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And I will try to fix you	By : RabidSheep Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
Now I was going
to make the surgery scene in this chapter all realistic and shit
but then I had a crazy thought... Szayel is a
mad-fucking-scientist, not a doctor..

As usual I thank
and respect my wonderful reviewers and readers.

ThankYou.

-RabidSheep

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Two bodies tangled
together in a sea of plush covers. They move in a slow horizontal
dance that is as old as time, sweat beads on burning hot skin, hair
is matted to blushing faces, breathing comes in shot
pleasure-filled gasps and moans. Soft light blossoms from the
shaded lamp sitting off to the side and casting its faint golden
glow across their naked bodies. Keigo grabs fistfuls of the blanket
beneath him as wave after wave of delicious pleasure rushes over
his body with each thrust of the man on top of him. He arches his
back and spreads his legs as far as they will go as a deep moan
breaks free from his lungs. 'Its almost to much to take.'

Szayel thrusts
into the tight cavern of his human pet, positioned directly below
him. He feels the legs spread wider for him so he pulls his
throbbing member half out then shoves it back in deeper then before
into that hot wet place that stretches around his length. The boy
gasps as he arches his back again, the pleasure soon to be pushing
him over the edge.

"Oh god! Your
ripping me!" Keigo moans in pleasure, withering beneath the
man who steadily pushes into him. Over and over making the human
his, claiming and owning the fragile body of the human with each
penetration. Szayel grips the hips of his toy harder while making
eye contact with him as he knows his climax is not far off. He has
lost count of how many hours they had been going at it; two or
three, or more? The rise and fall of Keigo's chest is hypnotic to
the older man, as is the glisten of sweat on that slightly tanned
skin, that pant of his breath that comes so wonderfully ragged.

"You really
are...aaahhhnnn...a beautiful animal, my pet." Szayel is a
sight to see with his haired messed up and a faint pink tinge to
his cheeks as sweat rolls down his skin. "Are you ready to
come?"

"Yes,
Dammit!"

"Alright,
lets do it together." Immediately Keigo throws his head back
and moans out in pleasure as he feels his body raptured bliss
surges through his bloodstream. He scarcely notices as his white
seed paints the belly of the scientists above him. Basking in the
afterglow of his post-orgasm he can feel Szayel give a harsh thrust
then groan as he loses his body to the intoxicating embrace of
orgasm. For a moment they lie in each others arms just breathing,
hearts beating in the same racing throb, hot skin pressed together.

The espada nuzzles
the crook of Keigo's neck then parts his lips to bite on the soft
flesh and coat the area in saliva. The boy gasps and runs his hands
into those sweaty pink locks, the satisfaction of climax still
buzzing with natural chemicals through his body.

Szayel pulls off
his victim then starts to get off the bed and Keigo shifts in the
pile of covers as sleep threatens to claim his body after their
long romp.

"Get some
sleep, pet. Tomorrow you will get the surgery."

The human nuzzles
the covers still warm and heavy with the scent of the man he loved
on them, helping him as he drifts off into a peaceful slumber. He
trusts Szayel as a scientist and as a surgeon so any insecurities
about the coming operation are purged from his spirit.

"See you in
the mornin'?" Keigo mumbles from his face pressed into the
sheets.

"That's
right. Remember what I told you about waking you around 4am then
taking you to the lab?"

"Ya I
remember..."

"Good, then
get some sleep and I will fetch you when I am ready."

With that the pink
haired hollow exits, the human gets off the bed to take a shower to
was the sweat of their loving making off. Szayel will take a shower
in his lab to get cleaned up; it seems he has showers placed
everywhere in his part of the castle. Tomorrow he will perform this
dangerous surgery many human surgeons would not attempt so the rest
of the night will be spent in last minuet preparations, not that
there is anything left to do. It wont hurt to double check
everything.

….

Keigo groans and
rolls onto his belly. Still a persistent grip on his arm remains,
squeezing harder and more painful with each passing second. Wiggle
as he might and curse at the hand he cannot shake it off him so he
can go back to sleep.

"This is the
fifth time I tell you, Keigo Asano, wake up!" Szayel growls,
irritation filling him. Nearby the clock on the corner table (put
there for his human) blinks an angry red four and fifteen. His
alarm had been going off for ten minuets and still the boy had not
woken up. The human swats at the Espada's hand and grumbles
something about puddling and women.

"Really! You
are such a brat, sometimes." The thin man scoffs then
withdraws his hand to take out something from a hidden pocket on
his uniform. Pulling out a thin needle without the syringe attached
he takes the slender object and presses it into the palm of Keigo's
hand. This has an immediate effect on the teen.

"Aharp!"
He yelps and falls off the bed with a 'Whump'. Szayel chuckles and
deposits the needle back into his pocket then stoops down to grin
at the boy.

"Oh so you
decided to wake up, have you?"

"Owww...I
think something stung my hand."

"Get up and
take off your clothes."

"You wanna to
THAT right NOW? I just woke up- oh the operation!"

"And here I
was thinking you were stupid."

"Yeah yeah,
laugh it up. I honestly forgot that was today." Keigo shucks
off his Pjs and strips till he is standing nude before the giddy
scientist. Szayel licks his grinning lips at the sight of the naked
teen.

"Excellent,
pet. Follow me."

The human finds he
is being led down a hallway he had never been allowed down before.
It was usually crossed off by two menacing fraccion that seemed to
be carved of stone and both the size of city busses. Today the
fraccion are gone, replaced by the bouncing forms of Verona and
Lumina that join them as the walked down the hallway. Keigo
swallows down a lump of last second fear that reaches icy tentacles
around him, his knees threaten to give out under the weight of his
body.

Szayel shoves open
a large door that leads to small room crowded around with machines
and sharp instruments. There is the scent of harsh cleaner mixed
with the smell of running machines. Keigo shivers in the cold air
as he is led by his elbow to the metal table in the middle of the
room that lies underneath a brilliantly bright light. He feels his
insides begin to turn to mush as his heart races at a pace that
could give a NASCAR automobile a run for its money. A shaking palm
is run along the smooth surface of the table as he becomes
fascinated with how the light reflects off the steel like off a
faceted jewel; it doesn't help him relax to see straps for arms,
legs, and his head on the tabletop. Suddenly he feels less then
okay with this whole operation thing.

As if sensing his
victim's apprehension the espada picks up a syringe filled with a
sapphire blue liquid and approaches the back of his pet.

"Hop up on
the table, boy. I am about to give you this drug that will knock
you out. It would be best if you were already in place."

Obediently Keigo
obeys, aligning his wrists with the straps at his side to make this
easier to the scientist. The needle pricks his skin then a cooling
sensation over takes his body as he feels the drug slip into his
bloodstream. The teen forces himself not to think about what is
about to happen, that his body will be forever changed in ways that
would make many humans shun him for being different, that he could
very dell die during this procedure, that he is going to have a
baby. Baseball. Yes that's safe to think about. He thinks about how
he was always a terrible pitcher when the neighborhood children
would play together yet he was not to terrible a batter, he even
got some good swings in when they played. Keigo would walk up to
the base and messing with his cap, then for good luck tap the end
of the bat on his heel, nod to the batter then instinct would tell
him when to swing. If he had swung right the ball would making a
CRACK then speed off in the opposite direction as he raced towards
first base...

As he feels his
body fading in and out of consciousness he notices how his arms and
legs have been strapped down. How his lower region has been shaved
of hair and cleaned with some yellow-y gunk. As he drifts off to a
deep slumber the last thing he sees is Szayel strapping on green
tinted goggles over his glasses and wielding two very mean looking
instruments the size of chainsaws.

"Lets get
this party started."

…

"Beep."

'Where is that
beeping coming from?'

"Beep."

'There it is
again!'

"Beep."

'Why is everything
so dark in here?'

"Beep."

'Why can I not
feel anything from my waist down?'

"Beep."

'I'm going to
destroy what ever the hell that is beeping.'

Groaning Keigo
forces his eyes to open and tries to sit up but is held down by a
leather strap across his chest.

"Whats...this?"
He mumbles in a groggy haze, wonder how he got strapped down to
this soft hospital type bed. A heart monitor is hitched up beside
of him and what was the annoying beeping he kept hearing. Looking
down he can see his body is dressed in a thin gown that would be to
frail to keep him warm yet the room feels to be comfortably warm
rather then the cold he remembers falling asleep to. Asleep...

"Holy crap!"
Struggling into the bonds that keep him help down he tries to get a
look of his lower section. Foot steps echo through the room as
someone enters through a door on the far side just out of his line
of vision.

"Quit
thrashing about like that, fool. Do you want to rip open your
sutures and spill your intestines all over the floor?"
Instantly Keigo recognizes that purring voice tinted right now with
anger.

"I wanted to
see what it looks like."

Szayel walks
around the bed to where the human can view him fully in all his
pink haired and clean clothed glory. He coldly stares at the teen
like Keigo a lab rat who just had a complicated and strange
operation performed on it. The scientist picks up an electronic
clipboard and starts inputting data into it while checking the few
machines that surround the boys bed and record his physical health.
He mutters bits of speech under his breath as he records the
information displayed on the glowing screens., only when he has
recorded everything on that electronic pad of his does he glance
back at the boy lying on the bed.

"You will
have plenty of time to look at your new girl parts when you are
recovered. Right now even if you try to do something as simple as
sitting up you could end up jeopardizing everything. If you
continue to thrash I shall be forced to drug you into a calmer
state." Szayel's icy tone stings the boy. 'What happened to my
lover and master? Who is this scientist that stares so cruelly down
at me? Am I nothing more then another experiment to him, now?'

Sleep comes in
fitful bursts as the medication wars with his will to stay awake,
with the drugs always winning in the end. Keigo must admit the lull
of the drugged half-sleep was pretty damn yummy. When he is laying
there pumped full of all manner of pain blocking chemicals the
world feels as if it is perfect; lies. He knows better.

In between his
drug induced sleeping fits he sees hazy creatures enter into the
room to gawk at him, their hair and eye colors every hue of the
rainbow. The faces blur together after the hours but one face stays
burned in his memory so brightly that it remains even after he
closes his eyes. The brown haired man everyone calls Aizen-sama,
standing there at the foot of the bed grinning down at Keigo but
never saying a word, as Szayel stands nervously off to the side
fidgeting with his hands. The next time the boy had woken up the
man was gone.

…

Weeks pass.

Keigo leans back
on the couch with one hand pressed against his empty belly. He had
finally been deemed healed enough to start the pregnancy and
tonight was the night it was supposed to get started. A nervous
excitement squirms deep down in his gut as he thinks about what it
will feel like with his lover inside a new part of him that had not
been explored before. 'Will it hurt?' Orihime beside him lies with
her head in his lap, her fire colored hair cascading down across
his legs as she stares forlornly at the ceiling as if searching for
answers to an unspoken question.

She had explained
everything to him when he returned to speak with her. About how
her, Chad, and Ichigo had experimented with drugs that altered the
mind. How with each dose they kept wanting more and stronger till
they became addicted to the 'big-boy' cocaine. When they got
together to 'study' they were really getting high so when Keigo
came over to study with them they could not get high because they
were afraid he would snitch on them. Hence why they always found
his sudden intrusion on their group time an annoyance. Hence why
logic had little to do in their decision to fake his death. Hence
why they thought it was a smart idea to leave him locked in a
basement for weeks on end.

After Keigo and
Szayel escaped Ichigo and Orihime had gone to Urahara for help. The
ex-captain had been shocked to see them so heavily addicted yet he
had helped wean them off their drugs till they could function
without any. Not long after Orihime had been forced to come to Las
Noches with the fourth Espada.

When the story had
finished Keigo had looked into Orihime's tear leaking eyes then
uttered the words that separate humans from monsters.

"I forgive
you."

It was useless to
stay angry at her and Ichigo. It was not going to let his family
know he is still alive or change the fact that he is in love with
an Espada in Aizen's army. Life is to short to hold grudges.

Since then they
have had weekly meetings where they sat on her couch and talked for
hours as Ulquiorra stood in the corner watching with dead eyes. As
long as they just talked and did not try to sneak Orihime out of
the room or anything he allowed Keigo to visit. It never left the
humans mind that this green eyed man was always listening to what
ever was said, always watching them like a living statue with
painted on eyes.

Her breath is warm
on the fabric that separates her face from his skin. He lies one
gloved hand on the soft mass of tangerine hair in his lap and looks
into the glinting debts of her eyes that seem to swarm with inner
storms. Both of them seem to have lost their once boundless energy
and look of being an innocent youth, in a way their problems had
aged them faster then time could ever have. Keigo becomes aware of
the gun pressed to his hip, its cold weight an assurance to him
against surprise attacks.

"So your
going to be a mommy?" Orihime breaks the silence. She sounds
distant and her eyes still hold their gazing-beyond-the-ceiling
look.

"Yes, that's
right."

She gives a
humorless laugh and a faint smile touches her virgin lips.

"I always
thought I would be the first in our circle to be a mother. I never
could have predicted you would have one before me."

"None of this
could have been predicted."

"Yeah...What
are you going to name the baby?"

"I'm not
going to tell you that." He says with a warm laugh. Her eyes
lock with his and he sees for the first time in days a real smile
on her face, she really is happy for him becoming a mother. That's
the old Orihime he remembers, she still lives underneath the fear
and pain, she lives.

"Ah ah! Cold
cold cold cold...ugghnnnghh...cooooolllddd..." Keigo lies
naked on an examination table with legs spread and in stirrups with
the pink haired scientist standing between his spread knees. Slowly
the thin metal is inserted deeper into the womb of the teen, the
hollow tube filled with the seed of the Espada.

"Im almost
done...annnddd...THERE!" He pressed a button down on the metal
straw and it releases the seeds inside the boy to the selected spot
where they can best find an egg to fertilize. The tube is then
slowly pulled out, the cold metal burning as it leaves Keigos tight
entrance then is set aside on a counter.

"Cant we just
have sex the old fashioned way to get me pregnant?"

"We can and
will, this is just a precaution to ensure the pregnancy takes
hold."

"Szayel-sama?"

The scientist
walks to a table and starts messing with instruments, glancing over
his shoulder he shoots a questioning look to the teen.

"What is it,
boy?"

"Why is it
when I am one your tables you look at me like Im a monkey being
probed?"

"When you are
on my dissection table I view you as a specimen. No more no less. I
view all my experiments the same way. Does that make you
uncomfortable?"

"No. Now I
know you still love me." He smiles like a kid getting ice
cream.

"You cant
prove that."

Szayel lightly
grins and helps Keigo out of the stirrups then onto the floor.

Without warning
the teen wraps his hands around the neck of the man and claims his
lips as his own territory. He feels Szayels mouth part open and
allow the tongue of the teen to penetrate him before using his
tongue to dart in behind Keigos teeth. The boy groans and rubs
bucks his hips against the Espada's, grinding his manhood to the
taller man in hopes of arousing the scientist. It works better then
he had expected.

Strong arms wrap
about Keigo's torso as the man hungrily kisses him, nibbling on his
lower lip, lightly biting the tip of the boy's tongue between his
fangs. Soon Szayel has undressed complete naked. He picks up Keigo
and shoves his back to the wall so that the teen is help up by the
man in between his knees. The teen wraps his legs around the groin
of the man, feeling the hard erection press to his new entrance
with throbbing impatience, the burning hot mouth of his lover
sucking on his neck as experienced hands claim his every curve. The
teen moans in pleasure as an icy hand pulls his hair so his head is
forced back with neck bared to the creature.

Keigo whimpers.
"Please be gentle."

"Don't tell
me what to do, boy." A harsh growl in his ear followed by a
piping hot tongue that licks the outer ear.

Suddenly the teen
gasps, sinking his finger nails into the muscled back of his lover.
A groan comes next as the hard object that is slowly sinking deeper
into him is pulled out and shoved back in. This is a new breed of
pleasure from being taken anally; neither better or worse it is in
its own category. The thrusting picks up with the teen helpless in
the arms of the pink haired Espada, his body ravaged like some
unfortunate whore on some back alley street. A ragged moan tears
out from his lungs as a wave of pleasure washes over him.

…

Keigo stares back
at the jar of fluid held in the hand of the man. Szayel grins
triumphantly back at him as tendrils of fear claw through the
human.

"What did you
just say?"

"Your
pregnant, Keigo. Im a genius and your going to birth my spawn.
Doesn't that make you happy?"
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