Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: StarkxIchigo

Summary: Ichigo gets stuck in Hueco Mundo with no way of escaping, instead of killing him, Aizen has him guarded, mainly by Stark. Stark and Ichigo start to get along. Really well. It’s better than it sounds.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, smut, lemon, fingering, cursing, inappropriate use of a bath tub. You have been warned.

04 Stockholm Syndrome

Ichigo’s POV

Out of all the espada, Stark was the laziest. But I would rather deal with his laziness than Grimmjow’s perverted-ness and Ulquiorra’s coldness.
Grimmjow liked to grab my ass. It was always unexpected too… I would be minding my own business, walking to dinner or trying to escape whatever guard I had that day and he would come out of nowhere and grab my ass. Jerk. With his stupid blue hair and shit-eating grin.
The only thing that annoyed me more than Grimmjow was the ridiculous outfit I had to wear. It was mostly white, the bottom resembling the hakama part of the Shinigami’s shihakusho, with a red sash holding it up. The sleeves of the kimono went past my finger tips and opened to reveal my bare stomach. The collar was what really got me. It wasn’t a part of the kimono, but a separate piece that was black leather and fastened around my throat. It made me feel like some kind of pet or something.

And don’t even get me started on Ulquiorra. He reminds me of an even more stuck up Byakuya, but without the friendly little sister. We generally steered clear of each other, but occasionally he was assigned to watch me. Torture that was what it was- torture. It made me want to hurt something. Preferably Grimmjow. Maybe Aizen if he was in a playful mood.

Now Aizen was the real surprise, while I would never call him a father figure, he is something of a mentor to me, if only for my powers. He had been patient with me and even showed me some Shinigami tricks that I had never gotten the hang of. Of course, I kept in mind that he //did// trick the entire Gotei 13, so I never let my guard down around him or began to even //think// about trusting him.

If Aizen was a surprise, Stark is an enigma. As one of the strongest espada, I never thought that he would be so lazy. He was the one that watched me the most, too. Which was unfortunate, because I wanted to go out and do things: figure out the different passageways, spar, whatever. I had always been more introverted than extroverted when it came to seeking out other people’s company, but days on end of not doing anything really got to me.

It just pissed me off more when I figured out that most of the time he wasn’t actually sleeping, but awake and sometimes even watching me. I found that one out fast enough, when I was trying to sneak away while he was ‘sleeping.’ I was just starting to open up the door when suddenly he was behind me with one arm above my head against the door, the other gripping me around the waist tightly. “What a pain.” Was all he said before he dragged me back into the room, kicking my feet and trying to escape his grip. It didn’t help my ego any when I realized how fast he moved without me realizing, and how easily he stopped me.

His Fraccion, Lilinette, was an unexpected ally when it came to the Stark annoyance. Well, to be exact she said, “Just kick him or give his balls a hard squeeze and he’ll wake right up, if he isn’t already awake.”

I immediately discarded the last suggestion- there were some things I didn’t do, and injuring a guy’s manhood was one of them- but kicking him didn’t seem all that bad. The first time I did it I had been yelling at him for half an hour to get up because I wanted to get something to eat. He didn’t respond so I went to go kick him, but without even opening his eyes he grabbed my leg and scooped them out from underneath me, making me fall onto him.

It was awkward to say the least. I was sprawled out over his torso with my hands splayed on his chest to catch myself, my legs on either side of his body. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as his eyes opened up a crack and he gave me an amused smile. “If you wanted to wake me up, you could have said something.”

I spluttered a bit after that and started yelling. “I did! It’s not my fault you’re a deaf son of a-

His hand reached of and covered my mouth, yawning while he sat up, putting us into an even more awkward position where I was straddling his groin. “You’re so noisy in the morning.” My instant reaction was to scramble backwards, glaring up at him as he stood slowly. “Well, let’s go get something to eat.” He said in a bored tone, looked down at me and cocking his head slightly to the side. “Weren’t you hungry?”

I trailed after him, grumbling and almost jogging to keep up with his long strides. I considered myself lucky that he didn’t sonido us both to the kitchen. He did that once when I wasn’t expecting it and I nearly threw up.

I can’t really remember when I noticed a change in our relationship, but if I had to pinpoint, it would be when I woke up in the middle of the night to see Stark staring at me. Granted, I already knew he was in my room because my guards always have to stay the night, but it was the way he was watching me. It was the first time I had seen him off-guard, his eyes were staring at my face and then sweeping over my body, lingering on my bare chest. When he noticed I was awake he didn’t do anything but raise an eyebrow at me and then slump back down onto his own bed.

I didn’t comment on it. Maybe because I really didn’t want to know, but a part of me was slightly fearful of Stark’s perusal of my sleeping form when I had no idea he was doing it. I didn’t have much control of my life anymore and I didn’t like the idea being under the gaze of a predator when I didn’t know I was prey. I hadn’t really made the connection then to anything other than hollows eat Shinigami, but I took reassurance that Stark was probably too lazy to kill me.

He started sleeping less around me after that. We didn’t really hold conversations at first, it was more him taking me to different places as well as hanging around me when other arrancars were around. Amusingly enough, Lilinette was the first to notice it, complaining that he was never awake as much with her as he was with me. He just patted the child arrancar on the head without any comment and went back to counting tiles, or whatever he did when he stared at the ceiling like that.

He was the one who had taught me the most about Hueco Mundo, in his lazy, drawling tones. Although I had long learned to not make assumptions based on someone’s appearance, it still surprised me how much he knew about what went on. He told me stories, albeit in not much details, about each of the espada and their history. Neliel’s and Nnoitra’s were the ones of most interest to me. She was still in her little girl form, and would come visit me when Nnoitra wasn’t hanging around. She and Lilinette got along really well, and would often play together while Stark and I watched.

It was Halibel’s turn to watch me and her Fraccion were messing with my hair. One of them was sitting on my chest while the other two cooed over me and started putting bobbins and clips in my hair. I had gotten my hands free and was trying to shove them off when Stark had suddenly shown up. By suddenly, I mean he popped out of thin air. He stared down at me with an almost comical expression as he blinked a couple of times.

“Save me!” I pleaded, the girls wrapping their arms around me again and yelling at Stark to leave.

Stark rolled his eyes- I thought that would have been too much effort for him- and he grabbed me by the back of my kimono, lifting me out of the pile of girls.

“You aren’t due for another two hours.” Halibel said calmly, her eyes barely flickering over to the spectacle we were making.

I was still struggling in the air as Stark held me up and out of the reach of the Fraccion who were trying to drag me away again.

“I was passing by, so I thought I would get him so I didn’t have to come back again.” He said simply, then pulled me against his body with his other arm and sonido us away. Luckily I was prepared for it this time, and was only a little dizzy as he set me down in my rooms.

“Thanks.” I muttered, running my hands through my hair only to discover it was still pinned. I growled and stomped over to the mirror to see the damage done. I scowled at myself as I saw the hair pulled away from my forehead in cute little butterfly pins. I reached to yank them out when I noticed in the mirror that Stark was watching me avidly, his face strangely tense and furrowed in between the eyebrows. “What?” I asked with a frown.

“…Nothing…” He turned away and fell onto the sofa, yes fell, slumping with his limbs in every direction. I scowled at his large form and went back to taking the annoying clips and such out of my hair.

“Is that…is that //glitter//?” I ask in disbelief, my eyes wide.

Stark looked up from his slouched position and stared at me. “Yeah.”

I whipped around. “You can see it from there?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged, obviously not seeing the problem.

“Oh hell no, I’m taking a bath to get this crap out.”

Stark nodded and stood up. “I might as well too. That way I don’t have to bother with it later.”

I snorted, typical lazy ass. I glanced at the bathroom and back at Stark. It had been a long time since I had bathed with someone else, but the bath was large enough to fit 10 people, so size wasn’t an issue. And we were both guys, so it wouldn’t be as awkward like that time with Yoruichi. I mentally shuddered.

I slipped of my kimono, my hand going up subconsciously to stroke the collar. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I was always aware of its presence, like an itch you can’t reach. Untying my sash, I was only vaguely aware of Stark taking off his clothing in my peripheral vision as I turned the water on in the sunken bath. I sighed as the sweet scent of lavender tickled my nose, easing my body into the hot water and relaxing. Water lapped at my body as Stark got into the bath, but I couldn’t be bothered to open my eyes.

“Weren’t you going to wash your hair?” Stark’s voice startled me out of my reverie and I glanced over at him. My eyes widened slightly as I took in his bare chest above the water, his hole visible just below the necklace-like jawbone that hung around his neck. His body was strong, as I had assumed it to be, emphasized by the way his arms were slung out on either side of the bath. I couldn’t see his lower body- thankfully- because the soap bubbles blocked the view, but I’m sure it was every bit as strong as his upper body.

“Well?” He asked again, his eyes watching me with an emotion I couldn’t detect, staring at me unabashedly as red filled my cheeks.

“Um, yeah.” I said intelligently, moving my body forward enough so I could dip my head back into the water. I reached over to grab the shampoo bottle but he grabbed it instead. I pulled my hand back in watched him in confusion as he poured some onto his hand and scooted forward so he was closer to me.

“I’ll make sure all of it is out.” He said simply.

I was suspicious of him volunteering to do something that he probably was too lazy to want to do himself, but I nodded and turned my back to him. I nearly jumped as his hands touched my hair. He didn’t say anything, only moving his fingers through my hair in a gently massage. I lost myself in the sensation, my mind hazy and warm as I hummed and leaned against the touch. I barely noticed as he shifted closer and his fingers worked their way down to my neck, thumbs rubbing behind my ear.

His hands left me for a second and then warm water came trickling down on my head, rinsing the soap out. I wrinkled my nose slightly but made no other protest. I heard him grabbing something and I heard the click of a bottle opening. His hands returned to my head with a cold liquid. I frowned slightly before I realized it was just conditioner and allowed him to work it through my hair. I didn’t really pay particular attention to the reason why he was doing it; it felt so good I didn’t want to complain.

He rinsed my hair again, but didn’t stop the gently massage, and started to moved his hands to my shoulder. I had never really gotten a massage before, and I found it very pleasurable, to say the least. His strong hands worked tension from me that I didn’t know I had, I let out a soft moan that I didn’t even find the strength to feel embarrassed about. I heard a warm chuckle from behind me, but didn’t pay any mind to it.

My eyes snapped open a little when I realized I was getting slightly hard from Stark’s attention. I tried not to squirm and let on my situation, Stark couldn’t see through the bubbles anyways. I was very conscious of our position at the moment, unaware of having been moved in my bliss. My back was to Stark and I was sitting in between his long legs, if I moved back just a little farther we would be touching rather intimately.

Stark sensed my body freeze and stopped his hands, I couldn’t see his expression from where I was sitting, but I felt him lean forward and then his breath was brushing against my ear. He didn’t say anything, but rested his chin onto my shoulder and moved his hands so they were wrapped around my torso. In one movement he pulled my back so I was sitting in his lap with my legs on either side of his, and I was //very// alert to his problem.

I gasped quietly as I felt his long, hard length pressed against my back, squirming a little in his grip but not trying to get free. His chest rumbled deeply as he made a noise that sounded like a growl and he moved his head so his nose was buried behind my ear. I heard him give a light sniff that went straight to my groin as his tongue darted out to give my neck a long slather. I whimpered and dug my fingers into the arms wrapped around my body, trembling as his nipped at my jaw lightly.

The teeth on his hollow mask scraped against my skin but I ignored it as he tilted my head back and claimed my mouth in a kiss. He kissed slowly at first, just pressing our lips together before coaxing them apart with light drags of his teeth and swiped with his tongue. I opened my mouth slightly and shifted in his lap, our tongues tangling together wetly as he languidly explored my mouth.

His arms shifted so his hands settled against my waist, sliding into the water to rub at my hip and moving to cup my erection. I moaned at the unfamiliar contact and pulled my mouth away, gasping for breath as he fondled me, moving his hand up and down my penis with the same laziness he displayed every day. His other hand moved to my inner thigh and pressed my legs further apart for better access. I tensed slightly and mewled as his fingers brushed against my entrance.

“Water isn’t the best lubricant…” he muttered against my ear, more to himself than to me.

He stood up, pulling me with him and pressed against my back so I would lean against the floor on the edge of the sunken bath. He nudged my legs apart with his knees and grabbed the bottle of conditioner, leaning away from my body long enough to put some onto his hand. He wrapped his other arm around my body and slid his hand around my erection while his long fingers nudged at my entrance. My body tensed and I gave an involuntary cry as two slipped inside of me. They were slick, but the stretch still hurt and made me whimper.

He leaned over and kissed my back, jaw bone jabbing slightly into my spine. I trembled and gasped while he spread his fingers and hastily added another. My back bowed and I leaned onto my elbows, panting heavily as his fingers tortured me. I gritted my teeth and moaned as they brushed against something inside of me that made my knees weak, whining when they pulled away.

Stark’s only response was to give a sharp nip to my neck- growling as he bumped against the collar Aizen put on me- and pressed something blunt against my entrance. In the next instant I was clawing at the tile flooring and cursing as he pushed himself into me.

“Ngh!” I couldn’t breath, couldn’t adjust when he was sliding himself in and out of me so fast. Of course he would be lazy with everything except this, with this he had to be brutal.

His movements slowed down a little and he reached up caressing my hair and brushing my face. “Relax.” He murmured, pumping my erection again and picking up his pace.

My entire body spasmed as he slammed against my prostate and I cried out. His mouth was clamped over my shoulder now, both his teeth and the mask’s digging into me as I neared my release. I reached my arms up and entwined them in his wet, wavy hair, groaning as he growled and sunk his teeth deeper.

“Harder…!” It was both a plead and a demand, one that he willingly took me up on. His hands gripped my hips now and he used all of his strength to plow into me. I think I felt something tear, but I didn’t care as his reiatsu covered my entire body and pressed against my own sensually. “Stark!” I gasp his name as my climax takes me, by body tensing around him.

“Ichigo…” It was said so softly that I almost didn’t hear it, his hips rocking into mine as he came to completion. My body fell limp and it was only his hands that kept me up. He lowered us both back into the water, allowing it to wash away the white fluid tinged with red while he continued to snuffle along my neck and give small licks to the wounds he created. He unplugs the bath and grabs our towels and sonido us into the bedroom. Indolent bastard.

We both lay in my bed, me drifting in and out of sleep with my head resting on his chest, his arms around my waist. His eyes are closed but I don’t know if he’s sleeping. I think about Lilinette’s earlier comment and smile a little. Careful to barely move, I slip my hand down and run a finger along the length of his penis. One of his eyes cracks open a little to look down on me. I smirk at him and do it again.

“If this is how you intend to wake me up, I think I will sleep more often.” He says while his hands come up to rove over my back.

I didn’t have the energy to scowl at him.

Out of all the espada, Stark is the laziest. But I would //still// rather deal with his laziness than any of the others.

LINE

I loved writing this. I am definitely going to write more on this pairing.

So if you want to know what’s up with Stark sniffing Ichigo and licking him, I kind of think of hollows like hybrid human-creatures, and the creature part of Stark was scenting Ichigo’s pheromones and marking him.