Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

The second part! Which is really fluffy compared to the first part… Although it does have a bit of angst, still. Alright, a lot of angst. This is also turning out to be longer then I expected so it might be more than just one part after this… maybe even five parts total.

I hadn’t heard of ‘limerence’ until recently, but it was such an interesting idea that I had to include it.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thank you!

Cops and Robbers: Part 2

A week had passed since Aizen had asked Nnoitra to bring Ichigo, aka Strawberry, to his office to meet him. A week since Aizen molested him and Nnoitra forced himself on him. A week since Ichigo stopped talking to Nnoitra except in the presence of others to hold their cover.

A week had passed, and Nnoitra thought that he was going crazy. Ichigo was always there, in front of Nnoitra and driving him mad with being so damn sexy, but he couldn’t touch. He tried not to grope Ichigo in private, leaving it for when they were in public and had to put on an act. Of course it wasn’t acting for Nnoitra who took every opportunity to squeeze that pert little ass and stroke his body.

Ichigo wasn’t very happy about it, but he put on his fake smile and pretended to lean into it, which made Nnoitra kind of happy. He didn’t want to admit it, but he actually liked the damn kid. At first it was just pure, obsessive, possessive lust. But now Nnoitra was feeling something more for him.

Fuck, he had probably for awhile, and Ichigo hated his guts. Not that he blamed his Strawberry, after he had hurt him so badly. He hadn’t even gotten all of the way inside of Ichigo, but he knew that he put Ichigo through a lot of pain for a very selfish reason. He wanted to claim Ichigo and make sure that no one ever touched him again.

Nnoitra had read an article once, in one of the magazines lying around in the bathroom. It was about an American psychologist named Dorothy Tennov who researched ‘romantic love experiences.’ She came up with a term that was supposed to describe the ultimate, almost obsessive form of romantic love, she called it limerence.

He didn’t know if he loved the fuckable kid, but he was definitely feeling everything else that went along with it. He was obsessed with Ichigo and he couldn’t stop thinking about him even when he tried so hard not to. He was anxious and super sensitive to everything around him. It was becoming damned inconvenient, especially when he and Ichi still had a job to do.

One night, almost a month into Ichigo joining Nnoitra undercover, Ichigo and Nnoitra, aka Strawberry and Spoon, were invited to play poker with the rest of the guys. It was kind of a big deal because that meant they were getting closer to the inner circle where they could really dig up some dirt to convict them.

It was funny how the other guys would treat Nnoitra and Ichigo almost like they were a single entity. It was never just Spoon or Strawberry, it was Spoon and Strawberry. The only time they were spoken to or about separately was when commenting on Ichigo’s hot ass and other things that went along with it.

Ichigo and Nnoitra had to share a chair around the table because they didn’t have enough. It wasn’t too awkward or uncomfortable physically because Nnoitra’s long legs were higher then the chair, thus making it so Ichigo didn’t slip off his knees. Ichigo sat sideways across his lap with his legs draped over the arm rest and cuddled against the nook of Nnoitra’s arm.

Nnoitra was really, really, REALLY comfortable. He liked the way he could reach up and run his fingers through Ichigo’s bright orange hair casually while looking at his cards. He lost big time because he was so distracted by Ichigo, but he didn’t care. Their closeness drew catcalls, making Ichigo blush, but didn’t make any move to stand.

Ichigo leaned up and nipped at Nnoitra’s ear, making Nnoitra shudder.

“You’re lucky my ass isn’t sore anymore or else I would kill you for making me sit for so long,” Ichigo murmured softly and Nnoitra snorted in amusement before he could help himself. Ichigo bit his ear harder that time.

“Oi Strawberry, I heard that Aizen wants a piece of your sweet ass, as well,” Grimmjow said from across the table as Il Forte dealt a new hand.

Ichigo frowned and Nnoitra growled low in the back of his throat while holding Ichigo to him tighter.

Grimmjow laughed at the display and shook his head. “I guess that answers that question. But I should warn you, Aizen always gets what he wants, even if you don’t want it.”

Nnoitra’s grip on Ichigo increased so much that Ichigo gasped in pain and struggled a little bit. Nnoitra eased up slightly and glanced down at Ichigo with his brow furrowed.

“You should be honored to be desired by Aizen-sama,” Ulquiorra, the extremely loyal member of the gang, said. He was staring Ichigo now with a critical look in his eye. “Trash like you doesn’t deserve someone like him.”

Ichigo recoiled at being called trash and opened his mouth to snap back, but Nnoitra beat him to it.

“Don’t talk about my Pet like that,” Nnoitra growled dangerously and Ichigo shivered at the deadly intent he felt coming off of Nnoitra in waves. “I’ll rip out ya’r guts and wear them as a belt if ya do it again.”

One of the other gang members coughed nervously at the tension and Nnoitra and Ulquiorra glared at each other from across the table.

“Yeah, don’t talk about Strawberry like that,” Grimmjow piped in, easing the atmosphere slightly. “You’re just jealous because Aizen wants him and not you.”

Ulquiorra bristled and turned his glare to Grimmjow instead before getting up and leaving in a huff. Ichigo relaxed slightly and nuzzling against Nnoitra’s throat, making Nnoitra almost hiss in pleasure.

“Don’t worry about Ulquiorra, Strawberry,” Szayel, the pink haired drug dealer of the group said, “He’s been trying to seduce Aizen for years without any luck and you don’t even try and you get him.”

“Ulquiorra can have him if he wants,” Ichigo grumbled and grabbed his and Nnoitra’s neglected cards on the table.

“I’m fine with who I’m with.” Although for some reason, Ichigo felt uneasy about the whole ordeal with Ulquiorra…

“Heh, ya better be,” Nnoitra said arrogantly and inconspicuously rubbed his thumb on the bare skin of Ichigo’s stomach.

Ichigo shifted slightly and sent him a look. Nnoitra grinned and while the others were busy checking their own cards, he cupped the back of Ichigo’s head and kissed him. Ichigo tensed and it was clear he wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t or else it would raise questions about their relationship.

Therefore he opened his mouth hesitantly and flinched slightly when Nnoitra deepened it with tongue. Nnoitra wouldn’t let him stop the kiss casually, either. He held on tightly and kissed almost languidly, despite the passion and enthusiasm behind it. Ichigo inhaled sharply and actually began to melt into it when Il Forte coughed to get their attention.

Ichigo managed to escape the kiss then, with his lips looking very ravished. Grimmjow stared at his mouth unabashedly. Another member that barely ever talked and was always sleeping, Starrk, was also starring at him, but he actually turned red a little when he saw Ichigo notice him. Hm, Ichigo never thought he would meet a shy gangster.

When they left for the night both of them were in between being buzzed and intoxicated. Nnoitra always drank, but Ichigo wanted to forget about the kiss between them that actually made him forget himself and actually desire Nnoitra. Not to mention forgetting what Nnoitra did to him…

Unfortunately, as with most people, Ichigo’s inhibitions lowered a lot when he was drunk. Even if he wasn’t totally smashed, Nnoitra was also the same way, which was probably why he didn’t remove his hand from Ichigo’s ass even when they got to their apartment building. Ichigo didn’t push him away, either.

On the way up to their apartment in the elevator, Nnoitra began to press even closer to Ichigo. Which was a pretty big feat to accomplish considered there wasn’t an inch of space in between them. Ichigo blinked in confusion as Nnoitra pushed him against the wall and gripped Ichigo’s hips.

“Wh…” Ichigo trailed off as he stared into Nnoitra’s violet eye as he stared down at Ichigo. Nnoitra seemed content just to stare for a few moments before he leaned down to kiss Ichigo. That was when Ichigo’s inhibitions went out the window. He wrapped his arms behind Nnoitra’s head and pulled him close for a deeper kiss. Nnoitra was surprised for a moment, but that didn’t stop him.

It was a wet, rough, sloppy kiss that was probably the worst and best kiss of all time. They were both putting so much energy and passion in it that they didn’t concentrate at all on finesse. Just as Nnoitra began to slip his hand under Ichigo’s shirt, the elevator stopped at their floor.

Nnoitra thought about continuing anyway, but decided that their apartment would be the best place. He grabbed Ichigo’s hand and tugged the inebriated Strawberry to their place and hastily unlocked the door. Nnoitra always wondered what it would be like to have Ichigo willing in his arms. It turned out to be better then he imagined.

When Nnoitra pushed Ichigo up against the door they just tumbled through, Ichigo squirmed to get closer to him. Ichigo was apparently a very affectionate drunk because he nuzzled and kissed Nnoitra happily and even made happy mewling noises when Nnoitra sucked or nibbled on the right spot.

He lifted Ichigo up and carried him to their bedroom without even breaking the kiss. Ichigo wrapped his legs around Nnoitra’s waist and yanked the band out of his hair to run his fingers through it. Nnoitra growled and dropped Ichigo on the bed to tear off his clothes. He knew he was kind of moving fast, but he didn’t want Ichigo to suddenly change his mind.

Ichigo was completely naked now and Nnoitra fumbled for the lube in his bedside table and hastily poured some on his fingers. Ichigo balked when Nnoitra rushed through the preparation and clamped his legs together automatically. Nnoitra growled and coaxed them apart again.

Ichigo twisted his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut as Nnoitra lined his leaking, aching erection up to Ichigo’s hole and-

The sound of Ichigo’s cell phone ringing cut into the room. Ichigo had customized the ring tone so he knew that the person who was calling was none other than Aizen Sousuke.

Nnoitra snarled and was just about to shove himself forward anyway, but Ichigo was already reaching for the phone. One thing you learned about Aizen was that you NEVER ignored his calls, and he always knew when you did. Ichigo slipped out from underneath Nnoitra as he picked up the phone and Nnoitra felt like screaming in frustration.

“Aizen-sama,” Ichigo said as he answered. His body stiff from anxiety already. Nnoitra sighed and sat behind Ichigo to caress his body. Nnoitra couldn’t hear Aizen’s side of the conversation, but all of a sudden Ichigo froze and his eyes widened in…fear?

“That…no, Aizen-sama I can’t!” Ichigo started to stutter and his erection was now completely deflated. Nnoitra frowned. He had a feeling he wouldn’t like this.

“No, of course I want to please you,” Ichigo said anxiously and bit his lower lip, “but Nnoitra is my lover and…”

Ichigo swallowed and waited a few seconds before sighing.

“I understand Aizen-sama,” he said hollowly and ran his hand nervously through his hair, “I’ll be there then.”

He hung up the phone and buried his face in his hands. Both of them were completely sober now and Nnoitra was already wishing he wasn’t.

“What does he want?” Nnoitra asked suspiciously and Ichigo took a deep, shaky breath.

“He wants me to come live with him and be his lover,” Ichigo said, leaving out the way Aizen said it, which was sure to make Nnoitra pissed off.

“No, ya aren’t allowed,” Nnoitra said immediately and clung onto him. “Ya are staying here with me.”

“I have to! Otherwise our cover is blown. Besides, I might be able to get more information this way.” Despite the strong words, Ichigo’s voice wavered and it sounded like he was about to cry.

“God damn it!!!” Nnoitra yelled and had to convince himself that killing Aizen was not an option. “Fuck, ya are getting in too deep, ya have to pull out…” Nnoitra trailed off when Ichigo got that look in his eye again which had proceeded the week of silent treatment. “I’m worried about ya,” Nnoitra said, deciding to be frank with him. “I don’t want ya with anybody else.”

Ichigo’s eyes softened and he leaned back to kiss him softly.
“Um, Nnoitra, would you…” Ichigo trailed off with a blush on his face. “I mean, I don’t want my first time to be with him, and he’ll know we haven’t had sex or anything yet if he takes it…”

Nnoitra understood what Ichigo was saying and a small thrill went through him. Right now he would ignore anything else except for Ichigo. He wouldn’t think about what Ichigo was going to do afterwards or anything else.

“He said I have three hours to get all my stuff together, and to,” Ichigo swallowed nervously, “shower.”

Ichigo looked like he was about to cry and Nnoitra hated that. He pulled Ichigo back to the center of the bed. Ichigo didn’t protest the action, but his cock was still uninterested and Nnoitra blamed Aizen. Nnoitra wrapped his longer fingers around Ichigo and slowly stroked. Ichigo bit his lower lip at the sensation and Nnoitra leaned down to kiss him, taking the lower lip into his mouth instead.

Ichigo shivered and ran his fingers through Nnoitra’s hair while Nnoitra kissed him carefully. Ichigo growled at that and was about to deepen it when Nnoitra slipped two fingers inside of him. Ichigo bit down on his lip again at the pain. Nnoitra had prepared him earlier, but it wasn’t nearly enough for what they were about to do.

Nnoitra lapped at the blood from his lips and dug his fingernail into the slit of Ichigo’s penis, making Ichigo groan in pleasure and discomfort. He easily found Ichigo’s prostate and crooked his fingers against it. Ichigo’s hips bucked upward and a sound of pleasure escaped his lips, making Nnoitra feel very smug.

He slipped his fingers out of Ichigo and reached for the condoms he kept in the bedside table before hesitating. Ichigo frowned in confusion and wondered if Nnoitra was starting to have second thoughts.

“I wanna come inside ya,” Nnoitra said in a low, husky voice. “To mark ya as mine.”

“Er, I don’t know,” Ichigo said uncertainly. “You don’t have anything, do you?”

“Nope, I got checked out before I started this mission and I haven’t slept with anyone but ya since then,” Nnoitra said and rubbed his thumbs along Ichigo’s hips while staring down at him intently. “I promise ya it will be better then the time before.”

Ichigo scowled at the mention and let out an irritated huff of air.

“Don’t bring that up, it’s a mood killer,” Ichigo said and looked away.

Nnoitra didn’t say anything more of the subject although he did want to talk about it eventually. He had a feeling that if Ichigo wasn’t drunk or about to have sex with a criminal then he wouldn’t have been forgiven so easily.

He slicked his erection up with the lube and had to grip the base of his dick tightly so he didn’t shoot off early. Now that would have been embarrassing.

“Can I fuck ya on your back or do ya want to be on ya’r stomach?” Nnoitra asked, personally preferring Ichigo on his back.

“Back,” Ichigo answered immediately. “I want to see your face so I can think about that instead of Aizen when he’s…”

He didn’t need to say anymore and Nnoitra was flattered that Ichigo wanted to imagine him instead. Especially since Aizen was considered to be very good looking by most people… Compared to Aizen, Nnoitra was a praying mantis to a butterfly.

“Remember to relax,” Nnoitra warned Ichigo who glared at him. Nnoitra snickered and knelt in between Ichigo’s legs before lifting Ichigo’s hips up so he was partially resting on Nnoitra’s lap but his upper back and shoulders were still on the bed. Nnoitra lined his hard cock up to Ichigo’s entrance and slowly increased the pressure there until the head popped past the first ring of resistance.

Ichigo inhaled sharply and his big, beautiful brown eyes grew wide at the pain. As soon as the head was in, Nnoitra leaned over Ichigo, propping himself up in his forearms on either side of Ichigo’s body. Ichigo stared up at him and Nnoitra was struck by a wave of emotion as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Nnoitra slid into Ichigo a little further and the moment shattered when Ichigo grimaced in pain.

“Fuck, that hurts!” Ichigo complained and glared up at Nnoitra like it was his fault- oh wait, it was his fault. “J-just stop for a second, okay?”

Nnoitra groaned and dropped his forehead to rest on Ichigo’s shoulder. It was damn near impossible to stop now and his body ached to penetrate him to the hilt without waiting.

“Damn ya, Ichi,” Nnoitra grumbled and did as Ichigo asked. “I don’t know if I can hold out any longer.”

“Ah, fuck…” Ichigo cursed and tilted his hips up, allowing Nnoitra to slide in a few more inches.

“Just do it then, we need to hurry,” Ichigo said urgently and Nnoitra couldn’t deny it.

“Just don’t tense,” Nnoitra muttered and then with a sharp thrust of his hips he was buried completely inside of Ichigo and his back arched up into him.

“AGH!!!” Ichigo screamed like he had before on the night Nnoitra took him without prep or lube or anything. Nnoitra knew that Ichigo couldn’t be in as much agony as then, but he knew he was still hurting a lot. “Ungh…. Nnoitra,” Ichigo pleaded and dug his nails into Nnoitra’s back. “That really hurts…”

“I’m sorry,” Nnoitra said truthfully and tried to ignore the pleasure he was in himself, which was pretty damn hard. “Come on Ichi-pet, ease up on me a little or I’ll lose control and fuck ya hard.”

“Don’t call me pet,” Ichigo grumbled and slowly began to relax. “Ah…oh god, please just move!”

Nnoitra wasn’t going to question him. He pulled back and thrust in quickly, making Ichigo keen and clutch at his shoulders while he tried to calm himself. Nnoitra palmed Ichigo’s slightly flagging erection and sucked on his neck, purposefully leaving a mark. Aizen knew Ichigo had a lover so he would have to deal with these marks on Ichigo.

Nnoitra chuckled at the thought and Ichigo squirmed when it vibrated in his chest.

“Nnoitra, come one, go faster!” Ichigo demanded and tightened his legs around Nnoitra’s waist.

“How can I say no to ya?” Nnoitra gave him a broad grin and began to pick up the pace. Actually, that was a bit of an understatement- he slammed in and out of Ichigo so hard the bed rammed against the wall, making a dent in it. Ichigo let out a cry that Nnoitra recognized as a bit painful before the angle of his thrusts made him press against Ichigo’s prostate.

“NNOITRA!!!” Ichigo screamed his name in pleasure and Nnoitra almost came just because of that. He was already getting damned close to it and he wanted Ichigo to come first. He kissed Ichigo clumsily and delved his tongue deep into Ichigo’s mouth as he jerked him off a little faster. Ichigo shuddered and raised his hips up in response. His entire body twitched and trembled before he yelled his climax into Nnoitra’s mouth.

Finally Nnoitra felt comfortable about coming and Ichigo’s tight entrance convulsing milked it out of him, making him growl Ichigo’s name under his breath and snap his hips forward. He sunk his teeth into Ichigo’s neck where the mark would be clearly visible to all. Ichigo shivered at the pain on his neck and his ass clenched around Nnoitra again, making Nnoitra grunt.

“I love ya,” Nnoitra mumbled under his breath, and Ichigo froze. Nnoitra could have kicked himself. He didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.

To cover it up and to distract Ichigo, he slipped out quickly, making Ichigo flinch in discomfort. Nnoitra picked Ichigo up in his arms and carried him to the bathroom to clean him up. He didn’t have much time left before he had to be over there.

LINE

Heh, this is actually a story line that I was going to use for a homo-erotica novel I’m writing, but I decided that Nnoitra and Ichigo fit this too perfectly to pass up =D

Like I said above, this looks like it’s going to be even longer then I originally intended so I plan on having other one shots in between for those who don’t like it =D