Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Stark x Ichigo

Summary: AU Vampire! Stark is sleeping in an abandoned house when Ichigo comes inside on a dare.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, sex, lemon, blood play (just biting), rimming- I seem to be writing this a lot lately, I have no idea why.

18 If I Was Your Vampire 01

Ichigo scowled and stared up at the looming mansion. Damn, this really wasn’t his thing. Dares and shit like that. But his manhood was on the line so he would go through with it. All he had to do was to go into the ‘haunted’ house and retrieve something from one of the rooms to prove that he had been there.

He wasn’t afraid of the haunted house. But he was a little wary of walking up to the relatively secluded mansion in the dark where thugs could jump out at him. It wasn’t that he was paranoid, it had actually happened a few times to him already. With an aggravated scowl, he lifted his foot and put it on the decaying front porch, wondering if it was going to hold his weight. It gave a protesting creak, but otherwise seemed sturdy enough, so Ichigo moved on.

He tried opening the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. Stepping back, he glanced around and saw a broken in window that was only partially boarded over. With a solid kick, he knocked the boards away and then stepped inside. The smell of something ancient and musky rose to his nose but he brushed it off and looked around the abandoned house. Old furniture was covered in dusty sheets that were skewed slightly from stray wind creeping into the house.

Despite himself, Ichigo felt drawn to explore the house, interested in what he may find.

In the basement, a vampire grudgingly opened his eyes. He was sleeping; one of his favorite activities, but something had woken him. Listening for a second, he easily made out the soft sliding of feet on the floor above his head. Ah, well at least he didn’t have to expend energy trying to find food, instead it found him.

Sitting up from his crate, Stark stretched his hands above his head and stood up out of the rich dirt. Moving quickly before his prey decided to leave the premises, Stark shifted into smoke and moved up through the floor boards, filtering through the house until he found what he was looking for. Materializing into his solid form, Stark cocked his head to the side and took the chance to study his prey.

Bright orange hair, average height, creamy skin…not to mention a great ass. Stark stepped forward silently, careful to not signal his presence to his prey. The boy paused mid step, his entire body freezing. Did he sense Stark? It didn’t matter because in an instant Stark was behind him, wrapping an arm around the boy’s smaller torso and pinning his arms there while his free hand came up to cover the boy’s mouth.

Ichigo let out a muffled scream, squirming frantically in the steel grip as he tried to get free. Whoever it was that was holding him was obviously male, and much larger than himself. It couldn’t be any of his friends doing it because Chad was the only one comparable in size, and he wouldn’t do such a thing. That meant it was a stranger, which didn’t help Ichigo’s prediction at all.

“Sh…calm down, beautiful mortal.” An oddly enticing voice whispered into his ear.

Ichigo’s POV

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down!” I screamed, or would have screamed if my mouth wasn’t being muffled by his large hand still.

“If I let you go, do you promise not to scream?” I nodded my head, eager to be released so I could kick this guy’s ass. “Very well.”

As soon as he let go a twisted my body to deliver a round-house kick, but it was caught by his strong hands and I was face to face with the man who had grabbed me. He had dark, wavy hair that fell just below his chin and grey eyes that seemed to burn into my soul. He was over a head taller than me and much broader, and was also wearing the most ridiculous outfit I had ever seen. Even with my calf and thigh held firmly in his grasp, I couldn’t help but sweat drop.

He wore all black. Black jeans, black shirt, black…cloak. That was the ridiculous part. He looked like he was dressing up like a vampire for Halloween. “That…wasn’t very nice.” When his lips parted I saw his teeth were even sharp and pointy like a vampires. I couldn’t help the chuckle that welled within me.

“He he, what are you supposed to be?” I tried to jerk my foot out of his grasp as his brow furrowed.

“What am I supposed to be?” He repeated my question back to me.

“This is some kind of joke isn’t it?”

Once again, I tried to pull my leg back and was getting increasingly flummoxed at this guy’s strength, I couldn’t even move in his grasp!

“Not a joke.” Then he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up, slamming me against the wall, making dusk rain down on us from the ceiling. I coughed and kicked my legs out, trying to find the ground but not gaining any purchase. “Don’t struggle, mortal.”

“Stop calling me that!” I snapped.

“What should I call you?” He leaned forward- way into my personal space- and actually sniffed my neck, nudging my throat with his nose. Okay, creepy factor anyone!

“My name is Ichigo, asshole!” I snapped, horrified to find myself responding to his close proximity.

“Ichigo.” He whispered my name seductively and I found myself gasping for breath as he nuzzled my hair a little and then returned to my neck.

“I-I didn’t catch your name.” I stuttered out, shaking a little.

“You may call me Stark.” He darted his tongue out and tasted my skin, making me moan in pleasure.

“What are you?” I whispered out, clenching my fingers in his shirt as he licked my neck again.

“You are a smart mortal.” He chuckled and a sharp tooth found my ear, nipping sharply before retreating. He licked at the blood I knew was flowing there and hummed in contentment before placing a kiss to my cheek, and finally to my mouth.

I could taste my own blood on his lips, and something else that I couldn’t quite identify. His sharp teeth pressed carefully against my lips, coaxing my mouth wider so he could plunder it with his tongue. He pulled away, seeming rather amused as he took in my gasping and trembling form.

“I am a vampire.”

“Of course you are.” I mumbled to myself, flinching as sharp teeth nipped at my neck in retribution, not quite breaking the skin.

“You please me.” Oh gods, his voice along sent shivers through me, so quiet and calm, yet at the same time dangerous. His body pressed even closer to mine and I felt his hard erection through both of our clothes. “As a gift, I will allow you to become my blood donor in exchange for the lives of your family.”

My mind shuddered to a halt. “Wait, what?”

“Usually I would kill my victim, and then their family. But I wouldn’t want someone with as delicious blood as you die.” He licked my ear again and I winced. “So in exchange for you coming here and continuing to feed me, I will allow you and your family to live.”

“Oh.” It felt like he was speaking the truth, but I am neither naïve of gullible. “How do I know you are even really a vampire?”

He smirked and fear coiled in my stomach. And then I couldn’t feel the wall behind me and I was moving, the world rushing around me without me seeing it. With an oomph I landed on my back, bouncing slightly on the bed as Stark pinned me down with his body between my spread legs.

“Are you convinced?” I nodded my eyes not leaving his handsome face. “Do you accept the deal?” I swallowed before nodding again.

“Mm, my delicious pomme de sang.” He leaned over me, his hands trailing up to my neck before tilting my head to the side. “I have never had one before. You must tell me when I am taking too much blood.” His hot breath washed over my neck and I could do nothing but make a gurgling noise as fear and anticipation crept over me. “Relax my beauty.” He licked my neck gently first, then sucked on it slightly. The noise of it rising to my ears made me blush hotly, but that was soon forgotten when his teeth pierced my flesh.

At first it was just a burning pinch, and then icy-hot pain speared through me. I whimpered and reached up to grab his shoulders, digging my nails in the fabric as I fought to breath. His hands came up and gently grabbed a hold of my own before pressing them against the dusky bed and keeping them there. I arched my back up against him as he started sucking, crying out as the movement jarred his fangs against my neck.

He shifted in his position between my legs and I could feel his hardness pressed against me. My own was squashed painfully between our bodies, seeming to throb every time he took a hard suck. I was feeling slightly woozy now, and a little bit nauseous.

“Stark.” I muttered, trying to move my hands from underneath his own. “Stark, you gotta stop.” He growled and pressed even harder against me, making me cry out in pain. “Stark!” I screamed in panic. He jerked away from me and I got a clear view of his face. His eyes were completely black except for his irises which were gold. Blood, my blood, trickled out of the corner of his mouth before he licked them clean. Fear overtook me and I couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything except stare as he leaned back down to my neck and started cleaning the wound with his tongue.

When he lifted his head again his eyes were back to normal and I sighed in relief. His hands also relaxed their grip and I lifted them to rub at my wrists. He continued to gaze down at me, rocking his hips forward and making me blush.

“Is…is that normal?” I asked in curiosity.

“Is what?” Was he always this…maddening?

“That!” I gestured down at his hard on.

“For me? No.”

“Oh.” I looked away, turning red as he chuckled.

“You are beautiful.” He mused, almost seeming to say it more to himself more than me. “Want to see another vampire trick?” He asked, leaning down close to me.

“What-

I didn’t even see it, didn’t even feel it, but there I was, naked underneath his own equally naked body. Although this probably wasn’t an appropriate time to be comparing my body to another male’s, especially a vampire, I felt a little bit inadequate. He was broader than me with hard, defined muscles that weren’t bulky, but rather proportionate to his tall height. Before I got a chance to voice my opinion he was kissing me. The irony taste of my own blood made me want to pull away, but he was such a good kisser… I paused in my thoughts for a second as I felt something odd. Blinking as I tried to place it, I let out a shriek as the fingers that were previously searching for my entrance shoved inside of me.

“Ow! What the hell?” I tried to move my hips away from them but he didn’t allow me to. “Stop it! That hurts!”

“Hm? No.” That was his only response as he spread them apart and jabbed them in deeper.

“Ah!” I clutched at his arms futilely and felt tears rise to my eyes. It hurts…it hurts…it… “Ngh!” He pressed against something inside of me that made my toes curl in pleasure. He removed them and I practically whined in despair before something much larger pressed against me.

“Wait, wait Stark!” I shouted and shoved at his chest. Luckily he did as I asked, although he didn’t look particularly happy about it.

“What?”

“You gotta use something to ease the way or you’re going to rip me apart!”

He frowned at me for a second and I was worried that he was going to continue anyways. But then he pulled away and lifted his palm to his mouth, biting there until blood gushed out. I wrinkled my nose and watched as he lubed himself up with his own blood and the cuts healed over before he moved back to me once more.

“Better?”

I nodded and let him lift my legs up over his shoulder and guide the head of his erection to my hole. I tried not to tense, but it was hard when something so big was forcing its way inside of me.

“Ah!”

“Does it hurt?” His warm breath washed over my ear as he asked me with a hint of curiosity.

“N-no…” I bit my lip hard as he continued to sink into me.

“You’re a bad liar.”

“I’m not lying.” I denied, trying hard not to hiss in pain as his thick girth split me open.

“No?” He sucked on my earlobe and ran his hands over my ribs.

“No…” I didn’t want him to know how much pain he really was causing me, my pride got in the way.

“Then you won’t mind if I pick up the pace.” He slammed himself in the rest of the way and I screamed, clawing at his chest. “I thought it didn’t hurt.” His voice was laced with amusement, but he stilled inside of me to allow me to adjust. His hands continued to stroke my sides and I felt it oddly soothing, a nice distraction from the tearing pain within me.

“Stark…” I whimpered his name. “It…it does hurt.”

“Hm? What hurts?” He teased, his mouth moving over my neck with light nips. His slightly rough chin scraped against my sensitive flesh and I couldn’t withhold a gasp.

“What do you think hurts, idiot?” I grumbled, squirming to try and find a position that was comfortable.

“You have to tell me if you want me to make it better.”

I keened as he rocked his hips, not pulling out, just shifting inside of me. “My…my…”

“Yes?”

“Shit, you’re ripping me open you bastard!” I yelled out, then yelped as he withdrew from my body and thrust back in. “Agh! I thought you said you were going to make it better!?” I clutched his broad shoulders in despair, wincing as the penetration rubbed against the raw, tender flesh inside of me.

“I will.”

“It still hurts!” I yelled, gasping for breath as he pistoned in and out of me fluidly.

“Have patience.”

“Bastard, I’d like to see you have patience when you’re being fucked so violently!” I spat at him, flinching as his sharp canines found my neck and dug in slightly, but not piercing.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Stark hit that thing inside of me again. I knew from my health class- and conversations with my father that I have blocked from my memory- that it was my prostate, but never did I think it could give me this much pleasure. The world seemed to dissolve around me as the handsome vampire chuckled against my neck and slammed into me again, forcing a pleasured cry from my lips.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his hard body closer. “Oh god, keep hitting it!”

“God is not in this room right now.” The vampire cooed into my ear and pressed a kiss there. “Nor is God inside of you like I am.” I didn’t know what the hell Stark’s thing was with God, but I really didn’t care except that it made him pick up the pace even more. He was shoving into me so hard now that my skin stung from where our flesh was slapping together.

He must have been using vampiric strength and agility because the speed in which he was moving in and out of me was too fast for me to even know when he was in me and when he was out of me. I would have thought he wasn’t moving at all if it wasn’t for the fiery burning sensation in my rectum and my head being slammed against the wall. It was hurting so bad now the pleasure couldn’t even take the edge off, and I was at my limit for my pain threshold. But it was only when he thrust into me so strongly and I actually felt my hip bones creak in protest that I gave a cry of agony and let out a painful sob.

The vampire stilled inside of me and lifted his head from my neck to look at my face. I flinched as he held up his hand to my face and brushed my tears with his thumb, a look of utter confusion on his face. “Ichigo…” He leaned down and kissed me. Even in my hurt state, I relaxed into the shockingly sweet kiss. His tongue lapped at my mouth and explored languidly.

I gave a pained moan as he pulled out of me, still fully erect. His mouth separated from mine and I took the opportunity to look at him, his grey eyes staring at me without blinking as his thumbs rested on my hips and rubbed their gently. He didn’t break his gaze even as he let my legs slip from his shoulders and he spread my cheeks apart. He glanced away to eye my entrance, a frown forming on his face at whatever he saw.

“My poor, little human.” He said, and I couldn’t help but feel a little patronized, even though I knew he didn’t mean it that way. “Was I too rough?”

I didn’t answer and he wasn’t expecting one. Instead I took the time given to catch my breath and try to get my body to relax. I didn’t realize he was lowering his head until I felt something warm and wet lap at my entrance, making me yelp.

“Ah! What are you doing!?”

He lifted his head to look at me and I saw blood smeared across his mouth and chin. I gulped and looked away, trying not to wonder how much of that was mine and how much of it was his from earlier. He thankfully returned to his task and I was treated to absolute pleasure as the strong muscle nudged into me as he also started rubbing my re-awakened erection.

“Stark!” I cried out his name, grabbing a handful of his thick, wavy hair. “Oh please, Stark!”

He pulled away and gave a sharp nip to the skin over my femoral artery. “Since you asked nicely.” Rational thought escaped me as he continued, giving me pleasure I had never even dreamed of. When he pulled away yet again I actually cried in disappointment, I was so close!

When he moved in between my legs again, his penis still throbbing and erect, I shuddered in fear and turned my head to the side with my eyes tightly shut.

“Don’t be like that.” He shifted against me, his cock rubbing against mine. “I won’t penetrate you again tonight.”

“Oh.” I whispered, feeling slightly guilty over my fear for some reason. “Tonight?”

“There will be other times, ma pomme de sang.” I didn’t know what the words meant, but the way he purred them sent spikes of pleasure through me.

He was a lot bigger than myself, but we found a nice rhythm as we rocked against each other. Trusting that he wasn’t going to push inside of me again, I wrapped my legs around his back and lifted my hips to meet his motion. It felt so good…I knew I wasn’t going to last. Sure enough, all it took was his hand cupping the back of my head and a deep, passionate kiss before I shuddered, twitching and giving a stifled cry as I came.

He growled deep in the back of his throat, a sound so absolutely predatory that I had to fight my instinct to flee. I wasn’t a coward. So instead I reached down in between our bodies and jerked him off. I could tell he was pleased by the way his chest rumbled and his hands clenched at the sheets on either side of my body. His come spilled over my hand and I furrowed my brow in surprise with how much there was.

I wanted to wipe it on the sheets, but something urged me not to. Instead I lifted my hand to my mouth and flicked my tongue out curiously. It was slightly bitter and not something I would normally enjoy tasting, but… I eagerly cleaned my hand of the white fluid, taking note of the way Stark watched me closely. Why did it feel like I couldn’t get enough of it?

Heat filled me and the slight shakiness that I had before from blood loss completely disappeared. The details of the room sharpened even in the dark and I felt euphoric. The pain was still there and agonizing, but it felt like it mattered less now. I had only tried pot once, but the only way I could describe what I was feeling was kind of how I felt then. I felt high.

I looked at Stark with a furrowed brow, searching his eyes for answers.

“Better?” I nodded hesitantly. “Good, it would have been bad if it had killed you.”

“Huh?” I was so confused.

“If you weren’t compatible than that would have killed you.”

I scowled at him, but couldn’t find the energy to be too angry. “You might have mentioned that before.”

“I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were perfect for me.” He said seriously and stroked my hair. I sighed in pleasure and let my head fall against his hand. “It is something meant to restore a vampire’s pomme de sang.” He explained. “It will help repair some of the damage, and also makes them something more than human.” It felt good to be held in his arms, natural, but something nagged at me.

“I’m not going to become a vampire, am I?”

“No, you are no longer simply a mortal, but not a vampire.”

“Good.” I muttered, scooting closer to his body and wincing as it jarred my pain. “Will I always have to drink your… semen after you bite me?”

“No, a little bit of my blood will suffice.” His arms wrapped around me protectively and I was lifted into the air. He did that fast moving thing again and then we were in what I assumed to be the basement. “Forgive me for the sleeping arrangements, but sunlight is too bothersome for me.”

I frowned as I realized he was stepping into a crate of dirt. “I don’t think-

“You worry too much.” He eased me down into the rich soil and I was surprised to find it was warm and felt nice against my skin, almost like silk.

“I have to go home.” I protested despite my desire to stay.

“Make your excuses to your family in the morning. I want you near me.” He said and he looked at me with what seemed like a loving expression, but I brushed that off as ridiculous. I was just food and a bed warmer to this guy. “Other arrangements can be made later.”

“…Fine.” He slid into the dirt beside me as well, scooping it up so an inch or so layer covered us.

It was quiet for a few minutes and I thought he had fallen asleep, but his honey laced voice broke the silence. “I have never had sex with a human before. I will put in my best effort next time to not permanently damage you.” The words were spoken almost clinically, but I caught the slightly hesitant tone and allowed myself a content smile.

It wasn’t so bad having your own vampire.

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Ma pomme de sang is French for my blood apple, it’s a concept that I originally read about in relation to vampires in a novel by Laurell K Hamilton. I kind of changed it a little to suit this story though.

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