Death and the Strawberry

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Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 16

Ichigo sighed as his feet met the white sand that was Hueco Mundo. He didn’t know how much better the other realm was until he had to return to this place. He placed his hands on his hips and glared at the black tear in between the worlds still gaping and shimmering behind him. A moment later Stark stepped through, yawning and scratching his head.

“Why did we have to come here again?”

“Because I need to get my mother. But if you want to leave me at the mercy of the other espada, the other male espada, you are welcome to leave.” Ichigo glared at Stark, who was now looking a bit sulky.

“Like hell I am.”

“Are you sure? Katashi would be more than happy to accompany me instead.”

This time it was Stark who glared, and then jerked Ichigo to his body before sealing their mouths together. Ichigo didn’t fight it, he knew better. Instead, he gave into it and even surged up against the espada, who was now looking rather smug and satisfied.

“Is that a no?” Ichigo asked with a smirk and then got a sharp slap on his ass for his trouble.

“Let’s go before I decide to fuck you right here.”

“Tch.” Instead of sonido’ing across the desert like they had before, Ichigo focused on his powers and opened a portal directly into Las Noches. This was his realm, and he would travel in it as he wished. He stepped out of the portal and into his mother’s room with Stark right behind him. Masaki was sitting there with her hands clasped on her lap, as though she was waiting for him. Mother’s intuition. She didn’t look surprised at all by his appearance and, instead, raced to hug him, squishing his face against her shoulder. Ichigo gave a few muffled curses as he tried to escape for air, but she didn’t let go and Stark found it too amusing to help. Finally, he managed to push her away with a gasp for breath.

“It’s nice to see you too, mum.”

“Oh Ichigo, I was wondering when you were going to come.”

“I just wanted to make sure I had my feet on the ground before I came back.”

All three of them turned to the door as they felt Aizen’s impressive reiatsu drawing nearer; obviously he had sensed their reiatsu. “Tch.” Ichigo rolled his shoulders in irritation and scratched the back of the head. “I don’t want to do this now, but I guess we have to sooner or later.”

Ichigo wouldn’t describe the way Aizen walked into the room as ‘storming’, but the almost pouting expression on the Shinigami’s face was rather amusing. “Ichigo, you have returned to join us?”

“I’m afraid not.” The King tilted his head to the side and smiled.

“Then why are you back? These arrancar are mine.”

“None of the hollows, arrancar or otherwise, belong to you. They are free to come and go as they wish.”

Aizen narrowed his eyes at that proclamation. “Yes, that is true. In fact, why don’t we give them that choice? They can either join you, or stay with me and reap the rewards for their loyalty.”

“What a good idea.” Ichigo grinned at Aizen and raised his hand to swipe across his masked crown. On either side of it, horns jutted out and curved upward. His clothes, which were done in just a simple white, turned dark purple and tightened around him to emphasize his lithe muscles. “Why don’t we give them that choice now?”

“Perfect.” Aizen’s lips curled into a mockery of a smile and he stepped from the doorway, gesturing for Ichigo to go through. Ichigo did so with a smile, tilting his pointed nose in the air and sweeping through majestically, with Stark on his heals and Masaki right after him.

Stark knew he should be paying attention to his surroundings, but they were so boring compared to that perfect ass that the brunette couldn’t seem to get enough of right in front of him.

Ichigo turned around and glared at him, making the ex-espada sigh and look away from the delectable sight. There was time for that when they got back. The espada were already gathered in the hall, probably from sensing the familiar, but unfamiliar, reiatsu returning to them. Grimmjow and Nnoitra had the most notable reactions as they gaped openly at their King and didn’t even bother to hide their appreciation for him. Ichigo ignored them, however, which made Stark rather smug. He was the mate of the King, after all, no one else.

“I am glad that you are all here.” Aizen spoke clearly and loudly, his voice enticing everyone to listen to him. “As you can see, Ichigo has returned.” Nobody spoke. Everyone knew what he was now, and they could feel the power humming through him, beckoning the hollows like a ship to a light house. “Everyone has a choice. You may stay here and join me in my fight to get out from underneath the oppression of the Shinigami.” The espada shifted slightly and frowned.

Ichigo snorted and all eyes turned to him. “Oppression? More like slaughter. If it weren’t for the Shinigami, than the food source would be even scarcer because there would be more hollows to feed. If you did end up killing the Shinigami King, then it wouldn’t just be the Shinigami suffering, it would destroy everything. That’s what happens when you tip the balance.”

Aizen’s problem was that he relied heavily on charm and power to get his way. But the hollows wanted to follow Ichigo by instinct. It would take a lot more than pretty words to convince hollows that sticking your hand into fire was a good thing.

Ichigo swiftly opened a portal back to his realm and turned back to them. “Decide what you will. For those interested, I will send a,” His lip curled slightly, “Representative to deem your trustworthiness. For those who feel loyalty to Aizen is the best thing, I should warn you that I intend to form my own guardsmen who will watch Hueco Mundo and anyone attempting to take my place as King will be dealt with.” Ichigo’s eyes lingered on Aizen and the other two Shinigami. He didn’t wait to see what Aizen or the other arrancar and espada’s reactions would be.

Masaki and Stark followed behind him as Ichigo’s abrupt departure sent everyone into chaos. Ulquiorra seemed to be one of the only espada who refused to agree with any point that wasn’t Aizen-sama, while Grimmjow and Nnoitra were aggravated about Stark’s closeness with Ichigo.

In the King’s realm, Ichigo was attempting to bat off Stark long enough to settle his mother in. Masaki seemed more amused than insulted at Stark’s continuous attempts to drag Ichigo off. While the orange haired arrancar was busy talking to a Vasto Lorde about how his mother should be treated, she turned to Stark. “If you hurt my son, I will hurt you in ways that will make it so you will never be able to have sex with him again.”

Stark stared. Masaki smiled. Ichigo came back into the conversation, sending Stark a confused glance. “Anyway, mum, you will be staying in another wing from us but you will be very well taken care of and…” Ichigo continued on while Stark contemplated smacking his ass, but dared not to in front of the surprisingly scary mother.

The brunette espada couldn’t help but feel jealous with how easily Ichigo spoke with his mother and how much he obviously loved her. He only managed to get Ichigo after a lot of frustration, as well as kicking and screaming, and yet now here Ichigo was, smiling at his mother, as they talked about the castle. If Masaki wasn’t his beloved’s mother, he would have killed her long ago. But since she was his mother, Stark couldn’t help but like her a little as well. Stark could see where Ichigo got his balls.

Stark yawned loudly and Ichigo halted mid sentence. “Hm. Perhaps I should let you settle in. Will you be alright, mum?”

“I’ll be fine. Remember what I said Stark.”

Stark grumbled under his breath as she took her leave. “What did she say to you?”

“Nothing any descent man would care to repeat.”

Ichigo eyes him and then smirked. “I have ways of making you talk.” Without the care that they were still in the middle of the halls, Ichigo reached over and cupped Stark’s dick through his pants and smirked as the brunette twitched. “Still nothing?”

“No man would say what she said.” Stark said through gritted teeth and then groaned when Ichigo gave him a little bit more attention.

“Did she threaten you?” Ichigo asked and leaned up on the tips of his toes to suck on Stark’s neck. Stark groaned and bucked his hips while Ichigo smirked. “Am I right?”

“Yes…” Stark hissed and grabbed Ichigo’s hand, forcing it to press harder against his erection.

“What did she threaten you with that a man wouldn’t dare to repeat?” Ichigo mused, more to himself than Stark as he slipped his hand inside of the arrancar’s pants to grab his leaking cock. “Could it be that she threatened to castrate you?” He emphasized his words with a jerk of his occupied hand, making Stark curse. “Well?”

Stark opened his heavily lidded eyes and glared at Ichigo, feeling the teasing had gone on long enough. With that, he grabbed his mate and sonido-ed to their room before throwing Ichigo onto the bed. “Don’t worry Stark, I’ll protect you from my big-bad-mother.” The grinning nymph said.

The brunette’s eye twitched and he launched himself at Ichigo, ripping his dark purple clothes off and sinking his teeth into Ichigo’s neck. The king cried out and arched his back while his hands desperately scrambled for Stark’s shoulders. He made quick work of preparing his lover and didn’t hesitate to press Ichigo’s legs apart and sink into his tight entrance.

Ichigo gritted his teeth and threw his head back. The hasty entry made it a bit painful despite his experience and the familiar routine that told him to relax his muscles. Stark kissed him hungrily and gave him only a moment to adjust before he began to piston in and out of the body below him with brute force. The king gasped when his prostate was continuously assaulted, and whined when Stark gripped the base of his penis tightly to keep him from coming.

“Stark!” Ichigo complained and reached up to tug on his brown hair. “Let me come.”

“After you say it.”

“Please! You know it makes me…” Ichigo trailed off with red tinting his cheeks.

“I know, and that’s why I want you to say it.” Stark chuckled and then winced when Ichigo yanked harder at his hair.

“You say it first.”

Stark grinned broadly and bent over to whisper in Ichigo’s ear as he bent him nearly in half. “I love you.”

The orange haired arrancar whimpered and twisted his hips upward for more contact. “Oh god, Stark! Please, I love you!”

“Good boy.” Stark chewed on his ear lobe and pumped him rapidly until the king screamed, his entire body spasming as he came. Stark followed a moment afterwards and remembered not to fall onto Ichigo (he had to sleep in another room for an entire day the last time he did that) and then pulled out. Ichigo winced, making Stark smirk as he eyed the entrance leaking semen and just a hint of pink. “Was I too rough on you?”

“I liked it.” Ichigo murmured and curled into his lover. “If mum ever did what she said she was going to do, it would be just as much punishment to me.”

Stark laughed, but mentally winced at the thought of that. Ouch. That really would be the worst.

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This is one of my longer chapters, probably because this story is nearing toward the end, alas.