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By the time dinner was over, Ichigo was getting nervous because Nnoitra said they would continue what they were doing after dinner. He reached up and fingered the small blue collar he was wearing while everyone was still talking about different things around the table. No one had said anything to him about the collar yet, though he had noticed Karin and Yuzu looking at it when he wore it the first time. Everyone seemed happy to talk about the University and what they were doing in school as dinner ended. The whole discussion, though, kind of made him sad because he still didn't know for sure that he'd ever be able to go to the university like his sisters were. He tried to tune it out and concentrate on Nnoitra.
"Chiquito?" he heard him ask and looked up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just thinking," he said, turning a bit red in the face because everyone was looking at him now.
"Finish your food, then we can go to bed if you're tired, unless you want to stay up and talk some more with your sisters and their friends," Nnoitra said with a small smile.
"No, I don't think I want to stay up late tonight. I'm tired," he said and quickly finished eating quietly.
He was nervous and excited at the same time and he wanted Nnoitra to pay attention to him and no one else. As he finished, he saw that Tōshirō was still kind of staring at him a little. Then he cleared his throat and spoke up.
"Um, Ichigo, what are you interested in? Are you going to SU already?" he asked.
Ichigo froze for a moment, glancing at Nnoitra quickly, then looking back at Tōshirō again. "Ah, no, I'm trying to work on getting my GED right now. I wasn't in school for a long time."
"That's right, and he's doing so well, isn't he, Nnoitra?" Isshin said with a warm smile. "In just a couple months he's come a long way, and I'm sure he'll be able to go to college one day."
Ichigo nodded, looking down as the miniature donkey rubbed against his leg again. The little creature was well trained, it seemed. He reached down and pet it again to try and avoid the looks he was getting from the white-haired boy. The other boy, Wonderweiss, didn't seem that interested in him as Tōshirō was.
"Yes, doing very well. He'll be ready in a few months to take the GED test, I'm sure of it," Nnoitra said, putting an arm around his shoulders.
"I hope I can do it," he said quietly, looking up again. "I'm scared to take the test, though."
"You'll do great, Ichi-nii!" Yuzu said with a smile. "We'll help you with all the studying, we promise. Maybe we can all take turns helping you get ready when we're not in school."
Ichigo smiled at her. She was a sweet girl. "Thanks," he said quietly.
"Um, well, I have to be getting back," Tōshirō said as he looked around. "And I'm sure Wonderweiss shouldn't be out much later than this. His brothers will worry if he's not home at a decent hour," he said and stood up.
Wonderweiss called Fura and the little donkey came to him immediately. Karin and Yuzu got up and went with them. "We'll walk you home. It's a nice night, and I could use the exercise," Karin said as she smiled at her father.
"Alright, you girls be careful, and don't stay out too long," Isshin said as he started to pick up the dishes slowly.
After they had left, Ichigo sat still at the table. Then Nnoitra took his hand. "You wanted to go to bed early?"
"Um, yeah," Ichigo nodded. "I'm tired."
"Good night, you two," Isshin said as he started picking up the glasses now. "Sleep well," he added as he disappeared into the kitchen with the dishes.
Nnoitra stood up and led Ichigo back to their room, and Ichigo was nearly panting in anticipation because he wanted to spend time with him so badly right then that he feared making a scene if he didn't get to. He could hide his "bratty" side when he was around the others most the time, but sometimes he really wanted to egg Nnoitra on into punishing him in front of everyone. Just the thought made him catch his breath. He knew his sisters wouldn't understand at all, but he still had the thought in his head.
As soon as the door closed, Ichigo turned and looked up at Nnoitra with wide, innocent looking eyes. "Can Papi play?"
Nnoitra grinned. "Sure, what does Chiquito want to play with Papi?" he asked, sitting down on the bed and taking his hand.
Ichigo felt his face flush and he mumbled under his breath something that Nnoitra couldn't quite catch. "What was that?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"I said, I want to play with the big boy toys," he said, face still blushing profusely and looking down at his hands. "And then I want Papi to…to…" he trailed off and covered his face with both hands.
Nnoitra pulled his hands away from his reddened cheeks. "What does my sweet boy want?"
He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I want Papi to put it inside me." He then blushed again and covered his face with his hands.
"Are you sure? That's a lot of playing for one night, Chiquito?" he asked, taking a quick breath to calm himself.
Ichigo nodded, hands still on his face. He couldn't believe he'd just said that. It was so embarrassing, but he needed him to know what he wanted very clearly, or it wouldn't happen. He knew that Nnoitra wouldn't do anything he didn't ask for.
"Is my Chiquito going to be able to keep his voice down, or do I have to use one of those pretty gags that Szayel got for you?" he asked, smirking.
Ichigo pulled his hands off his face. So far, they hadn't used anything in "the toy-bag". But Nnoitra insisted on going slow from the start, and so far, they'd only done a little fingering and some blow jobs. While that was nice, Ichigo was ready to take it to the next step. He'd been ready for weeks, it felt like. He knew it hadn't really been that long, but it was a frustratingly long time to him. He wanted to feel what it felt like to have someone be gentle with him and make him feel good. He needed to know that it could be different.
"Papi," he said. "I don't think I can be quiet by myself," he admitted, feeling his face heat up a little.
Nnoitra placed a hand against his face gently. "Find what you want to play with and bring them here. Just pick one toy. No more."
Ichigo's face turned into a pout but he went around and looked in the bag and found something that looked interesting. It was a row of beads that was flexible and started out the size of his little finger, then got about two inches in diameter at the biggest. He pulled it out and put it on the bed.
"Don't forget a bottle of lube, Chiquito," Nnoitra reminded him. "And pick out the gag you want."
"Okay Papi," he said, rummaging around and pulling out a bottle of watermelon scented lube and a ball gag with a bright red ball in the center.
He took all three around the bed and showed Nnoitra. "Hmm, okay," Nnoitra murmured, taking the gag first. "I'm going to put this on. If you need to take it off, tap me twice and I'll stop, okay?"
Ichigo nodded, kind of excited by the prospect of wearing the gag. When Uncle had wanted him to be quiet, he had just hit him. He shook away those kinds of thoughts. He didn't want to think about Uncle when he was with his Papi. Papi wasn't Uncle. He leaned forward as Nnoitra put the ball in his mouth and secured it behind his head.
"¿Bien?" he asked.
Ichigo nodded, adjusting to having the ball in his mouth. He could feel that he was going to drool around it, no doubt, but it wasn't uncomfortable at all. He reached up and touched it with his fingers, feeling along the straps.
"Now, Chiquito, why don't you crawl up on the bed and lie down on your stomach for me. Get comfortable and put a pillow under your hips, okay?" Nnoitra told him, patting the bed.
He nodded again and got on the bed, grabbing a pillow and laying over it. He felt a little exposed, but he just hid his face in the other pillow. He felt Nnoitra gently pull the shorts he was wearing off over his hips, then he paused before he pulled the undershorts off him. Ichigo's heart sped up in anticipation. He clutched the pillow under his head and whined against the gag because he was already getting hard just from having his clothes removed.
"Goodness," Nnoitra murmured, smoothing his hands over the flesh of his ass softly. "You're already getting all worked up and I haven't even touched you yet."
Ichigo flushed again, feeling his cheeks warm up. He couldn't help it. He wanted this for a while and his anticipation was making it even worse. He flinched as Nnoitra sat down on the bed beside his hips an pressed his thighs to open them a little.
"Might be a little cold at first, so give it a second," he said and Ichigo heard the pop of the bottle cap on the lube bottle. They hadn't played much with the lube yet, but all Nnoitra had used had been his fingers so far. He caught a whiff of the sweet scent and he shuddered a little.
He felt Nnoitra touching him, sliding a finger against the outside before he plunged it inside. Ichigo gasped because that was cold. He heard Nnoitra chuckle a little as he worked his finger in and out of him for a moment. Ichigo thought he was going to come just from that if he wasn't careful. His long fingers brushed right against his sweet spot easily.
"Okay, now remember, if you want me to stop, tap your hand twice," Nnoitra reminded him. Ichigo nodded into the pillow and clutched it a little tighter.
It felt a little strange at first when he pushed the first little ball into him. He wriggled a little, not knowing how he felt about the feeling of something besides Nnoitra's finger being inside him. He felt him press forward with it, popping the next ball into him. He could tell the difference in the size immediately, but it didn't feel bad, just different. He went ahead and pushed some more of the balls into him, causing him to whine louder as they increased in size. Ichigo felt tears squeezing out of his eyes because he'd never felt anything like it before.
"Last one, Chiquito. Let me know if it's too much, okay?" he said softly.
Ichigo wasn't going to do that. He had seen his Papi's dick and touched it. He had to be able to take something that big or Nnoitra wouldn't do it with him. He had no idea how big Uncle had been, but he knew it couldn't be that much difference in size between them. He winced a little as he felt the ball stretching him open wider. It felt a lot bigger than it was, he realized. He swallowed at the spit that was dripping from around the gag and let out a low moan around it.
"What a good boy you are, Chiquito. You took it all in," Nnoitra said, tugging a little on the loop at the end of the string of beads.
Ichigo was panting around the gag, breathing noisily through his nose. He clutched the pillow tightly against him and whimpered. He wriggled, still feeling the balls inside. He felt Nnoitra pull gently on it, and the ball started to come back out before he let it go back in. He was about to come, though, because every time he did that, it sent shocks through his body.
"Here, let's turn over," Nnoitra said as he pulled the pillow out from under his hips and reached up and grabbed his arm to pull him over onto his back. He looked up, eyes wide and teary. "Oh, look at you, you're having a hard time holding off, aren't you?" he asked as he reached over and stroked him.
Again, Ichigo whimpered through the gag, thrusting his hips a little to get him to stroke him more. He panted through his nose and Nnoitra smiled.
"Alright, I'm going to use my hand on you, and I want you to come for me when you can. I promise I will do everything you asked, I 'd just rather you be as relaxed as possible, alright?" he said as he began pumping his fist over him and tugging at the string of beads at the same time.
Ichigo didn't think he could last very long, because after a few good strokes, Nnoitra started pulling the beads out, one by one. It didn't take more than two of the beads coming back out before he gasped and shuddered as he came into Nnoitra's hand. He pulled the rest of the beads out while he was coming, and it felt like nothing else.
"That's a good boy," he whispered, reaching down on the floor to grab the tissues from the box there. He wiped off his hand and tossed them in the trash. "Now, do you still want Papi to go on? We can stop there," he said, looking at him.
Ichigo shook his head and mumbled "go on" around the gag. Nnoitra nodded, reaching over and beginning to stroke him again until he grew about half hard again. He then moved between his legs and pressed up against him. Ichigo's heart leapt but he was staring directly at Nnoitra's face. His face. He'd never seen his Uncle's face; he'd always thrown him down. His breath caught a little as he felt Nnoitra reach his hand down and slip a couple lubed fingers into him. It might hurt a little, he thought, but that was okay.
Nnoitra pulled his fingers back and coated himself with the lube, making sure to use enough to make Ichigo comfortable. He could barely hold on himself as he pressed against him, slipping his cock into him very slowly. He felt Ichigo tighten up around him and he paused, checking to see if he was okay. He was just watching him intently. His hands were thrown up over his head and Nnoitra could see how much he'd drooled around the gag.
He pushed forward, and Ichigo was sure he was never going to stop pushing into him. He was so long and thick, it just felt like forever before he stopped and Ichigo could feel him against his body. He clutched the sheets and tightened his legs around his waist. No, when Uncle had done it, it felt nothing like this, he decided. This felt good. It stung a little from being stretched out more than he had been before, but feeling Nnoitra inside him was amazing, especially as he started moving back and forth. He was glad for the gag because there was no way he would have been able to keep his voice in like this.
"Does Chiquito feel good?" he asked as he thrusted into him slowly and steadily.
Ichigo nodded his head franticly and could feel pre-cum dripping down his cock. Nnoitra seemed intent on making it last as he thrust back and forth, filling him up and pulling back. It was like nothing he'd ever felt. He felt tears start that he couldn't stop, and he was sobbing and didn't know why. He just couldn't stop and Nnoitra stopped, leaning over and taking the gag off him.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently, stilling himself.
"Yes! Please!" he hissed. "Please!"
He put his hand over his mouth to muffle any other sounds he could make as Nnoitra started going a bit faster and faster. He kept crying, why he had no idea, but the tears just kept coming and he felt like he was totally in Nnoitra's hands. He gasped and whimpered as he felt himself growing closer and closer to coming again. Nnoitra pushed his knees back further and began thrusting harder and harder into him. Ichigo knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He gasped, back arching, as he came suddenly without being touched. Nnoitra grunted as he thrust a couple more times into him while he came, then slammed into him hard, clutching his knees as he climaxed in him. Just feeling the sensation of his cock inside him, throbbing in release, almost felt more amazing than anything else. He could feel him so keenly.
Nnoitra pulled out, and reached over to grab the tissues again, this time cleaning Ichigo up quickly because he was still crying and still couldn't stop. He tossed the Tissues and then climbed up into the bed, grabbing hold of him and pulling him tightly to his chest. Ichigo buried his face in his chest, smelling the scent that was his Papi. He still kept sobbing into him, clutching him tightly.
"Shh," Nnoitra whispered, running hands over his head softly. "Shh, now, you're alright. I've got you," he continued until Ichigo finally was just panting against him, tears finally stopping.
He snuggled closer despite the dampness under him and on Nnoitra's t-shirt. His breath had returned to normal and he felt good all over, despite the strange crying spell that had hit him.
"You alright?" Nnoitra asked, still caressing his head and back.
"Yeah," he whispered, still against his chest. "I'm alright. It felt amazing, Papi. Thank you for letting me cry."
"Aw, Chiquito. I love you," he whispered and kissed him on the head gently. "Kisses for Papi?"
Ichigo looked up and smiled. "Yes," he said.
Nnoitra leaned down and the slight brush of lips soon turned into a languid tangling of tongues that lasted a good while.
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Coyote Starrk had worked at the Las Noches hospital as overnight security for a long time. He was rarely seen outside during the day because he was usually sleeping. He spent whatever waking time he had during the day with his step daughter, Lilynette. As he sat at the desk watching the night nurses work, he thought about Lilynette's mother. She'd been a good woman. When he'd met her, she was a single mother of a beautiful baby girl. Her boyfriend had left when he found out she had Huntington's Disease and had only a few years to live. Starrk had thought she was a wonderful woman and vowed to make the last years of her life the best ones she ever had. In doing so, he also made the promise to take care of Lilynette and raise her as his own.
He often found his mind wandering to those times when he worked quiet nights like this. He got up to do another walk around the place and then would head to the security office to watch the feeds on the monitors for the rest of the evening. Not much ever happened at night, but it was always a possibility that he would be needed. They'd had some rowdy drunks in there from time to time, and as a heavy drug using area, they would get the occasional OD or someone with drug related injuries and some of them didn't want to be in the hospital no matter how sick they were.
He sighed, making a circuit around the hospital and saying hi to all the night nurses. They all knew him well by now, and no one worried when they saw him walking around. He made his way back to the security room and sat down, taking a sip out of his barely warm coffee. The hospital actually had pretty good coffee that they gave out. He didn't mind it at all, as long as there was some sweetener in there.
It was perhaps around four in the morning when he noticed someone strange walking around an area of the hospital that most people didn't even know how to get access to. He frowned, seeing a man he vaguely recognized. He was a doctor, if he remembered right, but what was he doing at this hour in the hallway outside the back of the pharmacy? He looked over at his alerts and saw that there was a police blotter for him. Well, damn, he thought to himself, making sure he had his taser charged and put his hat back on.
He called the police on the way down to the pharmacy. The faster they could get there, the more likely they'd be able to get him. He'd never actually tased anyone on duty before, but if he tried to fight him, he would definitely not have a problem doing it. He hoped the police showed up quickly so he could get this guy where he belonged. He had no idea what he'd done, but he knew he shouldn't be there right then.
He got down to the hallway and saw him trying to unlock the pharmacy door. Of course, his codes would have been deactivated once the police were after him. He looked terrible, though. His clothes were tattered and torn, and he looked like he'd just rolled out of bed, white hair over his head in a mess.
"Stop right there," Starrk called as he came closer.
He paused, looking down the hall at him. "What do you want?" he growled.
"You're not supposed to be down here," he said as he approached, one hand on the taser at his hip.
"I'll be wherever I please in this hospital," he told him, trying to put a code into the pharmacy door again. It beeped in error. "This isn't working. Why isn't this working?" he asked no one as he tried again.
"Your name is Ishida, right?" Starrk said as he came within about six feet of him.
"Yes, yes," he said, waving him off, seemingly set on trying to get the pharmacy door open.
"Your codes don't work anymore. The police are on their way to get you. I suggest you cooperate with us," he told him as he stood at the ready in front of the other man.
That's when he looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not going to cooperate with anyone," he said and took off back down the hallway.
"Always with the running," Starrk muttered as he took off after him. Luckily, he kept himself in shape on his days off.
He managed to avoid nurses as he ran through the floor chasing the man. If he could get him to stop, he'd tase him. But first he had to get him to stop. He rand around the corner and saw that he'd been stopped by an access door.
"Ishida! Come with me quietly!" he called as he came closer.
"I'm not going quietly!" he said as he tried in vain to put in his code again.
Starrk pulled the taser and pointed it at him. "Stop, now, or I'm going to tase you."
He glared at him and snorted. "You won't do it. I'm leaving, and you're not stopping me," he said, and the door opened from the other side.
He grabbed the door and knocked the nurse over that was coming through it as he dashed through it. Starrk reached down and helped her up before he ran after him again. He didn't think he had any weapons on him, though, but he was heading out the Emergency Room exit if he kept going this direction. He knew the hospital well enough to get around most the doors that he couldn't get through. Finally, he came to the last door before exiting out into the waiting room. It, like the others, was locked.
"Stop!" Starrk said again, this time pointing the taser at him directly.
He looked at him for a moment then tried to lunge at him. Starrk was faster, though, as he clicked the button on the taser. It hit home, going off and dropping the other man to the ground in a second. He looked up and saw two police officers running toward him down the hallway.
"He tried to run," Starrk explained. "Well, he did run for a while, but I caught up to him here."
"Alright, let's let the doctor in the ER check him out and make sure he's okay before we transport him," the first officer said.
Starrk helped them get him into a room in the ER where he was handcuffed to the bed to be checked out. As the officers were filling out paperwork at the nurses' station, Starrk walked up.
"So, why was he here if he's wanted?" he asked.
The first officer, a taller man with a square jaw and smaller eyes sighed. "We think he was trying to steal medications. The FBI has his finances locked down, so he doesn't have access to money any longer. We're pretty sure he was trying to get narcotics."
"Drugs, huh. Well, he was insistent on trying to get into the pharmacy when I found him. Anyone else would have tried to get away as soon as they saw me, but I suppose he was feeling hard up for something," Starrk said, glancing over into the room where he was waking up.
Starrk noticed another couple men coming toward them being led by a nurse. One was taller with silver-colored hair cropped around his head and the other was a tall with long blond hair tied back at the base of his neck. "Um, Starrk, this man says he's a private investigator and working with the FBI on this case?" the nurse said as she gestured toward first the silver haired man then the blond.
"Hello," Starrk said, reaching a hand out toward him.
"Gin Ichimaru. And this is Findorr Calius with the FBI," Gin said and shook Starrk's hand.
Findorr did the same and they both looked over in the room where Ryūken was still semi-conscious. "You had to tase him?" he asked.
"I'm afraid he didn't want to be caught," he said with a sigh. "I chased him around the hospital for a while before I managed to corner him. If he hadn't been so insistent to get into the pharmacy, he might have got away from me."
"Makes sense, he doesn't have access to his bank accounts any longer," Gin said.
A nurse came out of the room over to them. "He's awake, and he'll be fine. He's just a little dazed still. He still needs to be cleared by the on-call doctor, but he should be fine to transport."
Findorr nodded and looked at Gin. "Let's have a chat with him."
Gin and Findorr walked into the room and Ryūken looked up to glare at them. "What do you want?'
"We thought we'd make sure you were aware of the trouble you're in," Gin said.
"Who the hell are you and why should I care what you say?" he snapped, looking away from them.
"My name's Gin Ichimaru and I'm a private investigator working with the FBI on the Kurosaki case. I've been looking for that boy many years now," he said, narrowing his eyes at him to slivers.
"Well, you're not very good if you didn't find him before now, are you?" Ryūken sniped.
Gin shook his head. "You can't get out of this now. I don't know what you planned to do with that boy, but you've failed at whatever it was."
"You know, we picked up a man named Quilge Opie. He had an interesting story about doing a hit about twelve years ago," Findorr said, watching him closely for his reaction.
Ryūken, to his credit, looked like he was trying to keep his composure. "What's that have to do with me?" he said.
"The fact that you stiffed him on payments for drugs he provided for you is what directly led to your wife and Masaki Kurosaki's death. You know that you are the reason those two women died, and you put all the blame on a nine-year-old child and convinced him that he was the cause of their murders." Gin sighed. "You don't even care about the damage you did, do you?"
"The only reason we were on that beach was because the little brat whined until we went. He wanted to go make sandcastles with Uryū and wouldn't stop crying until Masaki and Kanae finally agreed to take them to the beach for the day," Ryūken had a look on his face that was full of disdain. "So, it was his fault we were even there that day."
"But you were the one that refused to pay your supplier. To put the blame on that boy…" Findorr said, shaking his head.
"It doesn't matter now," Ryūken said and looked away.
"Exacta," Findorr said with a sigh. "It doesn't matter at all now."