Hello all! Here is the latest instalment of Stolen! If I'm honest I think the next few chapters will mainly be rounding up loose ends, introducing Ichigo and Stark fully into Soul Society life and fluff and smut *if you ask nicely ;)*
Just a quick note, I'm going to make a start on writing the first chapter of the sequel, so when this one does end I can upload the sequel as soon as possible. And by doing this I will be able to settle on a name for the sequel and tell you all it in the A/N for the final chapter of Stolen so you can all check it out ^^ So keep your eyes peeled :)
WARNINGS: -Yaoi smut featured from the start, if you don't like it please don't read (although if you're reading this far into the story I doubt it will be a big problem eh?)
Without further ado! Please enjoy and review *nice reviewers only ^^ I accept cookies XD*
Chapter Twenty-Six:This Light I See:
Stark shut the door behind him and locked it behind them, claiming Ichigo's mouth once more as he ran his hands up and down his sides, thrusting his tongue into his warm mouth; pressing his tongue against the smaller man's with a groan. He felt Ichigo tremble at his touch, whether from nerves or excitement he couldn't tell.
He pulled back and looked at Ichigo's flushed face, taking in the slightly hazy look in his eyes and smiled, brushing his cheek with the backs of his fingers, "Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" he breathed.
Ichigo swallowed and smiled, nuzzling into the touch on his face, "I'm sure." He murmured, looping his arms around Stark's neck and leaning up, kissing him again heatedly.
Stark slowly slid his hands down the other's chest and came to rest at the knot of the obi around his middle. He made quick work of untying it and swiftly unwound it from the strawberry's waist, throwing it into a chair on his left. He then pushed his hands inside the kimono, groaning out as his fingers met the warm, soft flesh of Ichigo's abdomen.
Without hesitation he slid his hands up the well formed muscles and over his chest, pushing his hands into the shoulder spaces of the kimono, he slowly peeled the layer away and looked at Ichigo and swallowed, licking his lips slightly as he took in the very appealing sight before him.
Ichigo whined and threw his arms around the shoulders of the brunette and lunged at him, lustfully demanding entrance to his mouth. The smaller male arched forwards grinding himself against Stark desperately as he began to stir in his underwear.
Stark let out a groan and pulled back, speedily untying the obi around his own waist before throwing it and his kimono onto the same chair as he had thrown Ichigo's. He looked back at him and smiled, cupping his cheek and stroking his thumb over his slightly swollen lips. He leaned in and crushed their lips together a little less forcefully but still with overflowing passion.
The pair stumbled over to the bed; Stark lifted Ichigo as though he was nothing and gently laid him down with his head resting on the pillows before climbing over him gently and kneeling between his legs as he kissed him and pressed against him firmly. Panting against his lips slightly, Stark pulled back slightly and ripped Ichigo's boxers away and tossed them across the room without seeing where they landed, he looked down as Ichigo's member was freed from the confines of the material and groaned hungrily, shuffling down slowly and wrapping a hand around him.
Ichigo moaned brokenly and jolted up into his hand weakly, curling his toes slightly and whimpering. The berry bit his lip and fisted his hands into the pillow either side of his head, bucking spasmodically up into the warm hand clenched around his member, throwing his head back and panting out a weak moan.
The berry glanced down, only for his eyes to nearly pop out of his head as Stark leaned down and curled his tongue around the head of his member, making him tremble and mewl loudly as he squirmed against the bed sheets. His breath hitched as the warm wetness of Stark's mouth engulfed him to the hilt; he cried out and bucked into his mouth, feeling him gag around him slightly before his hips were locked in place. He whimpered loudly and reached down, gripping a handful of the brunette's hair in his fingers. He panted and wriggled against the iron grip on his hips as Stark's mouth moved around him relentlessly.
"Ah… S… Stark…" he moaned out brokenly, his fingers twitching in his hair after several moments, "S… Stark… I… I'm… I can't… I'm going to… Hnn…" he threw his head back suddenly as his stomach coiled too far and snapped, sending his release into Stark's mouth. The berry whimpered as he felt the other swallowing around him before the warmth of his mouth left his sated member.
Stark leaned up slowly, wiping his mouth before claiming Ichigo's once more, the berry cringed slightly as he tasted himself on his tongue but ignored it and threw his arms back around him and held him closer, arching up against him and moaning into his mouth as he started hardening again.
Stark shuddered and looked back at him, breathing heavily and groaning under his breath as he met his gaze, reaching into the bedside cabinet he pulled out a small bottle of massage oil.
The former Espada knelt back and opened the bottle, pouring the contents generously over both his hands before dropping it to the floor and curling a well lubricated hand around Ichigo's length. He leaned over him and nibbled at the smaller man's ear teasingly, feeling his legs lift and curl around his waist. The brunette whined his name softly, reaching his free hand around and trailing his oil slicked fingers around his entrance teasingly.
Ichigo let out a cry as his entrance was teased and wriggled frantically, bucking up into his drenched hand and then down against his fingertips. Stark took the hint, teasing him for only a few moments longer before he slowly eased his middle finger into him to the knuckle; he gave him a couple of moments to relax and he then began thrusting his hand firmly. He slowly eased his index finger into him after several minutes and let out a groan as he started to search or the other's prostate eagerly.
Ichigo wriggled and writhed on the bed, mewling out loudly and unabashed at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body. His eyes flew open suddenly and he half wailed Stark's name as the faintly familiar spark of ecstasy as his nerves were found.
The former Espada smiled slightly as he found the small ball of nerves which would make Ichigo scream his name by the time they were finished and continued to jolt his fingers into them, gently squeezing a third finger inside of him and stretching him adequately to accommodate his own aching manhood.
The berry became a pile of moaning, mewling, wailing mush under the ministrations continuing around his member and his insides, fidgeting beneath him and digging his heels into Stark's back as his toes curled and his hips bucked impatiently.
Stark groaned and pulled his hand away, no longer able to hold back. He picked up the bottle of massage oil once again, squirting some out onto his hand before putting the bottle on the bedside cabinet; he quickly coated his own member with the liquid. He then leaned over Ichigo, lifting his legs a little higher before he pressed himself against his stretched entrance; he bit his lip and leaned down, claiming Ichigo's mouth heatedly as he began to ease into him slowly.
Once he was fully sheathed inside of him, he froze in place to allow Ichigo to relax, he kissed his neck softly, sucking firmly and leaving a trail of red marks over his skin.
Ichigo scratched gently at his back and bucked his hips, forcing him deeper into him with a groan. Stark arched as he felt himself be pushed deeper and shuddered slightly before claiming his mouth forcefully and slowly pulling almost all the way out of him and then slamming back in to the hilt, pummelling straight into Ichigo's nerves, making the berry wail.
Ichigo lifted against his thrusts, meeting him with his own and moaning brokenly into his mouth as they set up a rhythm of pulling back and arching towards each other again. Stark's hand soon returned to Ichigo's member, curling around him and pumping in time with their thrusts.
The room was soon filled with panting, groaning and the sound of slapping skin; Ichigo arched up off the bed and tightened his legs around Stark's waist, bucking his hips eagerly and moaning brokenly as his nerves were hit repeatedly and Stark was covered in a thin sheen of sweat as his muscles rippled with each jolt of his hips.
As Ichigo's muscles began to gently twitch around him every so often, Stark picked up the pace; gripping the other's hips and lifting them slightly as he began to slam into him repeatedly, pounding his nerves repeatedly.
Ichigo half screamed as his nerves were battered by him and arched his back, bucking his hips wildly and dragging his nails up his back and splitting the skin slightly.
Stark threw his head back and groaned heatedly; leaning down and claiming his mouth heatedly, grunting suddenly as Ichigo's muscles clamped around him rapidly and massaged his member tightly, he slammed into him deeply as he released inside of him.
The two men collapsed against the bed, Ichigo sagged into the duvet and Stark crumpled on top of his lover, panting heavily and shuddering slightly as he recovered slowly.
When Ichigo finally let out a whine as the heavy weight that was Stark's firm body registered on his chest, the former Espada slowly pulled away and rested down beside him.
Stark looked around at the berry haired male and smiled as he saw he was completely spent. He shuffled over and pressed a chaste kiss to his swollen lips, "Are you alright, Ai?" he murmured softly.
Ichigo looked around, blushing slightly at the use of the nickname Stark seemed to favour, "Y… Yeah…" he nodded, rolling onto his side and resting his head on Stark's chest slowly, "… That was different to the first time we did it…"
"That is because we didn't just 'do it' this time." The brunette murmured, rubbing Ichigo's back softly, "There were feelings involved this time… Love, care, passion… Lust… But most of all love."
Ichigo looked up at him innocently, "So we made love?" he asked.
"I'd like to think so." He smiled, stroking his cheek, "Was it alright?"
"Mm." he nodded, "I liked it… A lot. It felt good."
"It was the same for me." He confirmed quietly.
They fell silent for several moments, simply revelling in the sensation of each other. Ichigo sighed happily; leaning up and kissing Stark softly, "Since I'm a captain now… Do I get to recruit you into my division?" he asked suddenly.
"Hm… I'm not sure. I know the Espada have already been sorted into divisions and the only reason I have not been is because I left Aizen's army of my own accord and proved my loyalty." He paused and smiled, "I don't see a reason why I couldn't be a part of Division Five. I would certainly like to be."
Ichigo nodded and smiled, "Consider yourself my OHI. Official Hollow Informant." He grinned.
"Ha-ha-hah!" he laughed throatily and smiled, "Sounds good to me."
"Me too. Apparently the Espada are acting as secondary Fukutaichous so we'll get to spend a lot of time together… Alone… In my office."
Stark looked down at Ichigo and saw there was a coy smirk on his face, he leaned down and nibbled his ear, "My dead Kurosaki-Taichou… Are you suggesting we defile your office with the pleasures of the flesh?" he purred.
"Hmm… Yep!" he blushed, "Why not? It's my office."
Stark chuckled, "Fair enough! I'll keep you to that."
Ichigo blushed hard but nodded and slowly shuffled around, pulling the duvet up over them both, Stark got under the covers as well as he noted what Ichigo was doing, but put his arms around the berry and pulled him back against him once they were under the sheets.
"Stark?"
"Yeah?" he replied as he turned the bedside lamp off and cuddled down with the younger man.
"Do you really love me?" he whispered.
Stark would have laughed if he hadn't heard the fear in Ichigo's voice. He sighed inwardly, cursing Aizen for what he had put the berry through. He sought Ichigo's lips in the dark, fastening his mouth over the others.
When he pulled back he cupped Ichigo's cheek and kissed his forehead, "I have never felt this way about anyone before Ichigo. I love you completely; I would give my life for you without a thought."
Ichigo blushed, he knew Stark couldn't see this but he blushed none the less, "Wow…" he breathed, "I feel a little big headed."
"So you should, Ai." Stark murmured softly, kissing his cheek, "We should get some sleep now. Tomorrow will be a busy day. More so than today was."
"Is that even possible? Today was like… Hectic… Chaotic!"
"Yeah… But tomorrow you have to address your division, befriend your fukutaichou, sort out your office, your accommodation and go to kidou training with Byakuya-san."
There was a pause, "Shit… My legs are gonna fall off…"
"Ha-ha… Don't worry my love. I will be right there beside you to pick you back up."
"Aww you're so romantic."
"No… I'm really not." Stark chuckled, "Now, sleep. You will need your strength."
There was a longer silence this time, briefly broken my Ichigo speaking sleepily, "Stark?"
"Y-Yeah?" Stark yawned.
"I love you too."
Stark smiled and his heart lifted, "Good night, Ai. Sleep well."
Before long both men were sleeping soundly, breathing slowly and heavily and more importantly, in each other's arms.
The Next Morning:
Ichigo was full of energy, happier than he had been for years and utterly relaxed. There was no characteristic scowl on his face; instead there was a wide and bright smile that could light up a room.
He woke up before Stark, sliding out of the bed and stretching; ignoring the dull ache in the base of his spine from the previous night's session of love making and bounding into the en-suit bathroom. He half jumped into the shower and washed quickly, letting the night sweat and grim wash off his body as well as letting his muscles unwind. He scrubbed his hair clean and turned the water back off, sliding out of the shower and patting his skin dry with the nearest towel. He then towel dried his hair and stretched, brushing his teeth quickly before he padded out into the bedroom shamelessly butt naked.
He smiled as he saw Stark was still asleep and half wanted to jump on him, surprise him and demand more sex… But he shook the thought from his mind and searched through the draws for fresh underwear. He pulled a pair of boxers on and looked at the door, seeing his uniform and haori had been freshly cleaned, aired and ironed for him. He silently thanked the servants of the Kuchiki Household as he spray deodorant under his arms and pulled on his uniform. He hesitated before picked up the sleeveless haori and looking it over. He blew out a breath and pulled it on, brushing it down before he looked at himself in the full length mirror. He swore quietly, hardly recognising himself.
Ichigo shook his head and pulled the long strands of hair which remained over his shoulder, he made short work of braiding the black, white and orange. He smiled faintly, "You alright, Tensa? Shiro?" he asked as he sank into his inner world.
"Yep! We got rainbows in 'ere." Shiro replied at point blank speed.
"That's good! I am pretty happy right now!"
"Is it any wonder when ya finally got yer leg over afta' like… Six months of being celibate? Poor Stark must'a bin gagging fer it!"
"Oh shut up." Ichigo grumbled, "So what if I didn't sleep with him again before last night? It made it worthwhile…"
"Just ignore Shirosaki." Tensa murmured, "I am glad you are happy. I hope it continues."
"Thanks. At least someone's sincere."
"Although… I have to admit if you had sex more often you would probably be more chipper."
"Tensa! Do you have to ruin my faith in you completely?"
"Ha-ha… Don't pretend it's not true."
"Urgh… Whatever." He muttered.
Ichigo looked around as he returned to the present and picked Zangetsu up from the sword rest by the wall, putting the giant sword on his back in the sheath of bandages.
He stretched again and bounced over to the bed, shaking Stark, "Stark? Stark? Stark! Wake up!" he whined.
"Eh… Wha… Oh…" Stark grumbled, yawning and slowly sitting up. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, "How long have you been awake, Ai?"
"About half an hour. I thought I'd be nice and let you have a longer sleep." He smiled, kissing him deeply before pulling back, "I'm gonna go and grab us some breakfast. See you downstairs?"
"Of course."
Ichigo nodded and took his time walking through Byakuya's house, making his way down the stairs and into the dining room. He found Byakuya and Renji already seated and eating.
"Morning!" he smiled, making them both uneasy.
"What the fuck's up with you?" Renji asked.
"Huh?"
"You… Are smiling?"
"Well duh! I'm happy idiot!"
Renji stared at him, "Okay… Who are you and what have you done with Kurosaki Ichigo?"
Byakuya cleared his throat, "I would have thought it was obvious considering the rather loud noises coming from his and Stark's room last night Renji." The noble murmured before smirking evilly, "Ichigo… You are so much nicer now you're getting laid regularly."
He half choked on his orange juice as Byakuya said the same words he had said to the noble the day before. It wasn't even so much what he had said… It was who had said it! It just wasn't something Byakuya would ever say.
Ichigo continued to gawp as Byakuya actually had a small laugh over his reaction before schooling his features into their usual persona.
The berry blushed deep red and sipped his juice, thanking the servants as a plate of bacon and egg on toast was put in front of him, he sent a glare at Byakuya who merely smirked at him, before he tucked into his breakfast.
Stark arrived only a few minutes after, sitting beside Ichigo and helping himself to coffee as he a plate of food was also put in front of him, "Have I missed anything interesting?"
"Yes." Renji said.
"No." Ichigo interrupted at the same time.
"Just me commenting on your rather loud celebration last night Stark-san." Byakuya smiled before sipping his tea.
"Oh I see…" Stark nodded without concern, "The same could be said for you almost every night of the week Byakuya-san."
It was Byakuya's turn to choke; Renji joined in as well actually and ended up thumping his chest to ensure he didn't die.
Ichigo smirked proudly at the reaction of the two men and shot Stark a thankful smile which was returned whole heartedly with a wink and a smirk.
"Umm… How about a change of subject?" Renji offered.
"Absolutely." Ichigo nodded.
"Are you looking forwards to your first day in office?"
"Well… There's going to be a lot to do which I'm dreading but at the same time it's going to be very exciting." Ichigo shrugged.
"If you ever need any tips or help on being a Captain you may always come to me." Byakuya suggested, "I would be more than content to offer my assistance."
"Thanks Byakuya. I'll keep it in mind." The berry smiled sincerely.
"Please do." The noble replied before finishing his breakfast and tea, he stood up and brushed down his uniform, "If you require any of that assistance I will be in my office in the Division. Renji."
"Yes, Taichou." The redhead nodded, also standing and adjusting his vice-captain's badge before heading out after Byakuya, waving briefly at the other two before disappearing.
Ichigo sighed and slumped, "I didn't think we were that loud…" he grumbled as he took a bite of toast.
"Oh we weren't… You on the other hand…" Stark smirked before taking the young captain's hand, he lifted it and kissed his fingers gently, "Ignore them… They're just teasing you."
"Easier said than done." He smiled, finishing his food and taking a large gulp of juice, "I'm kinda nervous about addressing the division… There are a lot of people…"
"Ichigo… You've fought the devil himself… I highly doubt there is anything to fear from your division."
"Ha-ha… I guess that's true." He nodded, stretching and linking their fingers, "Have I mentioned you look utterly delectable in that new uniform?"
Stark rolled his eyes, looking down at the white version of the shinigami uniform, "Gee thanks Ichi." He chuckled, "It's not bad… Less itchy than my old uniform anyway."
Ichigo chuckled, leaning over and kissing him softly before standing up slowly, "Well… If you're ready I suppose we should go introduce ourselves."
Stark nodded, getting to his feet and pocketing an apple before following his lover and Captain from the dining room and out on the mansion.
Ichigo and Stark headed over to Division Five, the berry paused as the gates were opened for them and headed inside, swallowing and greeting the subordinates… HIS subordinates as they passed, offering smiles and nods of the head to them as they were returned.
As they reached the office they were greeted by Hinamori, she was smiling warmly and looking at them both in slight awe, "Kurosaki-Taichou… Welcome to Division Five." She greeted.
"Uh… Please… You can just call me Ichigo…" he replied, "But thanks…"
She shook her head, "I couldn't possibly."
"Right…" he cleared his throat, "So… Uh… What now?" he asked with a weak smile.
"Oh right!" she pulled out a clipboard, "I've got all your engagements for today written down here, first off you have to decide whether or not you want a new fukutaichou. Then you have to address the Division; sign the official paperwork to make you the Captain; sort out your accommodation and finally find Kuchiki-Taichou and participate in your usual Kido lessons." She reeled off.
Ichigo stared at her for a moment before nodding, "Okay I can do that…" he nodded again, "Well I don't want a different fukutaichou. I think we can work well together." He smiled.
She looked relieved by his decision, "That's good… I hope we can too!" she ticked the first item off the clipboard, "Right… We had better go and address the Division now then!"
Ichigo groaned quietly, "This is the part I'm dreading… What if they don't like me?"
"Don't be silly… Everyone likes you."
With a sigh, Ichigo and Stark followed Aizen's former Fukutaichou and Ichigo found himself wondering whether taking over Aizen's division was such a good idea. There were going to be a lot of memories of the man here… And he just wanted to forget.
Stark rested his arm around Ichigo's waist as he saw the worry on the berry's face, "Hey… Hey look at me." He murmured too quietly for Hinamori to hear; Ichigo looked around and Stark was taken aback by the pure panic in his eyes, "It is going to be okay." He murmured, stroking his cheek comfortingly, "I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere. You're safe."
Ichigo hesitated before nodding weakly, "O… Okay…" he murmured a little uncertainly.
"Ichigo… You've got nothing to fear."
"I know… I know…" he sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"What is it that's worrying you then?"
"I just… I don't want to… Be reminded of him…" he mumbled, "It is too… Too soon to be face to face with so many memories…" he sighed, gnawing his bottom lip.
"Well then ask someone to clean out the office and the lodgings and tell them to box everything away in storage until you are ready to sort through it. Or tell them to just get rid of everything. This is your home now, you need to relax and feel comfortable here."
Ichigo nodded, "That sounds like a good idea. Thank you." He smiled suddenly and Stark was glad to see confidence return to the younger man's eyes.
They returned their attentions to what was going on ahead of them; Hinamori had ordered the Division to assemble in the main courtyard to greet their new Taichou.
Ichigo hesitated before following Hinamori to the front of the mass of Shinigami, Stark stood on his left and Hinamori on his right. The berry swallowed as he looked at the mini army of subordinates.
"Uhh…" he paused, "Hello."
He hesitated again as there he realised he could probably have heard a pin drop, he also realised that these people had been betrayed by Aizen as well, they had been tricked and lied to for years. They were in almost the same position as he was in, only they had been in it for longer. He nodded inwardly.
"I know you probably don't want to trust me… You were betrayed by your Taichou, a man you thought was a good man… A friend maybe." He began, "I know what the feels like and I am not going to ask for you to trust me unconditionally… I want to earn the right to be your Captain… I want to earn your trust and belief. All I ask is that you give me the chance." He looked around at the shinigami, some of whom had begun whispering to their neighbours, "In time… Maybe you'll be able to trust me and maybe in time you can consider me a trustworthy friend… The fact is I've been appointed your Taichou and… I want to make this Division good again, fulfil its potential. But to do that I need your help and support."
Stark rubbed Ichigo's back supportively as he spoke, he could see that their subordinates were slowly coming around, moved by Ichigo's speech. He was doing well.
"I'm not like Aizen." Ichigo told them, "I'm not a man with two faces. What you see is what you get. I have an inner hollow named Shirosaki, I have Vizard powers… I have a really bad temper when I'm pissed off and I scowl a lot. I'm gay… And I'm not scared to admit it… I was duped by Aizen as well… And I regret being gullible. But I won't make the same mistake twice. I never make the same mistake twice. And will fight to make this division righteous again."
There was a general murmured between the shinigami now, Hinamori turned to look at Ichigo with a wide smile, "I think you've done it."
"Done what?" he asked with a blink.
"I think they're gonna give you a chance now. Did you mean the stuff you just said?"
"Of course I did… I don't just say shit for the sake of it…" he murmured with a frown.
"That's good!" she smiled and looked around as the group slowly dispersed, "Oh… Ha-ha oh well… At least they feel comfortable with you."
Ichigo rolled his eyes, "Ah well it's out of the way… What's next?"
"You need to deal with the accommodation issue. Do you want to take the same room and office that…" she paused and looked down, "… Or a new one of each? What do you want to do with the belongings that were left behind?"
Ichigo hesitated and took Stark's hand in his own, "I… I think we should start as we mean to go on. Can you have someone box up all the belongings and furniture and put them away for storage? If there is anything you want then please take it, regardless of whether he is a traitor and hurt you I know he meant a lot to you."
Her eyes seemed to well up for a moment before she smiled, "Thank you so much Kurosaki-Taichou… It means a lot to me that you would allow me such a courteously. I will see to it straight away." She said a little squeakily.
The new Captain smiled faintly and patted her shoulder, "You're more than welcome. Now… Can I also arrange to have the office and his former room converted into rooms for… Maybe students who've newly left Shino Academy? I'd rather take a different two rooms for our room and my office." He told her, shuffling his feet a little awkwardly.
"Absolutely! I'll get onto that as well. Do you have any room in mind or shall I use my discretion?" She smiled.
"Uh… You can decide." He decided.
"Alright!" she grinned enthusiastically, "I'll get it all arranged. If we quickly sign the official paper work I will set to work doing all of that. You and Stark-san have no further engagements until three when you must go to Division Six to meet Kuchiki-Taichou."
He nodded, "That sounds decent. Thanks Hinamori."
"It's not a problem Taichou."
Ichigo walked the small but kido talented girl bound away ahead of them and looked around at Stark before following her.
A/N: So here's the end of this chapter, please review and tell me what you think. But if you dislike StarkxIchigo please don't flame me for it, I have now altered the summery for Stolen so that it warns people that AizenxIchigo and StarkxIchigo is featured because I realised the former summery could have been misleading, if anyone was mislead I apologise! :)
The next chapter will follow soon, please stay tuned my lovelies! ^_^