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RPAS: The Wrongness Continues

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Friday, November 21st, 2003 02:01 pm
::grins:: Just when you thought it couldn't get worse.

Title: Production Notes
Author: [livejournal.com profile] permetaform
Fandom: RPAS! (for an explaination/prequels, go here)
Pairing: Acting/Johnny Depp (implied Camera/Johnny)
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: Not making money off this.

Summary: "You see, when two beings love each other very much..."

Warning: mpreg

Johnny stumbled and swayed out of the steam room. Sometimes he hated Acting, but in times like these, when he just let go and let himself be mastered, be controlled, ensnarled in sensation, and just stroked from the inside out? It makes it all worth it; he doesn't mind that he's taken roughly.

He doesn't mind the tight hold Acting has kept of his body and soul. He's suffered worse; he still feels the residual soreness from around his throat, autoerotic asphyxiation from the years before he'd met and fallen in love with Acting. The soreness he feels now is nothing. He welcomes the ache, welcomes situations where he's uncomfortable and feeling stretched inside and full almost beyond his limits, because it makes the whole experience more meaningful. More real.

He doesn't expect others to understand. He tells himself he doesn't mind.

Besides, they'll be able to spend several months together this time. It sounds like the most wonderful fantasy, first a trip to LA and then sailing in the Caribbeans.

~

Several months later.

Johnny waddles around the set, bloated.

He has the strangest cravings, gold and beads and a velvet yacht. Acting had been difficult about it, and Johnny remained adamant, so he'd gotten his wishes.

The Camera has been hovering.

He'd gotten strange looks, but that's to be expected. He looks at himself in joy, at the new life he's creating.

He still can't believe this is happening, that he'd been so blessed. And everyone has been so supportive, Jerry took one look at him and understood and Orlando just near burst with puppy-glee. Even though the Disney producers were disapproving, everyone rallied around him as he fought back. They backed down, and the Camera was smug and pleased.

God, but he feels huge. He's not sure he can control it anymore.

It has to come out. Jerry took charge of the situation.

"People! It's time.

Action!"

~

Several more months after *that*.

Johnny and his love looked at their beautiful son. Disney was hosting a party to celebrate, and they were nestled together on a boat on the Rivers of America, with the Camera's blessings. They were watching their dark-eyed son play, though a little nervous at the attention they've attracted.

Such a wonderful child, Johnny thought, as their offspring jingled and swayed, kicking up sand, attacking the bullies, and looking up at his parents, occasionally asking,

"Savvy?"

Johnny thought that it couldn't possibly get any better, but then he shuddered in delight as Acting threaded itself around him, breathy warm, and murmured into his ear,

"Sequel?"


Yes, I am demented. I was looking through my mailing lists to see where else I might post this and. well. I'm on the mpreg list anyways and...::facepalm::

The entire RPAF fic list.
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