Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Strangely enough, I cannot find this story anywhere when I'm searching, even though I still have it under my 'edit' section. It's not even on my profile! So I can't answer the reviews because I can't find the story... If someone knows whats going on, please let me know!!!

Pairing: Nnoitra x Ichigo

Summary: Ichigo is an under-cover FBI agent hoping to catch a break on the case dealing with the drug lord Aizen. That break comes when ‘Spoon’ Teresa, a man in Aizen’s inner circle, shows interest in him. He happens to be an undercover CIA agent and the two groups agree to work together, but Ichigo has to act like ‘Nnoitra Jiruga’s’ bitch.

Yes, ‘Spoon’ is what Nnoitra is known as to the others, which is a more common name than I thought before…

Contains: Molestation and attempted forced sex, both AiIchi and NnoiIchi, but they don’t get very far… It will end up as totally CONSENSUAL NnoitraxIchigo, so if the forced stuff wigs you out, then you can skip over it and enjoy reading the consensual sex later. This one is going to be a couple of parts long… I did it to help inspire me to write more for my full length fics and I needed a short (very short) break from writing all of the requests. I promise I will get to them all, though!

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- you rock my socks!

Cops and Robbers: Part 1

Ichigo rubbed his hands together and blew on them to try and keep them warm as he stood on the street corner and waited for his ride. A couple of cars had passed by already and wanted to pick him up as a prostitute and Ichigo gave them an earful. Where was that bastard?

“What’s a pretty thing like ya doing out here in the cold?” Ichigo glared at the speaker, who happened to be in a very fancy sports car pulled next to him. He recognized him instantly, although he had only seen him from afar before. He was one of the few people that Aizen trusted enough to keep close to, Spoon Teresa.

“I’m waiting for someone.” Ichigo said grudgingly and Spoon grinned.

“That wouldn’t happen to be a certain Agent Renji Abarai?” he asked and Ichigo froze at the name which made Spoon laugh.

“Get in the car, pretty thing,” Spoon said mockingly with his faux accent and Ichigo got into the car, almost on autopilot. “Get that scared look off your face, it doesn’t suit ya.”

“What do you want?” Ichigo asked after a few moments of silence.

“Hm? Maybe I should introduce myself,” Spoon said and smirked at Ichigo. “Agent Nnoitra Jiruga, I’m with the CIA.”

“CIA?” Ichigo repeated blankly and Spoon, aka Nnoitra, rolled his eye. Ichigo could see now that he was up close that the other one was covered by an eye patch which was in turn covered by Nnoitra’s long hair.

“That’s what I said,” Nnoitra drawled. “We’re willing to work with your borough on this, but ya are gonna have to play the part.”

…

Nothing could have prepared Ichigo for this. Ichigo usually was able to do undercover work really well, even if it meant shooting a line of coke every now and again. However he had never had a more uncomfortable and disconcerting time playing Nnoitra’s ‘bitch.’

Granted it got him into the inner circle, even if it was just hanging off of Nnoitra’s arm as eye candy while they talked. Ichigo still hadn’t met Aizen yet, but he knew that this was one of those things that shouldn’t be rushed.

Ichigo was hot tempered, and wasn’t very patient, which was one of the few things that was negative about him when taking these assignments, but in some ways it worked to his advantage. He got things done, more than most of the other agents, which made him more amiable to the higher ups despite his brash attitude and bright orange hair, which he was forced to dye black for the mission.

At the moment Ichigo was pressed against Nnoitra’s side with Nnoitra’s arm around his waist and lingering on the swell of his ass. Ichigo had been smoothly integrated with the others who seemed to not hold Nnoitra’s choice of gender for his companion against him. Indeed, they were also rather captivated with the man with the warm brown eyes that held so much fire and passion.

They were prodding into Ichigo’s background, trying to figure him out, which was making Ichigo uncomfortable. Nnoitra pulled Ichigo away from them, claiming that he wanted a blow job which drew plenty of laughter. He tugged Ichigo into the car he drove which was luckily faced away from the group which was still talking with heavily shaded windows.

“Get to it then,” Nnoitra said and gestured as his groin.

“What are you doing?” Ichigo asked frostily as Nnoitra smirked at him and unzipped his pants.

“What do ya think? I told ya I wanted a blow job.” He reached his hand up to grab Ichigo’s hair and push his head down but Ichigo slapped the hand away.

“Fuck off! We’re just acting, it’s not like we have to.”

“They expect those pouty lips of yours to be swollen and abused,” Nnoitra drawled. “So do it.”

“No way! That’s something I can fake,” Ichigo snarled and tried to shove him away again but Nnoitra grabbed the back of his head and his chin, holding him firmly. He looked dangerous and serious as he leaned down and stared Ichigo right in the eye.

“If ya don’t cooperate, ya and the FBI can easily be booted out of this investigation,” Nnoitra said in a low, husky tone that made Ichigo swallow nervously.

“Ya understand?” Ichigo nodded and Nnoitra released him. “Then get to it.”

Ichigo very shakily brought Nnoitra’s long, hard erection out of his pants and hesitantly leaned his head down. Nnoitra growled and shoved his head down so his mouth was forced over his cock. Ichigo coughed and gagged as it slid to the back of his throat and tried to pull away but Nnoitra held him down.

“Come on bitch,” Nnoitra growled and Ichigo had a hard time imagining the bastard as an actual CIA agent.

“Ya act like ya haven’t sucked cock before.” The brown eyes that glared up at him were his only answer. Nnoitra chuckled and massaged Ichigo’s scalp before loosening his grip slightly to allow Ichigo’s head to bob up and down. “So I’m your first? I’m flattered.”

Ichigo called him a dirty name around the salty engorged flesh in his mouth and Nnoitra groaned at the vibration.

“Fuck ya feel good,” Nnoitra said and tried to get Ichigo to take more of him but Ichigo applied slight pressure with his teeth in warning.

“Shit,” Nnoitra hissed and Ichigo narrowed his eyes in suspicion before carefully scraping his teeth against Nnoitra’s cock again. Nnoitra dropped his head back against the car seat and clutched at the door. Ichigo was pleased to have discovered the trigger to make Nnoitra come quickly. He sucked hard at his cock and made a face at the bitter taste as Nnoitra suddenly tensed and came.

Ichigo pulled away quickly but Nnoitra grabbed him by the hair so he came all over his face. Ichigo grimaced as the sticky white fluid covered him and frantically wiped it off while Nnoitra came down from his high.

He gave a smug grin at Ichigo’s debauched appearance and noticed with glee that he had managed to get some of his spunk into Ichigo’s orange hair. He chuckled and Ichigo shot him a nasty look as he cleaned himself up.

“What?”

“Strawberries and cream.”

Nnoitra grunted when Ichigo punched him hard in the stomach and then opened the door before slamming it shut furiously. Nnoitra grinned and tucked himself away before slipping out as well. The bitch could actually hit pretty hard, but not enough to faze Nnoitra for long. He joined Ichigo who was scowling and standing apart from the group who were leering at him.

“You missed a spot, pet,” Nnoitra purred and rubbed his thumb over Ichigo’s cheek were a droplet lingered.

Ichigo turned bright red and the other men laughed which made him blush even harder. Nnoitra patted him on the ass and Ichigo had to fight hard not blow their cover by punching the other agent.

“Hey Spoon, do you mind if I borrow him?” Grimmjow asked and eyed Ichigo lustfully.

“Sorry, I don’t share,” Nnoitra said and threw his arm around Ichigo to hold him against his body tightly. Ichigo was slightly relieved that Nnoitra didn’t decide that was necessary to maintain their cover, although he still wanted to kick his face in.

Ichigo also discovered he had to stay with Nnoitra in his room at his place, for appearances sake which Ichigo was finding more and more irritating. Nnoitra was too touchy feely and Ichigo would wake up with Nnoitra pressed up against him. His morning wood nestled aligned with the crevasse of Ichigo’s ass.

“Piss off Nnoitra,” Ichigo would growl and shove the other man away who even when he woke seemed inclined to rock and slide his erection along Ichigo’s ass. He liked to hold Ichigo’s hips before he could escape and take advantage of any friction he could get before Ichigo would manage to slip away.

“Why do ya always push me away?” Nnoitra asked crankily and ran a finger through his long black hair and glared at Ichigo as if it was his fault.

“Because you’re a pervert who just wants to fuck me,” Ichigo said under his breath and grabbed his clothes before stalking to the bathroom to take a shower before locking the door.

Nnoitra cursed to himself and shoved down the boxers Ichigo made him wear to bed. He wrapped his fingers around his hard on which was already leaking precum. He pumped his erection slowly in order to make it last longer as he listened to the sounds of Ichigo showering through the thin walls.

He remembered the way Ichigo’s lips felt around him and quickened the pace of his hands. He wanted to fuck the cute little FBI agent ever since he first saw him and presented the idea of keeping Ichigo close to him to his superiors in such a way that they allowed him to.

He wanted to throw Ichigo onto his stomach and spread his legs before slipping inside of them. He would spread Ichigo open with his fingers and then line himself up and thrust. He was certain that Ichigo would scream or cry, and make the most delicious noises.

“Ichigo,” Nnoitra muttered Ichigo’s name as he came and noticed that the shower had turn off and Ichigo had probably heard him. Not that Nnoitra was embarrassed about it, but he was sure Ichigo would blush and not look at him in the eye for awhile.

Ichigo wondered if the others were suspicious of Nnoitra and Ichigo because of the way they watched them, but Nnoitra explained that they were staring at Ichigo. Not because they suspected him, but because they wanted to fuck him. Not surprisingly, that didn’t make him feel more at ease.

Unfortunately for Ichigo, his looks and attractiveness would complicate things even further when Aizen called him and Nnoitra into his office. It was his first time seeing Aizen and Ichigo was surprised with how… normal he looked. He appeared almost charming as well as good natured, with his slightly wavy hair and glasses.

However, it was instantly clear to Ichigo that it was just a mask because he was obviously checking Ichigo out.

“It’s nice to finally meet the beautiful man everyone has been telling me about,” Aizen said smoothly and smiled at Ichigo.

“I am Aizen Sousuke.” Aizen held out his hand for Ichigo to shake, which he did, but instead Aizen bent at the waist and brushed his lips over the back of Ichigo’s hand.

Ichigo turned red and tried to get his hand back as quickly as possible without being rude and insulting.

“Strawberry,” Ichigo said, using his alias which was definitely not picked by him. Besides, his superiors thought that a fruity name would make him seem more like a boy-toy.

Nnoitra frowned as he noticed the way Aizen was staring intently at his Ichigo and held Ichigo closer to him.

“What a beautiful pet you have, Spoon,” Aizen said and let his eyes wander over his body. “I hope you don’t mind sharing.”

Nnoitra froze and his fingers dug into Ichigo’s arms, making Ichigo wince.

“Hm, I see you do.” Aizen gave a soft chuckle and his eyes narrowed. “I wish you would allow me just a little of his time, I promise I won’t take him completely.”

Nnoitra swallowed and his grip grew so tight that Ichigo feared he was going to break his arm. They couldn’t afford to blow their cover and it was clear that Aizen was testing Nnoitra’s loyalty. Ichigo didn’t get what his issue was, he seemed to have no problem with Ichigo whoring himself out to him.

Ichigo made his decision. It couldn’t be worse then what Nnoitra had done, right?

He stepped forward and smiled at Aizen shyly, ignored Nnoitra’s hand still clutching his arm.

“I’ve never been with a man other than Nnoitra,” Ichigo said honestly and had to fight not to stiffen when Aizen draped an arm around his waist before leading him out of the room.

“I promise to have him back in a few minutes,” Aizen told Nnoitra and closed the door behind him. It appeared that Aizen’s bedroom, or one of them at least, was the room beside the study. Ichigo was suddenly very nervous and it didn’t help that Aizen had yet to turn on the overhead light and there was only a lamp to illuminate the very dark room.

“You shouldn’t be so tense,” Aizen murmured into his ear and Ichigo could hear the sound of a zipper and a sigh before he grabbed Ichigo by the hair and forced him into his knees.

“I heard from my other men that you are very proficient at this, or at least that’s what they thought from the sounds Spoon made.”

Ichigo almost gagged as Aizen’s cock thrust into his mouth and swallowed thickly as he bobbed his head. He thought about anything else but what his mouth was doing and hoped that he would finish quickly. It turned out that it didn’t take much to get Aizen off and Ichigo didn’t have any warning before his mouth was filled with his cum. Ichigo coughed but before he could swallow or spit it out, three fingers worked into his mouth.

His initial instinct was to bite down, but he knew that would be a very bad idea so he gave the fingers the same treatment as his cock. The pressed far back into his throat until Ichigo was worried about choking and finally they were removed. Ichigo sighed with relief and thought that it was over until he was suddenly shoved onto the bed. Ichigo panicked and was about to struggle but Aizen’s cool voice whispered into his ear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck you,” he said even as he undid Ichigo’s pants and slipped his wet fingers down the back of them. “I just want a little feel.”

For Ichigo who had never had anything shoved up his ass, it was quite a surprise to have three something shoved up his ass. He let out a yelp and tried to move away but Aizen held him firmly.

“Spoon must not be very big or isn’t fucking you enough if you’re this tight,” Aizen said in amusement and began to thrust the fingers in and out of him roughly. Ichigo bit his lower lips and fought not to scream as tears of anger, pain, and embarrassment trickled down cheeks. Finally they were removed from inside of him and Aizen pulled away.

“You must be very attached to your ‘sugar daddy’,” Aizen said with a curl of his lips that Ichigo could barely see in the dim light. Ichigo nodded shortly and didn’t meet his eye as he redid his pants and then wiped away his tears.

“Look at me.” Aizen gripped his chin and tilted his head up. “Such beauty is wasted on such plain vulgarity, Nnoitra is so common. If you come to me instead I can promise you so much more.” Ichigo swallowed at the chance to gain more evidence against Aizen, but didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention what he would have to do for it was a high price.

“I-I can’t right now…” Ichigo flushed and looked away from Aizen who seemed satisfied.

“Come when you can then, Ichigo.” He led Ichigo out of the room and Ichigo winced as his backside was jarred. Fuck, Aizen was really rough with him. He didn’t meet Nnoitra’s eyes when Nnoitra grabbed him away from Aizen. He was sure he made for a very slutty picture with his mouth abused and his clothes rumpled. The limp in his step didn’t help either and they thankfully left quickly. The grip on his arm from Nnoitra was tight and the other agent didn’t say anything.

He practically threw Ichigo into the car and started it up with a roar. It was only then Ichigo looked over at Nnoitra who was frowning heavily and looked very angry. Neither of them said anything all the way back to their apartment and Nnoitra dragged him up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind them.

“Nnoitra-” Ichigo began but he didn’t get out anymore because Nnoitra shoved him hard up against the door and pinned him there before ravishing his mouth. Ichigo yelled in protest and tried to twist his head away but Nnoitra followed him.

“What did ya let him do to, ya slut?” Nnoitra hissed and began to yank off Ichigo’s clothes.

“I didn’t ‘let’ him do anything!” Ichigo snarled back and shoved Nnoitra hard away from him. He started to walk toward the bathroom for a shower but Nnoitra tackled him from behind, making him hit the ground with a painful grunt.

“What the fuck Nnoitra!?” Ichigo yelled and tried to kick him off but Nnoitra managed to yank down his pants to immobilize his legs and bare his ass. “What the hell are you doing!?”

“Ya are my pet and I can use ya anyway I want to,” Nnoitra hissed into his ear and Ichigo heard the sounds of his pants being undone before he was pressed flat on Ichigo’s back. Ichigo couldn’t believe he was about to be raped by Nnoitra, it was totally unreal.

“Nnoitra, stop!!!” Ichigo cried in a panic and then let out a choked scream when Nnoitra entered him without any preparation of lubricant. It was agonizing, and not just physically either.

“Ya are pretty tight for just being fucked,” Nnoitra growled in pleasure and gave a sharp thrust.

“That’s because I wasn’t just fucked,” Ichigo mumbled through his sobs of pain, making Nnoitra halt his thrusts.

“…what?”

“I said that’s because I wasn’t just fucked!” Ichigo spat and clawed at the floor with a cry when Nnoitra abruptly pulled out of him and flipped him onto his back. Ichigo’s eyes were clamped shut and his cheeks were raw with tears but Nnoitra forced him to open up his warm brown eyes.

“What did Aizen do to ya?”

Ichigo didn’t answer and Nnoitra’s fingers dug into his face. “Answer me!”

“He just made me suck him off and then fingered me,” Ichigo said in a hollow voice and the grip on his face eased up and Nnoitra lifted him up. He carried Ichigo to his room and dropped him on his bed. Ichigo tried to scramble away for fear of Nnoitra finishing what he started. Nnoitra growled and grabbed him by the ankle to yank him back.

Ichigo cried out as his lower back was strained and he curled in on himself in pain. Nnoitra paused and gently turned Ichigo onto his back. Ichigo stiffened as he brushed his lips softly over Ichigo’s and then pulled away.

“What I did to ya…was that your first time?” Nnoitra asked hesitantly and Ichigo nodded, he was slightly relieved that at least Nnoitra hadn’t gone all the way. Nnoitra cursed and drag his hand through his hair, looking uncertain.

“Alright, let me see.” He tugged off Ichigo’s pants and moved to spread Ichigo’s legs apart and Ichigo lashed out at him.

“No, don’t!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya!” Nnoitra growled and pried the now hysterical Ichigo’s legs apart.

“Please stop!” Ichigo sobbed as Nnoitra prodded his entrance and delved inside, making him cry out.

“All right, all right, I’m done now,” Nnoitra said and removed his hand. He sighed and stared down at Ichigo who still wouldn’t look at him. He moved to brush a strand of hair away from his face and Ichigo flinched.

“Look Ichi, I’m sorry,” Nnoitra said uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just pissed off cuz I thought ya let Aizen fuck ya.”

“Is that supposed to justify it?” Ichigo asked and Nnoitra frowned.

“No, I’m just explaining.” Nnoitra moved back in between and Ichigo stiffened. “Ya don’t know how hard it is for me to be around ya so much and ya never let me fuck ya.”

“Get off of me Nnoitra!”

Nnoitra snorted and rubbed his erection against Ichigo’s ass and the head of his cock pressed against his entrance.

“Don’t….” Ichigo threw his arms around Nnoitra and hugged him tightly. “Please don’t Nnoitra, please don’t…” Ichigo chanted and Nnoitra froze before he sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around Ichigo as well.

“I’m not gonna,” Nnoitra said gruffly and ran his hands up and down Ichigo’s back.

“Listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea for ya to work on this case anymore,” Nnoitra said, making Ichigo stiffen in his arms. “Ya are too tempting for someone to take advantage of ya. That includes me and all of Aizen’s minions, not to mention Aizen himself.”

Ichigo pulled his head back to scowl at Nnoitra, forgetting his vulnerability in his anger.

“After all the things I’ve been through because of this, there is no way I am backing down now!” Ichigo spat and shoved away from Nnoitra.

“Don’t you dare pull me off of this or else what Aizen and you did to me will be meaningless.” He stormed out of the room and slammed the door to the bathroom, leaving Nnoitra staring after him.

“Ichigo, don’t ya know that you’re mine?”

LINE

This is so angsty… But I was in the mood for some NnoiIchi like this, it feels a bit more realistic. There will be a second and third part to this, but I will be writing requests in between, so no worries to those who don’t like this pairing!

Hopefully this story will show up again...