Death and the Strawberry
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Adult ++
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Chapter 8
Yeah, so I know hollows are plus souls that have lost their hearts. But what is a heart really? Besides, arrancar are part Shinigami anyways.
Review Replies- Lynzee: Thanks, I’m glad you liked it!
Kera-Izaki: I think the emotional aspect of their relationship is the hardest part for me to write (I do physical just fine) so I’m happy that it turned out well =)
Yakumo: Purring Stark makes me smile too…big BIG smile.
Yellow: Thank you!!!
Tasha: Thanks, I try!
Shadowoflight: I know that hollows don’t have hearts, but I know that arrancars at least have the capacity to care which makes it all the sweeter with Stark all goo-goo eyes over Ichi.
Snapelicious: I’m sorry if this was misunderstood, but this is an AU so a few things are different. Nnoitra and Szayel never teamed up against Neliel and while Neliel is no longer an espada, she is Halibel’s Fraccion and very powerful. But Neliel and Halibel are just side characters and aren’t important which is why I haven’t explained all the details about how they got where they are and how they got together. I think the couple is cute so I just put them together, no other reason. As for ‘Hyouka’, I meant to write Hogyoku which was a misspell on my part. I hope this clears up any misunderstanding (that is if you are still reading this fic.)
Master Akira: Don’t feel TOO bad for Stark, he’ll feel a LOT better.
Nusku: Heh, yes Stark may feel that ‘four letter word’ for Ichigo.
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thank you!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 8
Ichigo stood in front of Aizen somewhat nervously. On either side of the great man’s throne was Tousen and Gin, who were staring down at him with obvious disinterest. “What is it, Ichigo?”
“I would like…” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Would you be so kind as to grant me a request?”
“What is the request?”
“That my father and sisters be spared from Karakura’s destruction.”
Gin giggled and Tousen shot the other Shinigami a disapproving frown, which he ignored. “Ah, Ichi-chan, with a request like that, one would believe that you actually feel!” He laughed again to show just how ridiculous such a notion was. “What do you care about such lowly humans?”
Ichigo frowned and didn’t answer the question. “Hm, I see no reason why I couldn’t let three humans live. But you must turn them into hollows so that they can join our side.”
“Thank you Aizen-sama, I will.”
Ichigo bowed to the Shinigami one more time before leaving. Tousen felt Aizen and Gin’s reiatsu nudge at each other, so he made his own hasty retreat. “You’re too soft on him.” Gin complained with a frown. “One might think that-”
“Stop it.” Aizen ordered. “You know that you are the only one for me.”
“Yes, but its nice to hear sometimes.”
Aizen’s only response was to stand and kiss him deeply.
…
Ichigo allowed a small smile to cross his face. Aizen-sama had granted his request! He had to go tell his mother, and then Stark. He passed Grimmjow in the hall and eyed him nervously, but the blue haired espada seemed content to leer at him without touching.
Knocking on his mother’s door, he opened it and walked inside. Masaki looked surprised at his radiant smile, but stood up to greet him without hesitation. “Ichigo, what has gotten you so happy?”
“Aizen-sama granted my request to spare father and my sisters!”
Masaki’s eyes widened in shock and she drew him into a big hug. “That’s wonderful! I was worried…”
Pulling away, Ichigo frowned and looked closely at his mother’s face. “Momma, have you ever wondered why we care?”
Smiling softly, she cupped her son’s face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Even the most evil and vile creature is capable of love. Do you think that because we have this hole inside of us that we can’t feel?” Ichigo shook his head and she smiled again. “Don’t worry about why we care. That’s not important. What’s important is that we do care.”
…
Stark was, yet again, sleeping on the couch. Not that Ichigo really minded anymore. As long as the bastard actually did as he was assigned and didn’t try to molest him too much, Ichigo was happy.
Besides, there was something comfortable in watching the Primera espada sleep. Seeing the steady rise and fall of his chest and the quiet, but still noticeable snores were becoming a common occurrence to him now. Ichigo smiled slightly and sat on the floor beside his head, snagging the book he had been reading off of the coffee table. Macbeth. It was one of Ichigo’s favorite plays of Shakespeare that he managed to procure, via Gin, from the human world.
The fifteenth espada tuned everything else out as he became absorbed in the play, and thus did not notice when Stark cracked open an eye and smirked at the sight of the bright orange hair in front of him. Wrapping his arms around the sitting arrancar, he tugged Ichigo’s flailing body onto the couch with him.
“Stark!” Ichigo said in surprise and then realized he had lost his place in the play because of Stark’s actions. “Idiot!” He hit Stark on the top of the head with the paperback book but, unfortunately, the brown haired arrancar’s smirk didn’t drop once.
“I couldn’t help it. You looked so cute sitting down on the floor like that, just to sit close to me.”
“I-I wasn’t…It was just comfortable!” Ichigo shouted in denial, a blush rapidly overtaking his cheeks as he turned his head away so he didn’t have to look Stark in the eyes. A deep chuckle vibrated in Stark’s chest, making Ichigo scowl and hit him with his book again. “Shut up!”
“Hm. Next time, wake me up so I can use you as a pillow.” The first espada said as his breath washed over Ichigo’s neck. “Or we could do other things…” He trailed off, nibbling lightly on his ear. The orange haired arrancar blushed scarlet and squirmed.
“I didn’t come here for that.”
“Oh?” Stark didn’t sound convinced. Or he just didn’t care. Either way, he didn’t stop licking a path down Ichigo’s neck, which got him an elbow in the face.
“Bastard.” Ichigo muttered affectionately before straightening his clothes and standing up and out of Stark’s reach. “Aizen-sama granted my request.”
“Good.” Stark snagged Ichigo’s arm before he could move away again and yanked him back into his lap.
“Stark?” Ichigo said after a minute of futile struggling.
“Hm?” The first espada questioned around a mouthful of Ichigo’s shoulder.
“Do we really not have hearts?”
“Why do you ask?” Stark pulled away slightly, sensing Ichigo’s seriousness.
“Don’t you need a heart to care? To feel? To love?”
“Can you feel this?” Stark leaned down and traced his tongue around Ichigo’s hollow hole, making Ichigo shudder at the pleasure it produced.
“Yes…”
“A heart is just an organ. A muscle.” Stark said and began to undo Ichigo’s top completely. “Do you feel this?” He grabbed Ichigo’s hand and moved it down to the bulge in his pants.
Ichigo flushed but didn’t pull away. “Yes. Do you feel this?” He grabbed the large appendage through Stark’s pants and gave it a light squeeze. Heh, payback.
“Yes…” Stark hissed and jerked his hips up. His mouth sought Ichigo’s and he kissed him deeply, stroking the sinewy muscles while Ichigo fumbled for his hakama. “Ichigo, what are you doing?”
“Let me show you.” Ichigo slid of Stark’s lap and dropped to his knees on the floor. Stark stared at the sexy picture he made as he pushed Star’s pants down to allow his erection to spring out. Ichigo kissed the head slowly, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he licked the salty fluid accumulating at the tip and sucked it into his mouth. Stark’s hands went to Ichigo’s head automatically and he swallowed harshly as pleasure flooded through him. Jealousy tugged at the back of his mind as Ichigo’s skillful mouth took him deeper and he bobbed his head. He must have done this to someone else to have gotten this good… But Ichigo had mentioned before that he had never been with someone so he must have just naturally been this good or…
But he squashed that thought and instead tried to encourage Ichigo to take more by pushing his head down a little. Ichigo glared at him and dug his nails into the back of Stark’s hands until he let up a little. “Come on Ichi, you can take more…” Stark wouldn’t say that he whined, but there was definitely a tone in his voice that had gotten a little desperate. Ichigo glowered at him before swallowing the excess spit that was accumulating in his mouth, making Stark jerk again.
Torturously slow, Ichigo hesitantly tested his gag reflex by taking more of Stark’s length into his mouth. Stark tried once more to press Ichigo’s head down farther, desperately wanting to just thrust into the hot, wet mouth but Ichigo evaded him once more. This time he pulled away completely, the erection slipping from his mouth with a pop. In any other circumstance, Stark would find the glare Ichigo was giving him cute, but with a long strand of saliva still connecting Ichigo’s mouth to his cock, it was just sexy.
Ichigo pumped his erection with both hands and jabbed his tongue into Stark’s slit until finally – he was coming. Ichigo must have sensed it because he sealed his mouth over the head of his cock once more and swallowed the bitter fluid, his Adam’s apple bobbing as a trickle leaked from the corner of his lips. Ichigo made a face at the taste but didn’t spit it out, instead wiping his face and studying Stark’s relaxed form.
“Oi, bastard, you better still be awake.” Ichigo muttered and nudged Stark’s shoulder. Stark grabbed Ichigo and yanked him down for a tight hug, shoving his hand down Ichigo’s pants. “A-ah!” The orange haired arrancar yelped in surprise and pleasure. “W-wait, Stark!”
“Mmm…nope.” Stark nuzzled his cheek and pumped Ichigo faster, smiling slightly when Ichigo gave a little gasp and arched into the touch.
“Ngh…” It didn’t take much to get him off. Just a slight nip of his teeth to Ichigo’s creamy neck and a particularly hard jerk, and Ichigo was coming. “Hah…Hah…” Ichigo panted for a few seconds while Stark held him carefully, nuzzling his neck and pressing kisses there.
“A heart is part of the body.” Stark murmured into his ear huskily. “And we are souls long after our bodies turn to dust.”
Those three words hovered on the tips of their tongue, but neither said it out loud.
LINE
I have noticed that the amount of reviews I get for each chapter went down a lot this last chapter. I am not complaining or even demanding more since I am very happy with the response I have gotten from this story, but I would like to know if there is something I am doing wrong that I can improve on. I really want to be a better writer and any feedback you give me is appreciated!
Review Replies- Lynzee: Thanks, I’m glad you liked it!
Kera-Izaki: I think the emotional aspect of their relationship is the hardest part for me to write (I do physical just fine) so I’m happy that it turned out well =)
Yakumo: Purring Stark makes me smile too…big BIG smile.
Yellow: Thank you!!!
Tasha: Thanks, I try!
Shadowoflight: I know that hollows don’t have hearts, but I know that arrancars at least have the capacity to care which makes it all the sweeter with Stark all goo-goo eyes over Ichi.
Snapelicious: I’m sorry if this was misunderstood, but this is an AU so a few things are different. Nnoitra and Szayel never teamed up against Neliel and while Neliel is no longer an espada, she is Halibel’s Fraccion and very powerful. But Neliel and Halibel are just side characters and aren’t important which is why I haven’t explained all the details about how they got where they are and how they got together. I think the couple is cute so I just put them together, no other reason. As for ‘Hyouka’, I meant to write Hogyoku which was a misspell on my part. I hope this clears up any misunderstanding (that is if you are still reading this fic.)
Master Akira: Don’t feel TOO bad for Stark, he’ll feel a LOT better.
Nusku: Heh, yes Stark may feel that ‘four letter word’ for Ichigo.
Beta’d by d3m0nang3l1106- thank you!!!
Death and the Strawberry: Chapter 8
Ichigo stood in front of Aizen somewhat nervously. On either side of the great man’s throne was Tousen and Gin, who were staring down at him with obvious disinterest. “What is it, Ichigo?”
“I would like…” He swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Would you be so kind as to grant me a request?”
“What is the request?”
“That my father and sisters be spared from Karakura’s destruction.”
Gin giggled and Tousen shot the other Shinigami a disapproving frown, which he ignored. “Ah, Ichi-chan, with a request like that, one would believe that you actually feel!” He laughed again to show just how ridiculous such a notion was. “What do you care about such lowly humans?”
Ichigo frowned and didn’t answer the question. “Hm, I see no reason why I couldn’t let three humans live. But you must turn them into hollows so that they can join our side.”
“Thank you Aizen-sama, I will.”
Ichigo bowed to the Shinigami one more time before leaving. Tousen felt Aizen and Gin’s reiatsu nudge at each other, so he made his own hasty retreat. “You’re too soft on him.” Gin complained with a frown. “One might think that-”
“Stop it.” Aizen ordered. “You know that you are the only one for me.”
“Yes, but its nice to hear sometimes.”
Aizen’s only response was to stand and kiss him deeply.
…
Ichigo allowed a small smile to cross his face. Aizen-sama had granted his request! He had to go tell his mother, and then Stark. He passed Grimmjow in the hall and eyed him nervously, but the blue haired espada seemed content to leer at him without touching.
Knocking on his mother’s door, he opened it and walked inside. Masaki looked surprised at his radiant smile, but stood up to greet him without hesitation. “Ichigo, what has gotten you so happy?”
“Aizen-sama granted my request to spare father and my sisters!”
Masaki’s eyes widened in shock and she drew him into a big hug. “That’s wonderful! I was worried…”
Pulling away, Ichigo frowned and looked closely at his mother’s face. “Momma, have you ever wondered why we care?”
Smiling softly, she cupped her son’s face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Even the most evil and vile creature is capable of love. Do you think that because we have this hole inside of us that we can’t feel?” Ichigo shook his head and she smiled again. “Don’t worry about why we care. That’s not important. What’s important is that we do care.”
…
Stark was, yet again, sleeping on the couch. Not that Ichigo really minded anymore. As long as the bastard actually did as he was assigned and didn’t try to molest him too much, Ichigo was happy.
Besides, there was something comfortable in watching the Primera espada sleep. Seeing the steady rise and fall of his chest and the quiet, but still noticeable snores were becoming a common occurrence to him now. Ichigo smiled slightly and sat on the floor beside his head, snagging the book he had been reading off of the coffee table. Macbeth. It was one of Ichigo’s favorite plays of Shakespeare that he managed to procure, via Gin, from the human world.
The fifteenth espada tuned everything else out as he became absorbed in the play, and thus did not notice when Stark cracked open an eye and smirked at the sight of the bright orange hair in front of him. Wrapping his arms around the sitting arrancar, he tugged Ichigo’s flailing body onto the couch with him.
“Stark!” Ichigo said in surprise and then realized he had lost his place in the play because of Stark’s actions. “Idiot!” He hit Stark on the top of the head with the paperback book but, unfortunately, the brown haired arrancar’s smirk didn’t drop once.
“I couldn’t help it. You looked so cute sitting down on the floor like that, just to sit close to me.”
“I-I wasn’t…It was just comfortable!” Ichigo shouted in denial, a blush rapidly overtaking his cheeks as he turned his head away so he didn’t have to look Stark in the eyes. A deep chuckle vibrated in Stark’s chest, making Ichigo scowl and hit him with his book again. “Shut up!”
“Hm. Next time, wake me up so I can use you as a pillow.” The first espada said as his breath washed over Ichigo’s neck. “Or we could do other things…” He trailed off, nibbling lightly on his ear. The orange haired arrancar blushed scarlet and squirmed.
“I didn’t come here for that.”
“Oh?” Stark didn’t sound convinced. Or he just didn’t care. Either way, he didn’t stop licking a path down Ichigo’s neck, which got him an elbow in the face.
“Bastard.” Ichigo muttered affectionately before straightening his clothes and standing up and out of Stark’s reach. “Aizen-sama granted my request.”
“Good.” Stark snagged Ichigo’s arm before he could move away again and yanked him back into his lap.
“Stark?” Ichigo said after a minute of futile struggling.
“Hm?” The first espada questioned around a mouthful of Ichigo’s shoulder.
“Do we really not have hearts?”
“Why do you ask?” Stark pulled away slightly, sensing Ichigo’s seriousness.
“Don’t you need a heart to care? To feel? To love?”
“Can you feel this?” Stark leaned down and traced his tongue around Ichigo’s hollow hole, making Ichigo shudder at the pleasure it produced.
“Yes…”
“A heart is just an organ. A muscle.” Stark said and began to undo Ichigo’s top completely. “Do you feel this?” He grabbed Ichigo’s hand and moved it down to the bulge in his pants.
Ichigo flushed but didn’t pull away. “Yes. Do you feel this?” He grabbed the large appendage through Stark’s pants and gave it a light squeeze. Heh, payback.
“Yes…” Stark hissed and jerked his hips up. His mouth sought Ichigo’s and he kissed him deeply, stroking the sinewy muscles while Ichigo fumbled for his hakama. “Ichigo, what are you doing?”
“Let me show you.” Ichigo slid of Stark’s lap and dropped to his knees on the floor. Stark stared at the sexy picture he made as he pushed Star’s pants down to allow his erection to spring out. Ichigo kissed the head slowly, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he licked the salty fluid accumulating at the tip and sucked it into his mouth. Stark’s hands went to Ichigo’s head automatically and he swallowed harshly as pleasure flooded through him. Jealousy tugged at the back of his mind as Ichigo’s skillful mouth took him deeper and he bobbed his head. He must have done this to someone else to have gotten this good… But Ichigo had mentioned before that he had never been with someone so he must have just naturally been this good or…
But he squashed that thought and instead tried to encourage Ichigo to take more by pushing his head down a little. Ichigo glared at him and dug his nails into the back of Stark’s hands until he let up a little. “Come on Ichi, you can take more…” Stark wouldn’t say that he whined, but there was definitely a tone in his voice that had gotten a little desperate. Ichigo glowered at him before swallowing the excess spit that was accumulating in his mouth, making Stark jerk again.
Torturously slow, Ichigo hesitantly tested his gag reflex by taking more of Stark’s length into his mouth. Stark tried once more to press Ichigo’s head down farther, desperately wanting to just thrust into the hot, wet mouth but Ichigo evaded him once more. This time he pulled away completely, the erection slipping from his mouth with a pop. In any other circumstance, Stark would find the glare Ichigo was giving him cute, but with a long strand of saliva still connecting Ichigo’s mouth to his cock, it was just sexy.
Ichigo pumped his erection with both hands and jabbed his tongue into Stark’s slit until finally – he was coming. Ichigo must have sensed it because he sealed his mouth over the head of his cock once more and swallowed the bitter fluid, his Adam’s apple bobbing as a trickle leaked from the corner of his lips. Ichigo made a face at the taste but didn’t spit it out, instead wiping his face and studying Stark’s relaxed form.
“Oi, bastard, you better still be awake.” Ichigo muttered and nudged Stark’s shoulder. Stark grabbed Ichigo and yanked him down for a tight hug, shoving his hand down Ichigo’s pants. “A-ah!” The orange haired arrancar yelped in surprise and pleasure. “W-wait, Stark!”
“Mmm…nope.” Stark nuzzled his cheek and pumped Ichigo faster, smiling slightly when Ichigo gave a little gasp and arched into the touch.
“Ngh…” It didn’t take much to get him off. Just a slight nip of his teeth to Ichigo’s creamy neck and a particularly hard jerk, and Ichigo was coming. “Hah…Hah…” Ichigo panted for a few seconds while Stark held him carefully, nuzzling his neck and pressing kisses there.
“A heart is part of the body.” Stark murmured into his ear huskily. “And we are souls long after our bodies turn to dust.”
Those three words hovered on the tips of their tongue, but neither said it out loud.
LINE
I have noticed that the amount of reviews I get for each chapter went down a lot this last chapter. I am not complaining or even demanding more since I am very happy with the response I have gotten from this story, but I would like to know if there is something I am doing wrong that I can improve on. I really want to be a better writer and any feedback you give me is appreciated!