Death and the Strawberry
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Adult ++
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Chapter 14
Review Replies- MasterAkira: Yep, at least Aizen still has Gin.
XoXgaaraXoX: Grimmjow will never get a hint. Or rather, he just doesn’t care =D
Kera-Izaki: I hope that this is enough StarkxIchigo to hold you over until the next chapter =)
Tiramisu: Thanks! Stark and Ichigo go great together, in my opinion.
Lynzee: Unfortunately Ichigo is still exploring his full potential, but we do get to see a little bit of his powers in here.
Nusku: Suddenly I have a craving for strawberries…luckily I just picked some wild ones off of my property!
ShadowofLight: If Grimmjow or Nnoitra tried to take Ichigo against his will now they would be in a whole lot of trouble.
AnimeAngelSister: Thanks! I was wondering if I should give him another world because the Vasto Lorde live in Hueco Mundo, but it makes sense that if some of the Shinigami go to serve their king, it would be the same for the hollows and their king.
Yakumo: No Stark Ichigo separation, I like my head right where it’s at D:
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 14
When Ichigo woke up, he felt different. He never realized how constrained he was before but now, with the seals lifted, he felt so light and free. Well, free except for the possessive arm wrapped around his waist. “Get off Stark, I want to get up.” Ichigo mumbled and elbowed the man spooned behind him.
“I am already up.” Stark growled into his ear and rocked his hips forward so that the orange haired arrancar could feel his erection.
“Pervert!” Ichigo turned in his grip and hit him in the chin with his fist. Surprisingly, Stark actually jerked a little at the action and rubbed his chin.
Ichigo blinked and glanced at his hand which was still raised in a fist. “Eh?”
“You’ve gotten stronger.” Stark commented, eyeing the now grinning King.
“Heh heh, good! Now I can finally beat you!” Ichigo lunged for Stark, but he was promptly caught and rolled onto his back where he was pinned. He gaped up at the first espada, who was grinning at him smugly. “Oi! What the hell!?”
“Just because you’ve gotten stronger doesn’t mean that you are stronger than me.” Stark commented, transferring his grip on Ichigo’s wrists to one hand. “Now, where were we…” He rolled his hips into Ichigo’s and smirked when the other shuddered and threw his head back. “Ah, yes.” He bent down for a kiss but Ichigo turned his head to the side.
“But I’m the King! I should be stronger than you!” Ichigo protested and wiggled in his grasp. Then he paused. “Doesn’t that make you my Fraccion? Oi, bastard, now you have to call me Ichigo-sama!”
“How shall I serve you, berry-sama?” Stark purred, not at all phased by Ichigo’s outburst. Instead he leaned down and licked a line down Ichigo’s neck. “Shall I feed you? Bathe you?” The hand that wasn’t pinning Ichigo’s wrists down ghosted across his own hakama, which was still draped over the other, and the shredded remains of his original clothing. “Undress you?”
“Ah!” Ichigo cried out when Stark’s mouth found his nipple. “W-wait, I am kind of hungry…”
“I have something you can eat.” He pulled away and was in the middle of undoing his hakama when a knock came from the door. “Tch.” He threw a blanket over Ichigo (because there was no way he was going to let any of them see more of Ichigo than they had already) and opened the door to glare at the Vasto Lorde that stood there. “What?”
The Vasto Lorde noted his ire with some amusement. “Forgive me for…interrupting, but we were concerned on how his majesty is doing, he went through quite a shock.”
“He’s fine.” Stark crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, barring entrance. The Vasto Lorde smirked.
“Do you know why we didn’t just take our King when we had the chance?” Stark stared, saying nothing. “We decided that you would be an adequate protector because of your desire to defend him. Aizen wanted us brought to him, yet you chose to protect Ichigo despite the fact that you were going against Aizen’s goal.”
“Why did Aizen send him if he wanted to keep Ichigo near him?”
“Most likely he was giving Ichigo to us as a ‘gift’ in exchange for our loyalty.”
“Hm.” Stark looked over his shoulder at Ichigo, who was staring at the two of them curiously. “Did you still want something to eat?” Ichigo nodded and Stark turned back to the Vasto Lorde. “Where’s the kitchen in this place?”
“Everything will be brought to his majesty, of course. Was there anything in particular the both of you would like?”
“Anything but liver and brussel sprouts.” Stark said with a grunt while Ichigo snickered.
“Clothes would be great.” Ichigo commented as he lifted his arms to examine what was left of his.
“There are garments in the wardrobe. However, if they are not to your liking, we can provide some more.”
“Ah.” Ichigo stood and padded over to the large wardrobe. The sheet that had been draped around him slipped to the floor, as did Stark’s kimono. For a moment, Stark stared at his body in appreciation before remembering the Vasto Lorde and glaring at him. The Vasto Lorde looked very amused at the response.
“What’s your name, by the way?” Ichigo asked as he looked through the clothes.
“I am called Hibiki Katashi. And I am your first guard-” At that point, Stark slammed the door in his face with a glare.
“If anything, I am your first guard.” Stark said with a snarl. Ichigo shrugged in disinterest and pulled out a plain blue kimono and hakama.
“At least these clothes aren’t too revealing.” Ichigo commented as he started to struggle out of his ruined clothes.
Stark was there in an instance, sliding his hands over the skin that was bared. “I thought I told you that I would undress you, berry-sama?”
“S-Stark!” Ichigo stuttered out and then moaned when Stark palmed his erection through the fabric. The arrancar’s cock throbbed at the sound of his voice spoken in such a way and growled lowly before tearing Ichigo’s clothes off and throwing him onto the bed. He pinned Ichigo against the mattress and kissed him hard as his hands skimmed down his sides and down to his legs to spread them apart. “Wait…” Ichigo groaned and shoved at his chest.
“You don’t want it?” Stark asked and stroked his hard-on.
“I do, but they’re going to be back soon…” Ichigo protested.
“It doesn’t matter, let them watch.”
“No way!” Ichigo shoved Stark hard and scrambled out from underneath him.
“Ichi…” Stark growled in warning and snatched at him, but the orange haired King dodged. “Hold still!”
“Nu-uh.” Ichigo shook his head and smirked playfully. “After I eat and explore this ‘castle’ or palace or whatever this is, we will spar. I want to know who is stronger.” Ichigo smirked and puffed out his chest, ignoring the fact that he was naked. “If you’re stronger than me, I will let you…uh…” He blushed slightly as he stuttered over the word.
“I get to screw you.”
Ichigo nodded, his face slightly red. “But if I win, you will have to be my Fraccion!”
“Shall I serve your body?” Stark asked, his lips slowly turning upward in a grin as his dick made itself known about how pleasurable it found the deal.
“Pervert!” Ichigo sent a pillow flying at Stark’s face and walked back over to the wardrobe to get dressed. Stark blatantly stared at his beautiful body (more specifically, his ass) and tried not to think about how much he wanted to be ravishing him right then and there.
But he patiently waited for Ichigo to get dressed and then eat. And then tour the castle. Or rather, not so patiently. The sooner they fought, the sooner Stark could get in between those long, creamy legs of his. But alas, he had to endure. He barely even noticed the different passages and rooms that Katashi showed them.
“Can we spar now?” Stark asked for what felt like the hundredth time. It was starting to irritate Ichigo to no end and now he sorely regretted ever making that ‘deal’ with him.
“Yes! Yes already! We can spar now!” Ichigo finally yelled. The brunette arrancar wasn’t angry at all by the snappy response, and instead smiled. Ichigo sighed in frustration and turned to the Vasto Lorde. “Is there a place we can spar?”
“There is.” They were lead to a large coliseum type area where, instead of raised seating, there were towering walls leaving only a narrow doorway for entering. “It seals off the majority of your reiatsu from escaping so you do not accidentally damage any of the surrounding area.”
“Can we fight now?” Stark asked.
“Yes Stark, we can fight now.”
They faced each other in the center of the ring and Katashi left (per Stark’s glaring request). “I’ll have you below me soon.” Stark said and openly leered at his orange haired lover.
“Like hell! You’re the one that’s going to be below me!” Stark’s grin slowly grew wider as Ichigo realized what he just said. “Not like that! I meant that you’ll serve me.”
Stark still said nothing and Ichigo grew more and more flustered. “I’m gonna kick your ass!” Ichigo snarled and drew his sword swiftly.
Stark dodged the swing smoothly. Ichigo may have more power now, but Stark was a seasoned fighter despite his laziness. The orange haired arrancar’s agitation worked against him- he was putting all of his energy into the moves and it was throwing him off balance when Stark easily moved out of reach.
“Fuck!” Ichigo cursed and glared at Stark.
The brunette smirked and caught his wrist in a tight grip and jerked Ichigo to him. The force behind the blow was enough to make Stark tighten the muscles in his arm, but not enough to faze him. “I’m going to slide my cock in between those perfect ass cheeks of yours and fuck you hard.” Stark whispered into his ear and licked the lobe. Ichigo shivered and shoved the other man away.
“Get serious!” Ichigo snapped. “Tensho Zangetsu!!!” Ichigo screamed. A dark streak flew at Stark. His eyes widened and he brought his arm up to block it. It shrieked against him as he forced back against it with his reiatsu. It parted on either side of him and cut into the fortified walls.
Stark raised an eyebrow at Ichigo and took in his panting form. As powerful as that move was, it seemed to take a lot out of the hollow King. Perhaps when he learned to build up his stamina he’d be able to fire off a few of them without being tired at all, but Ichigo still had a long way to go.
“Hm.” Stark moved out of the way as Ichigo came at him again and grabbed his arms, flipping him onto his back and sending his sword tumbling a few feet away.
“Bastard!” Ichigo hissed and struggled violently in his tight grasp. “You fucking asshole!”
“Don’t be mad.” Stark nuzzled Ichigo’s hair as he easily pinned the smaller body beneath his own.
“Asshole…” Ichigo quietly muttered again and fell still beneath him. “Don’t think I’m just going to let you have your way with me! You have to make sure that, uh…” Ichigo trailed off and turned his head to the side with a blush.
“I’ll try not to hurt you.” Stark cooed and kissed his cheek, then grunted with Ichigo kneed him in the stomach.
“Just make sure that I enjoy it, too.” Ichigo said with a scowl.
“Mm-hm.”
“Enjoying yourselves?” Both Stark and Ichigo turned to look at Katashi, who was grinning rather smugly at them.
“Yes, we are.” Stark said and deliberately kissed Ichigo’s throat. Ichigo glared at him and shoved him off before standing and walking over to pick up his sword.
“Speak for yourself.”
“He really is the best protector for you.” Katashi said to Ichigo lowly as he brushed past him. “There are many who will try to take his place as your mate, but he is strong enough to hold it.”
“I guess he’s okay.” Ichigo mumbled with a blush and then straightened up when Stark shoved his way in between them and latched an arm around his shoulder.
“Remember what you said.” Stark said into his ear. Ichigo nodded and began to chew on his lower lip. He did remember…but was he really ready for that?
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Yes, next chapter is the lemon *big grin* But it’s not over yet!
XoXgaaraXoX: Grimmjow will never get a hint. Or rather, he just doesn’t care =D
Kera-Izaki: I hope that this is enough StarkxIchigo to hold you over until the next chapter =)
Tiramisu: Thanks! Stark and Ichigo go great together, in my opinion.
Lynzee: Unfortunately Ichigo is still exploring his full potential, but we do get to see a little bit of his powers in here.
Nusku: Suddenly I have a craving for strawberries…luckily I just picked some wild ones off of my property!
ShadowofLight: If Grimmjow or Nnoitra tried to take Ichigo against his will now they would be in a whole lot of trouble.
AnimeAngelSister: Thanks! I was wondering if I should give him another world because the Vasto Lorde live in Hueco Mundo, but it makes sense that if some of the Shinigami go to serve their king, it would be the same for the hollows and their king.
Yakumo: No Stark Ichigo separation, I like my head right where it’s at D:
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thanks!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 14
When Ichigo woke up, he felt different. He never realized how constrained he was before but now, with the seals lifted, he felt so light and free. Well, free except for the possessive arm wrapped around his waist. “Get off Stark, I want to get up.” Ichigo mumbled and elbowed the man spooned behind him.
“I am already up.” Stark growled into his ear and rocked his hips forward so that the orange haired arrancar could feel his erection.
“Pervert!” Ichigo turned in his grip and hit him in the chin with his fist. Surprisingly, Stark actually jerked a little at the action and rubbed his chin.
Ichigo blinked and glanced at his hand which was still raised in a fist. “Eh?”
“You’ve gotten stronger.” Stark commented, eyeing the now grinning King.
“Heh heh, good! Now I can finally beat you!” Ichigo lunged for Stark, but he was promptly caught and rolled onto his back where he was pinned. He gaped up at the first espada, who was grinning at him smugly. “Oi! What the hell!?”
“Just because you’ve gotten stronger doesn’t mean that you are stronger than me.” Stark commented, transferring his grip on Ichigo’s wrists to one hand. “Now, where were we…” He rolled his hips into Ichigo’s and smirked when the other shuddered and threw his head back. “Ah, yes.” He bent down for a kiss but Ichigo turned his head to the side.
“But I’m the King! I should be stronger than you!” Ichigo protested and wiggled in his grasp. Then he paused. “Doesn’t that make you my Fraccion? Oi, bastard, now you have to call me Ichigo-sama!”
“How shall I serve you, berry-sama?” Stark purred, not at all phased by Ichigo’s outburst. Instead he leaned down and licked a line down Ichigo’s neck. “Shall I feed you? Bathe you?” The hand that wasn’t pinning Ichigo’s wrists down ghosted across his own hakama, which was still draped over the other, and the shredded remains of his original clothing. “Undress you?”
“Ah!” Ichigo cried out when Stark’s mouth found his nipple. “W-wait, I am kind of hungry…”
“I have something you can eat.” He pulled away and was in the middle of undoing his hakama when a knock came from the door. “Tch.” He threw a blanket over Ichigo (because there was no way he was going to let any of them see more of Ichigo than they had already) and opened the door to glare at the Vasto Lorde that stood there. “What?”
The Vasto Lorde noted his ire with some amusement. “Forgive me for…interrupting, but we were concerned on how his majesty is doing, he went through quite a shock.”
“He’s fine.” Stark crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, barring entrance. The Vasto Lorde smirked.
“Do you know why we didn’t just take our King when we had the chance?” Stark stared, saying nothing. “We decided that you would be an adequate protector because of your desire to defend him. Aizen wanted us brought to him, yet you chose to protect Ichigo despite the fact that you were going against Aizen’s goal.”
“Why did Aizen send him if he wanted to keep Ichigo near him?”
“Most likely he was giving Ichigo to us as a ‘gift’ in exchange for our loyalty.”
“Hm.” Stark looked over his shoulder at Ichigo, who was staring at the two of them curiously. “Did you still want something to eat?” Ichigo nodded and Stark turned back to the Vasto Lorde. “Where’s the kitchen in this place?”
“Everything will be brought to his majesty, of course. Was there anything in particular the both of you would like?”
“Anything but liver and brussel sprouts.” Stark said with a grunt while Ichigo snickered.
“Clothes would be great.” Ichigo commented as he lifted his arms to examine what was left of his.
“There are garments in the wardrobe. However, if they are not to your liking, we can provide some more.”
“Ah.” Ichigo stood and padded over to the large wardrobe. The sheet that had been draped around him slipped to the floor, as did Stark’s kimono. For a moment, Stark stared at his body in appreciation before remembering the Vasto Lorde and glaring at him. The Vasto Lorde looked very amused at the response.
“What’s your name, by the way?” Ichigo asked as he looked through the clothes.
“I am called Hibiki Katashi. And I am your first guard-” At that point, Stark slammed the door in his face with a glare.
“If anything, I am your first guard.” Stark said with a snarl. Ichigo shrugged in disinterest and pulled out a plain blue kimono and hakama.
“At least these clothes aren’t too revealing.” Ichigo commented as he started to struggle out of his ruined clothes.
Stark was there in an instance, sliding his hands over the skin that was bared. “I thought I told you that I would undress you, berry-sama?”
“S-Stark!” Ichigo stuttered out and then moaned when Stark palmed his erection through the fabric. The arrancar’s cock throbbed at the sound of his voice spoken in such a way and growled lowly before tearing Ichigo’s clothes off and throwing him onto the bed. He pinned Ichigo against the mattress and kissed him hard as his hands skimmed down his sides and down to his legs to spread them apart. “Wait…” Ichigo groaned and shoved at his chest.
“You don’t want it?” Stark asked and stroked his hard-on.
“I do, but they’re going to be back soon…” Ichigo protested.
“It doesn’t matter, let them watch.”
“No way!” Ichigo shoved Stark hard and scrambled out from underneath him.
“Ichi…” Stark growled in warning and snatched at him, but the orange haired King dodged. “Hold still!”
“Nu-uh.” Ichigo shook his head and smirked playfully. “After I eat and explore this ‘castle’ or palace or whatever this is, we will spar. I want to know who is stronger.” Ichigo smirked and puffed out his chest, ignoring the fact that he was naked. “If you’re stronger than me, I will let you…uh…” He blushed slightly as he stuttered over the word.
“I get to screw you.”
Ichigo nodded, his face slightly red. “But if I win, you will have to be my Fraccion!”
“Shall I serve your body?” Stark asked, his lips slowly turning upward in a grin as his dick made itself known about how pleasurable it found the deal.
“Pervert!” Ichigo sent a pillow flying at Stark’s face and walked back over to the wardrobe to get dressed. Stark blatantly stared at his beautiful body (more specifically, his ass) and tried not to think about how much he wanted to be ravishing him right then and there.
But he patiently waited for Ichigo to get dressed and then eat. And then tour the castle. Or rather, not so patiently. The sooner they fought, the sooner Stark could get in between those long, creamy legs of his. But alas, he had to endure. He barely even noticed the different passages and rooms that Katashi showed them.
“Can we spar now?” Stark asked for what felt like the hundredth time. It was starting to irritate Ichigo to no end and now he sorely regretted ever making that ‘deal’ with him.
“Yes! Yes already! We can spar now!” Ichigo finally yelled. The brunette arrancar wasn’t angry at all by the snappy response, and instead smiled. Ichigo sighed in frustration and turned to the Vasto Lorde. “Is there a place we can spar?”
“There is.” They were lead to a large coliseum type area where, instead of raised seating, there were towering walls leaving only a narrow doorway for entering. “It seals off the majority of your reiatsu from escaping so you do not accidentally damage any of the surrounding area.”
“Can we fight now?” Stark asked.
“Yes Stark, we can fight now.”
They faced each other in the center of the ring and Katashi left (per Stark’s glaring request). “I’ll have you below me soon.” Stark said and openly leered at his orange haired lover.
“Like hell! You’re the one that’s going to be below me!” Stark’s grin slowly grew wider as Ichigo realized what he just said. “Not like that! I meant that you’ll serve me.”
Stark still said nothing and Ichigo grew more and more flustered. “I’m gonna kick your ass!” Ichigo snarled and drew his sword swiftly.
Stark dodged the swing smoothly. Ichigo may have more power now, but Stark was a seasoned fighter despite his laziness. The orange haired arrancar’s agitation worked against him- he was putting all of his energy into the moves and it was throwing him off balance when Stark easily moved out of reach.
“Fuck!” Ichigo cursed and glared at Stark.
The brunette smirked and caught his wrist in a tight grip and jerked Ichigo to him. The force behind the blow was enough to make Stark tighten the muscles in his arm, but not enough to faze him. “I’m going to slide my cock in between those perfect ass cheeks of yours and fuck you hard.” Stark whispered into his ear and licked the lobe. Ichigo shivered and shoved the other man away.
“Get serious!” Ichigo snapped. “Tensho Zangetsu!!!” Ichigo screamed. A dark streak flew at Stark. His eyes widened and he brought his arm up to block it. It shrieked against him as he forced back against it with his reiatsu. It parted on either side of him and cut into the fortified walls.
Stark raised an eyebrow at Ichigo and took in his panting form. As powerful as that move was, it seemed to take a lot out of the hollow King. Perhaps when he learned to build up his stamina he’d be able to fire off a few of them without being tired at all, but Ichigo still had a long way to go.
“Hm.” Stark moved out of the way as Ichigo came at him again and grabbed his arms, flipping him onto his back and sending his sword tumbling a few feet away.
“Bastard!” Ichigo hissed and struggled violently in his tight grasp. “You fucking asshole!”
“Don’t be mad.” Stark nuzzled Ichigo’s hair as he easily pinned the smaller body beneath his own.
“Asshole…” Ichigo quietly muttered again and fell still beneath him. “Don’t think I’m just going to let you have your way with me! You have to make sure that, uh…” Ichigo trailed off and turned his head to the side with a blush.
“I’ll try not to hurt you.” Stark cooed and kissed his cheek, then grunted with Ichigo kneed him in the stomach.
“Just make sure that I enjoy it, too.” Ichigo said with a scowl.
“Mm-hm.”
“Enjoying yourselves?” Both Stark and Ichigo turned to look at Katashi, who was grinning rather smugly at them.
“Yes, we are.” Stark said and deliberately kissed Ichigo’s throat. Ichigo glared at him and shoved him off before standing and walking over to pick up his sword.
“Speak for yourself.”
“He really is the best protector for you.” Katashi said to Ichigo lowly as he brushed past him. “There are many who will try to take his place as your mate, but he is strong enough to hold it.”
“I guess he’s okay.” Ichigo mumbled with a blush and then straightened up when Stark shoved his way in between them and latched an arm around his shoulder.
“Remember what you said.” Stark said into his ear. Ichigo nodded and began to chew on his lower lip. He did remember…but was he really ready for that?
LINE
Yes, next chapter is the lemon *big grin* But it’s not over yet!