This is RAPR, and yes, there is impreg (through the logical use of SCIENCE of course....). If you don't like it, then why did you click the link to a story with the main characters as Red and Purple, romance as a genre in the M rated section? Huh? Myep. Jhonen Vasquez is the only hater allowed to leave... well... hateful comments. If he actually sent me a hater message, I think I would just explode with joy at the fact that he even NOTICED me. Yup. So, we've got our warnings: yaoi, lusty lurveness, and mpreg... shall we begin?

Chapter 1

Crimson eyes snickered silently, and lavender glared back.

It had already been a long meeting, their guests – Irken scientists with a proposal – boring the hosts out of their wits. Equations were listed and spiraled off. This, for the lavender one, wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that the mere calculations had been dragging on for nearly five hours. The scarlet, on the other hand, was generally uninterested in what any inventor had to say, and would have much rather been planning his next move in galactic conquest.

That was how it was – the violet one handled internal affairs and enhancements, while the crimson one looked outside the box and focused on foreign relations and planning. Violet was book-smart, crimson was knowledgeable of life. Violet had a smaller attention span for anything but gathering information, and the crimson one had an amazing attention span for making decisions, but came short when it came to actually listening. They made the perfect team, dividing the work at some points, sharing it at others.

But both lacked interest in the subject these intellects had brought to them – after all, wormholes were risky enough as it was. Even as the scientists worked to explain their finds, both leaders already knew that the answer would be no. No, these scientists could not risk the universe by tampering with a black hole in an attempt to open wormholes to other dimensions. The idea was stupid enough, no matter how many calculations they had.

The most distinguishing fact about these leader's attention spans, though, was that the violet one was kind enough to hide his boredom. The scarlet one, on the other hand, didn't give a care in the world who saw him nod of in the middle of someone's speech.

"And to the theory of-" they just droned on and on, the inventors did. But all gazed in shock as their crimson leader released a long yawn, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling. "Um… my Tallest…."

The violet form elbowed the other sharply, who only shrugged. "You know, it doesn't matter how much you guys prattle, the answer is still no."

"But-"

"No buts." This bored leader sat up, leaning across the table. "This isn't just a playground. You make one wrong step and kaboom – the empire, not to mention the universe, is gone. We already have space-folding, or whatever your fancy word for it is, and it gets us around fast enough. Heck, there are even a few guys working on a teleporter. But who are you to put the entire empire in danger so you can get to work on time?" The leader raised his chin a bit as he observed them, watching their expressions carefully. He was satisfied at the twinges of fear in the corner of their eyes, and pressed his digits together, tapping them against one another.

The scientists glanced guiltily at one another under his pensive stare. "My Tal-"

"Here's your passport back to Thirthadia, have a nice day." He interrupted, filling out a digital form, which he promptly handed them. There was no particular malice in his tone, only the obvious fact that he was uninterested, and the scientists shuffled in embarrassment. With that, he stood, brushed down the length of his robes, and left the room, leaving Purple to the rest of the formalities.

After all, it was by fault of his etiquette that they had been so hopeful, anyway.

Long fingers flexed against a tin soda can, creating a small ping every time one tapped the container. A hum of the random sorts came from between pursed lips. He rounded a corner, nodded to miniscule bodyguards, and stepped alone into the room.

He dropped his soda on the floor when his eyes laid on the seen against the back wall. There, his equal was naked upon the couch. There, sweat dripped.

He looked away, shocked, and hid behind the corner. He hadn't been noticed yet. It was… was… horrible? No? Yes? Should he walk in? Should he stay or tease or slip away into the hall? Or… or he could just watch a little more.

So that was what happened, fingers clutching the corner of the wall as the one on the couch far away squeaked and grumbled. He listened for a long time before he realized that, in seven minutes, this poor soul hadn't gotten anywhere. He finally took a deep breath, and rounded the corner, shocking the other, who yelped and scrambled back.

He was forced to stay in one place, though, as his legs were straddled. "Pur… what are you doing?" A finger poked his nude belly.

"I-I can explain!"

"I know you can. But you're doing it wrong."

"Well, you do it then!"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you." Purple said, pointing his chin up in the air. "Leaving me to sobbing nerds, Red, I swear…."

Red rolled his eyes, and relieved his hands of his alloy gloves. He listened to the moans and panting of the one on his chest, quite amused, but was surprised when he was shoved unto the couch himself. "Hey, wait, I- ooh." He said simply as Purple sunk his teeth into his neck. He released a shaky breath as emerald blood spilled down from the pores, and Red reluctantly submitted. He wriggled out of his clothing and lay back, smirking as Purple rested upon his stomach. "I thought you didn't want to try this again."

"Well… I changed my mind. It's worth a shot." Purple snorted, feeling Red's hips over, even though it was flat. "Red?"

"Huh?"

He smiled tenderly as Purple curled up, hands held up to his delicate lips. Red took his desire into his arms, snuggling his cheek into his temptation's forehead, smiling as he embraced his co-worker.

It wasn't unholy what they did without rings – the cold of the Irken Empire had no matrimony, and they knew nothing of it. They only knew they were there together, passion crossing between them in a desperate attempt to scream to the other how deep their love truly was, and how far they would go to prove it. It was not just lust, but a display of how far they would go for each other, even breaking laws to do so.

It was lovely, daring, and rashly gentle. They did it without second thought, as they had been doing so for years, not even slightly concerned over what effect it would have on the empire if revealed. No one had to know that it was more than a business relationship, after all.

Or at least, that's what Red had thought.

But at the moment, all seemed right; all ecstasy seemed perfect as Purple craned his neck, Red leaning upward to meet his face, and they kissed long, slow, Red taking dominance even over Purple's mouth. Finally, after nearly a year of no particularly deep intimacy, he held Purple closely as it drifted to an end, both collapsing into bed.

And he had no qualms.

Rigidly, crimson orbs stared down at the reporting Irken. Apparently, the Resisty had managed to blow up a cargo ship. He pensively laced his fingers together, humming. "Uh… well… and we can't just send a ship or two after them?" He rolled his eyes as they Irken jotted the suggestion down – honestly, the crew had no logic skills. Red sighed. "Carry on then soldier."

He slammed the door of the chamber shut behind him, and exhaled deeply in relief, slumping against the door. It had been the moment he had entered the hallway that he had seen the little messenger waiting for him by the entrance, round face puffy and nervous. All he had wanted was to retire to his hovel for a little while, but this pudgy Irken had stood in his way. The Armada had been a parasite ever since the control-brains were disposed of – it latched itself unto him and drained not only his intelligence, but zapped his energy as well.

He locked the door on second thought, hoping that this would prevent any more interruptions. If it was Purple, he reasoned, he would hear enough yelling and whining to know.

With a hum spilling from his lips and a slight bounce to his step, he traversed to the kitchen, opening the fridge to examine its contents. It was always a mystery what he would find crammed away. He smirked as he reached into the back, pushing away several containers that hid a brown paper bag labeled 'Icky stuff – Red only.' He knew it was quite a pathetic title, but Purple was a bit gullible, and so he unfolded the long-forgotten crinkled bag, raising a peppermint to sparkle in the light.

"What are you doing?" He dropped the luxury, hurriedly attempting to jam it back into the fridge once more, but his wrist was grasped. The bag was snatched from him, and he could feel the frustration lacing off the form behind him. "Hey, you've been holding out on me!"

"Course I haven't!" Red said sweetly, turning around to face lavender eyes that riveted through the sack of candies. There were peppermints, jelly beans, peeps, butter scotch, gummies, taffy, licorice… the scarlet Tallest had a sweet tooth of diversity. Red shuffled his feet, and jerked the bag away. He stared at narrowed eyes, and then glanced away guiltily. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the library or something?" he asked, plopping down on a piece of furniture – a large, cushy chair his form sunk into, arms hanging lazily on the armrests. Purple leaned over the back of his chair.

"Meeting was cancelled – Gydler fractured his spine." He muttered, scratching Red's head, who hummed, and sifted his fingers through the paper bag. Purple cocked an antenna curiously at the action, but said nothing. He wouldn't badger on about the candy – besides, he had a few secret stashes himself. His lavender eyes watched, amused, as Red grew lax, moving back and forth with the motion of his hands. "And how was your day?"

"Sucked." Red mumbled, purring from his spot within the chair as his antennas were stroked, being pulled into a curl, then released to revert to their usual straight position, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly at the calm, everyday, secretive actions. Purple absent-mindedly fiddled with the tip of Red's antennae.

Red glanced up at long last, and patted his lap. Purple swung over the back of the chair, and then sat with his legs crossed atop of Red's thighs, playfully poking him. The crimson adorned Tallest poked the other back, and grinned slyly. "Ooh, Pur, you're getting a little bit pudgy."

"Am not!"

"Just a little bit." Red chuckled, gesturing with his finger to emphasize his point. Purple huffed, but couldn't stay annoyed, as Red ran his fingers over Pur's antennas. Their antennas were their most distinguishing factor – Red's were long and sturdy, and Pur's were short, curled, and so very sensitive. Both were fascinated by their partner's antennas, touching them whenever opportunity allowed. "I'm going to turn in for a few hours – you in?"

"Okay." Purple agreed, a smile crossing his features, and reached up, taking Red's hands from his antennae, holding them. "Hey Red…."

"Huh?"

"Um… remember last night?"

"Last night?"

"You know what I mean." Purple rolled his eyes, swinging Red's hands back and forth in midair. Red smirked, tapping his lover's chin.

"I know. And I think, honestly, that's been some of the best we've ever had." Purple couldn't manage to suppress the smile that bubbled to the surface. Red raised an eyebrow, smirking, and kissed Purple's forehead. "So what's up?"

"Um…." Purple suddenly seemed reluctant to tell him, shifting upon his lap. "I uh… yeah… yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to say, Red. It was great. We should do it more often. That's… all."

He averted his eyes from Red's, rocking back and forth. Crimson bore into him, confused and concerned, but they didn't ask. Instead, Purple found himself brought into a tight hug, a lollipop raised before his eyes. He took the strawberry-flavored sweet eagerly, and shifted so his back faced Red's, leaning against him as he unraveled the luxurious snack. He popped it into his mouth, and cuddled his head under Red's chin. Red closed his eyes, breathing slowly and deliberately, and the two sat lazily in that position for a long time in complete silence.

"It was really nice of you to take off my PAK last night… when you did that weird thing where you support me…." Purple whispered after nearly twenty minutes, taking his lollipop out of his mouth as he drew a leg towards his chest, resting the arm the sweet was extended from on his knee.

"Well, it would have been kind of awkward if we hadn't."

"Yeah, I know, but still…." He glanced up, tilting his head so he could see those thin, elegant scarlet eyes. "That means a lot to me, Red…." His antennas were nuzzled, and he leaned deeply, popping his candy back into his mouth in a juvenile manner, delighting in it as and infant would its pacifier. He furled his hands against Red's chest, curling closer.

Red slowly lifted him, carrying him to a long, round 'bed' in the back room, silk curtains drawn about it. The wispy satin sheets caressed their forms as he lowered them into it, humming one of his mysterious tunes in the language that almost sounded Irken, but at the same time, varied, somehow a chant of elegant spiraling words that was like the whispers of ghosts, of something much deeper than most Irkens knew. A haunting melody of sounds, delivered slowly, sounding as if there was not even the tiniest gap for air between phrases, rising up and down the scale in fluid utters of something long gone from Irken society.

Purple knew better than to attempt to match Red's sounds – they were the heart and soul behind him, something that no other Irken would understand. It was a humble pride that lifted from his chest to his lips, and had he visited Earth, he would have described it as breathed like an autumn breeze. It was the weeping, the wisdom, the strength of voices long faded from the life they knew.

But Red knew these words, and as these people who were lost, they were built inside of him, making up his very essence, never to be forgotten….

Purple rolled over on his side of the bed, listening as Red chanted. His back was soon tapped, though, and he rolled over to face green skin, words uttering so beautifully. Purple let his hands meander to Red's chest and antennas, Red touching his cheek. The scarlet eyes held a beautiful flame as they gazed into lavender, and Purple realized that it was being sang for him, not just for the sake of singing. He shuddered as Red pressed his lips gently against his, singing directly unto his mouth, hands running down Purple's waist. Purple's eyes misted, and he buried his face into Red's shoulders, wrapping his arms around the co-leader's back, listening as the words were sang against his antenna. He let out a soft moan as he tried to suppress his tears that somehow this song conjured. Red knew it did, to, and continued singing, his intent set.

Then, ever slowly, he finished, leaving a last whisper, a lingering breath against Purple's antennae, before he shifted, wrapping his arms around Purple as he settled. "What the hell, Red? Why am I crying?" Purple whispered coldly, frustrated and confused, chewing on his tongue as the accumulation on his cheeks was wiped away.

"Because you know the words." Red whispered, not elaborating any farther over the mystical tune as he allowed Purple's tears to trickle into his shoulder, allowed Purple to hold him close. And slowly, he began the chant over, like the words of many a ghost whispering in the autumn wind.

Red stared, frustrated, down at his papers, as he sat alone in his office. In all honesty, the only thing he could think of was Purple's body.

He hadn't seen Purple around much in while – perhaps, he dare say, not at all in a few months. This wasn't so surprising, though, as a pile of work had begun rising its beastly head, snarling at him through bold Irken letters. Yet still, even when he took a few hours a day to lazily sleep, Purple wasn't there – in fact, the only information he could get out of anyone was 'Yeah, I think I might have seen him leaving just a few minutes ago. But I don't know – if it is him, he runs too fast to even tell.'

It made one wonder if perhaps the avoidance was intentional, if Purple were for some reason holding a grudge against him. Had it been the brown bag of candy? He wouldn't mind sharing if only to get his timid lover back.

Finally, finding that he was doodling on the edges of the forms, he gave up, shoving them aside. He rose wearily, glancing about as he left the office, heading towards his chambers, needing rest. He had been on sleep deprivation for a while. Of course, Irkens didn't need sleep… all Irkens but Red, that was. He preferred two hours a day at least, but could go on one hour every two weeks if necessary. He was nearly a week and a half into that cycle, and was aware that it was the only day he didn't have a meeting. He comprehended the fact that Purple wouldn't be there to hold through his rest, wouldn't be there to use as a dream catcher, to drive away nightmares.

Down the halls he slunk, waving at smaller Irkens as they gawked at him, feeling privileged just to lay eyes upon him. He rolled his eyes – he wasn't in the mood for the crowd he could feel gathering around him, pens ready. Without a word, he pressed his hand into the scanner, and walked through the automatic doors of he chambers, which hissed as their heavy metal bodies closed behind him. He then locked them, meandering into the living room towards the back room.

But he heard a sound that puzzled him. It was… retching? He raced toward the tile room where most cleansing was done, and knocked on the door, waiting. He heard a nervous break in the vomiting, but heard a moan, and the sound of fluids spilling unto the floor. Red tried the door, but found it locked. He thrust his fist upon the wall. "Purple, what's going on?" he yelled through it, and could he a choked sob.

"I-I can't… tell… you…."

"What? Why?"

"You'd-" He winced as he heard coughing, and the sound of fluid gushing unto the floor, then came a long moment of silence. "You'd… ah shit."

"Purple, open his door right now!" he demanded, pulling at the door knob. He heard more retching, but no fluids sounded upon the floor, already spent, as dry heaves scratched the very air. "Pur…?"

"You have to promise…."

"Promise?"

"Promise that you won't you-" coughing, "Won't hurt it." Red furrowed his hairless brow ridge.

"It? What is it?" No response, but a bit of gagging, then a long moan through weeping, the sound of a body curling against tile floor. He frantically knocked on the door. "I promise, Pur, I promise. Just open the door."

"If it's bad, are you going to hate me?"

"What do I have to do, go to hell and back just to get it through your head? No Pur, I won't hate you." Red said softly, hand limp against the door handle. He heard a long moan, and the sound of sliding across the floor, the handle wriggling as it was unlocked.

Red gaped at the figure that leaned in the doorway, a sick, nearly blue complexion across his face, black marks under his eyes, lips stained with projectile. But what was curious, strangest, most riveting of all, was none of those.

It was the protrusion of his stomach.

Feeling sick? Then stop reading now. Feeling content? Continue on - you'll be sick in the long run. XD