"I want to mate with you."
Those six little words, Ichigo Kurosaki never expected to hear coming from the tree branch above his head as he was walking home alone from school-the rest of the gang had gone ahead leaving him to some much-needed quiet and also leaving him susceptible to attacks from perverts. But no, little berry- boy could take care of himself...right? Maybe not.
"What the--"
Leaves rustled and agilely a large man leaped down cat-like to the sidewalk in front of him.
"FUCK?!" Ichigo started back as the man straightened, hooded slate eyes blinking upward at him. "Such language," a frown touched the man's lips, his hand rose absently scratching at the broken bone jaw adorning his throat and collar area. "You--You're an--an ARRANCAR!!!" Frantically, Ichigo dug in his back pocket for his soul badge only to find it not there.
"Looking for this?" The Arrancar questioned indolently, holding up between two white gloved fingers the very item Ichigo had been searching for. "Damn it!" not thinking like always, Ichigo dove for it only to collide into a hard chest and a pair of strong arms that had suddenly entrapped him. Instantly, he tried lifting his fists to beat at his captor, but soon found it was like trying to move a brick wall, he was that solid! The Arrancar chuckled lowly, hot snuffling breaths tracing a line across Ichigo's cheek and upward into his hair.
"Mm... you smell so good..."
Despite himself, Ichigo felt his face heat up and struggled all the more because of it.
"Let-go-of-me-you Bastard!!!" Ichigo ground out. The Arrancar sighed deeply, finding his prey-er-chosen mate making him expend more energy than he usually did. "Don't struggle," he cooed in what he hoped was a soothing voice to the lithe human boy. He was rewarded by a sharp jab to the shin.
"Ouch." Then a flicker of worry passed through his eyes at Ichigo's howl of pain. "Are you...okay?" The Arrancar hesitated, unsure of his use of words. Ichigo snarled something unintelligibly and attempted to head butt him. Which, the Arrancar thought detachedly a moment later absolutely unaffected from the Strawberry's attack, wasn't a very nice thing to do. It was something Grimmjow might try if ever in the position Ichigo was in now.
Stark smiled lazily. Ichigo Kurosaki. Just thinking the boy's name made him smile. At least until owner of said name, managed to get past his relaxed defenses and nearly kneed Stark in the groin. Frowning faintly, a swift chop to the back of the boy's neck had him unconscious within seconds of discovering what all his little squirming had done to the Arrancar.
Stark sighed deeply again, easily hefting Ichigo's inert body into his arms bridal-style, but not before brushing aside his orange bangs tenderly, impressing a soft kiss upon his furrowed brow. The Strawberry mumbled something, making a face.
How cute...he even scowled in his sleep!
Stark sighed contentedly, unconsciously cradling his mate closer.
He had chosen well.
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