Death and the Strawberry
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Chapter 12
This chapter is beta’d by the wonderful d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!!!
Review Replies- MasterAkira: Nnoitra is evil, but I like him that way XP
ShadowofLight: I know, Nnoitra better watch out or else Stark is gonna go primera on his ass.
Kera-Izaki: Sorry that this wasn’t updated in time to relieve the stress of finals, but I hope this was soon enough!
AnimeAngelSisters: A new reviewer (reader?) I’m glad that you like it so far =)
Anon: I hope that this one doesn’t feel as rushed…
Lynzee: Stark and Ichigo are definitely yummy together.
Yakumo: I think Stark would like to dip his strawberry in some chocolate and devour him whole.
XoXgaaraXoX: I know…I wish I could live off of fanfiction but alas, as my disclaimer says, I do not own Bleach or make any money off of this story D: A bummer, but my real job still kicks ass.
JETplain: Thank you for telling me that! I didn’t really know what to call it so I called it a kimono…but hopefully I will not make the same mistake again.
Nusku: Thanks!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 12
Ichigo walked quietly down the halls of Las Noches, carefully masking his presence. Although it was not uncommon for him to visit his mother, the nature of his visit made him cautious and on edge. They were going to run from Las Noches to the Vasto Lordes and that would be considered a betrayal of Aizen-sama.
As careful as he was, he didn’t sense the presence stalking him until he was unceremoniously yanked into a room and slammed up against the wall. “Ah!” He cried out in pain, his eyes widening as he recognized his attacker. “Nnoitra?!”
“Hey Ichi.” Nnoitra grinned widely at the arrancar. “I heard the most interesting news a little while ago.”
“Oh?” Ichigo tried to act interested, but he was more intent on escaping at the moment.
“Yeah, apparently you’re more powerful than I imagined.” Nnoitra leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. “Ya know, when I first saw you I never thought you would turn out to look like this…” Nnoitra trailed his hands down to rest on Ichigo’s waist, his long fingers slipping in between the slit of his shirt to caress his bare skin.
“Stop Nnoitra!” Ichigo shoved at the espada’s chest but it only appeared to amuse Nnoitra.
“Don’t fight me Ichigo.” Nnoitra purred and licked Ichigo’s cheek, dragging his teeth down Ichigo’s creamy neck. “You taste as good as you look, Strawberry.” Ichigo glared at him and then tensed, his eyes focused on something over Nnoitra’s shoulder. Nnoitra froze as he felt the ominous presence that stood behind him and turned around, keeping Ichigo pinned to the wall.
“What are you doing to Ichigo, Nnoitra?” Aizen asked, radiating evil intent.
Nnoitra slowly pulled himself away from Ichigo. “I was just visiting my favorite Strawberry.”
Aizen gazed at him, not blinking until, finally, Nnoitra backed away more. “Er, I’ll just be going then Aizen-sama.”
“You do that.”
The fifth espada scurried away and Aizen turned to Ichigo with a frown. “I am not so bad of a guy.” He said, easily slipping back into his charming self with a soft grin, intending to put Ichigo at ease. The orange haired arrancar wasn’t buying it though, not anymore.
“If I didn’t have my powers sealed than I wouldn’t have this problem.”
Aizen sighed heavily as though Ichigo was asking something completely irrational. “I will not discuss this again.” With that he left, leaving Ichigo to slump against the wall. If anything, the confrontation had only increased his resolve to leave. With that, he continued onto his mother’s room, this time far less cautiously.
She welcomed him warmly as usual, but as he began his story, her smile dropped and she yanked him into her arms, sobbing hopelessly. As much as Ichigo was a momma’s boy, he still struggled in her suffocating hug, pulling away to gasp for breath while she smiled apologetically.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Nothing. Aizen doesn’t think that hollows feel, so he won’t hold you hostage against me, but right now, I need to get these seals removed and I can’t…”
“You can’t escape with me running with you.” She finished for him.
“I don’t know what I would do if you died while I was escaping. I need you safe, and you will be safe here.”
“You want to walk on the outside of the sidewalk so I don’t get splashed with water?” Masaki asked with a smile. Ichigo turned red but nodded. “Well then, I guess I will have to be there to wipe your face clean afterwards.”
Despite what he was, his mother still had the ability to make him feel like a little kid.
…
Stark was – predictably – asleep when Ichigo got back to his room. Rolling his eyes, Ichigo grinned a little maliciously and ghosted his hands down the first espada’s body. Stark shifted slightly, but didn’t wake up. Ichigo wasted no time in undoing Stark’s hakama and exposing his cock, palming it into hardness rather quickly.
“Ichigo…” Stark moaned and lifted his hips into the contact. Ichigo looked up but the other arrancar still appeared to be asleep. Ichigo snorted mentally, but he was a little glad that even in his dreams, Stark wanted Ichigo. Deciding that he had waited long enough, Ichigo took Stark into his mouth and moved his head down as far as he could. Stark woke up immediately, jerking upright and staring down at the sight of Ichigo seated in between his legs, peering up at him with an innocent look, despite the fact that his mouth was surrounding his erection.
“Ichi…” Stark groaned and bucked his hips, but Ichigo refused to give him control.
“Nu-uh.” Ichigo said around his mouthful of cock, the vibrations making Stark groan and try even harder to bury himself down Ichigo’s throat. The fifteenth arrancar bobbed his head up and down, sucking and swallowing around Stark’s cock as he concentrated on pleasing the espada.
“Fuck!” A shiver went through Ichigo at hearing Stark curse, he was usually more composed than that and it made Ichigo hard and throbbing to know that he was the one to do that to him.
Concentrating hard on not gagging, Ichigo moved his head down as far as he could and swallowed. Stark came with a low groan, filling his lover’s mouth with his climax and making him cough a little before gulping the slightly bitter fluid down. As Stark caught his breath, Ichigo cleaned the few droplets that had escaped his mouth. Stark quickly regained his thoughts and yanked Ichigo onto the couch, pulling his pants off quickly and sealing his mouth over Ichigo’s erection before he had time to protest.
“Ah!” Stark worked quickly, shoving his fingers into Ichigo’s mouth and making the orange haired arrancar nibble and suck on them until he deemed them wet enough. When Ichigo was suitably distracted with Stark tonguing his leaking slit, “Stark!” two fingers slid into him and he bucked into it. The abrupt stretching left him twitching and just as he was about to come, Stark dug his fingers down into his prostate. Ichigo came with a shout, his body jerking upwards as Stark pulled his fingers out at just the right time, sending another squirt of come onto his stomach.
Stark cleaned him up, looking smug at the copious amount of fluid on his stomach. Ichigo glared and could only allow himself to be dressed again. “You talked with your mother?” Stark asked once they were both modest again.
“Hm? Yeah…she knows.”
“We leave now then.”
Stark carefully concealed both of their reiatsu as they slipped out into the sunlight surrounding Las Noches, and then into the twilight of Hueco Mundo. Once he thought they were far enough away, he scooped Ichigo into his arms and sonido-ed quickly, forcing all of his energy into getting to the Vasto Lordes as quickly as he could. Their only hope lied with them, and Stark could only hope that they would aid their King.
…
“They’re gone.” Gin commented, watching the projected image of Ichigo and Stark running across the sand dunes. Or to be more specific, Stark using sonido with Ichigo held firmly in his arms, and complaining about it all the way.
“Hm.”
“Should we go after them?”
Aizen sighed, rubbing his temples against the oncoming headache. “At this point, it wouldn’t do any good. They would have reached the Vasto Lordes before we could get to them and as of yet, we are no match for them.” He slumped back into his large throne. “I expected Ichigo to run at some point, but I was foolish to not calculate the Primera into my plans. It appears that Stark is far more attached to the King than I had anticipated.”
“Maybe he’s in love.” Gin commented with a foxy grin.
Aizen just snorted. “Hollow’s can’t love. The very definition of a hollow is a spirit who doesn’t have a heart, and how can one love without a heart?”
“Ah, but they’re not hollows, they’re arrancars.”
Aizen dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. “Regardless, we are unable to pursue them at this time. In time, Ichigo may come to me.”
“May?” Gin cocked his head to the side, studying Aizen with lavender eyes. “You’re not certain?”
For a moment, Aizen did not speak. “We will have to reformulate a plan that does not rely on his powers.”
“Will the other arrancars side with him though?”
“Some of them will…although I fear that I cannot take on Soul Society on my own without their aid.”
“Why wouldn’t he want the same thing as us?” Gin curiously asked. “He’s still part hollow, even if he’s an arrancar.”
“Because a true King always knows what is best for his people.”
LINE
A lot of people have been asking if Aizen is good or bad, and I think that like with people, strict black and white values cannot always apply. In this story Aizen might be the ‘bad’ guy, but that does not mean he cannot do nice things or that he can’t love. Likewise, the ‘good’ guy could condemn people to death (Vizards, Quincy, Mod souls, Rukia, etc) and still be considered ‘good.’
Review Replies- MasterAkira: Nnoitra is evil, but I like him that way XP
ShadowofLight: I know, Nnoitra better watch out or else Stark is gonna go primera on his ass.
Kera-Izaki: Sorry that this wasn’t updated in time to relieve the stress of finals, but I hope this was soon enough!
AnimeAngelSisters: A new reviewer (reader?) I’m glad that you like it so far =)
Anon: I hope that this one doesn’t feel as rushed…
Lynzee: Stark and Ichigo are definitely yummy together.
Yakumo: I think Stark would like to dip his strawberry in some chocolate and devour him whole.
XoXgaaraXoX: I know…I wish I could live off of fanfiction but alas, as my disclaimer says, I do not own Bleach or make any money off of this story D: A bummer, but my real job still kicks ass.
JETplain: Thank you for telling me that! I didn’t really know what to call it so I called it a kimono…but hopefully I will not make the same mistake again.
Nusku: Thanks!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 12
Ichigo walked quietly down the halls of Las Noches, carefully masking his presence. Although it was not uncommon for him to visit his mother, the nature of his visit made him cautious and on edge. They were going to run from Las Noches to the Vasto Lordes and that would be considered a betrayal of Aizen-sama.
As careful as he was, he didn’t sense the presence stalking him until he was unceremoniously yanked into a room and slammed up against the wall. “Ah!” He cried out in pain, his eyes widening as he recognized his attacker. “Nnoitra?!”
“Hey Ichi.” Nnoitra grinned widely at the arrancar. “I heard the most interesting news a little while ago.”
“Oh?” Ichigo tried to act interested, but he was more intent on escaping at the moment.
“Yeah, apparently you’re more powerful than I imagined.” Nnoitra leaned down so their faces were only inches apart. “Ya know, when I first saw you I never thought you would turn out to look like this…” Nnoitra trailed his hands down to rest on Ichigo’s waist, his long fingers slipping in between the slit of his shirt to caress his bare skin.
“Stop Nnoitra!” Ichigo shoved at the espada’s chest but it only appeared to amuse Nnoitra.
“Don’t fight me Ichigo.” Nnoitra purred and licked Ichigo’s cheek, dragging his teeth down Ichigo’s creamy neck. “You taste as good as you look, Strawberry.” Ichigo glared at him and then tensed, his eyes focused on something over Nnoitra’s shoulder. Nnoitra froze as he felt the ominous presence that stood behind him and turned around, keeping Ichigo pinned to the wall.
“What are you doing to Ichigo, Nnoitra?” Aizen asked, radiating evil intent.
Nnoitra slowly pulled himself away from Ichigo. “I was just visiting my favorite Strawberry.”
Aizen gazed at him, not blinking until, finally, Nnoitra backed away more. “Er, I’ll just be going then Aizen-sama.”
“You do that.”
The fifth espada scurried away and Aizen turned to Ichigo with a frown. “I am not so bad of a guy.” He said, easily slipping back into his charming self with a soft grin, intending to put Ichigo at ease. The orange haired arrancar wasn’t buying it though, not anymore.
“If I didn’t have my powers sealed than I wouldn’t have this problem.”
Aizen sighed heavily as though Ichigo was asking something completely irrational. “I will not discuss this again.” With that he left, leaving Ichigo to slump against the wall. If anything, the confrontation had only increased his resolve to leave. With that, he continued onto his mother’s room, this time far less cautiously.
She welcomed him warmly as usual, but as he began his story, her smile dropped and she yanked him into her arms, sobbing hopelessly. As much as Ichigo was a momma’s boy, he still struggled in her suffocating hug, pulling away to gasp for breath while she smiled apologetically.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Nothing. Aizen doesn’t think that hollows feel, so he won’t hold you hostage against me, but right now, I need to get these seals removed and I can’t…”
“You can’t escape with me running with you.” She finished for him.
“I don’t know what I would do if you died while I was escaping. I need you safe, and you will be safe here.”
“You want to walk on the outside of the sidewalk so I don’t get splashed with water?” Masaki asked with a smile. Ichigo turned red but nodded. “Well then, I guess I will have to be there to wipe your face clean afterwards.”
Despite what he was, his mother still had the ability to make him feel like a little kid.
…
Stark was – predictably – asleep when Ichigo got back to his room. Rolling his eyes, Ichigo grinned a little maliciously and ghosted his hands down the first espada’s body. Stark shifted slightly, but didn’t wake up. Ichigo wasted no time in undoing Stark’s hakama and exposing his cock, palming it into hardness rather quickly.
“Ichigo…” Stark moaned and lifted his hips into the contact. Ichigo looked up but the other arrancar still appeared to be asleep. Ichigo snorted mentally, but he was a little glad that even in his dreams, Stark wanted Ichigo. Deciding that he had waited long enough, Ichigo took Stark into his mouth and moved his head down as far as he could. Stark woke up immediately, jerking upright and staring down at the sight of Ichigo seated in between his legs, peering up at him with an innocent look, despite the fact that his mouth was surrounding his erection.
“Ichi…” Stark groaned and bucked his hips, but Ichigo refused to give him control.
“Nu-uh.” Ichigo said around his mouthful of cock, the vibrations making Stark groan and try even harder to bury himself down Ichigo’s throat. The fifteenth arrancar bobbed his head up and down, sucking and swallowing around Stark’s cock as he concentrated on pleasing the espada.
“Fuck!” A shiver went through Ichigo at hearing Stark curse, he was usually more composed than that and it made Ichigo hard and throbbing to know that he was the one to do that to him.
Concentrating hard on not gagging, Ichigo moved his head down as far as he could and swallowed. Stark came with a low groan, filling his lover’s mouth with his climax and making him cough a little before gulping the slightly bitter fluid down. As Stark caught his breath, Ichigo cleaned the few droplets that had escaped his mouth. Stark quickly regained his thoughts and yanked Ichigo onto the couch, pulling his pants off quickly and sealing his mouth over Ichigo’s erection before he had time to protest.
“Ah!” Stark worked quickly, shoving his fingers into Ichigo’s mouth and making the orange haired arrancar nibble and suck on them until he deemed them wet enough. When Ichigo was suitably distracted with Stark tonguing his leaking slit, “Stark!” two fingers slid into him and he bucked into it. The abrupt stretching left him twitching and just as he was about to come, Stark dug his fingers down into his prostate. Ichigo came with a shout, his body jerking upwards as Stark pulled his fingers out at just the right time, sending another squirt of come onto his stomach.
Stark cleaned him up, looking smug at the copious amount of fluid on his stomach. Ichigo glared and could only allow himself to be dressed again. “You talked with your mother?” Stark asked once they were both modest again.
“Hm? Yeah…she knows.”
“We leave now then.”
Stark carefully concealed both of their reiatsu as they slipped out into the sunlight surrounding Las Noches, and then into the twilight of Hueco Mundo. Once he thought they were far enough away, he scooped Ichigo into his arms and sonido-ed quickly, forcing all of his energy into getting to the Vasto Lordes as quickly as he could. Their only hope lied with them, and Stark could only hope that they would aid their King.
…
“They’re gone.” Gin commented, watching the projected image of Ichigo and Stark running across the sand dunes. Or to be more specific, Stark using sonido with Ichigo held firmly in his arms, and complaining about it all the way.
“Hm.”
“Should we go after them?”
Aizen sighed, rubbing his temples against the oncoming headache. “At this point, it wouldn’t do any good. They would have reached the Vasto Lordes before we could get to them and as of yet, we are no match for them.” He slumped back into his large throne. “I expected Ichigo to run at some point, but I was foolish to not calculate the Primera into my plans. It appears that Stark is far more attached to the King than I had anticipated.”
“Maybe he’s in love.” Gin commented with a foxy grin.
Aizen just snorted. “Hollow’s can’t love. The very definition of a hollow is a spirit who doesn’t have a heart, and how can one love without a heart?”
“Ah, but they’re not hollows, they’re arrancars.”
Aizen dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand. “Regardless, we are unable to pursue them at this time. In time, Ichigo may come to me.”
“May?” Gin cocked his head to the side, studying Aizen with lavender eyes. “You’re not certain?”
For a moment, Aizen did not speak. “We will have to reformulate a plan that does not rely on his powers.”
“Will the other arrancars side with him though?”
“Some of them will…although I fear that I cannot take on Soul Society on my own without their aid.”
“Why wouldn’t he want the same thing as us?” Gin curiously asked. “He’s still part hollow, even if he’s an arrancar.”
“Because a true King always knows what is best for his people.”
LINE
A lot of people have been asking if Aizen is good or bad, and I think that like with people, strict black and white values cannot always apply. In this story Aizen might be the ‘bad’ guy, but that does not mean he cannot do nice things or that he can’t love. Likewise, the ‘good’ guy could condemn people to death (Vizards, Quincy, Mod souls, Rukia, etc) and still be considered ‘good.’