Mmm, sorry peeps. Homegirl just needed a little downtime.

Waiting patiently (well, maybe not) for my beta to send back the prologue for OS. If you're reading this, I need you to know that I cut and pasted it into the e-mail and then deleted the sent e-mail to save space. I don't have it on my computer anymore. Send it back…please.

Agh, typing during the day for once...And what's that sound? Children...playing? I thought they had forgotten to how to do that when the X-box came out! Not to mention the child molester that lives near my house...Ah well, ON WITH THE SHOW!

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Sympathy Blubber

Artha was nervous. Why, you may ask? Because Cain had come by earlier with a letter from Moordryd. The fact that Moordryd had taken the time to write a letter was not nearly as frightening as the fact that he had sent Cain to deliver it. Both Artha and Moordryd knew that the Dragon Eyes second-in-command was fiercely jealous of their relationship. Moordryd must have scared Cain shitless to get him to deliver the letter without tampering with it.

Unsigned as it was, at least Artha was sure no one had messed with it. The Dragon Eyes seal on the back was unbroken, and inside the envelope was a (VERY) short letter with Moordryd's spidery script. The note also contained Moordryd's characteristic bluntness.

'Meet me at our old place, we need to talk. Don't wuss out on me, Stable Brat.'

It was simple, it made sense, and it was written so that only Moordryd Artha would know where to meet. So here Artha was, sitting on that damn mattress. It seemed as though the springs missed him and were trying to make up for lost time. The dark-haired teen had never realized how uncomfortable his bed was until he and Moordryd had abandoned it in favor of sneaking to each other's rooms. He detached another spring from his backside and sighed.

Beau was waiting patiently outside, a great deal calmer than his rider. This was nothing new to him, he and Decepshun had kept watch while their respective riders were off...Doing whatever it is that two mated humans do together. There were times when both dragons could smell their humans' arousal, but then there were times when they could barely hear then boys whispering sweet nothings to each other. After a while, the teens had given up on meeting here, so had been a little surprised when Artha pulled up near the rundown old shack.

Which brought them to now. Hearing the distinct sound of a dragon galloping off in the distance, Beau looked up. A dust cloud rose around the slim form of Decepshun and her equally thin rider. The red and blue dragon made an almost-purr sound of greeting when Moordryd pulled up. The white haired rider discarded his jacket and helmet on his dragons saddle, and patted her nose lovingly. He let a hand trail gently over Beau's eye, a simple, yet kind caress, and continued inside as if in a daze. Decepshun purred as well, and settled down next to Beau, laying her head against his.

Artha jumped to his feet as soon as Moordryd entered. In a few steps he crossed the whole room and embraced the Dragon Eyes leader. Pulling back, he held Moordryd at arms length.

"Moordryd, what's wrong? You're...Paler than usual. What do we need to talk about?" Moordryd's head was tilted down, and un-gelled white hair hung in his face and shielded his eyes. Artha took this moment to stare at his lover. Pale hands fidgeted nervously, downcast gray eyes shifted tensely. His white hair (which Artha found incredibly sexy now that it was free of its chemical restraints), was unkempt, and, as mentioned before, gel-less. Moordryd whole posture was rigid and he seemed ready to run.

Finally, he spoke, "A-Artha..." (Moordryd never stuttered!) "Listen, there's something important...I...Uh..."

While Moordryd hemmed and hawed uncharacteristically, Artha panicked. The "What If"s were on parade.

'What if Moordryd's breaking up with me? What if he's found someone better? What if he's dating Cain? What if someone raped him?'

These thoughts continued for a moment until Moordryd shattered them with a sudden outburst.

"I THINK I'M PREGNANT!"

There was a moment of silence in which Artha recovered from being blasted back by the sheer volume of his lover's voice. Righting himself, Artha placed his hands on Moordryd's shoulders again. Laughing at Moordryd would only incur his wrath...And that was scary. Stuttering and not believing him would also incur that wrath and, therefore, was a bad idea as well.

So he spoke calmly and slowly, a cross between speaking to an angry dragon and speaking to a particularly stupid four-year-old, "Moordryd...Why do you think that...?"

Unexpectedly, Moordryd threw himself into Artha's arms, almost sobbing, "B-Because! I...I've been eating weird, throwing up, an-and...Putting on weight!"

Artha pulled back and examined Moordryd's stomach. He trailed a hand down to push at the normally hard abs, indeed there was a slight squish before his fingers felt the resistance of muscle. Not enough to assume pregnancy by Artha's standards, but still there. He sighed and sat down on the floor, pulling the almost tearful Moordryd down to sit in his lap.

"Moordryd...Guy's don't normally get pregnant. In fact, I don't think a man ever has. As for the weird food and puking...Has Rancyd been cooking again?" Moordryd nodded and tucked his head under Artha's chin, "I rest my case. Rancyd has been cooking weird food for you and you may have been allergic to one of the ingredients." Moordryd looked up and stared seriously into his lover's eyes, all traces of almost tears gone.

"How do you explain the weight gain? If I was just puking, I'd be losing weight." Artha nodded, recalling "The Talk" his mother had given him when he was six and she was pregnant with Lance.

If Artha remembered correctly, his mother had been fairly muscular. Her stomach hadn't even began to bulge until she was many months into the pregnancy. She had cheerfully told him all about pregnancy, from puking her guts out and pissing like a race dragon to mood swings and odd cravings.

Poor Artha had been scarred for life.

However, now his mother's over-cheerful explanation of "how babies are made and how they come into the world" came to mind. Artha had never thought something so disturbing could be useful.

Just as he was about to explain to Moordryd that a baby wouldn't show through such a hard layer of muscle until it was bigger, Beau roared from outside. The lovebirds on the floor glanced at each other in surprise and then struggled up and darted outside.

Expecting the worst, Moordryd pulled out his whip and Artha pulled out his blocking staff. They had never been discovered before, but they could easily use the excuse that they were fighting.

Instead, they saw an overjoyed Beau nuzzling an almost bashful looking Decepshun. Artha tilted his head, there was something familiar about this scene.

"Oh! I get it!" Artha grinned and stepped forward an took Decepshun's head in his hands, examining her eyes closely and then moving around the back towards her tail.

Moordryd was nonplussed. Beau had roared, which would have been a warning sign on normal terms. However, there was nobody out there and Artha was staring intently the black dragon's rear end. Moordryd tilted his head to the side as Artha moved again, this time crouching near 'Cepshun's stomach.

"Hey, Fatty! C'mere!" Moordryd bristled at the nickname, but squatted next to Artha.

Artha's grin was wide and almost ornery, "I think I figured it out." He patted Decepshun's stomach, "That's sympathy blubber, love, you're not the pregnant one!"

Behind them, Decepshun touched noses with her mate.

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Fin.

Yeah, there's a shameless plug to "Of Ideals and Bedsprings" in there...If you haven't read it already, please do! Leave a review while you're at it!

Written while reading an FMA mpreg fic. Heehee, leave it to Moordryd to panic and think he's preggo just because Rancyd can't cook and he's gaining weight. Yup, Moordryd knew in his subconscious that Decepshun was going to be a mommy. Thus the sympathy blubber.

In case you were wondering, there's a reason I have babies on the brain: one of my cousins just had a baby, and two more from the other side of the family are pregnant as well. One's due in September, the other in March or something...

Moving on: I realized that I didn't have much character interaction between anybody BUT Moordryd and Artha...The fact that I didn't have interaction between the dragons was sad. Sooooo...That's when this piece was born. I point and flail at the BeauCepshun-ness of it all!

Yeah, Artha's mom was perky about everything in my mind, even having a living thing larger than a football force it's way out of her vagina. Since she's dead and/or missing, along with Zulay, it's easy to make stuff up about them. I bet they're off having a Tupperware party somewhere. Although Sentris DOES resemble Moordryd and MAY actually be Zulay in disguise...Meh, whatever. She's invited to the Tupperware party too.

R&R and laugh at the silliness of unrealistic mpreg!