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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Colds 2
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Starrk/Ichigo
Word count: 1,126
Requested by: Bethany
AN: And…another one! This one is fluffy with a hint of smutty thoughts. :3
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He was a lazy ass, but he couldn’t complain, not really. He had known Starrk from high school, the older of the two gradating the year before him. After he had graduated, Ichigo had moved into Starrks apartment after the mans roommate had gotten engaged and moved out.
What he hadn’t expected was the way he had ended up taking over keeping the apartment clean while Starrk went to class, seeing as Ichigos classes were online and he worked weekends at his fathers’ clinic. Starrk worked during the day as for a work credit thing, but he also lived off of his families’ money.
Not to say that Starrk didn’t do his part in keeping the apartment neat, he did. He was just lazy, usually doing something that just required him to stand there and wash, like dishes. Occasionally Ichigo would come home and find the apartment cleaned and laundry separated for later wash, his roommate snoring on the couch while a movie played on the T.V.
It was one such scene that he walked into after a busy day at the clinic, making Ichigo shake his head and a smile dance on his lips. He had to admit that Starrk had wonderful timing when it came to not being lazy and that single fact continued to fuel his crush on the dark haired business undergraduate.
Dropping his bag off in his room, Ichigo grabbed a bottle of tea, noting that the shopping for the week had been done before settling down with the laundry to shift through. His roommate was good about separating, but ask him to pre-treat a stain and you’d end up getting a blank look from the main. Loosing himself in the work, the red head didn’t even notice when Starrk woke up and watched the way his long fingers moved over the clothes, checking and treating stains as he found them.
“I figured you’d wait to do that after you relaxed,” Starrk finally said, getting a squeak from Ichigo who was working some stain remover into what looked like lipstick.
“I don’t have any clean clothes. It’s been nuts at work and my art class started on acrylics,” Ichigo huffed, holding up the shirt with a curious look. “Who jumped you this time?” he asked, Starrk eyeing the stain with a hum.
“Some little male. Don’t know his name, could care less,” Starrk drawled, settling back into watch Ichigo rub at the spot with a small brush and watered down laundry soap.
“One of these days you’ll end up dating one of your fan boys,” Ichigo teased as he tossed the treated shirt onto a pile. Starrk just snorted and smirked when he got a curious look.
“They don’t interest me. To damn squealy, just like a girl. If I’m gonna date a woman, I want the damn curves that comes with one,” Starrk explained, waving a hand back and forth. “But with guys, I like them with a bit of fire in ‘em. I want to walk out of my bedroom, feeling smug and bruised, knowing that I fucked a little spit fire into a mindless pile of happy. “He smirked, enjoying the way the lean body shifted as a blush overtook a soft face.
“Pervert,” Ichigo huffed, sending Starrk a pouting glare as he continued to separate the clothing, getting a rumbling laugh from the brunet.
“You can’t tell me that not of your boyfriends have ever pinned you down and made you beg for it,” Starrk replied, going still when Ichigo did, a dark blush over taking the softer one. “You have got to be joking me. You have dated some of the so called best lovers out there.”
“The rumors are wrong about their so called poweress,” Ichigo snorted, going through clothes as an excuse to not look at Starrk.
“Grimmjow. I’ve seen how big he was, he was a good size,” Starrk said, sitting up, mind whirling.
“I was lucky to get off before him. He had no stamina nad he was vanilla,” was the prompt reply as the red head shook out a shirt.
“Renji?” Starrk asked, almost afraid to ask.
“So vanilla that we didn’t ‘fuck’. We ‘made love’,” Ichigo snorted, tossing a shirt onto another pile. “I couldn’t’ get it as hard as I wanted. Kenpachi was okay, but a bit to eager. I don’t mind some barely enough stretching, but I need more then a damn finger,” he growled, huffing and pouting.
“You haven’t gotten laid since you moved here, have you?” Starrk asked after a few minutes of silence between them. Ichigo shook his head, nearly pouting at that reminder. It didn’t help that every time Starrk went out and got lucky he had a very vivid day dream that always ended with him pulling out the toys to play with.
“No. I’m either doing homework, hanging with friends, cleaning or working. I don’t have any interest in going out and trying to find someone who knows what they’re doing in and out of the bed,” Ichigo huffed, continuing to sort the laundry as they both fell silent again. Finishing with the sorting and pre-treating, the younger of the two stood up, Starrk watching the tight ass that he dreamt about. Standing up, he quickly followed after, enjoying the way Ichigo bent over to put a new piece of clothing into the washer. Waiting until he closed the lid, the lanky man slinked up behind him and rested his fingers on lithe hips, nuzzling into the spot behind Ichigos ear.
“So, Ichi, what do you say I show you how sex is really supposed ta be?” he asked, nearly purring as the lean body went stiff, inadvertently brushing that sweet ass against his groin.
“I don’t do one night stands,” Ichigo said, his voice husky and rich. Starrk laughed lowly, tongue slipping out to lap at the sweet skin there.
“Not offering one night. Offering a forever if you want,” Starrk hummed, smiling again as Ichigo relaxed against him.
“Does this offer include monogamy and dates?” Ichigo asked, enjoying the way the long arms curled around his waist, pulling him close to the deceptively lean body.
“Yes, it does,” Starrk returned, enjoying the fact that Ichigo was so willing to stay in his arms.
“Then I can do that. But you’re not getting any for a while yet. I want to date. I missed just dating,” Ichigo said, smirking at the moan of displeasure.
“Fine, fine. I’ll be a good boy as long as I can kiss you all I want,” the lanky man said, getting a smile and a nod.
“I can do that. I Like kissing,” Ichigo purred, getting a laugh and a nod before he was kissed mindless.
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