Stained

Review Replies-kunitsu: I really am overly fond of all these semes molesting Ichigo... It's a sickness that has no cure other than MORE YAOI.
usmorgan: Thanks! Bad boys are my favorite semes.
Tiramisu: *tee hee* You said hard!
Lynzee: My fave Bleach characters would have to be (other than Ichigo) Starrk, Kenpachi and Grimmjow.
Shadowoflight: haha! He is kind of like Shikamaru... but don't worry, Starrk won't be cloud watching or saying 'troublesome' a lot =D
Blasterblurby: I'll see if I can work her in... I love Nel too =)
meshala101: all of *those* questions will be answered in the next chapter >:3
MasterAkira: It's so funny...after I read your review I was watching our peacock strutting around the yard displaying for our peahen... I laughed really hard.

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Stained: Chapter 6

“Another one…” Isshin said in a strangely monotone voice as he watched the evening news. It was the fifth victim in two weeks, which was a lot of murders in a short amount of time, even for a serial killer. All of them Perfects.

Isshin sighed and rubbed his scruffy chin as he stared at the ceiling, thinking heavily. He knew what ‘they’ would do now. The government needed to show that they were doing something about the murders in order to placate the higher ups, that is, the Perfects who ruled the country. They would strike at the ones that were already the lowest of the low, the Nocuous.

Isshin closed his eyes and grimaced as the image of Masaki’s body sprawled in the alley assaulted him. He wasn’t fond of Nocuous, but he knew that it was irrational because it was only one who killed his wife and maimed his son. He knew that blaming the Nocuous was wrong, but what was he supposed to do?

…

Ichigo stayed to the right of Ryuu, trusting the mohawked Mongrel to keep his blind side safe as he walked to class. Shirosaki had said nothing about the kiss, although he did smirk rather widely as Ichigo and looked smug. At the moment, that was the least of Ichigo’s concerns.

Kenpachi walked directly behind Ichigo, not so close that he was stepping on his heals, but close enough that Ichigo felt uncomfortable about the power directed at him. Kenpachi seemed to have no control over it, or didn’t care about that, and allowed it to wash over Ichigo.

Despite not being channeled, Kenpachi’s power was drawn to Ichigo and hovered around him. Sometimes a tendril snuck out to caress Ichigo’s own aura before retreating immediately and running back to Kenpachi as though it was shy. Ryuu thought that it was funny how it made Ichigo turn red, but Grimmjow and Shirosaki were slightly irritated that it drew Ichigo’s attention so much.

“Shirosaki...” Shirosaki paused as he heard Stark’s voice. He glanced over to see Stark hidden in an alcove, looking as bored as ever. He glanced after his oblivious friends before stepping over to speak with Stark.

“What?”

“It’s begun.”

…

Grimmjow pulled Ichigo aside as well while Starrk and Shirosaki talked, pressing him into an alcove further ahead and waved Ryuu on. Ryuu did so with a shrug and Grimmjow and Ichigo were left alone.

“What’s wrong with you Jeagerjaques?”

“What’s it going to take to get you to say my name, Ich-i-go?” Grimmjow said, enunciating each syllable and making Ichigo blush.

“I’m leaving.” He muttered and turned to go, but Grimmjow caught his arm and yanked him back. Ichigo froze as Grimmjow stared down at him, his blue eyes bright and penetrating.

“You know if anybody gives you any trouble, we’ll take care of them for you.”

“You mean other than you guys?” Ichigo said with a scowled but at Grimmjow’s sharp look he sighed. “I can take care of myself.”

“Right.” Grimmjow muttered and a sour look came over his face as he dropped Ichigo’s arm. “Keep your legs tightly closed together and you shouldn’t have any problems.” He said and then began walking to class.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Ichigo shouted after him and ran to catch up before colliding with Kenpachi’s strong frame. “Oi, Kenpachi…”

“Ichigo.” Kenpachi actually lifted Ichigo off of his feet and pressed him against the wall. “You and me need to go a couple rounds in the ring sometime.” He said and grinned broadly.

“Uh, I think I’ll pass…” Ichigo squirmed and tried to put his feet on solid ground again but Kenpachi held him firmly.

“I wouldn’t say no to a few rounds in between the sheets either.”

Ichigo turned bright red and promptly kicked Kenpachi in between the legs, making the man grunt and drop him. A passing Imperfect girl Ichigo remembered as Hiyori gave them both a sour look and moved on. Ichigo raced back the other way and paused as he saw Starrk and Shirosaki whispering together. He hid himself in a doorway and eavesdropped on their conversation out of curiosity.

…

“It’s begun.” Starrk said and Shirosaki froze, a small amount of worry overcoming him. Something he didn’t usually feel.

“Has it actually started?”

“My old man called to tell me that he had to hide underground because they came to his house. He thinks I can find my own hiding spot, he’s already taken my little sister and hidden her as well.”

Shirosaki winced and rubbed the back of his neck. He had no family to warn him, and the teachers wouldn’t dare go against the government to do so.

“So, you have a place that will be safe?” Shirosaki asked hopefully, but Stark just stared at him.

“Fuck, what will we do?”

“I can probably help with that.”

They hadn’t heard Ichigo coming, despite the now empty halls. Ichigo was biting his lip and looking at them sheepishly despite his firm resolve. After being shaken out of their startled stupor, it was Shirosaki who spoke first.

“Oh?” Shirosaki said, raising an eyebrow and sneering. “How can you do that?”

“You can stay with me. No one will think to look for you at a Perfect’s house.”

“Tch, what about your family?” Shirosaki snapped, forcing himself to deal with the realities of the situation. “Ya think they will just let us stay there?”

“My dad has an apartment on the other side of the city that he stays at when he’s too tired to drive home from the hospital.” Ichigo smirked a little at Shirosaki. “I stay there too sometimes, to get away from the goat face.” Or when he couldn’t stand looking at all the Prefects around him (not including his family), but he wasn’t going to tell them that.

Shirosaki was tempted to sneer at the blatant show of wealth, but who was he to complain when it could very well help him.

“Why?” Stark asked simply, making Ichigo blink before he interpreted the question.

He let out a huff and rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down the hall to make sure that nobody else was coming.

“You guys have both helped me.” Ichigo said grudgingly and didn’t meet their eyes. “And… I know that it’s stupid, what they’re doing.”

There was no need to ask Ichigo what he meant. Shirosaki and Stark both nodded slightly.

“We need to go now though, before the cops come to the school.”

They managed to sneak out of the school without getting caught, but after that it was a bit more difficult. It was hard to mask auras as strong as Stark and Shirosaki’s, but there was a way to do it that wasn’t too hard or obvious, although Ichigo was loathe to do it.

“I didn’t know your aura could expand to others so easily.” Shirosaki said gleefully and swung the hand that held Ichigo’s cheerfully.

“Stop that.” Ichigo grumbled, but didn’t dare yank his hand away. Stark had the other one, and it made him irritated and tense because he couldn’t see out of that eye. He trusted Stark not to attack him at the moment, but that knowledge didn’t make his anxiety lessen.

Holding their hands struck a painful cord in his heart as he remembered that day when he held his mother’s hand. These were two Nocuous that he was helping, and it made him feel like he was betraying his mother in some way.

He knew that the Nocuous who killed his mother was the only one to blame, but he also though that (albeit stereotypically) most Nocuous had that type of personality. They were made to destroy things. That’s all they knew what to do, and yet for some reason Ichigo was drawn and even attracted to the two Nocuous he was saving.

But it wasn’t the time to dwell on those matters, because they weren’t out of danger yet. They only needed to get to Stark’s car, and then from the car to the apartment, but it was still dangerous if anybody was watching. They drew a few glances for the clasped hand, but it was mild attention considering the kind they were trying to avoid.

Ichigo opened the door to the apartment with his spare key and sighed with relief as Stark and Shirosaki were finally inside.

“It’s small.” Shirosaki commented as he looked around the one bedroom apartment that had an open living room that was attached to a kitchen and dining area.

“I told you it’s just a place he crashes at when he can’t get home.” Ichigo grumbled at the complaint.

Stark went over to the couch and sprawled out, sighing at the comfortable cushions. As Ichigo pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to call his dad, Shirosaki and Stark admired the lithe body. Shirosaki glanced at Stark who was staring at Ichigo’s ass and frowned slightly, thinking.

“Yeah dad, don’t worry, I’m staying at the apartment.” There was a pause as Isshin began to blubber. “Shut up, goat face! I need some space right now.”

Ichigo winced as Isshin asked if it was because of Orihime. He hated to use her death as an excuse, but it would get goat face off of his back.

“Yeah…I just need to be alone. I’m serious.” He was, and he knew his dad would sense that and actually leave him alone. Isshin trusted Ichigo enough to let him be on his own anyways.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Tell Karin and Yuzu that I love them.” He hung up the phone and then froze as Shirosaki pressed behind him, leaving not an inch between them as he nuzzled Ichigo’s neck.

“Mm, Ichi, I wonder how we’ll pass the time?” He darted his tongue out and tasted his flesh and Ichigo stiffened and stepped away quickly to the door.

“I have to get some groceries!” Ichigo said quickly and moved to the door, but Shirosaki held him firmly and tilted his head to kiss him.

Ichigo froze and swallowed as Shirosaki moved his surprisingly soft lips against his and coaxed a moan from his throat. Ichigo turned bright red and Shirosaki smirked, making anger rise in Ichigo’s chest. He punched Shirosaki hard in the stomach and he released Ichigo with a grunt. While he was still recovering Ichigo darted to the door and slipped out before Shirosaki could stop him.

“Damn.” Shirosaki cursed and frowned. “Why didn’t ya stop him Stark? Ya are fast enough to.”

Stark sat up and crossed his arms over his chest as he studied Shirosaki. “He needs to feel at ease with us.”

“Tch, why is that?”

“Do you want to rape him?” The emphasis on the word was dark and dangerous, and a cold glint appeared in Stark’s eyes as he gazed at Shirosaki.

“Of course not.”

The oppressive tension in the room dissipated slightly and the harsh light disappeared from Stark’s eyes.

“We need to be careful with him.”

“He can heal most injuries that we would give him.” Shirosaki said with a frown and Stark stared at him.

“I don’t just mean physically.”

“Hm…” Shirosaki stared at the door that Ichigo left through. “He’s not the type for casual sex.”

“Does that bother you?” Stark was actually interested in the answer to that question. He wouldn’t allow Shirosaki to continue if he wanted just sex, Stark wouldn’t share Ichigo with someone like that.

“Nah, not really. It works out better that way, right? Means he won’t cheat on us.”

“Us?”

Shirosaki glanced at Stark.

“Unless ya want to just let me have him.”

“No.” The answer was absolute, leaving no room for discussion. “I wonder how your friend Grimmjow will feel about you having Ichigo.”

“He’ll understand.” Shirosaki said confidently.

“But are you will to risk his friendship to be with Ichigo?” The bored tone was still in Stark’s voice, but Shirosaki knew that he was trying to dig at Shirosaki, test him to see how far he would take it.

“Grimmjow knows I want Ichi too, so he’s fair game.”

Stark said nothing in response so Shirosaki decided to take the opportunity to look at the bedroom.

“Do ya think he’s a virgin?” Shirosaki asked as he threw open the bedroom door and inspected the bed. It was big, that was good. It would be uncomfortable for both Stark and Shirosaki to fuck Ichigo on a small bed.

“Obviously.”

“Heh, yeah, his ass is so tight it squeaks when he walks.”

Stark raised an eyebrow at that statement and Shirosaki grinned wickedly.

“I bet with that convenient healing power of his, he’ll stay just as tight no matter what we do to him.”

Stark sighed and closed his eyes as Shirosaki began to talk to himself. Stark wasn’t really paying attention, but he cracked open an eye when he caught the word ‘stretch’ and ‘double penetration.’

Shirosaki blinked when he noticed Stark giving him a funny look.

“What?”

“Don’t you think we should wait awhile before we both take him?”

“I bet he’d like it.” Shirosaki grinned broadly as he went into his fantasy world yet again.

“We don’t even know if he’ll let even one of us have sex with him.” Stark said calmly, rudely bringing Shirosaki back to the real world.

“I’ll just have to persuade him.” Shirosaki narrowed his eyes and an evil smirk slid onto his face making Stark watch him closely.

“I won’t let you force him.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make him want it.” Shirosaki said and then began to look around the house for something.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something to use as lubricant.”

Stark raised an eyebrow as Shirosaki lifted a couch cushion. Did he honestly think something like that would be there? But despite Shirosaki’s idiocy, Stark knew that it was a good idea to try and find something before Ichigo came back so they weren’t scrambling for it and used something inadequate.

“Ya think this would work?” Shirosaki held up a stick of butter and Stark sighed before walking over to the bathroom. There were the normal toiletries which wouldn’t be of any use, but Stark managed to find a bottle of baby lotion underneath the sink. It looked old and dusty, but it was better then nothing.

Shirosaki grinned at the discovery and set it on the bedside table before flopping on the bed and unzipping his pants.

“Now what?” Stark said, feeling a little exasperated by Shirosaki.

“Heh? Oh… I don’t want to shoot off too early, do I? Better get some of it out now so I’ll last longer later.”

Stark decided that Shirosaki was too tiring to even converse with and went back into the living room to wait for Ichigo. His dick stirred at just the thought of Ichigo. Ichigo had peaked Stark’s interest the moment he had seen him, with his bright orange hair and scarred face that did nothing to detract from his beauty.

When he saw the thugs attack Ichigo, he felt so angry at the thought of them touching Ichigo, hurting him. The sight of Ichigo pinned underneath Nnoitra and gasping for breath made him see red and he had to hold himself back from ripping all of them to shreds.

The not-quite-kiss they had shared was far too brief for Stark’s liking, and all he wanted to do was take Ichigo against the alley’s dirty wall. Thoughts of ripping off his pants and thrusting into him without a care for anyone who might have passed by, or consent, went through his mind. But he didn’t want to rape Ichigo, despite his lust for him. So he let him go.

Now he had a chance to have Ichigo willingly and he didn’t care if Shirosaki was there as well as long as Ichigo remained (relatively) unharmed, with no rape involved. He wanted Ichigo. The beautiful, scarred Imperfect who drew others to him not for his looks, but his personality which demanded that everyone take notice of him. His power commanded respect, and Stark wasn’t entirely certain that Ichigo knew how amazing he was.

Stark shifted uncomfortably on the couch as the memory of Ichigo’s hand held in his and his power pouring over him made his dick harden. He considered pleasuring himself until Ichigo arrived, but he planned on fucking Ichigo more then once, so it wouldn’t matter if the first time was quick.

So he waited, slightly impatiently for Ichigo to come back so that they could make him theirs.

LINE

I think the most difficulty that I am having with this story stems from the semes ability to ‘share’ Ichigo. If it was just a smut fic I could throw them all together in a sexy orgy, but because romantic feelings are attached, along with a sub plot, then there is a certain delicacy to it.

Please let me know if I am managing to do this right! Smut is in the next chapter.