Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ The Hueco Mundo Harem ( Chapter 2 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I don't. Enough said.

 

The Hueco Mundo Harem

 

“You don't understand, Shinigami. This is not a choice,” Ulquiorra said as he slapped Ichigo's hand, accepting any excuse to touch him.

 

The PDA went flying and Yammy taking advantage of the distraction seized Ichigo as Ulquiorra tore a hole in the sky and they quickly exited to Hueco Mundo, the boy pinned between them, protesting all the way. It was good to have an excuse to get close to him, touch him. Would Aizen tire of this plaything as quickly as he had tired of the others? Ulquiorra could only hope.

 

Days Later

 

Gin felt uncomfortable tapping, no, pounding, at Aizen's door. Since the new toy had arrived Aizen had been distracted and things were going to hell, fast, in Hueco Mundo. The Arrancar would not listen to him. Grimmjow and Tosen had a fight over some imagined slight and the Arrancar's arm had been neatly sliced off and incinerated by the infuriated former captain, or so the justification went. Grimmjow was still mourning the loss of his arm and had taken to hiding out in Gin's room trying to escape Tosen's notice. Tosen was very attentive now the Arrancar couldn't fight back; very attentive. For some reason, Gin didn't want to spend much time with the petulant jerk, either of them.

 

To find peace, Gin had been hanging around outside, but the endless night was depressing and once again he questioned why he'd left the Seireitei. This place had ceased to be fun.

 

The other Arrancar had given themselves over to the pursuit of pleasure, in public, in private, except Ulquiorra and Yammy who seemed to be unable to move far from the door into Aizen's quarters. Every time he tried to persuade them to do something, they snarled at him and told him to get lost. Since the toy had arrived he hadn't been summoned by Aizen for sex and while he was pleased that he didn't have to pleasure the premature ejaculator, he missed the verbal interchange, the actual knowledge of what was going on and the very rare gestures of affection. Most of all he missed the reassurance of the power that would soon be his.

 

By now he was slamming his fist against the door, getting more irritated every second he waited. Had Aizen become deaf to all but the demands of his flesh? The door finally opened and Aizen stood there, his clothes thrown on hastily, his hair standing on end. He blinked slightly at seeing Gin framed in the doorway. “I didn't ask for you, Gin. You may leave.”

 

Gin pushed his shoulder into the door, forcing his way into the room. “This has got to stop Sosuke. What about the plan, the whole reason we're here?”

 

The toy was lying face down on the bed, a sheet draped over his lower body. Aizen's face assumed a soppy expression as he looked at the boy. “The plan isn't important to me anymore. I've finally found the ying to my yang. I want to marry him, settle down and have children.”

 

For a moment Gin felt reality slip away from him. “What the fuck are you talking about? He's a male. Two males can't have children with each other unless a female is involved somewhere.”

 

“I want him to bear my children,” Aizen insisted, going across to caress the orange locks of the sleeping teen.

 

Taking a deep breath, Gin tried again. “You told me the Internet connection was down. How much fan fiction have you been readin'? Those things are fiction, you know, made up, not real. Let me explain it to you, simply. That thing you have there is a male Shinigami. You are male. No matter how many times you fuck the guy, he won't get pregnant. Comprende? He doesn't have a womb or ovaries. Do I have to take you through elementary Biology again? No matter what sort of creepy theories you've read, he won't get pregnant, ever!”

 

“I want to marry him. Go and abduct some religious creature who can marry us. I'll worry about children later,” Aizen ordered stubbornly as his lips caressed the boy's shoulder.

 

Watching the couple, Gin thought he saw a frown cross the supposedly sleeping toy's face. He was listening. Maybe he was feigning sleep to get a rest from the constant declarations of love, sex, or he was bored. “No. Why should I follow all your fuckin' orders? Anyway, he'd look like shit in a wedding dress or kimono. For the sake of hell, he's got no tits and let me mention it again. He's a guy. Isshin won't be pleased if you marry his son; you two never saw eye to eye.”

 

“That's not important. He's mine. I want everyone to know that.”

 

Gin found he was shaking his head as he longed to throttle Aizen. The whole reason he was here had been compromised by that kid lying on the bed. That hot guy lying on the bed. That person he wanted more than he wanted any one else. How could he get Aizen out of the room so he would have a chance to fuck the orange haired tease who was lying there, tantalising him with his firm young body, taut muscles, and overwhelming attraction?

 

“You know Yammy and Ulquiorra are hanging around outside. They're waiting for you to leave so they can play with him,” he said jerking him thumb at Ichigo.

 

Aizen was outraged; his expression indicated how furious he was. “Tell them to leave,” he demanded, tetchily.

 

“They're not listenin' to me. No one's listenin' to me,” was Gin's sulky response. He hated Hueco Mundo. Now he could see the boy more clearly he wondered why he hadn't noticed what a honey he was when he's first encountered him in the Seireitei. How could he have overlooked the perfection? “I don't think you'll be pleased with what Szayel has been doin' on your throne, either. It's gotten a mite messy.”

 

It was easy to see Aizen was torn between setting Hueco Mundo in order or spending more time alone with his newfound love. To make it more intolerable, Gin thought he'd throw in a few more problems. “Tosen's stalking Grimmjow. Loly and Menoly are taking on anyone in the monitor room and filming everything they're doing. Halibel is fighting with Di Roy and Shawlong `cause they tried to play with her subordinates. Wonderweiss was wandering around trying to find Tosen but he's now taken to following me, the irritating little shit. He burbled something about my spirit now being purer than Kaname's. Don't ask me what that's about.”

 

Each word seemed to strike Aizen. The perpetual grin on Gin's face hid his satisfaction. The bait was being taken and now it was time to reel in the fish. “I think a rescue party might be comin'. You know Yamamoto don't like it when you take his toys. He's scared you'll break them.”

 

Anger radiated from Aizen. “He doesn't want to be rescued from me,” he said as his hands clutched the boy tightly.

 

“The way things are out there, you won't be able to stop `em. I never thought I'd say this, but you've got to do somethin', now. Otherwise we'll lose.”

 

With swift motions, Aizen began to tidy his clothes. “If you're making this up, Gin, you won't be sorry, you'll be dead. Come with me.”

 

“I think that's a bad idea, Aizen. I told ya, remember? Yammy and Ulquiorra look right hungry now and it's the boy they want. I'll stay here and keep him safe,” he said slyly, trying to keep his eyes from the boy.

 

Aizen stood there, uncertain of what to do. Gin waited, knowing that while love was attractive, for Aizen, power was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He just needed reminding.