring or unexpected noises. He placed the sorbet on the end table and answered the door.

"Sam." He opened the door just enough to peek through it. "I didn't expect you here tonight."

"I needed to see you and told my wife I had some work to finish at the office."

G sighed and opened the door. He walked back to his paused chic flick and the lemon sorbet.

Sam gave him a look and settled down next to him on the sofa. "That's a new flavor for you."

"Can't seem to get enough." He drew a blanket around his body and snuggled beside his lover.

"A chic flick again?"

"Don't push your luck with me, I'm not in the mood."

"Moody again?"

"Yes, too moody for my own tastes." And maybe for my own good.

"Any other flavors?"

"In the chest freezer."

Sam rummaged through lemon sorbet container after container until he discovered his favorite flavor at the bottom of the freezer, rocky road. He settled down on the sofa and wrapped an arm around G's shoulders. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Tomorrow."

"I'm available right now."

Crap. "I've got some serious problems, and I'm confused about what's happening with my body."

"Show me."

"Really? Show you? You expect me to strip naked here in the living room and expose myself to you and show you—"

"Easy, G, calm down." He drew him closer into his side. "Show me one thing at a time."

"Oh, damn, sorry, I'm just too emotional right now."

"Well, there's a change, emotional," he said. "An obsession with chic flicks and another with sorbet."

"Not just any sorbet, it has to be lemon." G pulled back and set his lemon sorbet on the end table. "This is the easiest one to show you. I noticed the change in the last week after one of our surreptitious rendezvous." G removed his bright blue nightshirt which he now used to go to the grocery store at night. The softness felt cozy against his sensitive nipples.

Sam's jaw dropped open. He faced his lover and examined his chest with his eyes. "Eating anything different?"

"Lemon sorbet."

"I don't think that would cause swelling of your breast tissue."

"My what?"

"Your… chest tissue… men have breasts too you know."

"Backpedal as fast as you can, Sam." G chuckled.

"May I touch them?"

"Of course, but not with your ice cold hands."

Sam set the ice cream on the end table next to him, and warmed his hands under his own shirt. He reached out to his lover's chest and caressed the swollen tissue on G's left breast and nipple. "How does that feel?"

"Gives me a hard on."

"It does?"

"Yes, I thought it would make me pissed off because they're so sensitive."

Sam leaned in for a kiss and caressed both of G's breasts.

"Screw me, I need you in me."

"Are you serious?"

"Crap, this is turning me on more than ever, and I need you in me, now."

"Let's take this into the bedroom."

"No, here, right now, screw me, I need you, now, crap." G stripped off his clothes and tossed them on the floor.

Sam stared at his lover's body. "Are you taking hormones?"

"Screw you!" He stomped out of the living room and slammed the bathroom door.

Sam rushed after him and wrapped on the bathroom door. "Come on, G, let's talk."

He opened the door. "Hormones, what the hell is that about? Why would I be taking hormones? I've got no intentions of changing my body into a woman's body. Okay? You got that straight?"

"Perfectly straight," Sam said. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I love you."

"I still want to have sex."

Sam grasped G's hand and lead him to the bed. "Since we're here."

G undressed his lover, planting kisses down his brawny physique. "Sorry I lost it, I'm just too emotional these days."

Sam leaned over and drew his lover into his arms. "No matter what you look like you are sexy to me." He passionately kissed G on the mouth, forcing his tongue inside, claiming him. He whispered, "I want you." Sam laid on the bed and pulled G on top of him. "Sit on me." He grasped G's stiff member while kissing him again. "I love you," he whispered to his lover as G lowered himself down onto his hardened member.

"Oh hell!" G gasped and shuddered. "My nipples, damn it, suck them." He leaned over pressing his chest into Sam's face. "I can't believe how I feel, how they feel. Touch them. Pinch my nipples. I can't get enough."

Sam mouth hung open in shock. G sounded just like his wife during sex especially when she was…. "Crap!" He pushed G off him and shot straight up in bed.

"What the hell was that for?" G drew the blankets around himself. "Talk about acting strange."

Sam scrambled off the bed and rushed out of the room. G hurried out of the room, following him into the study and found Sam on the computer. "So computer sex is more exciting than me. I knew it would come to this sooner or later." He laughed at his own sick joke. "Why don't you just go home and get your jollies by yourself?"

Sam glanced up from the computer. "Come and sit on my lap."

"Why?"

"Let's have a talk."

"Why are you so damned serious all of the sudden?"

"Come over here and see." Sam patted his lap.

"No kinky stuff, remember we're not into that crap any more."

"I promise." He patted his lap again.

"Can I sit on you again?"

"Sure."

G plodded over to his lover's side and climbed onto his lap, pressing Sam's semi-hard member deep inside him. "I was so close and you just—"

"I know and you need to see something," he said, pointing at the screen. "This is important."

G stared at the words on the computer screen, his jaw hanging open in utter disbelief. "I can't be…" He tried to form the word in his mouth, but his throat, tongue and lips failed to function in response to his brain's orders. On the screen before him, a naked woman bared all for G to see, everything he now had; swollen breasts, swollen abdomen, and sensitive nipples. A long list of symptoms provided even more proof that he was a changed man, but not in the way any man would want to be changed. "What the hell are we going to do?" G glanced down at his swollen breasts and then studied the screen again. "We're screwed, royally screwed."

"Yes, that's exactly how this happened too."

"You think this is funny?"

"No, I think it is fantastic."

"Fantastic? That word went out with the—"

Sam drew G's face to his and kissed him hard on the lips. "I'm in love with you and I don't give a crap if you are…"

"You can't say it either."

"I thought it."

"When you pushed me off of you."

"Yes, and you were acting like my wife when she was…"

"Knocked up."

"Crass but true, I knocked you up."

G grasped Sam's face and kissed him hard. "Screw me."

"This explains why you can't get enough of me too."

"Why?"

"Hormonal shifts."

"Whatever you want to call it is fine with me just don't say that one damned word."

"You mean the 'P' word?"

"Yes, now let's do it, now, I need you."

"Turn around and face me."

G whirled himself around and faced his lover.

Sam stood and supported G's buttocks with both hands. "Wrap your legs around my waist." He placed his hands on G's hips. "I can't believe this, we're going to have a—"

"Stop! Put me down."

"What?"

"I'm going to be sick." Before Sam had the chance to sit down on the sofa, G vomited on his partner and himself. He raised off Sam's lap and slid onto the sofa, vomiting again.

"You should've warned me."

"I did."

"No problem."

"I suppose you're going to tell me this is morning sickness which comes at night with me." Damn. "This was not what I needed to hear right now in my life."

"Let's go shower and clean up this mess." Sam grasped G's hand and lead him toward the bathroom.

"What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

G stepped into the shower followed by Sam. "I mean, your wife and daughters and this." He pointed to his changed body. "This will be next to impossible to hide." G leaned back into Sam's warm body. "Hold me." Tears welled up in his cerulean blue eyes. This was not happening to him.

He flashed back to the moment he walked into a building on their ops three months ago. G had forgotten the nitrile gloves Hetty insisted each team member wear. He shrugged off his operations manager's concern for the team and for himself. After all, no chemical was capable of altering his body or anyone else's body.

I wish I had listened to her.

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