A/N: hello my lovelies! I'm back with another chapter for you guys. =) after reading dearest Bonnenuit's "Death and the Strawberry", I realized how much I missed StarkIchi lovin'. So now, I'm proud to present this latest chapter. Be good and tell me how it is. Flames are welcome.
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Chapter 11
Goodbye, My Love
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Ichigo's apartment, Shibuya District
June 25th, 9:05pm
Ichigo sat in a trance in the black velvet couch in his living room. In a few moments, his lover would be arriving. He had to calm his nerves. He knew Stark would notice these little things, things that he himself would not even take a second look at. He rubbed his left knee unconsciously, before he stood up to walk towards the mini bar located in the corner of the room. When he moved into this apartment, he knew placing a mini bar within his immediate reach was a big mistake. He was still aware of it now, as he drank a shot of vodka. While it did not calm his nerves, it helped clear his mind. It was now or never.
The doorbell rang. The berry purposely walked toward the door, as if nothing happened, shot glass still in hand.
Stark stood outside the door, as always, looking dashing in the blue pinstriped slacks and white shirt that he wore. Half lidded eyes and a sensuous smile greeted him as the door opened, the berry nonchalantly leaning on the frame. He frowned at the glass in the berry's hand. He hated it when Ichigo drank by himself. It was always a bad sign.
"You have a penchant of starting without me."
"What? Not even a kiss?" the berry pouted at the man, who just released an exasperated sigh as he ran a hand through his wavy hair.
The goateed man dutifully kissed his lover, and he was surprised by the intensity with which Ichigo responded. One hand cupped his jaw, as the berry took control of the kiss, tongue prodding gently against his lover's lower lip, asking for entrance. Stark granted it, for once loving this momentary aggression. A familiar dance ensued, but was broken immediately by the lack of air.
"Idiot, I just missed you." The berry said, as he nipped his lover's lower lip affectionately.
"Don't I know it." Stark smiled, as Ichigo held him by the hand, half dragging him inside the small apartment.
Stark sat at on the couch while Ichigo stood over him, hand still holding his, their fingers intertwined. The berry put his glassful of vodka on the coffee table first before straddling the man's lap. Cupping his lover's face with both hands, he gave him another scorching kiss before nuzzling the crook of his neck, then nipped it, much the same way he did his lips earlier.
The older man raised the hem of Ichigo's shirt slightly, and then inserted his hand to stroke the small of his back, loving his soft skin. The berry's breath hitched, as the warm hand rubbed his back. His back arched in pleasure, their chests rubbing in the process.
"You missed me that much, eh?" the man said with a slight smirk.
"Yeah… Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes, please."
The berry first gave his lover a chaste kiss to the lips before disentangling himself from him. The older man stared at his lover's ass as Ichigo walked toward the bar with a slight sway to his hips. Oh, the things he would do to him to make him feel heaven.
As the berry reached the bar, his eyes immediately searched for the small packet of white powder that was sitting innocently between the bottles of liquor on the shelf. He reached for it discreetly and tore the packet. He poured it into a glass he readied for Stark before pouring the vodka. He gave it a small stir and let the liquid settle before serving it. He handed the glass of vodka the waiting man and sat beside him, expectantly waiting for him to drink it immediately. But the man just looked at the liquid as it sloshed in its container while he gently shook the glass.
Yet again, Ichigo had a change of heart and grabbed the glass as Stark decided to bring it to his lips. The man looked at him in surprise but his eyes softened soon after the berry straddled his lap again. Arms wrapped around his neck as soft petal pink lips descended on his own, feverishly kissing him, as if wanting to drink his very soul.
"I want to make love with you." The berry said against his lover's lips, as he rubbed his clothed half hard cock against his lover's own, arms still draped around his neck.
"As you wish." Stark replied a bit breathlessly.
Thin tapered fingers feverishly unbuttoned his shirt, as his own hands busied themselves raising the hem of Ichigo's shirt. His hands roamed around his lover's torso, mapping, rubbing, stroking and caressing every inch of the soft skin. Somehow, the berry managed to take his shirt off without tearing it apart before raising his arms to take his own off.
Stark's lips once more latched onto Ichigo's, while the berry focused on removing the rest of the barriers to their desire. The berry busied his hands unbuckling his lover's belt, while the older man's hands had already unzipped his jeans. The goateed man's one hand was pumping the berry's erection, while his other hand had already slipped past the waist band of his boxers and busied itself massaging his hot puckered entrance.
Finally, the berry freed his lover's erection from the confines of his slacks, then moved off of his lover's lap to suck his hard aching cock. The older man couldn't help but buck his hips into the wet sweltering heat of Ichigo's mouth. He gripped the orange locks tightly, as the berry bobbed his head up and down on his cock. He then thrust his hips helplessly in time with it.
He then cupped the berry's face as he pulled his cock out of his mouth. "Let's take this to bed." He said as he looked into lust clouded chocolate orbs.
Both men stood up, then Stark proceeded to carry Ichigo and wrap his long lithe legs around his waist. Awkward their movements might be, both men managed to reach the bedroom unscathed. The older man gently lay the berry on the queen sized bed, stripping him of both his jeans and boxers along the way. He watched his lover appreciatively, taking note of the pretty flush of his skin and delicious noises coming out of his mouth. He playfully crawled toward his waiting lover. He pulled a length of thin nylon cord from his pocket and discreetly slipped it under a pillow as he distracted the berry with a fierce kiss. He then took off his own pants and undergarments as he grinned devilishly at the berry mewling underneath him.
"Stark, quit teasing." Ichigo moaned helplessly, as the man nipped and marred the tender skin on his neck, while he pinned both of his hands above his head.
A smirk was the goateed man's only response as he proceeded ever lower, toward the berry's erect dusky nipples. He licked, sucked and nipped those pale pink buds making the berry arch his back in helpless pleasure. "Please Stark, fuck me already." The berry whimpered.
"My pretty little berry's so impatient." Stark chuckled as he grazed his teeth on Ichigo's belly. He finally let go of the berry's hands then reached for the unsuspecting bottle of lube on the nightstand. He poured the lube on his fingers then proceeded to massage it on his lover's entrance. The berry grasped the sheets in pleasure as his hips bucked in response. He thrust two of his fingers in, lax muscles letting them slip in easily.
The berry rolled his hips to every thrust of Stark's fingers, hitting that special spot at every turn. The older man finally decided that his lover was ready for something more. He once again reached for the bottle of lube which was haphazardly discarded earlier. He poured a generous amount on his cock then hooked one of the berry's legs on his shoulder, while he hooked the other on his forearm.
Ichigo wrapped his arms around his lover's neck as Stark thrust himself to the hilt. Both men moaned in pleasure, Ichigo was taking deep and measured breaths to adjust to the sudden fullness while Stark was barely holding on, wanting to thrust again and again into the tight heat.
Their rhythm was slow and deep at first, every moan and whimper heard was savored, every sensation deeply felt at every snap of Stark's hips. The berry could only tighten his arms around his lover's shoulders in helpless pleasure.
"Harder… deeper… please Stark" the berry whimpered breathlessly and the older man could not help but comply with this request. He pulled his lover so that they were both sitting, sprawled on the soft bed, Stark still thrusting erratically into Ichigo's tight heat. Then he saw his chance. He quickly and deftly looped the length of nylon cord around the berry's neck, as his back was arched in pleasure. He slammed the berry onto the bed once more, tightening the makeshift noose. The poor berry barely struggled, with one hand reaching around his neck as trying to stop the tightening noose. But his other hand reached for his lover's face to caress it gently in forgiveness as if knowing all along this would happen.
Stark held on, tightening the nylon cord around Ichigo's neck even more as he came, filling his lover to the brim with his seed. With one last jerk of his body, the berry came, spurting his seed on his stomach, but with it, he breathed his last.
The older man slowly and carefully loosened the nylon around his lover's neck. He barely noticed the cum flowing out between the berry's legs as he pulled out. He stared at Ichigo's now dead eyes in a trance, his breathing in short audible pants. He then leaned back, the berry's legs still wrapped around his middle as he distractedly ran a hand through his hair. He gently disentangled himself, then sat on the edge of the bed, his heart still beating wildly in his chest.
The air seemed colder in the room, what with his nakedness and all. Stark took several deep breaths to calm himself. He nearly succeeded. The only hint to his real disposition was the slight trembling of his hands. He stood up in a daze then walked toward the en suite. He stared at himself on the mirror for who knew how long. He then took a washcloth and wet it before going back into the bedroom.
The goateed man first closed his lover's eyes. He didn't want to look into those eyes which used to have so much fire in them. He cleaned his lover up, gently wiping all the traces of their lovemaking from his still warm body. He then drew the sheets up haphazardly to cover Ichigo, like he was only sleeping, curled up on his side.
Stark picked his clothes up and dressed methodically and soundlessly, minding what lay behind him on the bed. He took another look at what used to be his lover, the beginnings of a bruise now apparent on his neck. He couldn't help but brush the orange locks away from his face tenderly, noting that even in death, Ichigo was beautiful. He couldn't help it either when kissed his lover on the lips for the last time.
Stark lit up a cigarette, breathing in a lungful of mentholated smoke before closing the door behind him. He would mourn the love of his life later, but for now, he needed to get ready.
