Title: Immortal Throne

Fandom: Bleach

Rating: M, mature themes, language, violence, sex and sexual situations.

Description: Eventual StarrkxIchigo fic. Some AizenxIchigo. Ichigo is brought in to Aizen, a warlock turned vampire, because he looks like the vampire Kaien Shiba. Aizen becomes interested in the new vampire Ichigo. Why is he different than any other vampire? What powers does he possess? Things wind up getting more complicated as the vampire/werewolf half breed Coyote Starrk begins to follow his own feelings towards Ichigo.

As vampires start turning towards new technology, and human warlocks cling to the old, only age old treaties keep the two ancient groups from battling over new territories in the World of the Living.

Disclaimer: Bleach is created and owned by Tite Kubo, I merely pay homage to characters and a story I love.

A/N #1: A lot of people voted for all of the options I offered on the poll, so I will be doing all of them eventually. I will be starting with this one and with the sequel to Lost Cause (after it's done!)

A/N #2: Wow, I took the idea of Starrk as a vampy werewolf and really ran with it. I love this universe I've created and I hope you enjoy it too! Oh, and I've never read any of the Twilight books or seen the movies, so sorry if you want more of that type of vampire as opposed to more traditional types. These are more along the lines of Bram Stoker's Dracula and even more like Neil Gaiman's American Gods.

"Why, hello," the man in the large seat said. He spoke with authority, as if seated on a throne. The seat itself was on a stepped dais. The white room was massive, marbled pillars lining the walkway. Large windows reached from the ground to the ceiling, letting in light from the new moon above. Cushions of various bright colors were spread haphazardly. Several were occupied, but no one seemed to be paying attention to the boy speaking to the seated man. At least, that was the impression the kid got; which happened to be a wrong one. Every eye was on him, every breath hung on the words exchanged between the two, even as the inhabitants of the room seemed to be at play or sleep.

"I…I don't know who you are," Ichigo stammered. He instantly winced at how empty and small his voice sounded in the cavernous room.

"What a lovely hair color. A pity Kaien never choose to wear his that way," Aizen said, eyeing the flame colored hair on top of the teenage boy's head. Aizen idly wondered if it was always ruffled looking or if that was just a consequence of being dragged in by Yammy.

"Yammy," Aizen said.

"Yes, Lord Aizen?"

"You do know that Kaien is a shape shifter, right?" Aizen pointed out.

"Well, yes," Yammy admitted.

"I doubt that my former security chief would disguise himself in such an obvious way as merely changing coloring. He's more likely appearing as an elderly man or a young girl at this point. Assuming he's hiding from me, of course," Aizen said.

"I…I thought the resemblance was too remarkable so I picked him up. Perhaps he is another Shiba?" Yammy wondered. "I thought if he was a Shiba, then we could ask him where Kaien went."

"Not too bad a thought process as far as you go," Aizen admitted. "However, we do have another Shiba clan member about, and I can talk to him whenever I want. He says he doesn't know where his cousin is, by the way."

"Oh, I forgot about Shiro, sir," Yammy really was sorry. The kid just looked so close he had just knocked him out and brought him home without even thinking.

"He is a vampire, however," Aizen said. "So there's that at least."

"I'm not a…did you just say I'm a vampire?" Ichigo said nervously. "That's pretty ridiculous considering they don't exist."

All chatter in the room stopped at this point. All eyes locked onto the boy's figure.

"Can you not tell that we are all vampires in this room?" Aizen asked.

Ichigo gulped, not daring to look around the room. "Um, I've never seen a vampire. I guess I don't know what to look for."

"Well, you've obviously seen at least one, kid," came a voice from besides the throne.

Laughter filled the room. Ichigo looked at the man who had spoken. His hair was electric blue and there was something feral about the way he was laying on his cushion. He looked both completely at ease and one second from attacking something. His shockingly blue eyes lingered on Ichigo's body, making him self conscious. "If you don't want him, Lord Aizen," Grimmjow said, "then I will definitely take him off your hands for you," he said in a suggestive tone.

"It's probably not a good thing to hit on someone who looks exactly like your boss's lover," a blonde Amazonian looking woman said from across the hall, her deep voice vibrating pleasantly. The women surrounding her giggled at that.

"Meh, I'm pretty sure Aizen was getting bored of Kaien anyways. Maybe that's why he ran away. Maybe he couldn't take the pressure," Grimmjow said with a wide grin, his eyes never leaving his thorough examination of Ichigo. He caressed his own leg with a sinuous movement, giving a low erotic groan.

This feels like a dream, Ichigo thought to himself. I was just at my school not an hour ago. I have no idea where this is, or who these people are. Yes, this has to be a dream...or a day dream. I've always wanted to find more people like me. If these people are telling me the truth, then I've finally found more. Vampires.

They are wrong though; I've never met even one, or if I did he or she never stopped to introduce themselves. No, I've just always been like this, although it's gotten worse since I became a teenager. I had the normal changes in my body along with whatever else was happening to me as a vampire. I've been alone this whole time wondering if I was a freak but now there's whole room of them. Ichigo stretched his mind, trying to figure out how it was he was supposed to sense that these people around him were different than any normal humans. They smelled different...more mellow than the acidic smell most humans had. Was that the difference?

Ichigo's eye's widened. Did the blue haired man just lick his lips while looking at him?

"Feel free to ignore Grimmjow," the dark haired man in front of him said. "He's an incubus. They're just like that."

"A what?" Ichigo asked, reexamining Grimmjow. He was definitely beautiful...minding searingly hot actually...but an incubus?

"Curious?" Grimmjow asked with a wide grin. "I have a way to sate that curiosity. What is your name?"

Ichigo hesitated.

"It's always a good idea to consider your options before giving a demon your name," the man at the throne told him. "In this case however, it is unavoidable. Your full name, please."

The man did say "please" but Ichigo got the impression that it was an order and not a request.

"Ichigo Kurosaki," Ichigo said.

"Kurosaki. Hm...," the man on the throne thought about it.

"Do you taste like strawberries, underneath?" Grimmjow said, all of sudden appearing behind Ichigo, his teeth grazing his neck but not piercing him.

"Sit," the man ordered. Grimmjow growled and returned to his cushion.

"My name is Sosuke Aizen," the man said. "Welcome to my palace, Las Noches."

"Um...Aizen...," Ichigo began. He felt a hand behind him, pressing him into a bow.

"Lord Aizen," the voice behind him corrected him. Ichigo tried to get look at the person holding him down, but all he saw was liquid green eyes against alabaster skin.

"It's ok, Ulquiorra," Aizen insisted. "We should welcome our guest first. He'll learn all the rules in time."

In time? "Look, it looks like you have a pretty neat club here, but I'm not really interested. Now let me go home or I'm going to have to consider myself to be held against my will," Ichigo said.

"What specific words you use," Aizen stated.

"I've had some problems with the law before. It's none of your business except to know that I know my rights," Ichigo claimed.

"First of all, you don't want to leave. Second of all, no one would prevent you from trying to do so," Aizen said.

Ichigo looked around at the faces watching him with interest.

"It's true that I'd like to know more about you and why you think that you're vampires," Ichigo said cautiously.

"Caution is always a good trait," the Amazonian said. "In this case, it's not warranted though." She opened her tanned mouth to reveal a devastating set of canines that grew slightly as she displayed them. "My name is Tia Hallibel," she introduced herself. "We are vampires from all around the world, gathered here to serve under Lord Aizen in Las Noches."

"Las Noches?"

"That would be this palace and the grounds that it stands on," Aizen specified. "We're on a small island outside of Japan." He paused and reached out a hand. "Come with me, I feel that we should talk about this in private," he said.

Ichigo refused the hand but did take several steps towards the man. Aizen gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes and turned, exiting through a small door not twenty paces behind his chair. Ichigo followed him out to a long narrow hallway, white on white, ceiling and floor and wall almost all melding together. All of sudden there was movement.

"Stop!" He heard someone call. "Lilynette!"

In front of him was a giant white wolf, in mid leap. She hit him hard, both of them tumbling to the ground, with her on top.

"Ha haahahahahaa!" Ichigo giggled as the wolf licked his face enthusiastically.

"Oh, that's odd," a man said, walking up behind the wolf.

They could almost be brothers, Ichigo thought, looking at the two men. Both were tall and lanky, although not thin. Both had grace when they walked, uncommon for men over six feet tall with such long limbs.

"This is Starrk," Aizen introduced the man. "That would be Lilynette," he pointed to the wolf that was still pinning Ichigo down with kisses.

Starrk had longer hair than Aizen, of a deep brown. Aizen's eye were a chocolaty brown, but had none of the warmth that the color conveyed. Starrk's eyes, a steely blue, offered more emotion, although shaded carefully.

"You big pooch!" Ichigo said, roughhousing with the wolf, grabbing her mouth and nose.

"She's not a dog, you should be careful," Starrk warned the boy, concerned for his safety. Although considering how happy Lilynette looked he doubted he needed to worry.

"I know she's a wolf. She's a beautiful Arctic Wolf," Ichigo said, his eyes sparkling. "They're normally not this friendly."

"She usually isn't, although I have to wonder how many wolves you run into that you'd know what normal is," Starrk questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm a docent at our regional wild life park and aquarium. Or…well, the one in my town, who knows where I've been taken. I guess you said an island?" Ichigo asked.

"You are not too far from home," Aizen assured him.

"Anyways, I'm studying to be a zoologist, and I work with wild animals all the time," Ichigo explained, now sitting up with Lilynette huddled in a ball on his lap.

"You should probably know, we think he's a half breed as well," Aizen mentioned to Starrk.

"Really?" Starrk looked at Ichigo with interest.

"What do you mean by 'halfbreed'?" Ichigo asked.

"You said you haven't been bitten. Does that mean that you've grown up being this way?" Aizen queried.

"Yes," Ichigo answered.

"Usually that means that the mother was bitten just before conception, since vampires cannot conceive, but the changeover takes several months. If it had happened after she was pregnant, she would have lost the baby."

Ichigo paled a little at that. "My mom died when I was young, I don't know a lot about her."

"Don't worry, I'm a halfbreed and I'm ranked number one out of all the ten on the Elder's Council," Starrk told Ichigo.

"I don't know what the means. I'm not even sure if I'm a vampire. I mean, I've never drunk anyone's blood or anything and I haven't…" Ichigo's eyes went wide as Starrk calmly reached over and severed part of his wrist with a sharp finger nail. Rich, dark blood began to weep from his wrist. Ichigo grabbed his throat. "Auuughh!" he moaned.

"It hurts? Like you can't breathe?" Aizen asked. "Drink," he ordered.

Starrk reached forward and Ichigo eagerly grabbed his wrist, only pausing for a moment before diving in, lapping at the area with his lip and sucking on it deeply.

Starrk moaned at the feeling, bringing his other hand up to his mouth and biting at his fist to keep himself in control. Ichigo looked up at him, but didn't stop.

Aizen seemed to find Starrk's reaction amusing. "It is a very sensual feeling," he explained to Ichigo. Aizen's eyes had become darker with the scent of blood wafting in the air. He looked at Ichigo, now on his knees in front of Starrk, and began to crave the boy even more than his original curiosity had let him to. Before he was simply a diversion; he was becoming more.

"You've seen him before," Aizen said to Starrk, who was watching the boy with barely concealed lust of his own.

"Yes," Starrk admitted.

Ichigo pulled away, Starrk's rapid healing and Ichigo's saliva already sealing his wound. "I've never seen you before," he said, his voice low. He blushed after saying it, feeling that it came out as a come on. In truth, he did find Starrk very attractive; he would have remembered him.

"He dreams the future, sometimes," Aizen explained. "He dreams of everything from the things of greatest of importance to things not of the least of importance. For instance, if he just dreamed of you yesterday, it's not of importance. If he dreamed of you a month ago, then it could be significant."

"I dreamed of this meeting three days ago," Starrk said.

"Well then," Aizen stated.

"But, I've been dreaming about this person all my life," Starrk continued.

"Interesting," Aizen commented.

Ichigo was wondering why that was all Aizen said. In his own mind he was yelling, "What? How? When?"

Starrk often dreamed of Ichigo. In the dream he was remembering now, Ichigo was sitting in the snow, next to a frozen lake. His face was buried in Starrk's fur. "Coyote," he said to him. "I love how warm you always are."

There were several things to be gleaned from that fragment of a memory, of a future memory. First of all, no one knew Starrk's wolf name. All wolves had a name that others call them, and a name that those within their pack call them. Their pack name was often something tangible, something that was around them in the forest or out on the tundra. Lilynette was long for Lily, the white flowers that were around the hollowed out hillside that Starrk had found her in. In his dream, Ichigo knew it. Not a single person other than Starrk knew his name. Wolves are secret about things like that to people outside their pack. Having someone's pack name meant that you had power of obligation over them, never something to give anyone lightly.

But in the dream Ichigo knew it, so in the future Starrk would trust him more than any other person he'd ever met.

Also, he was in the snow. He was complaining about the cold but didn't look frost burned, although he was only wearing normal clothing. That meant he was not in fact half human, the human part would be sick and dying in those conditions. No, he was a full blooded vampire. He either just didn't remember getting bitten, or he never had been. If he hadn't been…then he was just like Aizen here. That wasn't something that Starrk was willing to bring up.

Ichigo looked at Starrk's healed wrist. He felt odd. He felt hotter than usual, stronger than he did before. He felt like he could taste better, hear better, and smell better. He held his own wrist up to Starrk. "I suppose fair is fair, right?"

Starrk looked over at Aizen, who shrugged. "Just not the neck," he told his subordinate. He was saving the neck for himself.

Aizen doesn't realize that Ichigo is full blooded and that my blood is the first he's tasted, Starrk thought. He doesn't know that my blood will be your first, not your mother's. I should tell him now, but I won't. From now on, you and I will have a special bond, and I want that dearly. My dreams have been obsessed with you. Even the fact that he will be later drinking you, partaking of your body, bothers me. I need to never reveal how much you are to me, and how much power you will have. Right now you are empty and weak. One would assume a full blooded vampire who had never drunk blood to be dead by this point. You are alive and look well. I can only assume that means you are powerful beyond measure, Ichigo.

Starrk wanted to do the full seduction; it was always the best part of the bite. Since it was just the wrist, and also Aizen was watching, he merely licked at Ichigo's hand for a moment, like a dog, before biting into the tendons at the wrist. Even so, Ichigo gasped with pain and pleasure, and Starrk had to almost physically hold himself down from going for the neck at hearing it. It tasted so beautiful too, a refined taste one wouldn't associate with someone as young as Ichigo was; Spiced honey, flowing mead.

Starrk pulled himself away, licking at his lips delicately to get the last few drops. Ichigo's face was pale, his lips open and slightly red from where he had bit into them. He looked amazing. Starrk decided to look at Lilynette instead, not wanting to openly ogle the boy in front of Aizen.

Aizen had no problem enjoying to the fullest the way Ichigo looked. He already looked half ravished, and Aizen was looking forward to completing the job. In fact…

"Can you watch him one moment?" Aizen asked Starrk.

"Of course, Lord Aizen," Starrk answered. He didn't look into Aizen's eye, knowing what he'd see there. He knew Aizen was going into his chambers ahead of them to clear out anyone who was there and to prepare his bed for its latest conquest.

"I don't understand what he does to me when he's around," Ichigo said quietly.

"It's his…charm…you could say," Starrk replied. "Also, you should be aware that he capable of a devastatingly high level of hypnosis and can make you hallucinate many things."

"That's kind of scary," Ichigo admitted.

"It is."

"I guess that mean's I'm going to sleep with him then," Ichigo laughed nervously.

Starrk looked over at him.

"I've never been with anyone before," Ichigo said. "Never wanted to worry about losing control at the last second and hurting someone, you know?"

Starrk groaned internally. Aizen was going to deflower his Ichigo…and he was going to let him. "Nothing?" Starrk asked. "Not even a kiss?"

"No," Ichigo said. "Even then I was worried I might nick someone and then freak out or…who knows…"

Starrk couldn't handle that. He wrapped his arms around Ichigo, pulling him close. "Then give me your first kiss," he said, seriously.

Ichigo paused and then gave in, still feeling Starrk's blood in his veins. He moved his face forward, lightly pressing his lips against Starrk's. Starrk moved his mouth slightly, engaging Ichigo's and tasting his mouth slightly.

Starrk's heart was still, everything in his body was completely quiet, completely taking in this moment and everything with it. When they pulled away he told himself, I had his first bite, and gave him his first blood. I've had his first kiss. I will make sure I am his first love. Aizen can have him for now; I know that I have to wait. But, I've already laid claim on his soul and I won't let him get away.

The two of them stood standing several feet apart and were still silent when Aizen returned, the panting of Lilynette as Ichigo pet her the only sound.

"Come with me," Aizen told Ichigo, motioning to his private quarters.

Ichigo gulped and followed him.

A/N: So that's the beginning! I've given all the vampires powers that they all have (which would be usual vampire stuff, along with the ability to shot ceros), and powers that just specific vampires will have (i.e. Kaien's shape shifting). I thought that having Starrk be a pre-cog who dreams of the future while asleep as a fun reason for him always being practically narcoleptic. He is a half vampire half werewolf, which I'll get into later. Let me know what you think of the beginning of the series!