Title: Don't Let Go, pt2
Pairing: StarrkxIchigo
Summary: Last part.
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, angst, minor cursing, and fighting
Word Count: 1, 875 (withouth A/N)
Song: Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweet Hearts by Arctic Monkeys
For: Silver-Serval who wanted a break up fic, but from Starrk's POV. O.M.G. Can you forgive me? CAN YOU? I got your review and I completely understand school-related crap and high-chipmunk moments. Also Starrk narcolepsy/laziness. I'm happy you enjoyed the first part; I was extremely nervous! :D

A/N: ...I'm sorry? :D I got everyone's reviews...I read them on my iPod and forgot to reply! :O X( I am extremely overjoyed, however, by the response everyone has been giving for this collection! Thanks for putting up with my crappy updating skills!

Side note: Sorry if this seems really disconnected to the first part...there was a huge gap between writing these sooooo...I forgot where I was going. X( Sorrryyy Silver-Serval!

"It has come to my attention that the Primera and Sexta have fled with the enemy…" Aizen drawled, extremely displeased. Hazel eyes rested upon Ulquiorra. "I want them to be disposed of. Completely. Enough with the stalling, there is much work to do in the World of the Living and we can't afford trivial betrayals." Ulquiorra nodded, beginning to leave the throne room. Aizen's voice boomed across the room again, halting the Cuatro espada. "On second thought…kill them all except for Starrk. We shall need him in the battle against the captains."

"Yes, Aizen-sama."

The tongue in his mouth flicked at his own, sending a thrilling shiver down his spine. Starrk's gloved hands cradled the young teen's face, delicately positioning Ichigo so he could kiss him deeper. There was so much craving; it was like Ichigo was his drink and he could not stop. Starrk didn't want to dwell on leaving Ichigo that night; he didn't want to think about how he had to leave him again to assist Aizen…Or could he even go back at this rate. The Primera didn't think he could handle losing the one thing that eased the loneliness. Ichigo's hands fisting the front of his shirt squeezed tightly, Starrk opening his eyes to see misty chocolate eyes staring at him. Starrk pulled away ever so slightly, both of their breaths still mingling together. "Ichigo?"

"I can't do this." The vizard stated.

Starrk's eyes widen. Do what? The sand beneath them was skittering away, the winds of Hueco Mundo growing stronger. Starrk continued to stare at Ichigo in confusion.

"Inoue and Grimmjow went to see Ishida…I have to be sure they'll be okay. The only reason Grimmjow is even complying is because he wants to fight me…" Ichigo's voice went into a soft whisper. "I can't do this. This…fling." A more determined look entered his eyes. "I won't do this."

Starrk's hands fell slowly and he watched the teen carefully. Ichigo was tense, his hands clenched into tight fists and his face looking almost agonized. Starrk kissed his forehead. "I won't leave you. This isn't a fling—"

"The moment he calls, can you promise me you won't run to him?" Ichigo said, brown eyes looking into Starrk's own. Starrk felt strangely uncomfortable. Could he keep to Ichigo's word? Starrk felt compelled to look away because he knew the answer. He wouldn't keep the promise. There were too many strings keeping him from breaking free. Instead of answering, Starrk pulled Ichigo back to him and placed a sweet, simple kiss to his slightly puffy lips. Ichigo didn't respond but didn't pull away either. Starrk knew it was better not to answer. Deep down, both of them knew the answer anyway.

Starrk pressed Ichigo against the wall of the stone building they had been residing in, gloved hand twisting in Ichigo's shihakusho as their kiss became more passionate. Ichigo made a noise, but the Primera wasn't sure if it was a noise of approval or protest. Starrk pulled back but Ichigo was quick, nipping at his lower lip and teasing him back in. Starrk groaned, gripping the back of Ichigo's neck to angle them differently, both mouths coming together more deeply.

The craving was there again and he had to pull away, enough to look at Ichigo's face and seek approval. Ichigo nodded, as if he was thinking along the same lines, the tangerine haired teen beginning to untie his uniform and shrug it off. Starrk helped, throwing the belt of the shinigami uniform near Ichigo's Zangetsu in the other corner, then pushing the uniform off Ichigo quickly. Craving, hunger…these were things he was feeling around Ichigo these days. It was odd. How could something without a heart feel so many conflicting emotions at once? Ichigo wrapped his arms around Starrk, pulling him down into a scathing kiss. Starrk pulled off his glove, finally taking off the one with his number for the first time. Ichigo noticed, stopping the kiss to grab at the calloused hand. He stared at the number intently, a creased between his brows as he seemed to be thinking. It disappeared however, and Ichigo kissed the palm of Starrk's hand. Starrk felt a growl in his throat build, and he was pulling down his pants in a hurry. He heard the thwap of underwear being thrown against the wall, then sliding into the sand. Starrk pulled his pants off, but didn't bother with the top of his uniform.

A moment of silence encased them, the only sounds being their heavy breathing. Starrk closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Ichigo's. "I don't want to regret this. Not like the other night. Not like that."

"I don't want you to feel that way." Starrk admitted in a hoarse voice. Ichigo's mouth opened when he felt cold fingers entering his mouth, Ichigo beginning to lather them in saliva. Starrk was trying to ignore the discomfort of sand against his knees and elbows, thankful that no wind was entering the stone shelter and throwing sand in their eyes.

Ichigo's tongue swirled one last time before Starrk felt that his fingers were sufficiently lubricated. They didn't have the lotion Ichigo had in his bathroom this time, so this would have to do. Wet fingers went down Ichigo's trembling body, Ichigo arching upwards as he felt them press gently against him. A finger pushed in slowly, Starrk watching Ichigo's face scrunch up in discomfort. The Primera began to press against the inner walls and move deeper, Ichigo's shallow pants near his ear encouraging him to move faster. Another finger creeped in, Ichigo arching against Starrk and giving a gasp; he had found it. More fingers came in after, Starrk determined to make Ichigo feel good. They pressed and rubbed gently against his prostate, Ichigo keening ever so softly, so soft Starrk almost didn't catch it. He scissored the fingers, stopping some moments to pump them in and out. Ichigo finally patted Starrk's shoulder, his faced flush and glistening with sweat.

There wasn't a need for words, Starrk decided. He buried his face into the crook of the shinigami's shoulder. If he spoke, Ichigo might rethink this.

Starrk positioned himself at Ichigo's enterance, Ichigo biting his lip. He look uncomfortable, but that was most likely due to the sand that stuck roughly to both of them. Starrk pushed in, sighing as he felt the heat and warmth beckon him to go in further. Ichigo moaned, putting his legs on Starrk's hips and clenching his body, urging him to go forward.

Starrk leaned and kissed Ichigo deeply, teeth clacking due to the roughness. Ichigo didn't seem to mind, reciprocating the kiss back with a long moan. Starrk pushed all the way, his thighs quivering with effort of not moving. Ichigo was just as wonderful feeling as the other night...Ichigo's hands wound themselves in Starrk's hair, pulling. Brown eyes stared into grey and a message was passed between them.

Go.

He had laid with Ichigo for an hour or so, Ichigo softly breathing into his chest, the first look of peace that Starrk had seen. Then a power surged through the air, one that made Starrk sit up in a hurry.

Aizen.

Starrk had to admit he was surprised Ichigo had not woken up, but didn't dwell on it. He slipped on his pants, his gloves being the last thing to put on. He wanted to touch Ichigo's face before he put those gloves on. His fingers trailed slowly across Ichigo's cheeks, brushing over his lips and flittering over the bridge of his nose. Starrk leaned forward, kissing Ichigo's eyelids, forehead, and finally, his mouth. He could breathe in Ichigo, not wanting to stop. He pulled himself away, his mouth opening for a yawn. He did not get any sleep. Beginning to leave the stone shelter slowly, he heard the ground shift. He turned on the balls of his feet, watching in a mixture of dread and happiness as Ichigo sat up. Starrk had covered him in his shihakusho, lest he be seen by others.

"You were just going to…leave." Ichigo didn't ask in a question. He stated the facts. He seemed to have known. Starrk ran a gloved hair through his hair.

"Yes."

Ichigo tilted his head up to stare in Starrk's eyes. They were misty, filled with emotion. Starrk couldn't even tell himself what could be swirling in the depths of those eyes. "I can't say I didn't see this coming," Ichigo grabbed wrist, pulling the glove off then lacing their fingers together. "But I can't say I didn't hope just a bit…that…you'd…" Ichigo's voice cracked and his shoulders tensed. "You'd stay."

Starrk felt his throat go tight, his eyes shutting close. "Ichigo I always had intended to kill you."

Ichigo's grip tightened. "I know."

"I let you come here to save that girl, then dispatch you…I don't want that anymore." Starrk opened his eyes. "I'm not going to kill you."

Ichigo made a choked sound, and Starrk felt his hand go against Ichigo's face. Something wet was on his hand…tears. Starrk wanted to hold him, touch him, lo—"Starrk I really like you." Ichigo took a deep breath. "I really like you. So, so much. I just can't turn my head the other way whenever you walk away. I give myself to you and you leave me…I don't want that to happen again…"

A crack of power raged through the air and Starrk felt himself sweat. Ichigo shuddered at the power. The Primera almost fell to his knees when Ichigo looked at him holding their hands out, teary eyes challenging. "Ichigo I have to g—"

The grip on Starrk's hand tightened and the Primera gulped with his uncomfortable dry throat. "The moment you let go, you will be dead to me." said Ichigo. The harsh winds of Hueco Mundo blew around them, Aizen's spiritual pressure becoming fiercer. Beckoning his espada. 'Come' it called eerily; commandingly.

Starrk reluctantly let go.

Ichigo's lip quivered. He closed his eyes and use his hands to rubbed at his eyes, tears leaking out. "Agh why am I…" Ichigo shook his head, rubbing more furiously at his eyes. "J-just go Starrk. I don't want to see you. You've made your choice. And it obviously wasn't me."

Starrk wanted to protest, but he couldn't bring himself tried to sonido away in time, but he heard the first ring of Ichigo's pained sob before he could prevent it.

Ichigo.

Starrk was falling. He heard from some humans in the World of the Living something about one's life flashing before their eyes. Starrk saw his hollow life, Lilynette, Aizen, the espada, the hogyoku, the plan, Ichigo—he saw Ichigo laugh, kiss him, smile, blush; he saw him cry and sob look so pained. Life flashing before his eyes wasn't clean and pleasant and like a film role. It was snippets meshed and mixed together, one sharper than the other.

Starrk felt himself make harsh contact with the ground, himself not having enough strength to shout in pain. He closed his eyes.

Ichigo.

Ichigo.

Ichigo.