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Rockabye	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Well, wouldja look at that. My first attempt at an M-preg story! I think this is the first one that's been written for SVU, too. Let me know what you think!

If you don't like M-preg, please don't hurt me.

Elliot was having a nice dream. He was straddling George and pounding into him mercilessly, causing him to moan Elliot's name breathlessly.
Elliot groaned softly and gave another rough thrust. George whimpered and cried, "Elliot!"
"You like that?" Elliot growled.
"God, yes!" George gasped. "Elliot!"
Elliot was suddenly aware of his neck being kissed and bit, which made no sense, because George was lying on his back. He paused and blinked confusedly.
Elliot woke up and opened his eyes. George was lying on top of him, smirking and sucking on Elliot's neck. "You were moaning. Were you dreaming about naughty things?" He teased.
"No, I was dreaming about nice things," Elliot replied.
"I can tell," George murmured huskily. He pressed his hip against Elliot's erection, rubbing to increase Elliot's arousal. Elliot groaned at the friction the movement created. "Anything you dreamed that's worth sharing?"
Elliot grinned. "The whole thing, really," He said. He pulled George in for a long, lusty kiss, continuing to grind his erection into George's thigh.
He reached between them and grabbed George's half-hard cock, giving a few rough stroked. "God yes, Elliot," George gasped. Elliot rolled them over so that he was on top. George immediately pushed his legs apart, allowing Elliot to settle between them.
He pumped George faster and harder, and fumbled his other hand towards the nightstand, searching for the bottle of lube. He found it and coated his fingers with a generous amount. He watched George squirm in anticipation, and he smirked, taking as long as he could to move his hands towards George's ass.
He finally found George's entrance. He began to rub, knowing how worked up it would get George. George pushed frantically against his fingers, but Elliot continued to rub the outer rim teasingly until George was quivering with need.
"Fuck me, Elliot!" George cried, closing his eyes. "Please, please fuck me!"
Elliot slowly inserted one finger, savoring the breathless pants and groans. Then he added another, stretching George further. He waited for George's muscles to relax, allowing him to push his fingers deeper inside him.
George sucked in a breath and arched off the bed, and Elliot knew he'd found George's prostate. He pressed again, firmer and rougher.
"Fuck me, Elliot!" George pleaded, desperately. "I want you in me!"
Elliot was powerless to resist. He yanked his fingers out and pressed the head of his cock to George's entrance. He pushed in, groaning at the tight heat that surrounded him. George gave a small gasp and arched his back again.
"You like that, baby?" Elliot whispered.
"Yes," George panted. Elliot smiled, sealing George's lips with his.
Then he began to pound into him, both of them moaning with each thrust.
George broke the kiss. "Elliot, I'm so close," He gasped. Elliot grabbed George's cock again and stroked it mercilessly in time with his thrusts.
"Elliot, I'm gonna come!" George cried. His body began to shake, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Come for me, baby," Elliot growled into his ear. He bit the lobe, taking it in his mouth and sucking firmly.
"Ohhhh, Elliot!" George wailed. He gave a giant shudder as he went over the edge, body convulsing with pleasure.
The heat and tightness around Elliot's cock increased, tipping him over the edge. He spilled into George, groaning his name breathlessly.
They collapsed, panting for breath. After a few minutes George recovered and smiled, pulling Elliot into a gentle kiss.
"I love you," He sighed softly.
"You too," Elliot murmured. He stroked George's hair, nuzzling his neck.
George smiled and kissed him again before turning around in Elliot's arms. "You tired me out again."
"Mind-blowing sex can do that," Elliot laughed, kissing the back of George's neck.
"It wasn't THAT mind-blowing," George teased.
"Well then, I'll have to do even better next time, won't I?" Elliot asked lightly.
"Or something," George replied. He grabbed Elliot's arms as the wrapped around his chest. Being held like this gave him a cozy feeling. Moments like this almost made him wish he could just stay here forever.
Unfortunately, reality beckoned a few minutes later. George's pager beeped, informing him that a patient had an emergency. Even though it was technically his day off, an emergency was an emergency.
George gave a resigned sigh and stood, walking towards the closet to retrieve his slacks and dress shirt. He glanced out the window and silently nodded his head. It was early June; definitely too warm for his favorite sweater vest.
Once he was ready, he walked back into the bedroom. He shook Elliot's shoulder and said, "I have to go to Bellevue, a patient's having an emergency."
"Mm-hmm," Elliot hummed, more asleep than awake.
George placed a soft kiss on Elliot's forehead before leaving the house.
The next month was mostly uneventful, except for the fact that George could just tell that something was off. He couldn't place the feeling, but something was definitely wrong.
Sighing softly, he took a bite out of the burger Elliot had grilled for the Fourth of July barbecue. For a few moments, he watched with mild interest as Elliot played football with Dickie and Lizzie, before allowing his thoughts to roam.
He had just started his second burger when an overwhelming wave of nausea came over him. Gasping softly, he held his stomach and closed his eyes, trying to ease the sensation. It didn't go away, and he turned around from the table, vomiting onto the grass.
"George, you okay?" Elliot asked worriedly, running towards him.
George shook his head. "I think-" He vomited again- "I think something int he burgers made me sick."
Elliot frowned doubtfully. "The meat was still good when I took it out of the fridge, and I made sure I cooked it thoroughly."
"Then I must have gotten a bug from somewhere," George said.
"Maybe it's the heat. You should lie down inside," Elliot said.
George nodded. "I think I'll do that." He stood and walked back into the house.
He stuck his face in front of the air conditioner for a good five minutes before crawling onto his bed, eyes closing as fatigue overtook him.
Four days later, whatever bug George had caught was still in his system, and Elliot found himself growing more alarmed by the minute. George was beginning to grow dehydrated; he couldn't seem to keep anything down.
He walked into the bathroom as another round of retching started. "Okay, that's it," He said, shaking his head. "You're going to the ER."
"It's just a stomach flu," George protested.
"You don't have a fever," Elliot pointed out, setting a hand on George's forehead.
"Fine," George relented. "Just give me a minute."
Elliot nodded and moistened a face cloth, setting on George's neck and rubbing gently. After a while George stood, allowing Elliot to place a hand under his shoulders to guide him to the car.
After waiting for several hours, George was finally called back to be examined.
"He's been throwing up for four days straight," Elliot said while the doctor checked George's ears for signs of infection. "He got sick at a barbecue, and I would say it was the food if someone else had gotten sick."
"We're going to run some bloodwork and such," The doctor told him. "And we're going to have to admit him so we can keep him hydrated."
Elliot nodded, giving George a worried look.
They got George settled in his thankfully air conditioned room. They inserted an IV with several bags of fluid, and some anti-nausea medicine.
Elliot sat down next to him and hugged him tightly. "You okay?" He asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, Elliot," George said, to reassure himself as much as Elliot. He supposed this was the reason for the feeling he'd had right before he'd gotten sick.
"Yeah," Elliot agreed. They turned the TV on and began to watch some old cartoons. It lightened the mood slightly, and soon they almost forgot about their concerns.
After a while, a nurse walked in and checked George's vitals. Then she said, "Bloodwork came back normal, so we're going to run an MRI and a few other tests."
They moved George from room to room, running so many tests that George lost count of them. Elliot held his hand for some of them, while others required that only George and the technicians remain in the room.
"Are we done yet?" George asked after the MRI.
"Yep," The nurse affirmed.
Elliot embraced George tightly, and George knew he was worried. "Hey, whatever it is, we can work through it," George murmured reassuringly.
They finally returned George to his room. He rested his head on Elliot's shoulder, and he closed his eyes in weariness.
He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened his eyes, night had fallen. Elliot shook his shoulder and told him, "Wake up, a doctor's here to talk to you."
George looked at the doctor and saw that there was an odd look on his face. He didn't look grim like he would if he was going to say something was wrong, but he didn't look like he was going to say everything was normal, either.
"What did you find?" Elliot asked, squeezing George's hand to vent his nerves.
The doctor inhaled deeply and warned, "This is probably going to be a bit of a shock."
"Okay, what?" George asked, getting worried now. "What's going on?"
"You're pregnant," The doctor deadpanned.
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