Stained

Review Replies- MasterAkira: Shirosaki and Starrk needed to get laid before they destroyed the city with UST.
ShadowofLight: *chuckle* Sometimes I'm tempted to write a sort of 'idiot's guide to seme/uke smut' or something like that =D
Dorkchic: haha, that one goes in my 'humorous error' file in my brain. Ichigo is not quaking =D
BlasterBlurby: You win another chapter of smut! Congratulations!
Kera-Izaki: I think jizz is my favorite at the moment. That and jism =D
Kazes: Should I be taking notes? I think I should be *looks at screen intently*
Kunitsu: Because the world would be a better place with more strawberry sandwiches in it.
Lynzee: Grimmjow and Kenpachi can't wait as well. In fact they threatened me on pain of death to write the next chapter quicker.

Beta’d by Warrior Nun- thank you!

Warning for double penetration in the chapter, although it’s done tastefully.

Stained: Chapter 8

In no time, Ichigo was straddling Shirosaki’s lap and being kissed roughly by the albino. Stark watched lustfully and stroked his hard on as Shirosaki tested Ichigo’s entrance to see if he was ready to take him. Ichigo braced his hands on Shirosaki’s knees and trembled as he sank down onto him. Shirosaki groaned and dug his nails into Ichigo’s hips as he stared up at the beautiful image Ichigo made above him.

Ichigo’s breath shook as he raised and lowered himself slowly, before gaining more confidence and creating a fast rhythm. He threw his head back and cried out as he found the right angle for Shirosaki to brush against his prostate.

Stark moved behind Ichigo and Shirosaki growled at him. “Ya had your turn already!”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t share.” Stark tipped Ichigo’s head back and kissed him while he rubbed his dick against Ichigo’s stretched entrance.

Ichigo made a strangled sound into the kiss as Stark began to press in beside Shirosaki. Stark moved slowly and grunted as Ichigo’s tight passage swallowed him. Ichigo bit his lip at first and cringed as Stark penetrated him along with Shirosaki. He groaned and then inhaled sharply as Stark rocked his hips and slid into him completely.

“You guys are cruel.” Ichigo muttered and held onto Shirosaki tightly as Stark laughed.

“Because we’re Nocuous?” Shirosaki asked with a sneer and Ichigo bit down on his neck, hard, making Shirosaki yelp more in surprise then anything else.

“You guys are the only ones who care about that!” Ichigo shouted, but his voice cracked in the end because Stark shifted slightly, making their combined wide girths press against his prostate. “Stop th-that…” Ichigo wiggled and moaned in pleasure. “I’m trying to say something!”

“So if one of us wanted to date you, would you say yes?”

“I might h-ave- ah!”

They didn’t pull out all the way, but Shirosaki pulled out maybe two inches and the slid back in as Stark pulled out slightly and then pressed back in as well. The enormous stretch was more of a dull ache as his body got used to it and the pleasure was enough to make him want it still.

“Ya really are something special.” Shirosaki muttered and caressed Ichigo’s beautiful body before moving up to his face and touching his cheek. Ichigo froze as Shirosaki rubbed his thumb over his scar and tried to jerk away but Stark pressed close behind him and wouldn’t let him move.

Shirosaki moved as well. Although they both stayed inside of him, now Stark and Shirosaki were both sitting up with Shirosaki’s legs lying over Stark’s.

Ichigo’s breath quickened to the point of almost hyperventilating as Shirosaki kissed him gently and then tilted his head to the side so he could kiss the tip of it and trail his tongue over it slowly. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered as tears began to trail down his cheek.

Stark hugged Ichigo and gave him a kiss on the back of his neck as he moved both his and Ichigo’s body to keep up the pace. Ichigo felt the pleasure pulsing through his body, but he was focused on Shirosaki.

Shirosaki licked up the tears and then continued his exploration of Ichigo’s scar. He flicked the tip of his tongue over Ichigo’s trembling eyelid and very lightly nipped his eyebrow before giving one last kiss to the top of it.

He pulled away and stared at Ichigo who was trembling and looking even more uncertain than when Stark first took him. “Ya are so perfect Ichi; there is nothing I would change about ya.”

Ichigo’s eyes widened and he felt a rush of emotion surge through him as he grabbed Shirosaki by his thick, silky white hair and crushed their mouths together. Shirosaki took it with a muffled moan of surprise and pleasure as he eagerly kissed back.

Stark almost felt like an outsider into their little moment and wanted to convey his feelings as well, but didn’t know how. He opened his mouth a few times to begin, but immediately closed it and glanced away as he flushed slightly. Shirosaki noticed and raised an eyebrow before leaning over and whispering to him.

“If ya can’t tell him, then show him.”

For a moment Stark wondered exactly what Shirosaki meant, since he was showing Ichigo exactly what he felt for him with his body, but it just didn’t seem to be enough. There was another way, but he only hoped Ichigo wouldn’t hate him for it.

There are many different spells and powers out there that do many different things, some of it good, some of it evil while most fell into a comfortable gray area that was decided on intent. The spell that Stark was about to use was originally intend as punishment for criminals, cast by distraught families or accusers who wanted the criminal to feel exactly as they felt.

Stark wasn’t using exactly the same thing, but it served his purpose.

Ichigo shivered as he felt Stark’s power rise, but didn’t feel afraid in the slightest. Instead he moaned and let his own rise to tangle with Stark and Shirosaki who was also releasing his aura.

“Feel.” Stark wrapped his aura around Ichigo and hissed at the pleasure of being to feel all of him. Their bodies moved together almost languidly to their pleasure, but their aura was doubling all of their sensation.

Stark began to press his aura into Ichigo’s. Ichigo physically jolted and body trembled at the sensation. It was almost like the first time he was penetrated in the sense that it made him uncomfortable and unsure, but it wasn’t painful at all.

“Breathe.” Stark murmured into his ear and Ichigo drew one in quickly, not even noticing that he had stopped in the first place.

As Stark continued to press and entwine his aura was Ichigo’s, Shirosaki cautiously introduced his own and was delighted with the sensation. He held Ichigo’s hips tightly and moved him up and down while Stark pumped his erection. All three of them were close and their entangled auras were making it almost impossible to not come together.

Ichigo threw back his had and let out a soundless scream as the inside of their bedroom exploded in power, making the walls and windows creak and almost break with the strength of it.

Ichigo’s eyes closed slowly and he slouched over Shirosaki who was just as tired. Stark panted in his ear and pressed soft kisses all over his face as he eased out of him. Shirosaki grumbled as he was forced to do the same. He was already unconscious and Stark and Shirosaki cleaned him up before situating themselves on either side of him on the bed.

“He’s not gonna be able to sleep at night if he sleeps now.” Shirosaki commented and rolled his eyes at Stark who was getting ready to nap as well.

“We’ll keep him busy then.” Stark muttered making Shirosaki nod.

They glanced down at Ichigo who curled against Shirosaki’s shoulder with his legs over Stark’s own.

“I love ya.” Shirosaki said quietly to Ichigo who stirred, but didn’t wake.

Stark sighed at the drama in their situation as he stroked Ichigo’s hair and spooned his side.

“He’s not the only one Ichigo.”

Both of them were quiet and Shirosaki would have thought Stark was asleep if it wasn’t for him staring at Ichigo.

“What are we going to do about this?”

“What do you mean?” Stark asked without taking his eyes off of Ichigo.

“I mean, ya and I aren’t the only ones who love him, if ya haven’t seen the way Grimmjow and Zaraki do.”

“Yes?”

“Do ya think he could love any of us back?”

Stark took a long time to answer. “I think that he could love any of us, or even all of us if we don’t make him choose.”

There was another long silence. “We don’t have to do that, do we?”

“Do you want to?”

“Not at the risk of losing him.”

“I agree.”

“If the others don’t then they can go fuck themselves.” Shirosaki said in finality and after awhile they both succumbed to sleep.

…

Ichigo knew Stark and Shirosaki didn’t want him to go, but Ichigo already missed two days of school just getting fucked by the two men. He was sore deep inside despite being healed by his powers, but it felt more like an itch that was scratched too deeply than anything damaging.

Stark and Shirosaki couldn’t follow him because the authorities were still looking for anybody ‘suspicious,’ aka, Nocuous. They weren’t rounding up the half breeds because that would be half the population and they simply didn’t have the recourses for it.

He slept in because he still needed to recuperate a little, but he was mostly going in to get homework so he didn’t fall behind. It was a bit lonely in the last class he made it to because it wasn’t one that Ryuu or any of his other… friends were in. He didn’t realize how much he enjoyed their company until they weren’t there with them.

The bell finally rung and Ichigo rolled his eyes at the students who were bouncing off the walls, excited that the last class of the day was done.

“Ichigo!”

Ichigo turned to see Grimmjow walking over to him without his usual scowl.

“Where the fuck have you been!?”

Startled by the tone, Ichigo frowned at Grimmjow in confusion. “I was helping ‘them’ out.” Ichigo didn’t need to say who.

“For two days?”

“Well yeah, I was…” Ichigo trailed off. “Grimmjow, were you worried?”

Grimmjow’s blue eyes widened and he scoffed, but Ichigo could see his face turn slightly red.

“Don’t be stupid.” He growled, but didn’t answer the question. “You do smell of them really…strongly…”

Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to grab Ichigo by the shoulders and drag him tightly to his body. He could hear a few other students giggle at the action but Grimmjow shot them a glare that made them shut up and scurry on.

“What are you doing, Grimmjow?” Ichigo said in exasperation and scowled with Grimmjow didn’t answer him, but pressed his nose against Ichigo’s neck and sniff deeply.

“What the fuck!?” Ichigo snapped as Grimmjow recoiled away. He had taken a shower (with the ‘help’ of the other two) so he knew he didn’t reek.

“You…you…” He seemed incapable of finishing his sentence to Ichigo huffed and began to walk away, but Grimmjow grabbed his arm and yanked him into an alcove with mad eyes. “You let them fuck you!?” He hissed, but not loudly.

Ichigo’s eyes widened and he took a step back in surprise. “How the hell do you know that?”

“So it’s true!?” Grimmjow grabbed him again and pulled him close. “Both of them!?”

“Do you have a problem with that or something?” Ichigo snapped and shrugged him off. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business!”

Ichigo paused mid step and turned to look at Grimmjow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He means that like me he wants to fuck you, but the other two got to you first.”

Ichigo gulped as he recognized the voice behind him. He slowly turned and took a step back so Kenpachi wasn’t so close.

“Fuck me?” Ichigo asked faintly and backed away from him slowly until he hit something warm and solid that he knew was Grimmjow. Before he could make a sound, a strong arm wrapped around his waist and a hand clamped over his mouth before he could make a sound.

The majority of students had already left, and the only ones left were running to catch the bus or get home on their own accord. Nobody saw the two men pull a third one into a classroom that a substitute teacher forgot to lock before leaving for the day.

“You’re ours now, Ichigo.” Grimmjow purred into Ichigo’s ear. Ichigo wasn’t going to just let him do whatever he wanted though.

He kicked and squirmed frantically, making Grimmjow who was trying to hold him still, curse.

“Having trouble?” Kenpachi grabbed Ichigo’s kicking legs and they moved further into the classroom where the teacher had a side office even further out of the way.

Kenpachi shut the door and studied Ichigo who was looking even more panicked as Grimmjow began to suck on his neck.

“Ichigo.” Kenpachi said his name reverently and undid his shirt slowly to savor the moment.

Ichigo felt pleasure bolt through him as Kenpachi rubbed against his nipple, making Kenpachi smirk knowingly before doing it again. Ichigo began to squirm again, but this time for another reason as Kenpachi rubbed against his growing hard on through his pants and Grimmjow mauled his sensitive neck.

“They aren’t allowed to monopolize your time like that. It’s our turn now.”

Ichigo decided the French had it right with ‘la petite mort,’ the little death. Ichigo thought it was accurate to describe an orgasm as something like that because he was starting to feel that his grave stone would say ‘death by sex.’

LINE

There will be NO non consensual sex, just to reassure you. It will all be consensual.

Ichigo is the Death Strawberry, but maybe we should just call him The Little Death Strawberry. La Petite Mort Fraise, or maybe La Petite Fraise de Mort, my French is a little rusty. I would change my alias to that if so many readers didn’t know me as ‘Bonne Nuit’ XD.

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