Fic: Triple XY Or The Hunter, His Bitch And Their Offspring (1/4)
Title: Triple XY Or The Hunter, His Bitch And Their Offspring
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest, Mpreg, est-relatinship, bottom!Sam, graphic birth, hurting!Sam, caring!Dean, schmoop, kid!fic; There will be an additional and very kinky part inserted into one of the regular chapters later on but the story will make sense without reading that part if anyone isn’t into pwp!
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: This is the answer to this Halloween!Prompt over at the spnkink_meme. Without reveal to much already I’ll just keep the summary really short.
After being cursed Sam is knocked up by his brother. On Halloween he is heavily pregnant with triplets and completely miserable. Dean feels sorry for his baby brother, especially because he pissed the witch off who cursed Sam, and takes good care of him.
Throw in raging hormones, some schmoop, some angst and cute little kids and you’ll get the idea what this fic is about. ;)
31st October - Halloween 2009
“How the HELL did I get into this mess.” Sam whined. He was seven months pregnant and completely miserable.
At four months he had already been showing so clearly that they had stopped hunting. Back then they had gone to a hunter doctor, who Bobby had recommended them, for the first time and found out that there were actually two babies growing in Sam’s newly materialized, thanks to that horrible witch in Salem, womb.
They had tried to keep visiting the doc at least once every month since then and each time the younger hunter had been told that he was gaining more weight then expected even if he was carrying twins. At his six months check-up he had already been far beyond the point of enjoying his pregnancy. His back was aching almost constantly, his ankles were swollen, his emotions were totally out of whack and he felt generally sore and tired all the time. To top it all off the doc had detected a third baby who had been concealed by one of his brothers in the other ultrasounds.
The fact that he was carrying triplets made his extraordinary, male pregnancy even more risky and he had been condemned to absolute bed rest until the babies were born. His due date would was Christmas Eve but the doctor had informed them that multiples usually were born a little premature.
If he had thought that five months of morning sickness, which apparently could hit anytime during the day, had been bad he now knew that it was nothing compared to having three hyperactive children using his insides as their playground. “Why did you have to piss that stupid witch off?!” He groaned because he couldn’t find any comfortable position.
Dean sat down on the bed next to his cranky brother and lover and stroked a hand through the younger man’s hair affectionately. “I’m sorry that you are so miserable, Sammy! You know I would do anything to make you feel better if I could.” It made his heart break to see Sam constantly aching and he felt helpless because he didn’t know how to comfort him any longer.
“And why did that bitch have to punish ME for YOUR big, stupid mouth!”
The accusatory tone felt like a punch in the stomach but Dean couldn’t resent the younger man his bitterness. He had asked himself the same question every night Sam had lain awake because the babies were too active to let him sleep, every time his brother had groaned in exhaustion at standing up from their bed to go to the toilet, simply every time he had witnessed the toll the pregnancy was taking on his lover.
“I don’t know, Sammy.” He answered in defeat. Maybe the witch had known about their relationship. After a short experimental stage at the beginning they had soon found out that Sam preferred to bottom while Dean was a top and therefore the weird fertility spell wouldn’t have had any effect on the older Winchester.
Suddenly the younger man started to tear up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be mean to you, Dean! It’s… it’s just that… that I’m… fat and ugly… and my feet hurt… and my back hurts… and even my nipples are feeling sore… and I… I just want those kids out of me already!” By the end of his little speech he was openly sobbing.
At seeing his baby brother’s distress Dean just leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Listen to me, Sam. I know you are hurting and that you want this to be over but you only have a few more weeks go. When the babies will finally be here they’ll make everything worth it.” He kissed the small tear escaping Sam’s left eye away. “And you are NEITHER fat NOR ugly. You’re amazing!”
A fresh set of tears spilled down the drained man’s cheeks. There wasn’t any sense in trying to fight his emotions because he never could control them these days. “I don’t feel AMAZING…”
The older hunter chuckled good-naturedly. “Oh yes, you are.” Came the insistent reply followed by another loving kiss as he pulled the flimsy T-shirt his brother was wearing upwards to expose his belly. After pulling the shirt off he threw it to the floor carelessly and finally let his hands roam over tight stretched skin gently massaging the swollen flesh of his lover’s massive belly while he kissed him deeply. There was a lot of movement under his palms indicating that probably all three babies were awake. Trying to calm them down a little and this way alleviate Sam’s discomfort he tried to rub soothing circles wherever he could feel tiny feet kicking or small hands punching the bulging stomach that would hopefully keep them safe and secure for another few weeks.
“Keep doing that… Think they’re falling asleep.” The younger brother panted into their kiss.
Dean didn’t need any more convincing to keep up the nearly hypnotic movements. He could sense the activities inside his lover’s body gradually decrease. The rubbing really seemed to loll the babies to sleep but at the same time he could tell by the way Sam’s breathing pattern was changing that his brother was getting aroused by his touch. Smirking to himself the older Winchester gazed at his lover’s slack jaw and closed eyes.
Even if Sam was feeling sore and tired most of the time now he still was hornier than a teenaged boy hiding in the girls’ locker room to ogle them while they showered after PE class. He got aroused by the slightest of touches and Dean had taken to give him lazy hand or blowjobs at all times.
Without further prompt he grabbed the firm flesh jutting out between him brother’s slightly parted legs in a loose fist and began to tug at it casually every once in awhile twisting his wrist and enjoying the pleasured noises it coaxed out of his exhausted lover.
The warm, skilful hand around his throbbing cock felt amazing. There was soon a tingling feeling spreading from his groin to his lower abdomen and signalling that he was getting closer to climaxing really fast. He could feel his balls tightening and drawing closer to his pelvis. “Yeah… more of that, Dean!”
Enjoying Sam’s lust-filled pleading the older brother complied happily and started tonguing the already popped out button on the hugely distended belly in front of him.
With a hoarse cry the younger Winchester reached his orgasm spurting thick, white ropes of cum all over the prominent swell of his lower abdomen. He lay still for a few moments while Dean licked him clean before rolling his eyes in renewed frustration. “We woke them up again.”
Finishing his task quickly the older hunter moved upwards on the bed and pulled his annoyed lover into a loving embrace. “I’m sorry.” He had said that phrase so often in the last couple of months that it had almost lost all meaning but he didn’t know what else to say.
“How am I supposed to know when I’m in labour if I’m hurting all the damn time?” This time the question reflected worry more than irritation. They had talked the whole labour and birth thing through with their doc. Everything had been covered. They were staying in a small rented house outside the town were the doc lived and had both read up on everything there was to know about childbirth. Bobby had researched what kind of spell the witch had used on Sam and found out that it wasn’t anything dark. She had messed with the boys but hadn’t intended to hurt them. Nonetheless the older hunter had also rustled up a powerful protection charm which should keep Sam and the babies safe until the birth.
Kissing his brother’s temple he murmured into his ear. “It’s gonna be fine, Sammy. We have doc Vaughn on stand-by and he can be here within less than half an hour if anything happens. Then we have Bobby’s amulet that will protect all four of you.” He pressed a soft kiss to his brother’s dry lips and three more onto his belly. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you, so don’t worry.”
Sam nodded reluctantly and hissed at a particular sharp kick to his kidneys. “Damn it! Feels like they’re warming up for soccer practice.”
“Can I get you something from the kitchen?” The older brother inquired trying to distract him from the hyper kids inside his body.
“Not really hungry.”
“Maybe some ice cream or Halloween candy?”
A frown formed on the younger man’s face. “Can’t have either. The doc seems to be preoccupied that I’ll develop gestational diabetes if I keep gaining weight at this pace.”
Dean’s features softened. “What can I do for you then?” Without waiting for an answer he took one of his brother’s long legs with both hands and started kneading it gently working from the foot towards the thigh and back down again.
“That feels nice…” The younger man confirmed and let a deep breath out. “I guess I’m getting bedsores.”
The older Winchester shook his head in disagreement. “You won’t. Just let me take care of you.” He moved on to the second leg and gave it the same cautious treatment as before. Then he carefully straddled his lover’s legs and leaned forwards lapping softly at one of his tender nipples.
“Don’t wanna know how sore I’ll get with the kids nursing.”
Letting go of the sensitive nub Dean looked at his brother. “This might help to get you accustomed.” Poking out his warm, velvety tongue he circled the nipple and pulled it into his mouth with his lips. At hearing Sam’s content sigh he got more daring and tentatively suckled at the pebbled skin. Apparently his brother had already started to produce at bit of breast milk because suddenly there were small warm droplets of liquid on his tongue. When he felt Sam tense under his mouth he let the nipple slip out gently and moved on to the next one.
After caressing both tender nubs for a few minute Dean pulled gently his brother towards his chest. Giving him quick kiss he tenderly wrapped his arms around him in order to knead the strained muscles in his lower back next.
Sam felt the skilful touches alleviate the pain little by little. He tried to enjoy the gentle rubdown as much as possible with the triplets still moving around incessantly. “Aahhhh… That’s awesome, Dean!”
“Good.” Slowly he moved behind his brother and pulled the younger man into his lap. First he took care of Sam’s tense shoulders trying to loosen the knots with experienced fingers and when he was done, he pulled his lover’s back against his chest and nuzzled his neck. “Are the kids still bothering you, Sammy?” He murmured into the soft hair in the nape of the other man’s neck.
A short nod. “Yeah, they’re going crazy.” The pregnant hunter confirmed and put a hand on top of his enormous stomach.
“Let me try to calm them down again.” Dean pressed a kiss to his neck. Reaching out for the nightstand he grabbed the bottle of lotion placed there and held it out to Sam who poured some onto his waiting hands. The older Winchester rubbed his palms together and then began to smear the thick white cream onto his lover’s aching and hugely bloated flesh.
Sam heaved a sigh when the strong hand started to rub and massage his engorged flesh ever so gently. The babies really seemed to settle down under the hypnotic movements. “I’m sorry to keep you from hunting on Halloween.” He knew how much his brother had always enjoyed their family business. Dean had quit hunting for Sam’s and their babies’ sakes in the blink of an eye but the younger Winchester could tell that his brother often itched to get out into the night and kill something evil. On Halloween there were even more creepy crawlies to hunt and Dean each year had a field day eliminating as many as possible. This Halloween though he was huddled up with his cranky, pregnant brother and never once had complained about it.
“Don’t be! I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.” The older man’s voice was full of sincerity and love. Quietly he began humming one of his favourite Metallica songs while his hands continued to move in soothing circles.
“Keep that up I think they like you more then me already.” Sam remarked leaning heavily again the warm body behind him and basking in the peaceful moment. He could feel the vibrations of his brother’s humming through his back and maybe the kids could sense them, too.
“Don’t say that. They just missed me.” Came the soft spoken reply followed by another loving kiss to the younger brother’s temple. “You carry them inside you and feel them growing while I can only connect to them like this.” Even if he had seen the toll the pregnancy was taking on Sam he couldn’t stop himself from being a little jealous of the deep bond between his lover and their children.
“They calm down every time you are near. I’m pretty sure they know you’re their dad, Dean.” The calming touches were making him sleepy.
Hearing a suppressed yawn the older brother chuckled to himself. “Try to get a little rest, Sammy.” The babies had gradually settled down and probably even drifted off so this was a good chance for Sam to catch up on his much needed sleep as well while Dean would silently watch over his family.
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Part 2