#betaichigo

"Alpha~" he moaned, tears springing in his eyes as he was ignored. He whimpered as thoughts ran in his head. 'Why was his Alpha ignoring him? Was he not enough? Was he a bad Beta?’

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'Not good.' he thought as the sweet Beta writhed on the makeshift bedding made from his coat. His instincts were screaming at him to take. Claim the sweet little Beta who was begging for him, begging for his knot. 'I shouldn't,' he thought, but then a heartbroken whine left the Beta's lips and his body moved without thought. No, he couldn't leave the Beta thinking that he didn't want him.

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Harsh moans and grunts rang through the air as the storm continued to rage in the background. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the shallow cave.

"Starrk." He moaned breathily, his vision whiting out as the knot pushed past his tight rim.

"Mi precioso." Starrk answered as he nuzzled into Ichigo's nape, wishing he could mark his sweet Beta. In all his years of living he'd never met someone who could match his power and he knew deep inside that there wouldn't be another.

But he couldn't. Not while the war raged on. He couldn't put his mate, in such a dangerous position. Not when his mate was a prince of the enemy Kingdom.

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The storm was ending. They both knew it would, no matter how much they hoped otherwise. And so, they spent their last night together learning each other's bodies and whispering sweet nothings and promises they knew they couldn't keep.

"I love you." They moaned as they climaxed, holding each other close. Tears running down Ichigo's cheeks as Starrk kissed them away.

The next day, Starrk awoke alone. He laid there silently staring up at nothing. The space beside him had cooled, letting him know that Ichigo was already long gone. He stretched his arm, trying to imagine the strong warm body next to him, when he felt something. It was the necklace that started it all, the one that suppressed his beloved's hollow heritage. Reverently cupping the small block of gold, he whispered a small promise, he would find him again someday. And with that thought he went home. Back to his siblings, it was time to fight a war.

5 years later

Starrk sighed as he trudged through the peaceful forest of cherry blossoms. With his brother Ulquiorra - silent as always - and Grimmjow - who grumbled and mumbled with every step they took - following behind the valiant steed of their King, Sosuke Aizen.

After 5 years of endless war and bloodshed, talks of peace began when both Kingdoms realized that they were doing more harm than good.

Now, they were being led into the meeting to take place in the Kurosaki household. The family who held the most noble of Quincy blood. A neutral force in the face of the war between Hollows and Shinigamis. Lending only their power for defending their own cities, stuck between Hueco Mundo and the Soul Kingdom.

As they were led into the meeting room Starrk lagged behind everyone as he began to feel a bit lethargic, planning to sleep the entirety of the council away. He stopped when he heard the pitter patter of running feet and a small body slammed into his legs with whooshed "Oof."

He looked down at the young boy and froze. He was staring at his clone, if with a different coloring. With bright orange hair and familiar hazel eyes, the boy looked exactly like he did when he was younger.

"Kazue! Be careful, we have visitors here and-" the familiar voice faded away by the end.

Starrk followed the voice and was star-struck. His Beta.

He looks just as beautiful as he did 5 years ago. His sweet Beta was standing there just as shocked as he was.

"Starrk." Ichigo said breathlessly as he stood frozen.

"Dam!" The small voice broke their reverie and both men looked at the child.

Starrk could not stop the rush of hope and longing in his gut as he watched his dear Beta pick up the 4 year-old boy. He took a step closer and another and another rushing closer to the pair, trying to catch them even as they stood stationary. Matching hazel eyes looked up at him and his hands rose. Cupping both their cheeks he whispered softly, "Mi precioso."