Death and the Strawberry
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Chapter 11
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Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 11
Back in Las Noches…
Stark nuzzled Ichigo’s orange hair and refused to let him go, even while the 15th arrancar struggled against his tight hold with curses. “Let me go, you bastard!”
“Mm…nope.” Stark kissed his neck. “You are uninjured?”
“Yes, now let me go.”
“No.” Stark denied him again.
“I’m serious Stark; I need to talk with Aizen-sama.”
Stark’s grey eyes flashed with jealousy and he tightened his hold until Ichigo cried out in slight pain.
“Ow! Oi, let go already!”
Stark reluctantly released him, frowning as Ichigo yanked on his clothes to straighten them, and attempted to smooth his hair down. “Come to my room when you’re done. That’s an order.” With that Stark left, sonido-ing to his room and slumping onto the couch with a frown. He didn’t like Ichigo’s relationship with Aizen – that Shinigami was way too interested in him.
Back in the halls, Ichigo walked quickly – trying hard not to run. He had to know. Knocking on the door, Ichigo slipped inside the throne room. The three Shinigami stopped talking immediately when Ichigo entered, but that did not deter him any.
“Is there something I can help you with, Ichigo?” There wasn’t a hint of anxiety or stress in Aizen’s voice, despite the failed attempt to destroy Karakura Town, and it made Ichigo relax slightly.
He bowed slightly and glanced nervously at Gin and Tousen. “Um, it’s about something that… a Shinigami said.” He didn’t want to mention his father, despite his loyalty to Aizen-sama…his family came first.
“Oh?” Aizen asked and raised an eyebrow.
Ichigo could feel his determination shrink a little, but he gritted his teeth and carried on. “He seemed to think that the reason you sealed away my powers is because I am the Vasto Lorde king.”
Aizen watched him for a second, not showing any sign of surprise or dropping his smile. “Oh? Hm, well I did not intend to tell you this yet, but since you brought it up…” He trailed off. “You are the hollow King, Ichigo. I sought you out and sealed your powers because other hollows are drawn to you and it would better suit our cause for you to not draw much attention- or at least make the hollows’ and arrancars’ draw towards you subtle, so that they didn’t understand.”
Ichigo swallowed around the lump in his throat. This couldn’t be happening. He was no King! But why else would they…
“You wanted the arrancars loyal to you and not to me.” Aizen narrowed his eyes and said nothing. “Wouldn’t it be better if you released the seals, so that I could take my place as king and have the Vasto Lordes join our cause?”
“The Vasto Lordes will come if they have interest, unsealing your powers will not sway them.”
Ichigo bit his lip and said nothing more, he understood. Aizen would not unseal his powers until it was beneficial to him and only him. He bowed once and left the room quickly, before his growing anger got the best of him. He could not best Aizen in a fight, not in his current condition, and arguing would do nothing but show Aizen he was not as loyal as before. But the tension and anxiety was building within him and he wanted release…so he went to Stark. In his distraction, he failed to notice a figure standing shrouded in the shadows.
Nnoitra watched Ichigo flee the throne room, having heard every word the arrancar had said. So he was King, huh? He narrowed his eyes and his grin grew bigger. He always did have an interest in the orange haired brat, with his lithe body and pretty face. Kurosaki might just be the push he needed to get to the top…not to mention, into the beautiful King’s bed.
…
“I want you to fuck me.” Ichigo demanded, his eyes blazing with anger as he stood before the first espada. Stark eyed him warily, sensing his mood immediately. He knew Ichigo wasn’t ready yet, but… With a shrug he grabbed Ichigo and yanked him down onto the couch. Ichigo yelped in surprise, but was abruptly cut off when Stark opened his pants and shoved Ichigo’s open mouth over his cock. Ichigo moaned in protest, at first, but soon was sucking on him eagerly, bobbing his head and pumping what length he couldn’t fit into his mouth.
“You want me to fuck you?” Stark asked and then slipped his fingers into his mouth, getting them wet with saliva. Ichigo nodded slightly, only managing to make an affirmative mumbling sound around his mouthful of cock. Stark grabbed the back of Ichigo’s hakama and yanked them down, ripping the belt easily. Ichigo jerked slightly but only paused for a second before continuing his ministrations. The first espada didn’t bother to give Ichigo any warnings before shoving two of his fingers inside of him.
Ichigo screamed around Stark’s cock and arched his back, letting the length slip from his mouth as he panted. “Stark…” He whimpered as the fingers moved in and out of him relentlessly and spread him apart. The pain dulled his pleasure and he squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position.
“Is this not what you wanted?” Stark asked and added a third finger.
Slowly, Ichigo was coming down from his anger induced high and was now regretting asking Stark to fuck him. The other espada already knew this, as were his intentions, and leaned down to kiss the arrancar’s head while gentling the motion of his hand. He didn’t stop because he didn’t want to leave Ichigo with bad memories of it, but instead rubbed inside the tight passage looking for his prostate. Ichigo whined and trembled until finally, Stark found it and pressed down roughly, not letting up once when Ichigo screamed and clawed at him.
“Stark! Ah!” Ichigo rocked his hips shamelessly against the couch, groaning in disappointment when Stark dragged him up and onto his lap.
“If you want something to rub against, rub against this.” Stark said, ripping the remains of Ichigo’s hakama off of him and yanking his hips forward so their erections slid against each other. He pressed his fingers back inside that tight entrance and thrust them in and out of his rectum. Stark smirked as Ichigo twitched and nearly collapsed from the sensations in his front and behind and could only moan as the first espada thrust his hips up for more friction.
“Ah! I’m so close!” Ichigo cried out and shuddered when Stark’s mouth found his ear and nibbled at his ear lobe.
“Come.” Stark commanded and dug his nails down almost painfully into Ichigo’s prostate, biting down on his skin and lapping up the blood as Ichigo screamed, shooting his orgasm in between them. Stark patiently waited for Ichigo to stop shivering and spasming before removing his fingers carefully and jerking himself off.
After coming back to himself a little, Ichigo entwined their hands and began to pump him as well. Stark growled and kissed the orange haired arrancar passionately, not leaving a centimeter of mouth untasted while enjoying the lights moans and sighs Ichigo produced. He came with an almost silent grunt and caught his breath while Ichigo shifted off his lap to kneel on the ground and began to lap up the come off of his spent erection. Stark just laid back and enjoyed the sensation for a moment before jerking him up again and kissing him deeply. He wasn’t too fond of the taste of himself but he enjoyed the kiss. When he finally pulled away, Ichigo was breathless and he was hardening again.
Stark pulled away before he could act on his body’s responses and rested his forehead against Ichigo’s, tugging him into a close embrace. “What’s wrong?”
Ichigo frowned and started to slip out of Stark’s grip, but the first espada wasn’t having any of it. “I…what makes you think something is wrong?”
He flinched when Stark gripped his chin tightly, causing pain to bloom upon his jaw. “Tell me.”
Stark only loosened his hold when Ichigo let out a little whimper and nodded. “I met my dad in the real world…” Stark waited patiently as his lover gathered his thoughts and stroked his back as a silent apology for his rough treatment. “He’s a Shinigami. He told me that I am…” He swallowed harshly. “That I’m the King of Hueco Mundo.” The hand that was stroking his back paused.
“Is that what you went to go talk to Aizen about?”
“Yeah.”
“He confirmed it?”
“Yeah…” Ichigo trailed off as the hands began to rub his back a little.
“Huh.”
Ichigo abruptly pulled away with a glare. “What do you mean ‘huh’?” He snarled.
Stark only chuckled and kissed him. “I’m not surprised. Aizen would have sealed your powers for a good reason and just power wouldn’t be it. If it was power, he could use it to his own advantage, but it’s what you represent that is dangerous to him. You threaten his rule of Hueco Mundo.”
The orange haired arrancar sighed and rested his head on Stark’s chest. “What are we going to do?”
“Hm…” Stark thought for a minute, trying not to get distracted by Ichigo’s nearness and both of them being half-naked. “When we joined Aizen-sama, it was under the impression that it was for the betterment of our species. By sealing your powers it goes against that. If he is longer aiding us, we no longer aid him.” Ichigo smiled against Stark’s chest.
“Then what will we do?”
“Right now, we rest.” Ichigo grumbled in annoyance but Stark shushed him. “We need our strength. We will go find the Vasto Lordes once more and ask them to remove the seals. Aizen wouldn’t dare go against them.”
“’kay.” Ichigo snuggled against the first espada and sighed. “Stark?”
“Yeah?”
“I really do care for you.”
Stark smiled and kissed his head softly. “I care for you as well.”
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Ah, so sweet. Let’s hope nothing gets in their way of escaping *MWUHAHA* Heh heh… evil laughter really tires me. Anyways, please review- They really do make me update faster because I love them all so much!
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Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 11
Back in Las Noches…
Stark nuzzled Ichigo’s orange hair and refused to let him go, even while the 15th arrancar struggled against his tight hold with curses. “Let me go, you bastard!”
“Mm…nope.” Stark kissed his neck. “You are uninjured?”
“Yes, now let me go.”
“No.” Stark denied him again.
“I’m serious Stark; I need to talk with Aizen-sama.”
Stark’s grey eyes flashed with jealousy and he tightened his hold until Ichigo cried out in slight pain.
“Ow! Oi, let go already!”
Stark reluctantly released him, frowning as Ichigo yanked on his clothes to straighten them, and attempted to smooth his hair down. “Come to my room when you’re done. That’s an order.” With that Stark left, sonido-ing to his room and slumping onto the couch with a frown. He didn’t like Ichigo’s relationship with Aizen – that Shinigami was way too interested in him.
Back in the halls, Ichigo walked quickly – trying hard not to run. He had to know. Knocking on the door, Ichigo slipped inside the throne room. The three Shinigami stopped talking immediately when Ichigo entered, but that did not deter him any.
“Is there something I can help you with, Ichigo?” There wasn’t a hint of anxiety or stress in Aizen’s voice, despite the failed attempt to destroy Karakura Town, and it made Ichigo relax slightly.
He bowed slightly and glanced nervously at Gin and Tousen. “Um, it’s about something that… a Shinigami said.” He didn’t want to mention his father, despite his loyalty to Aizen-sama…his family came first.
“Oh?” Aizen asked and raised an eyebrow.
Ichigo could feel his determination shrink a little, but he gritted his teeth and carried on. “He seemed to think that the reason you sealed away my powers is because I am the Vasto Lorde king.”
Aizen watched him for a second, not showing any sign of surprise or dropping his smile. “Oh? Hm, well I did not intend to tell you this yet, but since you brought it up…” He trailed off. “You are the hollow King, Ichigo. I sought you out and sealed your powers because other hollows are drawn to you and it would better suit our cause for you to not draw much attention- or at least make the hollows’ and arrancars’ draw towards you subtle, so that they didn’t understand.”
Ichigo swallowed around the lump in his throat. This couldn’t be happening. He was no King! But why else would they…
“You wanted the arrancars loyal to you and not to me.” Aizen narrowed his eyes and said nothing. “Wouldn’t it be better if you released the seals, so that I could take my place as king and have the Vasto Lordes join our cause?”
“The Vasto Lordes will come if they have interest, unsealing your powers will not sway them.”
Ichigo bit his lip and said nothing more, he understood. Aizen would not unseal his powers until it was beneficial to him and only him. He bowed once and left the room quickly, before his growing anger got the best of him. He could not best Aizen in a fight, not in his current condition, and arguing would do nothing but show Aizen he was not as loyal as before. But the tension and anxiety was building within him and he wanted release…so he went to Stark. In his distraction, he failed to notice a figure standing shrouded in the shadows.
Nnoitra watched Ichigo flee the throne room, having heard every word the arrancar had said. So he was King, huh? He narrowed his eyes and his grin grew bigger. He always did have an interest in the orange haired brat, with his lithe body and pretty face. Kurosaki might just be the push he needed to get to the top…not to mention, into the beautiful King’s bed.
…
“I want you to fuck me.” Ichigo demanded, his eyes blazing with anger as he stood before the first espada. Stark eyed him warily, sensing his mood immediately. He knew Ichigo wasn’t ready yet, but… With a shrug he grabbed Ichigo and yanked him down onto the couch. Ichigo yelped in surprise, but was abruptly cut off when Stark opened his pants and shoved Ichigo’s open mouth over his cock. Ichigo moaned in protest, at first, but soon was sucking on him eagerly, bobbing his head and pumping what length he couldn’t fit into his mouth.
“You want me to fuck you?” Stark asked and then slipped his fingers into his mouth, getting them wet with saliva. Ichigo nodded slightly, only managing to make an affirmative mumbling sound around his mouthful of cock. Stark grabbed the back of Ichigo’s hakama and yanked them down, ripping the belt easily. Ichigo jerked slightly but only paused for a second before continuing his ministrations. The first espada didn’t bother to give Ichigo any warnings before shoving two of his fingers inside of him.
Ichigo screamed around Stark’s cock and arched his back, letting the length slip from his mouth as he panted. “Stark…” He whimpered as the fingers moved in and out of him relentlessly and spread him apart. The pain dulled his pleasure and he squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position.
“Is this not what you wanted?” Stark asked and added a third finger.
Slowly, Ichigo was coming down from his anger induced high and was now regretting asking Stark to fuck him. The other espada already knew this, as were his intentions, and leaned down to kiss the arrancar’s head while gentling the motion of his hand. He didn’t stop because he didn’t want to leave Ichigo with bad memories of it, but instead rubbed inside the tight passage looking for his prostate. Ichigo whined and trembled until finally, Stark found it and pressed down roughly, not letting up once when Ichigo screamed and clawed at him.
“Stark! Ah!” Ichigo rocked his hips shamelessly against the couch, groaning in disappointment when Stark dragged him up and onto his lap.
“If you want something to rub against, rub against this.” Stark said, ripping the remains of Ichigo’s hakama off of him and yanking his hips forward so their erections slid against each other. He pressed his fingers back inside that tight entrance and thrust them in and out of his rectum. Stark smirked as Ichigo twitched and nearly collapsed from the sensations in his front and behind and could only moan as the first espada thrust his hips up for more friction.
“Ah! I’m so close!” Ichigo cried out and shuddered when Stark’s mouth found his ear and nibbled at his ear lobe.
“Come.” Stark commanded and dug his nails down almost painfully into Ichigo’s prostate, biting down on his skin and lapping up the blood as Ichigo screamed, shooting his orgasm in between them. Stark patiently waited for Ichigo to stop shivering and spasming before removing his fingers carefully and jerking himself off.
After coming back to himself a little, Ichigo entwined their hands and began to pump him as well. Stark growled and kissed the orange haired arrancar passionately, not leaving a centimeter of mouth untasted while enjoying the lights moans and sighs Ichigo produced. He came with an almost silent grunt and caught his breath while Ichigo shifted off his lap to kneel on the ground and began to lap up the come off of his spent erection. Stark just laid back and enjoyed the sensation for a moment before jerking him up again and kissing him deeply. He wasn’t too fond of the taste of himself but he enjoyed the kiss. When he finally pulled away, Ichigo was breathless and he was hardening again.
Stark pulled away before he could act on his body’s responses and rested his forehead against Ichigo’s, tugging him into a close embrace. “What’s wrong?”
Ichigo frowned and started to slip out of Stark’s grip, but the first espada wasn’t having any of it. “I…what makes you think something is wrong?”
He flinched when Stark gripped his chin tightly, causing pain to bloom upon his jaw. “Tell me.”
Stark only loosened his hold when Ichigo let out a little whimper and nodded. “I met my dad in the real world…” Stark waited patiently as his lover gathered his thoughts and stroked his back as a silent apology for his rough treatment. “He’s a Shinigami. He told me that I am…” He swallowed harshly. “That I’m the King of Hueco Mundo.” The hand that was stroking his back paused.
“Is that what you went to go talk to Aizen about?”
“Yeah.”
“He confirmed it?”
“Yeah…” Ichigo trailed off as the hands began to rub his back a little.
“Huh.”
Ichigo abruptly pulled away with a glare. “What do you mean ‘huh’?” He snarled.
Stark only chuckled and kissed him. “I’m not surprised. Aizen would have sealed your powers for a good reason and just power wouldn’t be it. If it was power, he could use it to his own advantage, but it’s what you represent that is dangerous to him. You threaten his rule of Hueco Mundo.”
The orange haired arrancar sighed and rested his head on Stark’s chest. “What are we going to do?”
“Hm…” Stark thought for a minute, trying not to get distracted by Ichigo’s nearness and both of them being half-naked. “When we joined Aizen-sama, it was under the impression that it was for the betterment of our species. By sealing your powers it goes against that. If he is longer aiding us, we no longer aid him.” Ichigo smiled against Stark’s chest.
“Then what will we do?”
“Right now, we rest.” Ichigo grumbled in annoyance but Stark shushed him. “We need our strength. We will go find the Vasto Lordes once more and ask them to remove the seals. Aizen wouldn’t dare go against them.”
“’kay.” Ichigo snuggled against the first espada and sighed. “Stark?”
“Yeah?”
“I really do care for you.”
Stark smiled and kissed his head softly. “I care for you as well.”
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Ah, so sweet. Let’s hope nothing gets in their way of escaping *MWUHAHA* Heh heh… evil laughter really tires me. Anyways, please review- They really do make me update faster because I love them all so much!