Here is Chapter Eight! I can't believe I've come so far writing this! It's so exciting, and a huuuuuuuge thanks to everyone who has reviewed and spurred me on!
WARNING: Yaoi of course!
Annnnd, before we begin, the request for IchigoXStark, made by *PurebloodPrincess09* HAS been granted! Hope it matches up to your expectations ^_^
Chapter Eight: Fallen:
Ichigo walked down to the canteen on the second floor to grab something to eat before he explored further. For some reason he couldn't understand… Aizen had allowed him to leave his room and walk around so long as he stuck to the second, third and fourth floors. It was unlikely he would travel up to the fourth floor as that was where the Espada lived. He really didn't want to accidently run into Grimmjow; Nnoitra; Ulquiorra. In fact, he'd rather just stay out of all the Espada's ways; Gin and Tousen too.
With a small sigh Ichigo joined the back of the short queue of hollows, waiting in line to reach the food counters. He couldn't deny that Aizen had a good set up here. The hollows were happy, they were safe and fed. And they didn't have the threat of returning to Adjuchas or worse Menos Grande.
Ichigo smiled weakly at the attendant behind the counter as he reached her, "Um… Tuna and red pepper sushi please." He requested, "And an orange juice please."
She shot him a filthy look, he could have been mistaken but he was certain that her look was filled with jealousy and envy. He swallowed and took his tray from her with a mumble of thanks before retreating as fast as he could.
He slid into a seat at the back of the canteen and tucked the chair in slightly, setting his tray on the table. He sighed and opened the small tray of sushi and carefully dabbed some wasabi sauce over the pieces. He smiled slightly and picked up the chopsticks, splitting them before he picked up the first roll and popped it into his mouth. He let out a satisfied groan at the taste and swallowed quickly.
"Do you mind if I join you?" a low sleepy voice rumbled from behind him.
Ichigo looked around quickly and found himself looking up at the muscular figure of Espada number one, "S… Stark… Umm… Yeah of course…" he replied a little apprehensively.
Stark nodded and sat down opposite him, "Thanks." He rumbled and began eating his chicken ramen.
Ichigo watched him eat for several minutes before tucking back into his sushi. He looked up at him, "Stark?"
"Mmm?"
"You… Aren't the same as the other Espada." He murmured, "I was wondering… Why are you one of them if you hate fighting so much?"
Stark looked up from his food, "It's not that I hate fighting, I mean I don't like it much either. The reason I'm here is because… I'm not alone anymore. Before Aizen-sama found me I was alone on the Sands and the other hollows shied away from me because my reiatsu was too strong… Anyone who did stay close to me ended up dying because they couldn't survive under my power. So I was always alone. But I'm not anymore; the Espada can take my reiatsu."
Ichigo swallowed as he listened and felt a wave of sadness, without thinking he reached over and rested a hand over Starks', "That's really sad… I'm sorry you went through something so bad."
Stark froze and stared back at him for a moment, "Thank you… But really, I don't need pity."
"I don't pity you." Ichigo replied quickly, "I wouldn't do that."
"Aren't you lonely here Ichigo?"
He faltered as he retracted his hand and stabbed a roll of sushi, "I guess… I know my friends are trying to rescue me though…" he murmured, "I just hope they don't get hurt is all."
"You're lucky to have such friends. I'm sure many wouldn't risk themselves in Hueco Mundo just to rescue one person."
He smiled, "I know… I'm glad I have them."
There was a long pause as the two continued to eat; when he was finished Ichigo stabbed the straw into the carton of juice and took a deep sip.
Stark stretch and yawned loudly, "I enjoyed talking with you, Ichigo."
"I enjoyed talking to you too Stark." The berry head replied with a smile, "It was refreshing."
"Well… I have to go back to my room but I'd like to keep talking." He fidgeted, "Do you want to come with me?"
Ichigo hesitated before smiling, "Sure. Sounds nice." He replied and finished his drink.
Stark smiled suddenly and stood up, taking Ichigo's tray as well as his own, "Good… I'll just be a moment. Then we can go."
Ichigo nodded and got to his feet. He watched the wavy haired Espada walk over to the bin to discard their rubbish and smiled to himself, maybe not everyone was totally retarded in Las Noches then. And Stark was very attractive…
Only a few minutes later Ichigo was walking with the tall male up to the fourth floor. He glanced at a few of the other doors and saw each was inscribed with a black number, ten to one. When they reached door number one, Stark pulled out a key and unlocked it, pushing it open and letting Ichigo into the room before him.
Ichigo was surprised to see that Stark did not have white furniture as the rest of the palace seemed to be equipped with, instead he had a giant stack of green pillows and cushions in the middle of the room, a plain wooden bed with green covers and a bed side lamp.
"Terrible isn't it?" Stark asked as he closed the door and joined Ichigo.
"Huh?" Ichigo frowned, "No… It's really nice. It's much nice than the room I've been shoved in."
"Really?" Stark asked with a slightly sceptical look.
"Yes… I prefer colour." He smiled as he looked back at him.
Stark looked surprised for a moment before he threw himself down on the pile of pillows in the middle and stretched out lazily, waving a hand for Ichigo to join him.
Ichigo dithered on the spot for a moment but then sat down beside the sprawled out Vasto Lordes.
"Do you want a drink?" Stark mumbled after about ten minutes.
"Oh… No I'm fine thanks." He replied, scratching the back of his head gently.
"Okay… Good… I've run out of tea bags…"
Ichigo laughed softly at the carefree attitude of the man and found it extremely relaxing after the uptightness Ulquiorra had shown him. He slumped back against the pillows and stretched out as well, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face. He had just drifted into a place between sleep and consciousness when Stark spoke again.
"You're nice." The Espada decided as he watched the shinigami dozing.
"Eh?" Ichigo replied as he brushed his fringe out of his eyes, "What do you mean"?
"You're nice. You don't judge and you aren't afraid of me."
"Why would I be afraid of you?"
"Because I'm a hollow…"
"Don't be stupid… I would be afraid of someone just for that." He told him, "Part of my power if hollow… I'd be a hypocrite." He chuckled.
Stark was quiet for a moment, "But you're nice looking too." He murmured.
Ichigo's head snapped around and he gasped as he found the male's face was close to his, he swallowed, "S… So are you…" he blurted out.
"Hmm… Thank you…" Stark smiled slightly and closed the distance, pressing his lips against Ichigo's.
The orange haired young man was taken aback by his actions but gasped softly as he warm tongue darted over his lips, as his lips parted the muscle slipped inside his mouth. He let out a moan into the Espada's mouth and cupped the side his face, "Hmm… Mmm… S… Stark…" he panted softly as they pair parted.
Stark smiled at the berry head and brushed a hand through the soft orange locks of hair, "Hmm… You taste sweet." He breathed against his lips, "I like it." He added and claimed his mouth again, delving his tongue back into the shinigami's waiting mouth.
Stark's hands, now more confident in the other's reaction, began to wander; sneaking under his white kosode and brushed the soft and tanned skin of his abdomen.
Ichigo moaned softly and arched against his touch, winding his arm behind his neck and holding him closer; his other hand rested on the hollow's thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb.
The number one Espada groaned loudly into his mouth and brushed his other hand up under his kosode as well. One had splayed over his chest and the other hand stroked just under his belly button.
Ichigo moaned at the contact and laid back against the cushions, pulling Stark closer and trailing his mouth down his throat slowly, giving special attention to his Adam's apple. He sucked firmly at his skin until a red mark was left behind. He looked up at him shyly but smiled and gasped breathlessly as he was kissed with more force than before.
Deft hands tore his kosode away and threw it across the room, the same hands skilfully rubbing and handling his nipples until they were stood to attention and more sensitive than before. Stark latched his mouth around one of the buds and coated it with saliva before his hands moved further down, tickling his abdomen again; then dipping lower and snuck under the waist band of his hakama.
Ichigo arched up against the hand as it pressed against the front of his underwear and rubbed firmly. Ichigo moaned out loudly and bucked his hips eagerly, gripping the back of Stark's neck while his other hand yanked open his coat and shoved it forcefully off his body and down his arms.
His eager reaction brought a rumbling laugh from the larger man's chest, Stark threw his coat aside as requested before returning his hand to Ichigo's stirring member.
The younger male arched up and moaned hopefully, arching against the hand and pushing him back, shuffling out of his own hakama. He climbed over Stark and pressed down against him, smiling a little shyly as he claimed his mouth.
With a gruff moan into the orange haired male's mouth, Stark arched up against him and held his hips firmly, grinding against him. He smirked triumphantly as he heard the young man gasp as their hardening members rubbed through their underwear.
Ichigo panted and pulled back, looking down at him with flushed cheeks. It didn't take long for the Espada to reach up and cup one of these reddened cheeks and caress his skin tenderly.
"D… Do you… Want me Stark?" Ichigo asked quietly, his voice not concealing his embarrassment at such a question.
The brunette looked up at him and kissed him softly, "Yes…" he replied in a husky tone.
"O… Okay… Then… I want you too." The berry head replied with a swallow.
Stark flipped their positions again and pinned him down, not unkindly as Aizen and Grimmjow had done, but in such a way that elevated the sensations already coursing through his prospective lover's body, he pressed against him and rolled his hips until they both hardened completely.
Releasing Ichigo as he knelt back, Stark admired the wanton body laid strewn over his cushions. Ichigo had a taught muscular abdomen, strong pectorals, his arms and legs were both exceptionally long; they seemed to go on forever but were in perfect proportion to the rest of his body, they suited him perfectly. The orange hair was soft looking, too soft looking; it seemed impossible that hair could be that soft looking and yet every time Stark ran his fingers through it… Hay presto! It was as soft as it looked. The younger man's neck was relatively long as well, and carried light red marks from where his own teeth and tongue had abused the sensitive skin.
Stark sighed softly and followed the view; Ichigo's cheeks were lightly dusted with pink making him look so vulnerable and adorable… It was no wonder so many people wanted him; his eyes were clouded over with lust but their chocolaty shade was stunning and drew Stark in like whirlpools.
He got distracted but soon moved onto the un-ogled areas of the young man's body. His hip bones were quite prominent, and over all Ichigo was quite slender, but pleasantly so. Not like the sorts of Nnoitra or Gin… No… Ichigo was perfect in every way; his slender nature was countered by the rippling muscles that had been trained with dedication. Moving down again, the long legs he had fleetingly cast his gaze to beforehand… Oh how he wanted those legs wound around his waist, the thighs were strong and firm to the touch, but quivered under the coolness of his fingertips. They, like the rest of Ichigo's perfect body were lightly tanned.
God he was beautiful.
Ichigo lifted his head and looked at Stark quizzically, "S… Stark?" he whispered a little hoarsely, "Wh… What are you doing?"
Stark jumped slightly and looked back at him, his own cheeks flaring with colour, "I… Um… Nothing…" he stammered and rubbed his hand against the front of the man's underwear, leaving him moaning and bucking for more contact.
Stark happily complied and slowly peeled away Ichigo's last article of clothing. His eyes widened slightly at the size of the younger male's member and felt his mouth water very slightly. He swallowed and glanced up at Ichigo before he wrapped an eager hand around him and began pumping him in quick succession.
Ichigo moaned and collapsed against the cushions, arching and bucking into his hand needily, groaning the other's name heatedly.
Stark leaned down over him and claimed his mouth, swallowing his moans as he pressed his thumb against the head of his member and rubbed gently but firmly, eliciting cries of pleasure from the man beneath him.
He lifted Ichigo's legs around his waist, groaning himself as he pressed against the back of his thigh and rocked slightly. His free hand crept up to Ichigo's mouth and tapped three fingers against his lips, asking for entrance.
Ichigo looked up at Stark with slightly smoky eyes, taking the fingers into his mouth and instantly curling his wet tongue around the digits, swirling his muscle around, between and over the three.
Stark paused the ministrations of Ichigo's member and stared open mouthed at the arousing sight of Ichigo sucking on his fingers, the way his eyes smouldered nearly tipped Stark over the edge and put an end to the whole thing. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and cleared it gently, tearing his eyes away and restarting his attentions to the now slightly neglected; straining organ.
After a few minutes the Vasto Lordes deemed his fingers coated enough and slowly trailed a wet finger down the inside of Ichigo's thigh, causing the man to shudder and whine. Wasting no more time Stark pressed the first finger against the god-like man's entrance, he gently increased the pressure until he was able to slide his finger past the ring of muscles and inside. He groaned gently and let out a small panting moan.
Ichigo gasped at the intrusion but soon moaned again as Stark's mouth descended back onto one of his nipples. He wriggled and quivered beneath him, barely noticing the second and third finger entering him until they began to stretch him carefully. He let out a whimper of discomfort, but it was replaced by a loud cry of pure bliss as the three fingers curled firmly into his nerves and sent sparks of delight through his whole body.
Stark smiled as he found the younger man's bundle of nerves and continued thrusting his fingers into the ball repeatedly until he believed the orange haired shinigami was ready for him.
He removed his fingers slowly and carefully, looking down with amusement as Ichigo whined in displeasure at the sudden emptiness. Stark leaned over him and smiled warmly, kissing the smaller male softly before dipping his tongue into his mouth. He moaned as he kissed him, quickly freeing himself from the confines of his underwear. He leaned over further and lifted Ichigo's legs a little higher before pressing the head of his member against his untraced. Ichigo moaned loudly at the contact and rolled his hips against him.
Stark let out a groan at the actions of the man beneath him and sucked on his tongue as he pressed forwards and slowly eased himself into him. He pushed on until he was completely sheathed within his lover and let out a breathless moan; caressing his side with soft fingers to comfort him as he grew accustom to his size.
Ichigo panted softly as he was stretched by his massive member, he winced fleetingly before snaking his arms around his back and holding him closer to him as he started rocking up towards his hips, gasping and whining at the sensation of him moving inside him.
Stark let out a low groan as he felt his hips moving and propped himself up with his hands either side of his head. He closed his eyes and kissed him with more force as he pulled out of him almost completely and then sheathed himself back inside of him. He felt a sense of deep satisfaction as the recipient let out a wail as his nerves were slammed into.
With no hesitation he began moving inside of him more confidently, thrusting into his nerves repeatedly; handing his head slightly and breathing heavily but in short sharp pants. Ichigo bucked his hips against him repeatedly, pushing him as deep as possible with every thrust.
Ichigo let his head fall back as he began to knead at his skin with his hands as they rested on his back; he moaned out loudly and arched against him over and over, feeling a coiling in his stomach at the overloading sensations.
Stark began to move faster and harder against him, snapping his hips forwards against Ichigo's.
The sound of heavy breathing and slapping skin echoed around the large room, along with moans and panting.
Ichigo arched his back and dug his nails into Stark's back, digging his heels in to his thighs as he lifted against him faster and moaning loudly. He threw his head back again and cried out the other's name loudly as his muscles spasmed around his member abruptly and he released hard over his own stomach, and the stomach of his lover.
Stark's eyes flashed open as he felt him climax hit and claimed his mouth, moaning freely and bucking roughly against him; holding his position as he released inside of him. He collapsed down on top of him and panted heavily, brushing his nose against the other's jaw.
Gasping softly for breath, Ichigo looked down at Stark; smiling contentedly as he leaned down and kissed the brunettes' cheek gently, "T… that was… amazing…" he whispered, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
"It was." Stark agreed as he looked up at him. He pulled out of him slowly, hearing a whine of displeasure from the orange haired male and rested down beside him.
Ichigo smiling faintly and stretched curling up on his side. He opened his eyes suddenly as he heard a loud snore and blinked as he stared at Stark. He was… asleep? Already? He didn't know whether to be amused or annoyed.
With a small sigh Ichigo got to his feet slowly and crept into the Espada's bathroom and slipped lithely into the large shower. He turned the water on and shivered as the blissful warm liquid cascaded over his body.
He washed quickly and borrowed some of Stark's shampoo, which ironically was scented with strawberries; he scrubbed his hair clean and rinsed it free of soap.
He turned the water off and climbed back out of the shower after about ten minutes, using one of the large fluffy towels and patting his skin dry, scrubbing his hair.
There was an abrupt buzz in the bathroom which made him jump, then there was a voice; a familiar one at that.
"Kurosaki Ichigo… Please make your way to Aizen-sama's room immediately."
It Ulquiorra. Of course.
Ichigo swallowed and put the towel in the wash basket, going back into the other room and collecting his scattered clothing; he dressed as slowly as he possibly could to draw out the process, but when he finally pulled his final sandal back on he looked at Stark. He didn't really want to leave, what had just occurred was the first good thing since he'd been kidnapped.
He sighed and wrote him a little note and left it beside him, throwing the duvet from the bed over him before he left. He hesitated but snuck out of the number one Espada's bedroom and started walking towards the staircase.
Twenty minutes later and Ichigo was still trying to find his way back to Aizen's room; this place was truly a maze. He had wandered left, right and centre and he was no closer to identifying Aizen's room than he had been when he'd first set out.
He sighed and put his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor before he was stopped by a firm but not painful hand on his arm. He looked around quickly and swallowed as he came face to face with the very man he was looking for.
"A… Aizen…" he stammered, "I was… Ulquiorra… He said I had to come to your room… I got lost…"
"I know. I saw, which is why I came down here to find you myself." He replied with a small smirk.
"O… Oh… Right… Um… Thanks." He said hesitantly.
"Let's go back to my room Kurosaki Ichigo." He chuckled at the younger man's obviously tension.
Ichigo was stunned when he felt an arm wind around his waist and looked up at the leader of the hollows for an explanation. None came, but Aizen held him closer as he flash-stepped them up to his room, coming to a stop outside. Ichigo blushed heavily as he realised he hadn't stopped staring.
"Here we go." Aizen murmured as he opened the door and let Ichigo go in before him.
Obediently, Ichigo hastened into the room; hearing the door shut behind him. He went to sit down in the chair opposite Aizen's but was stopped by an arm around his waist again. He made a small squeaking noise as he was scooped up and carried and looked up at him in surprise and confusion. He winced slightly as he was sat sideways on his lap as Aizen took to the large seat near the balcony.
There was a long silence between the two, in which Ichigo discreetly observed Aizen from the
corner of his eyes, in his opinion it appeared Aizen was thinking something over. Something he didn't want to get wrong.
"Ichigo… Why did you bed Stark?" he asked suddenly.
Ichigo's eyes widened and he looked up at him, "I… It… We… There…"
"Take a breath Ichigo. As much as I am displeased at you… Choosing to share yourself with my Espada I cannot prevent you from doing so. It is your choice." He sighed softly, "However… I do feel I should tell you… I consider you MY property now. So if you do continue to allow others to take you I will not be so calm about it."
Ichigo stared up at him, "I'm not your property."
"Oh but you are-" he leaned down and brushed a hand along his neck and tilted his head up so their lips were brushing, "-My sweet little strawberry…" he claimed his mouth before Ichigo could even comprehend a retort to his words.
Ichigo let out a gasp and felt Aizen's tongue dominate his mouth; the leader of the hollows' hand embedded into his hair and held him in place. Ichigo let out a soft and weak moan as his own hands lifted and flew into his hair; holding him all the closer.
He gasped as Aizen pulled back suddenly and opened his eyes again to look at him, he swallowed at his expression and had completely forgotten the reason he had had to be angry at him
"So… What do you say Ichigo?" Aizen asked in a low seductive voice close to his ear, making his heart skip a beat.
"T… To w… What?" he asked in confusion, his mind entirely muddled.
Aizen chuckled in his ear, making him shudder, "Will you be mine?" he asked, blowing warm breath over his skin.
Ichigo swallowed and felt heat spattering his cheeks, "W… What?"
"Be mine." He repeated, flicking his tongue over the shell of his ear.
Ichigo's eyes slipped closed and he let out a moan as the same warm tongue slid around the inside of his ear before teeth nipped firmly at the lobe.
"Ichigo?" Aizen urged again.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Excellent." Aizen smirked widely on the inside.
"Huh?" Ichigo's response was cut off by Aizen's mouth descending on his sweet spot, making him wriggle slightly and moan.
Damn it! He'd agreed to his request without even realising it! He was… Oh god… He had just signed himself over to Aizen… Oh sweet mercy someone save him!
Aizen sucked roughly on his neck and relished the sound of the man moaning at his actions, running a hand down his side and squeezing his hip gently; making Ichigo arch and moan out into his waiting mouth.
"I could quite easily take a permanent liking to you Kurosaki Ichigo…" he breathed against his lips, "Perhaps."
Ichigo looked up at him in surprise and swallowed, not sure whether to believe him or not, "Why would you do that?"
"Well… You're of some intelligence, you're attractive; you supply an interesting competition and… Most of all you amuse me greatly. I won't get bored easily." He replied with a slight purr, "Kurosaki Ichigo…" he half purred, "You can't deny we have something in common…"
Ichigo stared up at him and felt his breath quicken slightly, "I… I don't know…"
Aizen merely smiled knowingly, "Yes you do… Or you will in time… I will be patient for once."
Ichigo looked up at him in confusion before he leaned up and kissed him softly, cupping his cheek and probing his tongue into his mouth. He didn't know what came over him, but suddenly Ichigo moved around and straddled his lap, pressing down against him eagerly.
Aizen was shocked by his actions, but he wasn't about to disway him, he had planned to slowly lure him into coming back willingly but it appeared Ichigo was more easily manipulated that first thought.
Ichigo broke away for air and panted softly, looking at Aizen a little shyly and nibbled his bottom lip. Aizen smiled, forcing it to appear gently, he brushed some strands of orange hair out of the chestnut eyes of his newest pet.
Aizen pulled Ichigo to his feet gently and took his hands, "Come on… You must be tired after such a tedious day. You may stay here tonight."
"I… uh… O… Okay…" he replied with a small stammer.
"Don't sound so scared Ichigo… I treat those in my possession VERY well. I'll have you given one of the rooms on this floor tomorrow instead of that disgraceful tower. I believe these rooms will be much, much more comfortable."
"That does sound… Nice." He agreed.
"Good. Then come with me." He smiled again and took his hand once more.
Aizen led Ichigo into his bedroom for the second time since the substitute shinigami had arrived in Las Noches.
Ichigo was surprised to find a warm pair of pyjamas was waiting for him on the bed. He swallowed and smiled faintly, not even batting an eyelid as he stripped off and pulled on the pyjamas happily.
Aizen chuckled as he watched him and put both their uniforms in the wash basket before pulled on a pair of drawstring pyjama bottoms and slid into the bed beside his orange haired male.
Ichigo snuggled down under the surprisingly warm covered and buried his face into the pillows under him, letting out a soft moan of glee at the comfortable bed.
"Goodnight… My Ichigo." Aizen whispered into his ear, making the male shivered, he brushed his jaw with his nose before smirking widely and lying down as well. His eyes did widen fleetingly when Ichigo also shuffled over and cuddled into him. His eyebrow twitched but he let out a calming breath and turned the lights off.
Before long, all that could be heard in the room was slow breathing. However, the bedroom doors slid open slowly and near silently; Gin slowly padded into the room and towards the bed.
"What is it Gin?" Aizen's voice suddenly broke the silence, yet he kept it fairly quiet so Ichigo wouldn't wake.
"How did ya know it was me again Aizen-Taichou?" He asked with a pout.
"I asked a question."
"Oh Aizen-Taichou… Yer so mean ta meh…" Gin protested before sighing, "I got that collar ya asked fer…"
"Excellent… Leave it on the bed." He ordered.
After doing so Gin was excused, leaving Aizen and Ichigo alone once more. Aizen smirked to himself and picked up the collar, and looked down at Ichigo, "MY pet." He breathed darkly.
A/N: So this is the end of Chapter Eight! I hope you all enjoyed it! The next chapter will revert to the battles Ichigo's friends' face to try and rescue him!
Please continue to review as I love to hear your thoughts and ideas! And as ever, if anyone wants to see a particular pairing in future chapters then please review and tell me and I shall make it happen!
Thank y'all! ^_^