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Interruptions	By : CherryStarburst Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Interruptions
- 2-Part Two
- 1
- 2
Pairing: Stark/Ichigo,
onesided Byakuya/Ichigo

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Anal,
tiny bit of angsting, some bondage, dirty talk, spank, OOC,
interruptions of the Byakuya kind!

“Aizen-sama,”
Stark greeted softly, droopy eyes staring at the shadowed figure
sitting high atop his throne. Aizen looked down at him, a patient
smile on his cunning lips.

Stark hadn't been too happy at
being summoned. He'd missed a lot of sleep, what with the fights
regularly breaking out in Hueco Mundo as the arrancar's
dissatisfaction with Aizen's 'waiting' plan became more and more
apparent. He'd been counting on a day of full rest, which was ruined
when an arrancar visited him in his quarters, summoning him to Aizen.

“Stark,” Aizen returned, folding his hands
together, interlacing his fingers. Stark was never sure what to think
of Aizen, the deceptively calm aura he radiated. Stark didn't like
such underhandedness. But there wasn't much he could be bothered to
do about it. “I have a mission for you.”

Stark
showed no sign of his surprise – a mission? Aizen rarely sent
him on a mission, a perk of being one of the top three Espada. He was
too valuable, kept for the big fights. Grimmjow said it was because
they were just wimps – he'd been swiftly silenced when Halibel
knocked him unconscious.

“Grimmjow has failed me, and
Ulquiorra wouldn't carry it out effectively. Too innocent.”
Only Aizen would think Ulquiorra innocent. “I need a spy.”

“A
spy?” Stark repeated, to make sure he'd got it right. Spying?
That seemed so... pointless. Aizen didn't need him
to spy. He had people everywhere.
“Where?”

“Karakura town,” Aizen
replied, “the situation has gotten out of hand. None of my
other connections have brought me anything. I believe they are being
dispatched by guards Yamamoto has posted around the target.”

“And
the target is?” Stark's curiosity was actually being aroused.
It was rare that Aizen would go to such lengths for someone, and the
Espada had an idea of who he would be spying on. It might actually
prove to be a challenge.

“Kurosaki
Ichigo.”

XxXxXxX

“So, how's
Byakuya-taichou?” Ichigo scowled darkly, turning to face Renji.
Renji was leant over his desk, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Pissing me off,” Ichigo snapped, turning back
away from Renji before he punched the Shinigami's face in. Byakuya
had been driving him up the wall. The captain had randomly appeared
at his house one day and demanded that he be given a room. Isshin,
unsurprisingly, hadn't denied him, even though Ichigo sensed a
certain tension between the two. Was it possible that Isshin and
Byakuya had met before?

“Surely he's not that
bad,” Renji said, full well knowing just how bad Byakuya was.
He just rubbed Ichigo the wrong way, and vice versa. In fact, Ichigo
was the first person Renji had seen cause great irritation to
Byakuya.

Ichigo just cocked his head to the other side of the
classroom, where Byakuya sat, regal as ever, being fawned over by
most of the female, and some male, populace of their class. Byakuya
took it in his stride, of course, and Rukia was helping alleviate the
swarm of people.

“Can't believe he enrolled in the
school,” Ichigo said, shaking his head. Byakuya simply did not
suit the school life. Then again, Hitsugaya had managed to pose as a
student, not to mention Ikkaku. Ichigo's school was ridiculously lax.

“He'll be gone soon,” Renji reassured, sensing
the sheer amount of tension Ichigo was carrying. Ichigo's usual frown
deepened at Renji's lie. Byakuya was there to stay, it seemed. For
what, Ichigo didn't know, though. “Just try to ignore
him.”

“Like a bug.” Renji laughed at the
comparison, drawing both Byakuya and Rukia's attention. Rukia scowled
at the disrespect she somehow knew was
taking place. “Don't get how Rukia stands him.”

Renji
turned back to Ichigo, who was looking at the brother and sister,
confusion etched into his face. Renji shrugged. Ichigo wouldn't get
it – he'd always loved his sisters, and they adored him. There
had never been any rifts between the family that lasted as long as
the Kuchiki rift had.

“He's her brother,” he said
simply.

“Poor Rukia.”

As Renji began
laughing again, Ichigo grinned and turned to look out of the window
next to his seat. He didn't know why, but he got the feeling someone
was... watching him. The back of his neck prickled uncomfortably.

My Shinigami senses are tingling,
he thought sarcastically, shaking it off. This whole Shinigami
business had just got him paranoid.

XxXxXxX

Ichigo
walked along the road, hands shoved deep into his pockets, feeling
Byakuya's disapproving look
burning into his back. He slumped his shoulders some more,
deliberately, and Byakuya's look turned into a glare.

Ichigo
grinned – it was the only way he could put up with Byakuya
haunting his house, earning the adoration of his sisters and the
respect of his father. Sleeping in his bed while he slept in his own
closet. Why couldn't Byakuya stay at Urahara's?

Suddenly, the
footsteps behind him stopped, and Ichigo could hear Byakuya take in a
sharp breath. Ichigo stopped and turned around, only to find Byakuya
glaring upwards, at a rooftop.

“What is it?”
Ichigo asked, hand going for his hollow badge. Byakuya was silent for
a moment, continuing to stare intently. Ichigo followed his gaze, not
seeing anything.

Byakuya finally shook his head. “Nothing
you should concern yourself with.”

“Well if it's
got to do with hollows I damn well better concern myself with it!”
Ichigo snapped, irritation flaring up irrationally. Byakuya sighed
long-sufferingly.

“I assure you, Kurosaki, it has
nothing to do with hollows.”

XxXxXxX

“So
annoying,” Stark murmured as he watched Kuchiki Byakuya usher
Kurosaki away, glaring in his exact direction.

Stark yawned
and lay back against the roof he was on, enjoying the rays beaming
down on him from the sun. He'd taken this trip to earth as more of a
holiday than an actual mission. Kurosaki was so easy to spy on,
really. He supposed the only reason the other spies hadn't succeeded
was due to Kuchiki. But Stark could easily surpass him.

“You
can't be next to him forever, Kuchiki-taichou,”
Stark murmured to himself with a quirky grin.

XxXxXxX

Ichigo
wandered the streets of Karakura town in his soul body. He'd forced
Kon to take his body for a bit, and warned him to act exactly as
Kurosaki Ichigo would, to not let Byakuya know anything was off.

Ichigo figured he had about thirty minutes.

As he
walked down a park path, his eyes restlessly scanned the grassy area
around him. He was praying for a hollow or something
that he could fight, take his energy and frustration at Byakuya out
on.

His gaze darted over to a bench quickly when something
moved, and he rolled his eyes when he saw it was merely a homeless
bloke lying on it, snoozing. So much for getting excited.

However,
when Ichigo peered close enough, he thought that the guy looked a bit
familiar. Ichigo frowned and moved closer hesitantly, eyes tracing
the man's angular face, long dark hair and a goatee. The man breathed
out deeply and shifted. The light from the street lamps hit the man's
jaw, and Ichigo gaped, staring at his neck. He was wearing what
appeared to be... a bone necklace.

Where
did Ichigo know him from?

Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped
open. Ichigo jumped back as he looked right at him, completely
coherent, not at all bleary.

“Ah, Kurosaki,” he
greeted, while Ichigo eyed him like he was insane. If the man could
see him, that meant he was either a Shinigami... or an arrancar. Of
course, the necklace!

Ichigo's eyes widened as he realised
exactly how he knew the man. An Espada! This man was one of Aizen's
Espada!

Ichigo's hand reached behind his back for his sword,
only to frown when he didn't connect with his weapon. There was a
minute shift of air behind him, and then cold metal was placed
against his neck, the pressure just enough to let him know it was
there.

“Looking for this?” the Espada asked,
breath whispering against his ear. His body pressed into Ichigo's
from behind, and Ichigo felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Bastard,” Ichigo choked out, his body completely
tensed. He knew this Espada was at the top, one of Aizen's highest.
Worse than Grimmjow, worse than Ulquiorra.

Ichigo had no chance.

The Espada behind him sighed.
“I'm Stark, pleased to meet you.” Ichigo frowned at the
strange greeting. What was this arrancar on? Why wasn't he killing
Ichigo with his own sword already?

“Can't say the same,
myself,” Ichigo grit out and, in one swift movement, whacked
his hand against his sword, lifting it from his neck, and whirled
round to deliver Stark a punch in the face. Stark smiled and caught
his wrist, pulling him close.

“That's quite rude,”
Stark scolded, sounding quite upset at Ichigo's blatant disregard for
him. Ichigo tried to tug his hand out of Stark's grip, tried to move
away, but Stark merely tightened his hold and dragged Ichigo closer,
until their bodies were pressed together.

“What the
hell? Pervert, let me the fuck go!” Ichigo snarled, desperately
reaching his free hand for Zangetsu. Stark threw Zangetsu to the
floor, out of the way, and then wrapped his arm around Ichigo's
waist.

“I can see why Aizen's interested in you. Fiesty
young thing,” Stark said, eyes lazily running over Ichigo's
glaring face. Those angry, chocolate eyes were perhaps the most
captivating of Ichigo's features, followed by his vibrant hair and
adorable little scowl, Stark decided.

Ichigo's disgruntled
look darkened and he picked his struggling up a notch. Christ, he was
going to get raped, wasn't he? Raped in the middle of a dark park
with no-one to help him, and completely unable to help himself
because his rapist was in the top three Espada!

No. No, I can beat him. I've got to beat him. This
fucking bastard! Ichigo growled,
raised his leg up, and kneed Stark in the crotch.

Stark
groaned in slight pain, grip loosening on Ichigo. That was all he
needed, and he wriggled out of Stark's arms, running to Zangetsu and
picking up his familiar zanpakuto. Stark was a mere second behind
him, and Ichigo raised his sword up. It collided with Stark's, metal
clashing upon metal.

“That was cruel,” Stark
mumbled, and Ichigo felt slightly guilty at the pained look on the
man's face. It had been a very underhanded move, and Ichigo didn't
particularly like underhanded moves. But it was better than getting
raped.

“And deserved,” Ichigo retorted, pulling
Zangetsu away and aiming at Stark again. Stark easily countered the
move, slipped his zanpakuto under Ichigo's, and made contact with his
side. Ichigo froze as he felt the sword dig in slightly.

“I'm
a bit angry now. It's hard to make me angry,” Stark mused,
looking like he was about to drift off into his own thoughts. Ichigo
stared at him incredulously – how was this Espada in the top
three?!

“Don't give a fuck,” Ichigo muttered
quietly, not wanting to snap Stark out of whatever world he was going
into. He could use that to his advantage. He slowly raised his sword
and struck out, aiming for Stark's neck, above the fragment of hollow
mask.

Stark smirked and easily dodged the blow, vanishing
into thin air. Ichigo frowned, lowering his sword slightly. Where had
he gone?

The air shifted slightly and, before Ichigo had time
to react, Stark popped up in front of him again, noses nearly
touching. Ichigo's breath stopped in his throat at the
proximity.

“Kurosaki-kun,” Stark said, leaning
closer. Ichigo froze completely as Stark's rough lips connected with
his own in a soft kiss. Stark grinned at Ichigo's completely confused
face and pressed further, the kiss turning harsher.

He felt a
strong spiritual presence drawing close, another weaker one following
behind, and rolled his eyes. Fucking Kuchiki.

Pulling away,
Stark raised a hand to caress Ichigo's cheek. Ichigo stared at him in
a daze, and Stark felt slightly sorry for befuddling the poor lad.
But it was better than fighting. “I'll have to go,
Kurosaki-kun. See you around.”

“Get away from him,
Espada scum!” that Abarai kid snarled, only steps away from
him, sword raised. Stark wrapped an arm around Ichigo and stepped out
of the way, lest Abarai accidentally cut up the kid Stark was
supposed to be spying on and ruin the whole mission.

Stark
shot a grin at Kuchiki - who narrowed his eyes slightly in a hateful
glare - and then took off, leaving Ichigo to snap out of whatever
daze he'd been in and start cursing him along with
Abarai.

XxXxXxX

Ichigo had wanted to take off after
that fucker and give him a piece of his mind. Two facts stopped him –
Stark could move at the speed of light, and Byakuya's hand was
resting heavily on his shoulder.

Ichigo was moodily led back
to his house, where he took his frustration out on Isshin with more
than a few kicks to the face, before storming up to his room,
slamming the door, and not letting anyone else enter.

He
didn't know what he was more annoyed at; that Stark had robbed him of
his first kiss, or that Ichigo had liked it.

That wanker must have done something to me! Maybe
that's part of his power. Hypnotism or something.
It might have sounded like a weak excuse, but it suited Ichigo just
fine as an explanation. He couldn't be at all attracted to a lazy
scum bag like Stark.

The guy works for Aizen.
Aizen! He's the enemy,
and I should have murdered him on the spot.

So why didn't ya, Ichi?
Of
course. Of course that damn hollow would get onto this, come up at
just the wrong moment to cajole him. He was a damn nuisance and
sometimes, Ichigo wished he could just cut him right out of his head.
Not very nice.

However,
the hollow didn't persist, maybe because Ichigo's strong denial bored
him to tears. But Ichigo refused to give up on that denial. Because
there was no way a lazy, enemy bastard like Stark could make him feel
anything, especially not on what was, pretty much, their first
meeting. It was just too... ridiculous.

Straight
out o' a romance novel. Love at first sight.

Wait...
no, not love! Not love!

His
hollow's amused laughter rang in his ears as Ichigo groaned and
buried his head under a pillow.

XxXxXxX

Stark had no
idea why he'd acted that way. So... underhanded. He was never
underhanded.

But
Christ, he'd wanted to get to that kid, using any means possible,
even if it went against every last one of his morals. Even if he had
to kill. In that one moment, he'd felt lust stronger than he'd ever
felt.

“Kurosaki Ichigo,”
Stark
mumbled, staring off into the distance from his perch on Ichigo's
school. Even the boy's name made him aroused beyond belief. What he
wouldn't give to dip some strawberries in melted chocolate and hand
feed them to the fit youth.

Stark sighed, lazily staring down
at the milling students with bored eyes, searching out that mop of
orange spikes that stood out like a sore thumb. The kid was
outstanding, unusual and gorgeous. That hair. Those fiery eyes.
Everything about him screamed defiant.

Stark wanted to tie
him down, spank his squeezable
arse
into oblivion and then fuck him until he screamed, with Ichigo
begging for
more, more of his cock, more of his hard hand, more of him.

I
haven't felt this aroused in years,
Stark thought. Being a top Espada, he had unnatural control of his
body, so none of it showed, not that it would have mattered. But if
that Kuchiki bastard had seen him with a raging erection, Stark may
have been forced to kill him.

And he would gladly do it. The
way Kuchiki stared at his
Kurosaki,
eyes trailing down to that arse, staring lustfully at his form as he
fought, sweat dripping down his hard face, onto those fuckable lips.
Stark supposed it would have been hard for anyone to resist
Ichigo.

But damn it, Stark just wanted to lock him away in a
tower and never let anyone see him, never let anyone have those
thoughts about him. He wanted to wring Kuchiki's neck, even though he
hated violence, even though he knew the captain would never start
anything with Ichigo. His pride got in the way. The two clashed too
much.

While Stark and Ichigo clashed just the right amount.

Stark
knew Ichigo had wanted him. In those brief, precious minutes when
Stark had plundered his lips, he had felt Ichigo's longing, his
longing to give in, not resist just to save face.

Stark
grinned lazily at the mere memory. He had to kiss Ichigo again, hold
him again. The boy was a drug.

And as Stark spied Ichigo
walked up to the school building, an out-of-place Kuchiki following
him, he realised he was an addict.

XxXxXxX

Stark smiled
as he stood outside the door to the boy's bathroom. It was in the
middle of classes, and Ichigo had just gone in there for a piss,
Kuchiki unable to follow him without drawing too much attention.
Perfect.

In one swift moment, he'd flown in and stood right
behind Ichigo, the movement soundless, sightless. Ichigo was just
about to zip himself up, having no clue that Stark was scant inches
from him.

Stark knew the moment Ichigo felt his presence. He
stiffened, a hand on his zip. His breathing picked up a pace, and
Stark could see the back of his neck turning a bright
red.

“Kurosaki-kun,” he greeted amicably, hands
itching to snake out and molest Ichigo into oblivion. His arousal had
been pressing at him all day, but he hadn't been able to get Ichigo
to himself. Kuchiki Byakuya and that sister of his were thorough
little shits, not to mention that big guy, Sado.

“Stark,”
Ichigo grit out. Stark could resist no longer, arms quickly wrapping
around Ichigo from behind, bringing him close, pressed against his
hard body. Ichigo's breath caught in his throat, and he tensed even
further, getting ready to struggle.

Stark's hand lowered from
his stomach to the top of his trousers, where they were undone.
Ichigo froze, no longer thinking about struggling.

“I've
been thinking about you all night,” Stark whispered into his
ear, nibbling it gently. Ichigo made a stifled sort of squeak, and
Stark chuckled. His morals had, once again, flown out the window.
“Thinking about this hard stomach.” His other hand
caressed Ichigo's stomach, before trailing upwards. “Your
strong chest.” Deft fingers undid one of Ichigo's buttons, and
then slipped inside the small parting in his shirt, brushing against
a nipple.

“Fuck,” Ichigo hissed, about to struggle
again. Stark was quick, pressing a kiss to Ichigo's neck, and then
laving a long trail upwards with his tongue. Ichigo sagged back into
him helplessly with a small groan. “Leave me alone,
bastard.”

“Why would I do that?” Stark asked
quietly, pinching the nipple he'd come across. Ichigo arched back
into him. “When I haven't fucked you through a wall, bent you
over a table, pounded you into a mattress, had you suck my hard,
aching cock or, in fact, tasted yours?”

His hand cupped
Ichigo's prominent bulge through his school trousers, just holding
it, not making any other move. Ichigo gasped and arched into his
hand, trying to get it to move. Stark tightened his fingers on his
nipple warningly, but that only made Ichigo arch harder. Stark
grinned at the revelation.

“By the time I'm done, you
will know every dip, every contour of my dick, exactly how it feels
in your arse, in your mouth, against your hand. But even that won't
be enough. You'll beg for even more, and fuck will I give it to you.
No matter how many times I defile your sweet innocence, we'll both
need
more.”

He rubbed at Ichigo's clothed erection, even as
Ichigo shook his head in belated denial. “That, I promise you,”
he whispered, and then sunk his teeth into Ichigo's neck, bringing
blood to the surface, which he lapped up greedily. Ichigo threw his
head back, exposing more of his neck, trying to choke back pleas.

The door burst open, even though Stark had locked it. He
scowled and turned them both around, knowing exactly who it was,
until they were facing Byakuya, who stared at the scene, rather
shocked. Ichigo looked quite ravaged, Stark was sure. Blood rolling
down his neck, Stark's hand massaging his erection, trousers
unzipped, and clearly moving into Stark's touch.

“Kuchiki,”
Stark greeted calmly, and then his tongue lapped up a drop of blood
making it's way down Ichigo's neck.

“Release him,”
Byakuya ordered, even though he wasn't in soul form and could do
nothing against Stark until he was. Stark laughed.

“All
right, all right, I'm a peaceful man. No need to start a fight,”
he said, amused, and then spun Ichigo around. Ichigo stared at him
dazedly for a minute, before that familiar scowl began to work it's
way back onto his face. Stark pressed a quick, bloody kiss to his
lips.

“Until we meet again, Kurosaki,” he
murmured against those lips, hand trailing down to squeeze Ichigo's
arse, in full view of Kuchiki. Ichigo gasped quietly.

Stark
regretfully pulled away, sent an unusually cocky look at Kuchiki, and
had vacated the bathroom in just one quick step.

Ichigo would
keep his innocence for a little while longer.

XxXxXxX

This
was originally going to be a oneshot, but Open Office began
complaining after page 7, so I had to split it up into two parts.
Bloody computer.

Ack, sorry for this being a bit too
fast-paced. I just can't control the madness that is OOC Stark! He
wants Ichigo and he wants him right now!

So, there it is! I'm
in love with rare Bleach pairings, and I've only read one story of
this pairing, I believe. Absolutely had to add to this under
appreciated category!

Hope you review, tell me what I could
change to better the story, or what you like!
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