Authors Note; Hey, guys. This is my first story so go easy on me. Though, I want you to be brutally honest...in a nicer sense then usual? Heh, I don't know but here it is. I want to issue a huge thanks to Ketsueki-Ken for beta reading this and looking over my grammar and spelling. I'm what some could say moderate in those aspects. Anyways, she fuckin' rocks. Also, I'm looking for some side pairings, so give suggestions if you have any. The things are I can have any person with anyone else.
Warnings; This is Yaoi. Meaning gay sex between GUYS. So, if this bothers you, get the fuck out my story. Flames will be lol'd at, but taken seriously in secret. Also, this is Mpreg. Meaning males will get pregnant. Weird pairings will ensue. Some that you might not have seen, or ever hoped to see. Swearing. Mild angst. Nothing to over the top. OOCness. Small shortness of chapters.
Disclaimer; Oh - if I owned bleach, every straight dude who watched the show would try to forcibly pile drive their retina's with screwdrivers.
Prologue.
Gone Wrong.
Rich chocolate-colored eyes stared down into a small clear vial filled to the brim with liquid that could only be described as gunky snot. Smirking lips widened into a small smile while his dark eyes danced with intrigue. This would be interesting. He knew Gin would tease him for wanting to turn Hueco Mundo into some kind of twisted, monstrous, soap opera but... oh well. He was an evil over lord. He could do whatever he wanted and, god help him, he would cut down anyone who asked too many questions. Though, the very possible threat of not getting any from the fox like ex Taichou was a bit hard to endure. So after he was finished with this tiny adjustment to the make up of all hollows and arrancar, he would devise a scheme that would be somewhat, if only a extremely small bit, more sexual for Gin.
With that in mind, the threat was diverted. He would have laughed in triumph, if not for the fact it would cause the Espada beside him to flee. Which would be unfortunate. He needed the man's critical and slightly insane eye. That and a couple more pounds of Tasanik.
Aizen continued smirking. Gin may end up liking the turn of events just as much or more than he, himself, would.
10 minutes later, Aizen was completely satisfied with the eighth espada, Szayel Aporro. For finally he was showing him that the scientist was, indeed, worth the trouble of creating. He had begun to wonder, after countless failed deeds, if the pink haired male was accountable enough to even be an arrancar; much less an espada. But, he needn't worry anymore, for what was in his possession now would make up for Szayel's recent incompetence. Well, at least, until he got bored and wanted something else to torture and/or undermine with.
Szayel only stared blankly at the over lord, his lips resting in a tight frown as Aizen beamed with satisfaction and delight; examining the vial in his hand. After all, Aizen had accomplished another huge feat; although, it had been his subordinate who had done the creating in the first place. It wasn't as if Szayel would say anything about it in any case. He knew he had been on thin ice with his lord lately. and when the calm man had asked he had jumped at the opportunity to get back in good terms. It wasn't that he wanted Aizen's favor, he just didn't want to be slashed to ribbons and fed to the several hollows that littered the sands of their home.
It had taken everything he had to create this new experiment in the time limit that Aizen had ordered. Within that time limit many of his fraccion had been slaughtered in the process. Though it was rare that Szayel went one day without killing at least five.
In the end, Szayel had come out on top. Succeeding even when he doubted this new substance and the actual need for it. To be honest, he was still slightly peeved that Aizen had pulled him from his fraccion (who were like lab mice to him), to go create in physical form one of his devious plans. At least this stuff saved his ass. He quite liked being alive.
He could still remember quite vividly how this whole escapade started. It had been exactly three days, twelve minutes, and three seconds when Aizen had summoned him to his lair. Why know the exact timing? Because for some unknown reason Szayel had been made with quite a fetish about time. Anyway, after locking all of the cells and temporarily canceling his test subjects meetings, he had left. And none too soon. A small female arrancar had begun to spray lemon fresh deodorant, waving it madly trying to mask the metallic smell of blood. He didn't really like that lemon fresh scent.
He arrived, shortly after, in the glaringly white room with perfect posture, head held high, and hands clenched into fists. He rather hated his lord…his creator. From any other point of view he would have been something similar to a father for the scientist.
Gin Ichimaru was flanked on one side of Aizen's throne; smiling all the while. Szayel, just once, wished that he would walk into a room and the freak wouldn't be expressing his happiness. Oh you're sad? That's great! Tousen stood on the other side of the throne with a stressed peaceful demeanor. God, Gin and Tousen needed to do a full switch for a day; Gin not so creepy and Tousen showing a glimpse of emotion. Maybe he could get Grimmjaw into daring them both into it. The teal haired arrancar was a fool like that. Either way both were sending off very different, yet still uncomfortable, waves of curiosity. That's when the count down had begun…
Szayel walked gracefully towards Aizen's seated position, he wondered with a forced detachment what the ruler of Hueco Mundo could possibly want.
"You called for my presence, Aizen-sama?" He greeted with a level voice still slightly annoyed that he had been pulled from his studies.
"Yes," Aizen replied with a polite smile; one which made Szayel want to gag. "I have this new idea that I want you to help me with."
Szayel's annoyance dribbled away with the thought of a new challenge. He stood ready, awaiting for his orders. This could be his chance to show his lord what he was indeed capable of.
"As you know we are approaching war with Soul Society and, as ruler, I have been very busy. As such, I have not been able to create any more arrancar with the Hogyoku, well as much as I'd like anyway…" He rested a palm under his chin, the polite smile never leaving his face. "This is where you come in. I've devised a plan that will increase our numbers, without being aggravating to anyone…actually, it would be more of a pleasure for anyone to help with our little cause." He paused. Gin giggled beside him, his grin widening enhancing his fox like features. A shutter worked it's way through Szayel. Yes, he'd definetly have to have Grimmjaw setting up the swap.
"I have a feelin' I know whatcher thinking' bout…" The purple headed creep spoke, clearly amused.
Aizen ignored him, instead focusing on Szayel with piercing eyes. "You have one week to complete this. Now what I need you to do…"
"I have done everything that you've asked," He said, pushing his glasses up with a slender finger while wiping away the sweat on his brow. He had spent the last twelve minutes disarrayed in front of the brunette, he wouldn't let it continue any longer. "I have completed the Tasanik. It will allow for arrancar of all kinds to breed and produce off spring without altering their fighting capabilities." He paused, collecting himself. He needed to for what he was going to say next... but, then a hand landed on his slender shoulder.
Aizen didn't need to hear the details. "I am proud of you, Szayel." And for a moment, Szayel believed him... before he remembered he was a cold hearted bastard, who was the king of illusions. Aizen left with that, leaving Szayel to think to himself.
If anything, it was hardly his fault he could finish with all the details about the Tasanik. The fact that if you didn't breed in the first three weeks of the potion being administered, the liquid would override your senses, and in result you would find yourself screwing anyone who was currently occupying your immediate vicinity.
'Ah well,' Szayel thought offhandely, 'that shouldn't be a problem. Who wouldn't take up the chance to release some sexual frustration?' Still quite proud of his achievement, he turned around ready to walk off when his nostrils were suddenly assaulted with a scent similar to Pine Saul. He glared at the fraccion who had administered the substance, yet again, to his lab. His lab that once held the odor of death. Drawing his lips into a tight quirk he continued on.
'And even if they don't what the worst that could happen?' With his passing thought, bubbles of the anxious sort rumbled in his chest.
Note; And if you're wondering, No, actually, I didn't just come up with a random name. 'Tasan' means pregnant in Japanese, and I took a small bit of the word "force" and added it to Tasan…sorta making it Forced Pregnancy. Eheh. Was that a spoiler?