Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bleach Melodies ❯ Tasting the Strawberry Pt 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters. Tite Kobe does. I do this for fun and not profit.

 

Title: Tasting the Strawberry Pt. 2

For: ash265

Pairing: Stark/Ichigo

 

Gasping as his back hit the bed, bouncing slightly on the fluffy mattress, Ichigo looked up at Stark with wide eyes, wondering just what the hell was going on. One minute they were standing in the bathroom and the next they were in his bedroom, with the Primera Espada hovering over him with a smirk that sent shivers through his body, making his skin flush and prickle.

 

What was going on in the head of the man above him? What was he thinking? Planning?

 

And where was that hand going?

 

Gasping as Stark tugged off his towel, Ichigo blushed brightly and stared up at the other man. Smirking the Arrancar simply shifted and looked over the lean body under him, admiring the way the shinigamis muscles moved under silken skin.

 

Humming as he removed his gloves, tossing them aside, the Primera reached forward and slowly slid his fingers down over Ichigos neck, pausing at the hollow of the graceful neck. Continuing to move his hand, he delighted in the soft gasps of surprise and pleasure as he found what made the other tremble.

 

“You asked what I was going to do just a bit ago,” Stark said suddenly, his fingers sliding over perked caramel nipples, dragging a sweet moan from the teen under him. “I plan on taking you as my mate. No one shall touch you, ever.”

 

“Mate?” Ichigo asked, gasping and arching as Starks fingers pluck at one nipple gently.

 

“My mate. We could feel the hollow in you that day you flared your reitsu at Tosen. It drew us, attracted us to your sheer strength and will power not to give into it,” Stark hummed, leaning down to lap at Ichigos throat. “I want you. I will have you.”

 

“I won't…join Aizen,” Ichigo started to snarl, the last half turning into a soft gasp as the man above him nipped at his ear.

 

“Don't want you join Aizen. I'll fight for you,” Stark states, soothing the nip with a flick of his tongue.

 

“You don't …you're not loyal to him, are you?” the shinigami asked, his eyes wide as he turned his head to the Espada, looking into the black eyes so close to his.

 

“Nope. He's too much of a psycho,” Stark purred before capturing those teasing lips with his own, his hands moving to brush and tease across the silken skin that was now his.

 

Ichigo mewled softly and gave into the insistent kiss, his hands coming up to tug off Starks clothing, his fingers hesitant in touching the cool skin so close to his own. Gasping as the long fingers of his lover wrapped around his prick, the smaller man groaned lowly and arched, pressing up into the touch.

 

The Espada knew how to touch, how to tease and draw out sounds that Ichigo never knew he could make. One leg rested high around Starks side, the other held out of the way by Starks free hand as his mouth worked down over Ichigos neck and chest, teasing all his hot spots. Arching up, the strawberry couldn't do anything but mewl and wither under the knowing man.

 

As the sinful mouth moved lower, Ichigo willingly spread his legs wider, allowing Stark even more room to slide down, holding his hips down with his hands. The first touch of tongue on his erection caused Ichigo to start and squeak. The second made him moan out sweetly. The feeling of a mouth sliding down over hot flesh made him arch up harshly and twist his fingers into the sheets under him and ignore the slick finger sliding into him.

 

Shivering, the smaller male couldn't stop the sounds that slipped out of his mouth, sending chills down Starks spine and heat through his blood. The Espada didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to last with the movements of the other under him. The heat around his finger, the muscles slowly loosening for him, the taste in his mouth and the sounds the strawberry made for him…

 

Teasing in a second finger, Stark reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle that Ichigo hadn't noticed in his pleasure hazed state. Smirking around his mouthful, Stark poured some of the slick liquid into his hand before stroking his own erection, making sure it was completely covered. Crooking his fingers up slightly, he pressed hard onto Ichigos bundle of nerves, enjoying the screech of pleasure that the move got and slipped a third finger into his mate.

 

Letting Ichigo get used to it, he paused in his movements, his slightly wet hand coming back to stroke over one hip. Ichigos prick rested on his tongue and his fingers rested gently on his mates sweet spot, just keeping him in enough pleasure as to not feel the sting and burn of his finger sliding in.

 

Pulling off the prick, he sat up between Ichigos thighs and watched him carefully as he started to finger fuck his lover back into the speechless stage of pleasure again. Scissoring and stretching the muscles gently, Stark smirked and leant down again to seal their lips together in a sweet, soft kiss.

 

Ichigo mewled from the feeling of slowly being opened and the feeling of Stark kissing him with such gentleness. Pulling away from the kiss, he panted, his eyes dark and wide, the flecks of gold shining brightly at the Espada.

 

“Please,” he whimpered quietly, rocking back into the fingers as the sting dissipated.

 

“It'll hurt a little,” Stark hummed quietly, stroking back a bit of Ichigos hair with a gentle hand as his fingers slipped out of the enticing body.

 

“I know. I don't care,” Ichigo replied softly, his eyes trusting. “You won't hurt your mate on purpose.”

 

“No, I won't,” the taller of the two purred, pressing into the tight body in a slow steady pace, only stopping once he was fully seated in that heat and tightness. Caressing Ichigos cheek, he paused, waiting for the other to relax around his cock, waiting for the brief flash of pain to disappear completely.

 

Smirking when the smaller male whimpered after a few seconds, rocking up and wrapping his legs around Starks waist, the Espada slowly started to move in and out of his mate, feeling the urge to bite, to claim, to make it so that everyone knew exactly who Ichigo belonged to rise up in him.

 

Thrusting harder, the Primera reached down to stroke Ichigos prick in time with his claiming movements, head buried in the strawberries neck. The wet sound of sex filled the air along with Ichigos sounds and Starks growls and low moans.

 

He could feel Ichigo tense and shudder as he came close to coming. With his teeth elongating slightly, Stark bit down onto the soft skin of Ichigos neck, drawing blood and a scream loud enough to echo over Las Noches. Feeling the slippery wetness over his hand, Stark shoved himself as deep as he could into his mate and followed him into climax, filling him, marking him inside and out as his.

 

Slowly removing his teeth from the now tender neck, Stark couldn't help but smirk at the fact that he had fucked his mate into unconsciousness. Lapping at the mark on Ichigos neck gently, he hummed at the feeling of the bond, knowing that no other hollow, Arrancar or not, would dare to touch his mate.

 

Pulling out gently, the Primera shifted Ichigo into the middle of the bed and moved to the bathroom. Wetting a wash cloth and washing himself off somewhat, he then rinsed the cloth off before going back to the bed. Lifting a long leg, he gently took the time to clean his mate off, making sure that there was no blood to be found.

 

Happy with the fact that he hadn't torn his mate, Stark took the cloth back into the bathroom and cleaned it off again before letting it sit on the sink to dry. Flipping off the lights, he returned, once more, to the bed and pulled the blankets up and over Ichigo before sliding in beside the red head.

 

Pulling his mate close, Stark smirked in the dark. He knew one thing for sure. Fighting beside his mate on what ever side the teenager decided on would be fun.