Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Review Replies- Tiramisu: He doesn't really come off as the stereotypical desired seme, but he has his good points.
ShadowofLight: If someone were to draw that for me... I would die of laughter.
xfairygirlx: I like squishy GrimmIchi sometimes, but I like it when they are both kept in character much more. It just makes it so much hotter.
Lady_Pippy: cookies! *nom nom*
HimitsuYuki: I try hard to keep the characters actually in character =D
Axel-Calamity: Although it wasn't on the list, I will be doing another ChadIchi sometime.
Yakumo: It's always nice when filler-villains are crush-worthy.
LookIntotheEyesofMoo: It seems the Muramasa is much more popular than I originally anticipated. I will try and write another one with him.
BunnyBop05: haha, someone is rooting for Ichigo at least.
Lynzee: Isn't he? Of course I would never say that to his face...
MasterAkira: Now I'm seeing Ichigo as this dominatrix. He could so rock that. Cause even when he bottoms, he tops.
LordSephiroth: Well I am happy to have pleased then =D
Nusku: You must keep bags of blood on hand for all the nosebleeds you have! Or at least lots of tissues...
Svirfnebli: I will be writing more =)


Pairing: Starrk x Ichigo, requested by Wisdom Jewel.

Inspired by a one shot in the collection “Tonari ni Kimi no Nukumori Wo.” I’m basing the plot off of it, but it’s not going to be a script format of the one shot. I don’t know what the title of the actual one shot is, but if you search mangafox for the collection title, it’s the first one shot.

Summary: Ichigo’s dog Coyote dies and Ichigo grieves his death. Then a guy shows up claiming to be his dog in human form. Note that Isshin works at a hospital in this fic, not a clinic at home.

Contains: Sexual content and cursing.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thank you very much!

Days of the Dog

The day that Coyote died, Ichigo’s heart broke. Coyote was a present from his dad that he got Ichigo to help him get over his mother’s death. Yuzu and Karin shared a cat that they preferred over Coyote, which was just fine with Ichigo who instantly became attached.

For seven years he had Coyote, who was a pup when he got him. He wasn’t the youngest dog, but he still had so much life to him. That all ended when he got hit by a car. It wasn’t intentional or anything, the driver swerved because one of the neighbor kid’s balls rolled into the road, and he didn’t see Coyote on their drive way. Death was instantaneous.

For the first time since his mom had died, Ichigo cried. His father and sisters tried to console him, but they had a hard time of it. They knew how much Coyote meant to Ichigo and how Coyote was the one who helped Ichigo when nobody else could. Ichigo was also a major loner and introvert so he didn’t have any friends to help him either.

Ichigo lay on his bed, with his head buried in the pillow, trying not to cry at the thought of Coyote. He sniffled and rubbed his check against the fabric, then tensed as the doorbell rang. He waited for his sisters or dad to get it, but then remembered that Karin and Yuzu were at school, where he should be, and his dad was at work. Oh well, whoever it was could just go away.

“Ding-dong. Ding-dong. DING-DONG, DING-DONG!”

Ichigo groaned as the door bell became more insistent and sat up to answer it when his window slid open. His window that was on the second floor.

“Wh-what!?” Ichigo scrambled off the bed and stared at the young man who was crouched on his window sill with his head cocked to the side. He had wavy black hair and a goatee as well as heavily lidded-grey eyes. Ichigo gulped and shrank back as the man stepped down onto the bed and leapt to his feet.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my bedroom!?”

“Ichigo…” The young man said his name almost hesitantly and before Ichigo knew it, he was on his back on the floor with the man on top of him. “Ichigo, don’t you recognize me?”

“What the fuck!?” Ichigo kicked and hit at the man who grabbed his wrists and slammed them to the floor on either side of his head. Ichigo swallowed harshly as the man leaned close to him.

“It’s me Ichigo, Coyote.”

Ichigo stared up at the man.

“Listen you nut, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“It’s true.” ‘Coyote’ said and frowned at Ichigo. “See my hair, isn’t it the same dark color?”

That was true, but black hair was common in Japan. “I don’t believe you. Now let go of me before I kick your ass.”

“You don’t believe me?” He asked and furrowed his brow. “Let me prove it to you. I know your mom died when you were nine, that’s when you got me, and you have two sisters who you love very much and are protective over. Your dad used to feed me treats all the time under the table. You have a lion plushy that your mom gave you when you were little and you still sleep with it-”

“Stop! I believe you already!” Ichigo shouted, turning bright red.

“You do?” Coyote smiled, leaned down to nuzzle Ichigo’s neck, making Ichigo’s heart beat a little faster. Was this really Coyote? It was so strange, but it felt true. Coyote’s grip loosened on his wrists and he hesitantly reached up to wrap his arms around him.

“Coyote…” He murmured and Coyote pressed closer. “…How?”

“I don’t know, I woke up and I was human.” Coyote pulled away so he could gaze down at Ichigo with a soft smile on his face. “You missed me, right Ichigo?”

Ichigo wanted to cry in happiness, but he didn’t. Instead he snuggled close to Coyote who lifted him up and shifted him in his arms so he was draped across Coyote’s chest with his head buried in his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re not dead Coyote.”

The arms tightened around him.

…

Things were happy again in Ichigo’s life. While his dad was at work and his sisters were at school, Coyote would stay with him all day and then left when they came home. Although he sometimes stayed later when it was just the girls, but he always left before his dad got back from work.

But that night Karin and Yuzu were over at a friend’s for the night and his dad was working the night shift so it was just him and Coyote. The door bell rang, signaling the arrival of the pizza Ichigo had ordered. He went and paid the man and then brought it up to the room where Coyote was lounged on the bed, napping.

Ichigo sighed at the sight and nudged Coyote’s head, making him open his eyes and blink at Ichigo. “Food’s here already.”

“Hm…” Coyote sat on the floor and watched closely as Ichigo bent over to put the movie in. His eyes wandered over his ass before snapping away when Ichigo turned around once more.

“Have you lost weight, Ichigo?”

“Huh?” Ichigo frowned at Coyote.

“Well I guess I hadn’t been as well since you… died,” he had to fight to get the last word out, “but I’m eating better now.” He lifted up his slice of pizza to make a point.

“You need to eat more.” Coyote muttered as he ate his own pizza, making Ichigo laugh and smile. Coyote’s heart thumped at the sight. It was rare to see Ichigo do such a thing, but it never failed to utterly enchant him.

“Ichigo…”

“Hm?” Ichigo looked over as he finished his last bite of pizza and tilted his head at Coyote. “What?”

“You have something on your face.” He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the stray bit of sauce, making Ichigo push at his chest nervously. Despite that Coyote used to be a dog, he was human now and it felt strange to have him do it. “Coyote, what are you-“

He was cut off as lips covered his mouth. Ichigo tensed as Coyote kissed him. He turned his head away to escape the suffocating action, but Coyote just moved his mouth down further.

“Ichigo, I’ve always wanted you.” Coyote murmured and lifted Ichigo up to lay him down on the bed.

“W-wait…” Ichigo turned red and pushed at Coyote’s head. “This isn’t right.”

“I promise I won’t try to hurt you.” Coyote murmured and stared into Ichigo’s eyes. Ichigo swallowed harshly as the steely grey eyes bored through him and hesitantly relaxed back on the bed despite how vulnerable he felt.

“I’m not sure…” Ichigo mumbled and looked away. The bed creaked as Coyote crouched over him and tenderly kissed his neck before slowly undressing him. Ichigo was nervous and uncertain, but this was Coyote. He would do anything to keep Coyote near him for just a little longer.

Soon Ichigo was completely undressed and Coyote was undoing his own pants. Ichigo distantly wondered where it was that Coyote got his clothes, and where he stayed when he wasn’t with Ichigo. But that was pushed aside as Coyote stroked his erection and pressed two fingers inside of him.

“Ngh…” Ichigo winced and turned his head to the side in discomfort and Coyote kissed him reassuringly.

“Sh, it’s going to be alright.” He nuzzled Ichigo’s hair and pulled his fingers out before lining himself up to Ichigo’s entrance. He looked down at Ichigo who was flushed, yet still scowling with his brown eyes hazy with lust.

“Just relax and breathe.” He thrust his hips forward and Ichigo cried out, his back bowing as Coyote slid into him without pause.

“Gah!” He squirmed and panted for breath as Coyote stretched him past his limits and buried himself deep inside of Ichigo. “It hurts…”

Coyote stroked his sides soothingly and leaned close to him to lap up his tears.

“Ah, I’m sorry; I promise it will stop…” He trailed off as he shifted their position and gripped Ichigo’s hips tightly. “I’m moving now.”

“Wait!” Ichigo tightened his legs around Coyote’s waist so he couldn’t move and grabbed his shoulder. “Not… not yet.”

Coyote exhaled sharply and let his forehead rest on Ichigo’s shoulder. He wanted to move so badly, but he didn’t want to hurt his dear Ichigo more than he had to. So he tried to wait patiently, but it was hard with Ichigo moaning and shifting underneath him, trying to get comfortable and ease the pain.

“Coyote!” Ichigo’s back bowed and his voice was tainted with pleasure. “It’s okay now, so…so…”

Coyote chuckled and did as Ichigo wanted before he could even finish his sentence. Ichigo let out a sharp cry in initial discomfort as Coyote began to move, but it soon changed to want and desire as Coyote pressed against his prostate.

“My Ichigo.” Coyote pressed his thumb against Ichigo’s nipple and rolled it, drawing a soft noise from Ichigo’s throat that made Coyote’s eyes darken in lust and begin to pound into him uncontrollably.

The bed creaked as their bodies moved together. Coyote’s pace quickened as he pistoned in and out of Ichigo. Ichigo moved slower as he lifted and rocked his hips to meet Coyote’s thrusts.

“Ichigo!!!” Coyote was embarrassed to find that he was the one that came first. Ichigo groaned as Coyote slipped out of him and then thrust three fingers into his entrance. His warm cum inside of Ichigo made the action easier, although Ichigo still clenched around him in surprise.

Coyote finger-fucked him ruthlessly as he leaned down to take Ichigo in his mouth. He hooked his fingers and pressed hard on Ichigo’s prostate, making Ichigo cum in his mouth. Coyote swallowed the slightly bitter fluid without making a face and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at Ichigo who appeared utterly debauched with Coyote’s cum trickling out of him and his body red with exertion.

Coyote felt himself harden once more and tilted Ichigo on his side to enter him in one fluid thrust. Ichigo’s eyes snapped wide open in surprise and he clawed at the bed as his own erection was reawakened. Coyote made love to him several more times, until the morning light was gradually starting to lighten the sky once more.

Coyote scratched his head and looked down at Ichigo’s sleeping form and relaxed face. He wanted nothing more than to join him, but he needed to leave before Ichigo’s father got home. With a regretful sigh he stood and gathered his clothes before getting dressed. He pressed one last kiss to Ichigo’s hair before leaving silently.

“I love you Ichigo.”

…

Several days had passed since that night, and Isshin was working a night shift again. The girls were already asleep and Ichigo was cuddling Coyote on his bed. Well, to be more specific, Coyote’s head was in his lap and he was holding onto Ichigo’s leg tightly as he napped. Ichigo smiled down at him and shifted his fingers through Coyote’s hair.

He blinked and rubbed a stand between his thumb and finger, wondering if Coyote’s hair had always had brown roots. Something nudged the back of his brain, but he ignored it and leaned back against his pillow to close his eyes as well. Coyote shifted and spooned him from behind, murmuring into his ear and wrapping his arms around him, which made Ichigo smile.

Ichigo was half asleep when Coyote carefully slipped out of the bed. Ichigo played like he was still asleep as Coyote slunk out the door outside. Very quietly, Ichigo also got up and slipped into his shoes before meeting Coyote outside.

“Where are you going?”

Coyote looked slightly nervous, not to mention surprised which made Ichigo even more nervous. “Just for a walk.”

“I’ll come with you then.”

After a few minutes, Coyote stopped. “Well I’m tired now, let’s go sleep.”

“Why, we’ve only been walking for a little while?”

“Because-”

“Oi, lazy brother!!!”

Coyote stiffened and looked over his shoulder at a young girl with short-ish blond hair. She gave a very surprised Ichigo a once over and raised an eyebrow. “Is this why you’ve been missing so much school lately Starrk?”

The pieces and suspicions Ichigo had clicked in his brain. “Starrk?”

“Er, Ichigo-” Ichigo turned around abruptly and began to run. “Wait, Ichigo!!!” He ran after him, leaving a very confused sister staring after the two of them.

“Ichigo god damn it!”

Just as Ichigo turned down an alley, Starrk caught up to him. He grabbed a hold of Ichigo and slammed him against the wall, making Ichigo cry out in pain. Starrk instantly loosened his hold but continued to pin Ichigo, not letting him escape.

“You fucking liar!” Ichigo screamed and Starrk felt his heart break a little.

“Ichigo, please listen!”

“No! Shut up and get the fuck off of me!!!”

Starrk sealed his mouth over Ichigo’s, making Ichigo still and then struggle against him. Starrk didn’t let him however, and held him tenderly as he kissed him. When he finally broke away Ichigo was panting and Starrk’s pants were feeling a little tight.

“Ichigo, I’m sorry, I never wanted to deceive you.”

Ichigo snorted and looked away. In the gleam of the moonlight, Starrk could see traces of tears on Ichigo’s face and guilt clenched at his stomach.

“I’m not Coyote.”

“Damn right.” Ichigo interrupted and scowled at him.

“My name is Starrk Gingerback; I go to the same school as you.”

“…What?” Ichigo asked and eyes him critically.

“You never noticed me, but I noticed you… How could I not? You’re so beautiful, even though your face always looked so angry.” Starrk dropped his forehead so it rested against Ichigo’s. “When you’re dog died you stopped coming to school where I could see you, so I decided to come to you instead.”

“By pretending to be my dead dog!?” Ichigo asked incredulously and tried to shove Starrk off of him again, but Starrk didn’t budge.

“Wait… then how did you know all of those things?” There was a slight paused where Starrk frowned and Ichigo’s eyes widened. “Stalker!!!”

“Don’t call me that.” Starrk said, sounding highly affronted. “I may have looked in on you sometimes when I was worried, but I’m not some weird stalker.”

Before Ichigo could have any more protests, Starrk kissed him again. At first Ichigo balked and struggled, but soon the familiarity of the touch and his own affection for Coyote, for Starrk, won over his better judgment.

He let Starrk undress him in the dark, abandoned alleyway and then let him fuck him. His back hurt slightly from the rough wall and the pain of not being properly prepared would linger with him for a few days, but he liked it. He liked being able to wrap his arms and legs around Starrk and call him by his real name. Afterwards Starrk carried him home and tucked him in bed before kissing him and leaving.

Ichigo didn’t see him for three days, until he finally forced himself to get up and shower, then get ready for school which he had been missing a lot of lately. He moved through the crowd effortlessly, his orange hair being the only thing making him stand out from it. He paused as he caught sight of Starrk, who he wouldn’t have given a second glance before.

Starrk was napping underneath a tree, and Ichigo had to fight not to smile at the sight. He soundlessly walked over to him and glanced around to make sure no one was looking before leaning down and brushing his lips over his. He quickly pulled away and Starrk’s eyes opened. Grey met brown, and a smile crossed Starrk’s face.

“Ichigo.”

“Starrk.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Ichigo swallowed and nodded. “I know.” He said. Starrk said nothing, waiting for Ichigo to say more. “I’m tired of being alone.”

Starrk pulled him into a tight hug and vowed to never let go. “I know, you won’t ever be again.”

Ichigo hugged him back, and didn’t cry.

LINE

Yeah… the yaoi one shot I read really inspired me to write this, although it’s quite different from what I wrote.

For those Bleach lovers who are more in the know then me… Is it ‘Stark’ or ‘Starrk’? Is either one acceptable?