Random Acts Of Contrition

Random Acts Of Contrition

Posted: September 29, 2006
Title: Random Acts of Contrition
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPS
Characters: Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Warning: M-Preg. Hermaphro!Sean and sex in that manner. Mentions of het relationship, past miscarriage/abortion.
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened
Author's Notes: Follows "As Yet, Untitled" which is Viggo's 'story' and this is Sean's... for now...

Summary: Sean's lifelong wishes might come true...

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It had been a long, long two days. Sean had shown up unannounced, jet-lagged and irritable, on Viggo’s porch. He’d slept off the let-lag, but his mood had not improved. It was not that he hadn’t been expected, really. It was times like this, when life got complicated, that they sought each other. And it wasn’t as if they weren’t expecting a child together. But Sean’s reticence, more than anything, showed there was more under the surface. Viggo had tried time and again to prod him into talking about the reason for his visit. Every suggestion was denied. The only thing he could make heads or tails of was something about, ‘baby,’ ‘nag,’ ‘drunk,’ and ‘one time too many.’ Feeling he had no other choice—other than to drop the subject, which was not his way—Viggo dropped the bomb.

“Since nothing else is bothering you, I’ll bet I know what your problem must be… you’re going through menopause. Your fertility is waning….”

Sean glared and grabbed his crotch. “I’ll show you fertility.”

Smirking, Viggo patted his stomach. “You already have.”

“You know damn well I wouldn’t come up here over that… Men can father children till they die… I’m nowhere near dying…” and he mumbled a few choice words under his breath.

“No, the other way,” Viggo corrected gently. “Don’t get pissy about it. Not with me. You reach a certain age and… suddenly there’s no more chances.”

The British man’s hands jerked in a surprised, defensive manner, and he looked a little glassy-eyed all at once. “Never thought of it that way.”

The other, slightly older man nodded. “Maybe that’s what set you off… her begging for your baby, the one thing you’ve been denied all your life, and you cracked.

While he mulled it over, Sean’s tongue reflected the sequence of his thoughts. Every spiral and backpedal was mirrored by a flip or swirl of the slick, pink little animal. “I… Well, yer not gonna believe this shite, Viggo, but I tol’ her I’d do it if she’d cover for me at the same time.”

“What?!” Viggo squawked, wide-eyed. “You told her??”

“Aye.” Sigh. “A wrong move.”

“Apparently. What did she say?”

“That I’m a freak of nature, and if I din’ knock her up, she’d talk to the media. The rags. Television. The Internet. All of it.”

“So what did you say?”

Sean shrugged. “Told her I din’ care. No one would believe that, anyway. ‘Truth is stranger,’ and all that, only this is too far-fetched.”

“It sure is,” Viggo agreed. “Whoever would imagine that every twenty-eight days, Richard needed some special supplies?”

“It ain’t fooneh…”

“Just taking the piss, Sean.”

“’Get over meself,’ right?”

“Aye.” Viggo regrouped. “So…you were planning to say it was twins, or something?”

“Something like that, I suppose. Or, if the timing was off, we coulda said we hired a surrogate, and all of a sudden she were pregnant…”

But Viggo had thought of something else, something important, and didn’t let him finish. “Who was the father going to be?”

“Well…” Sean seemed taken aback by the question. “You, naturally.”

“Thanks for asking me first!” Viggo tried to be indignant, but teetered on the verge of laughter. “’Naturally,’ he says.”

“Of course you, yeh twat! Not that it matters…”

“Does it?” Shining light blue eyes turned on him. “I’d be honored.”

“You… yeh would? Really? Even… now?” He patted Viggo’s belly, swelling bit by bit, day by day.

Viggo smiled. “The surrogate story, I think, unless you’d rather just tell the world what a slut you really are!”

“Look who’s talking!”

“Call up Georgie, then. Talk her into it. Hell, I’ll talk her into it if that’s what it takes. And then we’ll get busy.”

Sean’s cock began to harden in his pants. Other part’s delicious tingling intensified his throbbing, and blood rushed to his groin. “She’s gonna want you, too, y’know,” Sean told him matter-of-factly. “She can be greedy, that one.”

“You really think so?” Viggo wondered. He’d never really believed in his own appeal.

“Oh, yeah, she thinks yer sexeh.”

Now the Dane chuckled, running a hand over his belly, sticking it out a little more. “Oh, yes… Very sexy. We’ll see what she thinks about… well, you know, the thing is, here I am half-way along already. Yer gonna have three new babies at once, Sean, and here we are pushing fifty? Are you sure you really want that?”

“Yeh know what I want? To leave her out of it. Just you ‘n’ me. ‘Sides, might be too late for me anyway.” He was having some hindrances speaking, now both hard and wet over the idea, and the nearness of his lover. The other man’s willingness for even something this crazy turned him on even more.

“Oh, you’re fertile, Sean. I can sense it, smell it, something. Now would be the perfect time…as far as I can tell.” Viggo’s features changed subtly as they always did when he was aroused, a little more pointed and predatory. Sean pounced, pushing him onto his back on the couch they’d been sitting on and sealing their lips into a breathless kiss. No less muscular just because he was pregnant, Viggo fought for position, but Sean, already with the advantage and randy as hell, kept him where he wanted him. Their legs twined together, hips pushing and mock-thrusting, rubbing their hard cocks together beneath Viggo’s little round belly.

“I wan’ yeh to fook meh,” Sean’s gravelly voice dropped to a whisper, “in the pussy.” He pinked and his eyes flashed like a wayward young boy. “I can’ wait… coom to th’ bedroom with meh, or I’m gonna drag you.”

“Gonna take what you want of me, are yah?” Viggo laughed.

“Aye, fookin’ right.” They managed to untangle themselves, get to their feet, and stagger toward the bedroom, stopping every few feet for one or the other to push his mate against the wall for another kiss or dry hump.

It seemed to Sean that Viggo’s body temperature was several degrees high than normal. He could feel the heat radiating through his clothes. Another subtle difference was that it had always been he who was the bulkier of the two. Especially in the midsection now, Viggo had added sheer mass. The hard cock pressed against his drew entirely new sensations as Viggo had to cant his hips forward a little to reach him.

Unable to resist, Sean ran his hand up under Viggo’s loose shirt, over the swelling under his lightly furred skin, and up to his nipples. The other man gasped out, “Oh, god, Sean, oh good, oh …” as long tapered fingers pinched and rolled his near-painful, larger nubs.

The darker man wrenched his body around to pin Sean against the wall. “Ungh!” grunted the Brit. It amazed him, though it shouldn’t have, how Viggo was still so fast and strong. How the hell did his body even balance his health and sanity with both male and female hormones pumping through it every day, and now with elevated progesterone as well? “Love yeh, Viggo, he blurted impulsively, nosing around the side of his lover’s sharp cheekbone to suck on his earlobe.

The strawberry-oak colored head banged into the wall. “Fuck!” Viggo groaned. “C’mon… we gotta do this right… I wanna do it in the bed.” He pushed himself out into the middle of the hall again and dragged Sean after him.

“Stand there a minute for me, Sean,” Viggo surprised him with once inside the room. Shivers of anticipation ran all up and down Sean’s body as Viggo unbuckled his belt for him, undid the button on his trousers, and then the zip, taking extra care not to catch the teeth on his swollen erection. Once he was naked, impatient but still following direction for the moment, Viggo grabbed his camera, walking in circles around him, shooting. “It’s black and white,” he said, “For posterity. Stripped down and bare. Bend one knee; look right at me… now over there…”

The nude magnificence in his lens was making him so damn hard… He’d been very, very horny since the morning sickness phase had passed, but it seemed like a general arousal, not necessary the urge to reach a climax. That felt weird, too, it expended in dimensions as his pregnancy progressed; for another thing, he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the son growing inside him.

This, though, his magnetism toward the nude man waiting for him, was a fully male response. He needed to conquer and plant his seed. Sean’s skin seemed to glow luminous with this prospective fulfillment of his long-hidden wish. Setting his camera safely aside, for he fully intended to document… whatever happened from now on, Viggo took Sean into his arms again, running fingertips all over the supple, smooth flesh, over his well-muscled broad back, the perfect curves of his bum. Moaning, the Brit dived at his mouth and kissed him hungrily. A hot slip of tongue pried his lips apart and Viggo met it, stroking over teeth and taste buds, consuming Sean’s flavor. He realized his nipples were once again being plucked at and tweaked… they were sore but didn’t care—he’d take any touch he got.

Sean’s cock was poking at his thigh, reminding him of his purpose. Licking and nipping at his lover as they went, till they were both giggling, Viggo pushed the Brit over to the bed and onto it; the man’s wicked green eyes showed no fear, and more love for him than he’d allowed to show in a very long time.

Without hesitation, Sean lay on his back and parted his legs immediately. “I need yeh, mate, need yah now…!” He was determined, adamant, and Viggo could see now very turned on his was in the lines of his body posture. “C’meer…” Sean rumbled. His toes curled and uncurled upon the sheets. Two scents rose and hit Viggo’s nose, confusing him. One was pure testosterone, Sean’s rut-scent that he was more than addicted to. The second was something other, something foreign. Sweeter, cloying. He’d smelled it a half-dozen times before, perhaps, but they were all fuzzy and indistinct memories, always tainted by the hangover-like state following too much sleep. But he knew what it was… Sean’s cunt, and he was going to get up in it in full knowledge this time.

Dimming the lights, Viggo quickly shed his clothes and got into bed with his impatient mate, who had bent his legs at the knee and taken his own erect organ in hand. Viggo pried the long, slender fingers loose. “If you want this to be right, then wait.” He rolled on top of the blond man, feeling more than a little self-conscious of his mid-section.

Sean wrapped all four limbs around him and held him tightly. “Oh, god, Viggo, I love you so much… so fucking much… Please, please now!” Sean was almost snarling, his pointed canines showing.

“I wanna do it right,” Viggo began, but Sean interrupted, “I wanna do it NOW!” He wiggled around under the darker-skinned man, shifting them both. Interested to see how Sean would handle trying to control things in this position, as well as get what he wanted in a way he didn’t have all that much experience with, Viggo braced himself upon his arms, leaning down to kiss his lover’s cheeks, eyelids, ears, and allowing his body to be maneuvered but not really offering assistance. Sean’s burning-hot shaft was trapped between them, and his balls; he was tilting his hips, trying to get Viggo’s hard cock lined up to the middle opening.

At last, the sensation of dripping-wet, warm pussy enfolded the head of his cock. Instinct took over. When he leaned down this time, Viggo pushed Sean’s face to the side and bit into his neck. He drove his hips forward into the velvet tunnel. “So soft and warm, Seanie,” he groaned, and then bit down again.

Sean tensed; he never got over the way this felt. Other than the first time, there had never been any pain, no need for stretching and lubrication. He couldn’t clasp Viggo’s cock as snugly this way, but on the other hand, it rubbed his sweet spot much more directly. Unlike his arsehole, there seemed to be something with its own agenda somewhere deep within his cunt. In a way, it reminded him of the urgent feelings of pressure he sometimes felt in his balls, in the way it tingled and pulled tight, making his thighs and abdominal muscles quiver. He ached all over from the waist down, that sexual ache that had to be discharged every so often, together with someone else or alone, to take the edge off the admittedly scary side of his personality.

Viggo pounded away at him, slipping and sliding in his juices, banging his prostate and that other sweet spot that was screaming to be let loose. His lover’s thick shaft and thicker head drove Sean crazy over how joyously, freakishly right it felt. He palmed Viggo’s rolling ass cheeks, one in each hand, pulled his legs up further, and pulled the other man in as deep as he’d go.

“Give it up, Sean,” Viggo growled at him, forehead to forehead. His deft lips nipped at Sean’s ears and throat at irregular intervals.

“No, not yet,” the blond man slurred, chasing defined but silky lips with his tongue. “Yer fuckin’ amazin’…” Viggo straightened his arms and Sean clasped his hands approvingly over the cuts of his triceps. The change of angle pushed the bottom man one step closer. “All at once, Vig, please!” he pleaded.

Viggo knew exactly what he meant. Either of them could cum in the fashion of a man only, but Sean had told him before, if orgasm exploded from the inside, his balls followed and emptied themselves right along with. That’s what he was begging for, that rare thing. “Tell me how much you want it,” Viggo demanded, using his extra body weight to slam his lover into the mattress.

“Fuck, yeah, oh, fuck yeah!” Sean yelled. Grabbing Viggo’s ass again, his pelvis bounced violently while he rode Viggo from below, taking everything, every kind of friction, he needed. Sean felt the culmination of being fucked creeping up like the chafing a long-time itchiness. “I’m cumming…” He stared up at Viggo, transfixed, his body stiff and still, then… “Ooooh… god… I’m comin’ inside, all oveh yeh… I ‘m coomin’ on yer cock…” Tears steamed from the outside corners of his eyes, following the deep ruts of the lines life had put on his face.

Viggo slammed into him again with everything he had. All around his over-full erection was the slick warmth, rippling now, spasming. Sean’s cock erupted between them, covering their bellies in semen. Two final, huge thrusts and Viggo lost it. It was a relief, not only because of the physical release itself, but because he hadn’t been sure he could. His cum flowed from him like a river, more of a steady stream this time than spurting, and let his body grind with it. The men stared at each other, taking in each other’s climaxes, sharing them through eye contact and the small shifts of relaxing extremities.

Suddenly exhausted, Viggo collapsed onto the cradle of Sean’s spread thighs and open arms. They lay like that a long time; Viggo sensed Sean was purposefully keeping him inside, pulling close in a way he never had before. The aftershocks eventually wore off, and little by little, signs of life and energy returned to deadened limbs. They traded kisses a little while longer, moving their mouths in harmony with eyes locked. Viggo finally pulled free and rolled off with a sigh when Sean got that playful glint in his eye and reached between them to toy with one of his oversensitive nipples.

“Ow! Hey!” he complained. “Just you wait… you’ll see!”

“Maybe…” There was just a hint of wonderment in the blond’s lilting voice. “Yeh think it took?”

“I have no idea. You seemed pretty damned hot for it… that’s a good sign. Is it the right time…?”

“As good as it’s gonna get, I—“

“I meant, right time of the month…? Whatever.”

“Oh. Er.” He ducked his head. “Yeah.”

“I thought so, in a way. Something about your scent maybe.”

Sean looked at him strangely. “Okay…”

Viggo grinned. “So… do you want a boy or a girl?”

Light brown eyebrows arched. “I dunno. Never thought about it; it don’t matter. I’ve got girls, but you’ve got a boy in there…” He paused to pat Viggo’s stomach a couple times, “… so I don’t care, as long as we all live through it. And I want them to grow up together.”

“What’ll our kids say… the other ones?” Viggo wondered out loud. He’d purposefully avoided the other issue. Didn’t seem like the right time to bring it up.

“That we’re freaks!” Sean laughed.

“No wonder we’re together… or whatever,” Viggo threw in.

“This is my justification to finally reel you in.” The green-eyed man rolled his eyes. They both knew damn well he was always the hesitant one. The silence that followed punctuated the point. After a little while, Sean spoke again. “Did I ever tell you I got knocked up once before?”

“What?! No! When? What happened? It wasn’t me, was it?” popped out of Viggo’s mouth all strung together like it was one sentence.

“I were only twenty. It was… well, not planned, I can tell yah. Who woulda thought?! Prob’ly was in denial, though.” His voice grew quiet. “So… I were bleedin’… you know… for ‘bout, almost a week. I had a sense of what was happening… couldn’t deal with it. Finally tol’ me sister… she took me down to the local clinic. Got me in with her by saying I was there for moral support.” He laughed weakly. “You wouldn’t believe the hell that broke loose when they came in and it were me in the stirrups instead of her. But the doctor… she took care of me, and we had a little talk when it were done. She’s still my doctor…” he harrumphed, covering up the lump in his throat. “Maybe I should set you up, mate.”

Viggo’s eyes glistened, but he held it together. “We probably need all the help we can get.”

“Aye. And you know what else? We’re gonna be old when they’re grown.”

Again, that loopy grin. “About as old as, oh, Ian!”

“Fook, don’ let ‘im catch yeh sayin’ tha’!”

“Nope!” Viggo cheeked. He reached over and tousled Sean’s already messed up hair.

“Tosser!”

“You could help me with that…”

“I have a better idea. I think we should make extra sure this worked. Wanna try it again?” He wagged his eyebrows, then flipped around to hands and knees and presented.

Viggo was ready to go again in record time, much to his surprise. One of these days his belly was going to overhang his dick, and then what was he going to do? Well, they’d have to think of that as they went. For now, he had ample leeway.

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THE END

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