Death and the Strawberry
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Chapter 6
Sorry, I meant to get this out yesterday but we held our Beltane (May 1st) party…for those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s a Pagan holiday. It’s kind of funny because my mom’s girlfriend’ birthday is at the end of April so we kind of celebrate it at the same time even though she’s catholic. Just an excuse to dance around the May pole and jump over a fire =D Not to mention drinking!
Review Replies- MasterAkira: Stark doesn’t need an excuse to hold Ichi tight, he’s so blunt he’d say it straight up =)
Lynzee: Thank you!!!
Satterb: I know, although I like a strong Ichi, sometimes I slip back into the blushing uke!Ichi…just cuz he’s too cute.
Kera-Izaki: I hope this is soon enough =D I’m glad you like it
Tiramisu: Thanks, lemons will come eventually, although there will be a few limes before that.
Nusku: Who doesn’t like a protective seme? Especially with smexy Stark and cute Ichi.
Yakumo: I know, Stark can *guard* my body anytime he wants XD
the1girlunevernoticed: (I noticed ya, I swear!) Thank you!!! I like a bottom Ichi…although he has an aggressive personality, he is also sweet and naïve (not to mention prone to blushing) which just makes him hot and adorable.
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Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 6
Aizen, as it turned out, was not very upset. He must have been suspecting something like this because when Ichigo told him what had occurred (Stark just stood there yawning and looking around for a good spot to nap), he had just nodded his head and thoughtfully gazed off into space.
Ichigo was a bit nervous about punishment for their failure, but Aizen didn’t seem disappointed or angry. “Very well. The next move is theirs.”
And then they were dismissed. The first place Stark went, of course, was his room to take a nap. Ichigo almost went to do the same thing, and then hesitated. It would make sense to want a nice rest after so much traveling, but he had something he wanted to do first.
Walking through the halls, he thought about Stark’s answer as to why he protected him. The bastard didn’t make any sense. No sense at all.
Knocking on the door, he opened it when he heard the quiet call to come in. “Hey, mom.”
Masaki smiled at him from where she was sitting in a chair and reading. “Ichigo! What a nice surprise.” She smiled and stood, hugging him gently. “You never visit anymore.” She said reproachfully.
“I just got back from a mission.”
“Oh?” She sat, patting the space beside her. “Aizen-sama works you too much.”
“Its fine, I don’t mind serving him.”
“Hm, so what was the mission about?”
“We had to search for the Vasto Lorde.” Ichigo said with a sigh. His mother looked over at him sharply.
“Did you find them?”
“Yeah…”
“And?” She prodded.
“Well one of them attacked and…Stark protected me.”
She laughed, elbowing his side. “Then why do you look so sad?”
“Because he’s just like the rest of them! He always stares at my ass and touches me when I’m sleeping and…and…”
“Saves your life?”
“Yeah! …Wait, huh?”
Masaki laughed and patted him on his orange head. “Try not to be too harsh with him. I know he can be irritating, but anyone who saves my baby can’t be all that bad.”
“I’m not a baby…” Ichigo mumbled with a pout.
“You’ll always be my baby.” She cooed and gave him a hug. They were quiet for a moment as Ichigo rested his head on her shoulder. “So, do you like him?”
“Mom!”
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In his room, Stark tried to go to sleep. This wasn’t a problem he’d ever had before. Usually, he nodded off the second he had laid down. But not this time. No, this time, his mind was full of thoughts of a certain orange haired arrancar that he wished he had here to snuggle with. Or do other things with. With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his stomach and grabbed his pillow to hold against his chest. It just wasn’t the same.
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Ichigo walked away from his mom’s room feeling a little lighter. She always had that effect on him. He was so intent on his thoughts that he didn’t realize at first that somebody was following him.
He cried out when a body slammed into him, his back painfully hitting the wall. Ichigo grimaced as he caught sight of the blue haired espada leering at him. “Grimmjow.” The fifteenth arrancar spat out.
“Hey Ichi.” Grimmjow purred and pressed his body against Ichigo’s.
“What do you want?”
“I thought that would be obvious.” Grimmjow slammed his mouth over Ichigo’s and bit down harshly, drawing blood. Ichigo jerked his head back so fast; he cracked it against the wall.
“You disgusting freak!” Ichigo yelled, trying to get away from the stronger espada, but to no avail.
“Your struggling only turns me on more.” Grimmjow growled lustfully and went in for another kiss, but Ichigo once again evaded him.
“Aizen-sama will kill you for this!”
“Tch, you want this as bad as me.” The arrancar grinned wildly and snuck his hand through the lacings of his shirt, stroking his side.
“Like hell I do! This is rape!”
“You can’t rape the willing.”
“But you can rape the unwilling.”
Grimmjow froze as he felt Stark’s reiatsu pulsing darkly behind him. He dropped to his knees under the weight of it, gasping for breath. Ichigo nearly fell over, as well, but Stark caught him and hoisted the smaller arrancar into his arms.
“You are lucky Aizen values all the espada or I would kill you right now.”
Grimmjow only gasped in response, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he slumped forward under the pressure of all that power. All Ichigo could do was shiver and squeeze his eyes shut tightly until it let up once more. Neither of them said anything as Stark sonido-ed back to his room with Ichigo still held in his arm.
Setting him down on the couch, the first espada backed up a little to give him space. Ichigo still didn’t say anything; he simply sat there with a frown and looked anywhere but at Stark. “Are you…okay? He didn’t go any further, did he?” Stark asked hesitantly.
Ichigo blinked, and then shook his head. “That’s not it.”
“What is it then?” Stark asked, emboldened by the response, and scooting closer. “I can’t have my Fraccion unwell.”
Said Fraccion’s frown deepened and a wrinkle appeared between his brows. “Is that all you see me as?”
Stark blinked and moved even closer. “No…of course not.”
Ichigo looked up then and stared into Stark’s grey eyes. “No?”
“That’s right.”
His instincts had never led him astray, so Ichigo decided to trust them yet again as he leaned up and kissed Stark softly. Just barely brushing his lips against the brunette arrancar’s, before retreating quickly with a blush. He wrung his hands in his lap when Stark didn’t say or do anything, wondering if he had done the wrong thing. Then his upper arms were being gripped firmly as Stark pulled him halfway into his lap and kissed him back.
Ichigo moaned in response, lifting his hands to tangle them in Stark’s wavy hair as he opened his mouth to the first espada’s encouraging nips. Dipping his tongue inside, Stark almost hummed in happiness as he tasted Ichigo’s mouth. The orange haired arrancar was just as curious and answered with his own slightly hesitant nibbles and exploration. Stark smirked into the kiss and tipped Ichigo onto his back, sliding his hand down from Ichigo’s biceps to his stomach and brushing his hands over the bottom of his kimono.
Stark ever so slightly lifted the hem, stroking the bare skin and Ichigo froze at the unfamiliar feeling. He liked Stark…but that didn’t mean he wanted to do anything beyond kissing. The first espada stopped and slowly retracted his hand, pulling away from the kiss to look into his Fraccion’s eyes. Ichigo blushed and looked away, making Stark chuckle. Gripping his chin, Stark began to litter small, brief kisses along his face and more lingering ones on the corner of Ichigo’s mouth.
Parting his mouth slightly, the orange haired arrancar leaned forward to capture the other’s lips once more. Stark returned it forcefully, cupping the back of Ichigo’s head and tilting his chin until it was just the right angle. Ichigo squirmed from where he was awkwardly pulled half way onto Stark and gripped the larger espada’s shoulder, dragging his leg over to straddle his lap more comfortably.
If Ichigo hadn’t frozen moments before, Stark would have normally taken this as an invitation, but the lithe arrancar kept his hips away from Stark’s groin and didn’t even seem to notice the provocative position. In fact, his actions seemed to be more intent on cuddling rather than making out. The carrot top kissed him languidly, curling his fingers through Stark’s hair as he let the other arrancar dominate it.
Following Ichigo’s lead, Stark tried to keep it mellow, but he couldn’t help but get aroused when he nuzzled Ichigo’s hair and nibbled on his ear. The fifteenth arrancar hummed in response and squirmed closer until there wasn’t any space in between their bodies and he could feel the effect he had on the other. He paused mid-kiss, making Stark huff and grip Ichigo’s hips, moving them away from his own.
“Try not to squirm.” Stark warned, his grey eyes burning with lust as he fought his own immediate reaction to rub against Ichigo. Fuck…this boy was sin.
Ichigo nodded and moved to get off of Stark, but the grip on his hips didn’t loosen, rather it tightened until Ichigo winced.
“I didn’t mean for you to get off.” Stark said with a low growl, kissing along his jaw line and down to his neck. “Just don’t…press against it.” Ichigo’s breath hitched as Stark sucked on the spot where his neck and shoulder met. “I don’t ever want to see anybody else touching you, understand?”
Nodding again, Ichigo worried his lower lip between his teeth and gasped when the other found a particularly sensitive spot. The attention felt really good, but Stark’s jealousy, more than anything, reassured him of their new relationship. As Stark gripped his back- through his kimono of course- Ichigo thought that maybe he just might be able to get used to being Stark’s Fraccion.
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No sex yet! But they’re together :D Remember, this story actually has a plot (gasp!) other than them hooking up. Which is weird for me…but I’m trying!
Review Replies- MasterAkira: Stark doesn’t need an excuse to hold Ichi tight, he’s so blunt he’d say it straight up =)
Lynzee: Thank you!!!
Satterb: I know, although I like a strong Ichi, sometimes I slip back into the blushing uke!Ichi…just cuz he’s too cute.
Kera-Izaki: I hope this is soon enough =D I’m glad you like it
Tiramisu: Thanks, lemons will come eventually, although there will be a few limes before that.
Nusku: Who doesn’t like a protective seme? Especially with smexy Stark and cute Ichi.
Yakumo: I know, Stark can *guard* my body anytime he wants XD
the1girlunevernoticed: (I noticed ya, I swear!) Thank you!!! I like a bottom Ichi…although he has an aggressive personality, he is also sweet and naïve (not to mention prone to blushing) which just makes him hot and adorable.
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thank you!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 6
Aizen, as it turned out, was not very upset. He must have been suspecting something like this because when Ichigo told him what had occurred (Stark just stood there yawning and looking around for a good spot to nap), he had just nodded his head and thoughtfully gazed off into space.
Ichigo was a bit nervous about punishment for their failure, but Aizen didn’t seem disappointed or angry. “Very well. The next move is theirs.”
And then they were dismissed. The first place Stark went, of course, was his room to take a nap. Ichigo almost went to do the same thing, and then hesitated. It would make sense to want a nice rest after so much traveling, but he had something he wanted to do first.
Walking through the halls, he thought about Stark’s answer as to why he protected him. The bastard didn’t make any sense. No sense at all.
Knocking on the door, he opened it when he heard the quiet call to come in. “Hey, mom.”
Masaki smiled at him from where she was sitting in a chair and reading. “Ichigo! What a nice surprise.” She smiled and stood, hugging him gently. “You never visit anymore.” She said reproachfully.
“I just got back from a mission.”
“Oh?” She sat, patting the space beside her. “Aizen-sama works you too much.”
“Its fine, I don’t mind serving him.”
“Hm, so what was the mission about?”
“We had to search for the Vasto Lorde.” Ichigo said with a sigh. His mother looked over at him sharply.
“Did you find them?”
“Yeah…”
“And?” She prodded.
“Well one of them attacked and…Stark protected me.”
She laughed, elbowing his side. “Then why do you look so sad?”
“Because he’s just like the rest of them! He always stares at my ass and touches me when I’m sleeping and…and…”
“Saves your life?”
“Yeah! …Wait, huh?”
Masaki laughed and patted him on his orange head. “Try not to be too harsh with him. I know he can be irritating, but anyone who saves my baby can’t be all that bad.”
“I’m not a baby…” Ichigo mumbled with a pout.
“You’ll always be my baby.” She cooed and gave him a hug. They were quiet for a moment as Ichigo rested his head on her shoulder. “So, do you like him?”
“Mom!”
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In his room, Stark tried to go to sleep. This wasn’t a problem he’d ever had before. Usually, he nodded off the second he had laid down. But not this time. No, this time, his mind was full of thoughts of a certain orange haired arrancar that he wished he had here to snuggle with. Or do other things with. With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his stomach and grabbed his pillow to hold against his chest. It just wasn’t the same.
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Ichigo walked away from his mom’s room feeling a little lighter. She always had that effect on him. He was so intent on his thoughts that he didn’t realize at first that somebody was following him.
He cried out when a body slammed into him, his back painfully hitting the wall. Ichigo grimaced as he caught sight of the blue haired espada leering at him. “Grimmjow.” The fifteenth arrancar spat out.
“Hey Ichi.” Grimmjow purred and pressed his body against Ichigo’s.
“What do you want?”
“I thought that would be obvious.” Grimmjow slammed his mouth over Ichigo’s and bit down harshly, drawing blood. Ichigo jerked his head back so fast; he cracked it against the wall.
“You disgusting freak!” Ichigo yelled, trying to get away from the stronger espada, but to no avail.
“Your struggling only turns me on more.” Grimmjow growled lustfully and went in for another kiss, but Ichigo once again evaded him.
“Aizen-sama will kill you for this!”
“Tch, you want this as bad as me.” The arrancar grinned wildly and snuck his hand through the lacings of his shirt, stroking his side.
“Like hell I do! This is rape!”
“You can’t rape the willing.”
“But you can rape the unwilling.”
Grimmjow froze as he felt Stark’s reiatsu pulsing darkly behind him. He dropped to his knees under the weight of it, gasping for breath. Ichigo nearly fell over, as well, but Stark caught him and hoisted the smaller arrancar into his arms.
“You are lucky Aizen values all the espada or I would kill you right now.”
Grimmjow only gasped in response, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he slumped forward under the pressure of all that power. All Ichigo could do was shiver and squeeze his eyes shut tightly until it let up once more. Neither of them said anything as Stark sonido-ed back to his room with Ichigo still held in his arm.
Setting him down on the couch, the first espada backed up a little to give him space. Ichigo still didn’t say anything; he simply sat there with a frown and looked anywhere but at Stark. “Are you…okay? He didn’t go any further, did he?” Stark asked hesitantly.
Ichigo blinked, and then shook his head. “That’s not it.”
“What is it then?” Stark asked, emboldened by the response, and scooting closer. “I can’t have my Fraccion unwell.”
Said Fraccion’s frown deepened and a wrinkle appeared between his brows. “Is that all you see me as?”
Stark blinked and moved even closer. “No…of course not.”
Ichigo looked up then and stared into Stark’s grey eyes. “No?”
“That’s right.”
His instincts had never led him astray, so Ichigo decided to trust them yet again as he leaned up and kissed Stark softly. Just barely brushing his lips against the brunette arrancar’s, before retreating quickly with a blush. He wrung his hands in his lap when Stark didn’t say or do anything, wondering if he had done the wrong thing. Then his upper arms were being gripped firmly as Stark pulled him halfway into his lap and kissed him back.
Ichigo moaned in response, lifting his hands to tangle them in Stark’s wavy hair as he opened his mouth to the first espada’s encouraging nips. Dipping his tongue inside, Stark almost hummed in happiness as he tasted Ichigo’s mouth. The orange haired arrancar was just as curious and answered with his own slightly hesitant nibbles and exploration. Stark smirked into the kiss and tipped Ichigo onto his back, sliding his hand down from Ichigo’s biceps to his stomach and brushing his hands over the bottom of his kimono.
Stark ever so slightly lifted the hem, stroking the bare skin and Ichigo froze at the unfamiliar feeling. He liked Stark…but that didn’t mean he wanted to do anything beyond kissing. The first espada stopped and slowly retracted his hand, pulling away from the kiss to look into his Fraccion’s eyes. Ichigo blushed and looked away, making Stark chuckle. Gripping his chin, Stark began to litter small, brief kisses along his face and more lingering ones on the corner of Ichigo’s mouth.
Parting his mouth slightly, the orange haired arrancar leaned forward to capture the other’s lips once more. Stark returned it forcefully, cupping the back of Ichigo’s head and tilting his chin until it was just the right angle. Ichigo squirmed from where he was awkwardly pulled half way onto Stark and gripped the larger espada’s shoulder, dragging his leg over to straddle his lap more comfortably.
If Ichigo hadn’t frozen moments before, Stark would have normally taken this as an invitation, but the lithe arrancar kept his hips away from Stark’s groin and didn’t even seem to notice the provocative position. In fact, his actions seemed to be more intent on cuddling rather than making out. The carrot top kissed him languidly, curling his fingers through Stark’s hair as he let the other arrancar dominate it.
Following Ichigo’s lead, Stark tried to keep it mellow, but he couldn’t help but get aroused when he nuzzled Ichigo’s hair and nibbled on his ear. The fifteenth arrancar hummed in response and squirmed closer until there wasn’t any space in between their bodies and he could feel the effect he had on the other. He paused mid-kiss, making Stark huff and grip Ichigo’s hips, moving them away from his own.
“Try not to squirm.” Stark warned, his grey eyes burning with lust as he fought his own immediate reaction to rub against Ichigo. Fuck…this boy was sin.
Ichigo nodded and moved to get off of Stark, but the grip on his hips didn’t loosen, rather it tightened until Ichigo winced.
“I didn’t mean for you to get off.” Stark said with a low growl, kissing along his jaw line and down to his neck. “Just don’t…press against it.” Ichigo’s breath hitched as Stark sucked on the spot where his neck and shoulder met. “I don’t ever want to see anybody else touching you, understand?”
Nodding again, Ichigo worried his lower lip between his teeth and gasped when the other found a particularly sensitive spot. The attention felt really good, but Stark’s jealousy, more than anything, reassured him of their new relationship. As Stark gripped his back- through his kimono of course- Ichigo thought that maybe he just might be able to get used to being Stark’s Fraccion.
LINE
No sex yet! But they’re together :D Remember, this story actually has a plot (gasp!) other than them hooking up. Which is weird for me…but I’m trying!