Everlasting Spiral

Review Replies- Yakumo: Starrk seems like the type of guy who would generate a lot of heat =D
ShadowofLight: I would love for you to do a mini-comic, please give me the link when you get finished!
MasterAkira: Lilinette is such an alpha bitch =D I love her.
Shinjichiro: Starrk sounds like such a pedophile, but we love him anyways.

Beta’d by Warrior Nun- thank ya!

Everlasting Spiral: Chapter 3

Starrk wasn’t too bad once you got to know him, Ichigo decided as he sat in Starrk’s room. Other than being an arrancar on the opposite side of the war from Ichigo. Ichigo had to remind himself of this fact many times as they talked. It didn’t help that Starrk was so shy he didn’t seem like an eater of souls. Ichigo suspected that any of his aggressive nature was transferred to Lilinette who had more than enough to go around.

Although Starrk did have a few peculiar things he was rather forward about. Many times Ichigo would catch him staring and Starrk only looked abashed if he knew Ichigo caught him. But Starrk was growing more and more confident to be around him, which meant that his attraction to Ichigo was also becoming more apparent.

He didn’t act crudely like some of the other arrancar, but he was oddly very cuddly and touchy feely. He enjoyed running his hands up and down Ichigo’s arms. At least he kept his hands above the waist, unlike Grimmjow who seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with his ass.

But at the moment Ichigo was partially pinned underneath Starrk, who fell asleep on his shoulder and was slowly yet steadily leaning him down underneath the couch. Every time Ichigo tried to squirms away Starrk growled, a deep throaty sound that made Ichigo shivered and still. It seemed to go straight to his groin, and Ichigo was desperate for Starrk not to notice lest he take advantage of it.

He didn’t. Before he even could, Nnoitra came banging on the door and yelling at him to let his pet go. Starrk jerked away and yawned loudly as Ichigo scooted away and stood up. Luckily Nnoitra’s voice had the effect of making his erection go away so he wasn’t caught in an embarrassment predicament by Starrk.

“Go away, Jiruga.” Starrk said crankily and promptly rolled Ichigo underneath him on the couch, burying his face into Ichigo’s shoulder.

“Get off already!” Ichigo snapped and tried to move away before Starrk gave him an erection again.

“I hear him in there, that’s my pet!” Nnoitra yelled through the door.

“I’m not your pet!” Ichigo yelled and tried to shove Starrk off of him. Starrk eased off of him and patted him on the head before walking to the door where Nnoitra was cursing and yelling.

He opened it and Nnoitra immediately tried to come in, but Starrk planted his hand on the door frame and blocked him.

“Ichigo is my pet now.” Starrk drawled. Ichigo was a little miffed that he was still being treated as a pet, but he wasn’t going to complain if it got him away from Nnoitra.

“Aizen gave him to me.” Nnoitra growled and moved his hand to his weapon as he gazed at Starrk calculatingly. “That means he’s mine.”

Starrk didn’t move, but the air shifted as he raised his reiatsu. Nnoitra clenched his jaw and tried to remain standing, but Starrk was in no mood for defiance. Ichigo was already sprawled on the couch, feeling like he had been punched in the stomach and was having hard time breathing even as Starrk raised his reiatsu even higher.

Nnoitra fell to his knees, panting and glaring at Starrk with hate. Starrk slammed the door shut in his face and looked over at Ichigo who was also breathing heavily. For a moment Starrk was tempted to keep his reiatsu up just to see Ichigo like that, looking so delicious, but decided against. He eased up and Ichigo let out a groan of relief before sitting up to scowl at Starrk.

“You’re an asshole.” Ichigo hissed and stood up on shaky legs before heading to the door. Starrk grabbed his arm and yanked him into a hug. Ichigo stiffened and his first reaction was to push Starrk away, but then he realized that Starrk wasn’t groping him or grinding against him, but was embracing him lovingly and stroking his back.

“What are you doing?” Ichigo asked, his face muffled by Starrk’s chest.

“Whenever you scowl, it makes me want to hold you.” Starrk said and leaned down to nuzzle the top of Ichigo’s head. “I promise not to let my hands wander.”

“Hmph.” Ichigo grumbled but relaxed slightly and found himself enjoying the warm embrace.

Starrk raised his reiatsu again and Ichigo stiffened, but Starrk wrapped it around Ichigo and instead of oppressing his own, it weaved within it. Pleasure shot down his spine and Ichigo let out a gasp. Starrk smirked into Ichigo’s hair at the reaction and tightened his grip a little. He felt Ichigo growing hard against his leg and felt his own answering hardness as well.

“St-arrk…” Ichigo said brokenly and clutched at his shirt as Starrk tightened his hold on Ichigo’s reiatsu and began to stroke it pleasurably. “You said you wouldn’t…”

“My hands aren’t wandering.” He murmured, and sure enough they didn’t. Instead he nudged his leg in between Ichigo’s and rubbed Ichigo’s erection. Ichigo let out a soft whine that made Starrk growl in response.

“Please stop.” Ichigo begged even as he panted and ground his hips against the pressure.

Starrk hesitated, and then released Ichigo’s reiatsu. Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized he was still achingly hard and rocking his hips felt so good. Starrk sensed the hesitation and gripped Ichigo’s chin to tilt it up. He leaned down so his breath ghosted over Ichigo’s lips.

“Do you still want me to stop?” He asked.

Ichigo swallowed and considered the situation. He wanted more and he actually liked Starrk, but he felt like he was betraying his friends. It wasn’t that Starrk was an arrancar, after all Ichigo was a vizard and that would be pretty hypocritical of him. It was that Starrk was helping Aizen to destroy Karakura.

“I can’t.” Ichigo finally said. Starrk stared down at him his lips still so close to Ichigo’s. He moved the last few inches between them and very gently and very chastely, brushed their mouths together. Ichigo let his eyes flutter shut and pressed back just as gently before Starrk pulled away.

“It’s okay.” Starrk removed his legs from in between Ichigo’s and returned to stroking his hair, marveling at the softness. “I won’t make you do anything.” He stepped away and Ichigo was left trembling and wishing Starrk had stayed. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Ichigo asked and hated how breathless and wanting his sounded.

Starrk paused and looked at him with grey eyes glinting silver. “To take care of this…” He gestured at the noticeable bulge in his pants and Ichigo wondered if he was as big as he seemed. “Unless you want to…”

Ichigo shook his head quickly and Starrk slipped out the door. Ichigo practically collapsed on the couch, shifting in discomfort at his persistent erection and wondered if he would be able to get rid of it before Starrk came back. Just as he was considering jerking himself off, the door opened. But instead of Starrk standing there, it was Nnoitra and he looked pissed.

He scrambled up from the couch but Nnoitra was on him in an instant. Ichigo feared for a moment that he was there to kill him, but Nnoitra tossed his weapon to the side and clamped his hand over Ichigo’s mouth. Ichigo’s eyes went wide and he tried to claw at the hand, but Nnoitra wrapped his other hand around Ichigo’s wrists and pinned them to the couch.

“Ya are my pet!” Nnoitra hissed and he shifted. Ichigo realized a second later that two more sets of arms were appearing at Nnoitra’s sides. He jerked and tried to kick at him instead, but his legs were grabbed as well and shoved apart for Nnoitra to slide between. “Just be good and I’ll make it pleasurable for ya as well.” Nnoitra purred and his free hands slid underneath his shirt.

The ones holding his legs stroked the skin and moved up under his shorts to cup his ass and slide along his crack. Ichigo renewed his writhing and thrashing to get away but Nnoitra had too good of a grip on him. His hand uncovered his mouth and Ichigo screamed for Starrk.

Nnoitra sealed his mouth over Ichigo’s so he couldn’t make a sound and Ichigo grimaced as the long tongue gagged him. Nnoitra grasped his chin tightly so he couldn’t bite down and long fingers worked their way into his mouth and pried his jaw apart. Fingers pinched at his nipples and Ichigo let out a whimper that was muffled. He hated that his body was reacting to this and half wished it was Starrk doing this to him right now.

The fingers exploring his ass slipped in between his crack and found his entrance. Ichigo panicked and tried to lash out just as Starrk sonido’d in. He didn’t hesitate for a second before ripping Nnoitra off of Ichigo and throwing him against the wall. He crashed through it, sending chunks of stone and plasters everywhere. Ichigo scrambled to his feet and took a few steps back when Starrk turned to look at him with hard eyes.

Starrk stared at him and for a moment Ichigo wondered if he had done something wrong, and then he realized that his shirt was raised to expose most of his stomach and his short were hiked up as well. He turned red and yanked them down, making Starrk blink as though waken from a daze.

He turned his attention back to Nnoitra who was getting to his feet and glaring at Starrk with madness clenching his face. “Ya bitch!!!” He screamed and clenched all six of his fists. “I’m going to fucking kill ya!!!”

“Too bad we’ll have to wait to finish this.” Starrk said. His tone bored as though he hadn’t just thrown the fifth espada through the wall. He glanced at Ichigo who was eyeing both of them warily and watched him closely. “We have a meeting, there are intruders.”

Ichigo stiffened and his mouth dropped open a little as he gazed at Starrk. “In-intruders?” He stammered and couldn’t help the flood of relief that filled him at the thought of being rescued.

“Tch, don’t get your hopes up vizard, they’re all gonna die anyways.” Nnoitra spat and stormed over to pick up his sword and gave Ichigo one last lewd look before leaving.

Ichigo turned toward Starrk who frowned and watched him closely. “They’re not going to die.” He said confidently. Starrk’s eyes flashed with an emotion Ichigo couldn’t place and then Starrk stepped forward. He grabbed the back of his neck and yanked Ichigo to him with more roughness than he had ever used with Ichigo before.

“Do you have a boyfriend amongst them?”

“A boyfriend? Of course not!” Ichigo said, confused about Starrk’s sudden attitude. The hand on his neck relaxed and Starrk dropped his forehead to rest against Ichigo’s.

“I don’t want them to take you back.” He said bluntly. Ichigo stiffened as Starrk’s reiatsu suddenly lashed out and wrapped around him tightly like ropes. He would have fallen over, but Starrk grabbed him before he could. He lifted Ichigo up bridal style and carried him over to the couch that he laid him on tenderly.

“Get this off of me!” Ichigo cried and wriggled around but he couldn’t make them budge at all.

“I just want to make sure you are here when I get back.” Starrk murmured and kissed Ichigo’s forehead before pulling away. “I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Starrk!” Ichigo called after Starrk’s retreating back. “STARRK!!!”

He was gone, and Ichigo was left alone.

“Damn it.” Ichigo cursed. He still had a hard on. Although that may be the least of his worries if his friends were in danger.

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In the dunes of Hueco Mundo, four figures raced to Las Noches. Chad, Ishida and recently reunited Rukia and Renji moved quickly to rescue their friends, completely unaware of the epic battles that would be taking place.

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I am going to be using a lot of stuff from the manga in the next chapter so there will be some spoilers for some people. It’s going to be different than the original version of this story, but it will be slightly more descriptive so I hope everyone enjoys it!

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