Never Fade Away
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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6,881
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67
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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
For dinner Ichigo wore a pair of dark slacks and a tight brown shirt that brought out his eyes. The heavy leather jacket over it gave him a tough yet classy look. He ran some gel onto his fingers and raked them through his hair to flatten it. Normally his hair was spiky on top but the gel weighed his hair down and drew more attention to his face.
When he came down stairs Shirosaki did a double take and stared at him, for once not making a comment. Kenpachi turned to see what Shirosaki was looking at and saw Ichigo. The grin plastered across his face froze as he caught sight of Ichigo. Ichigo didn’t notice the reaction because he was too busy gawking at Kenpachi.
Kenpachi wore a red button down shirt and black pants with his standard combat boots that suited the outfit quite well. He had pulled his hair back into a low ponytail that pulled his hair away from his face. Ichigo blushed once he noticed where his thoughts were going and continued down the stairs.
“Oi, Kenpachi, ready to go?” He said nonchalantly.
“Er…” Kenpachi kicked his brain into gear. “Yeah, let’s go.”
“Why can’t I come?” Shirosaki said sulkily as he continued to gaze at Ichigo.
“Cuz it’s for Ichi-berry’s birthday, so I’m treating him. You have nothing to do with it.” Kenpachi growled. He threw on his own jacket and they both headed out. Unknown to both of them, Yachiru peaked her head out the window and watched them, thinking about how great they looked together.
Ichigo climbed behind Kenpachi, admiring the stiffness of the jacket. It also made him feel more like he belonged on the bike rather than just a passenger. He tightened his arms around Kenpachi’s waist as they took off and felt adrenaline pump through his veins. As they rode he pondered what the gift signified. It was obviously a pricey jacket, anything with the Harley logo was, and Ichigo wondered why Kenpachi would give him such an expensive gift.
It also showed that Kenpachi planned on being around him and having Ichigo ride with him for awhile. They weren’t officially partners, although they now lived in the same house, so Ichigo wondered exactly what their relationship was. Friends? Ichigo liked being around Kenpachi; that much was true, but if it was friendship, it certainly was an odd one.
Kenpachi was curious if Ichigo realized what he was doing. It had become pretty automatic for Ichigo to rest his head on Kenpachi’s back to act as protection against the wind. Usually Kenpachi could practically feel the embarrassment coming from Ichigo when he clung onto him, but now it seemed like it was becoming an automatic reaction. It made Kenpachi smile, a real smile, not the crazy blood-lusting grin that he usually wore.
When Ichigo finally detached himself from Kenpachi, they were both sorry to feel the other’s heat leave them. The restaurant was pretty nice, and although they both got funny looks, Kenpachi and Ichigo happily ignored them. During dinner they talked about nothing in particular and everything. It felt very natural to the both of them to just relax and enjoy the other’s presence. While Kenpachi really enjoyed sparring with Ichigo, he liked just talking with him as well. As much as he wanted to seriously fight Ichigo, now wasn’t the time.
Kenpachi still had that blood lust in him that called for fighting and ripping people apart. It was just with Ichigo that he didn’t feel the need to do it. When they got back to the house, Kenpachi grabbed them some sodas from the fridge and the plopped down on the couch.
“Did you have fun, Ichi-Berry?”
Ichigo nodded through closed eyes and groaned as he rubbed his full belly. “Oh yeah, I thought they were going to have to roll me out of there.”
Kenpachi snorted. “Hey, Strawberry, what do you think about us fighting tomorrow, I mean a serious fight. Not to kill or hurt each other, I just want to see where we stand with each other. Find out who is stronger.”
For a few moments all Ichigo did was study Kenpachi, then he broke into one of those heart-stopping smiles of his that Kenpachi was so fond of. “I kind of want to as well. I mean, we haven’t had a real fight yet, and I want to see if I can beat your ass.” With that Ichigo smirked.
“We will see, Strawberry.” Kenpachi said affectionately.
Then Yachiru popped up from the back and leaped at them. “Did you bring me back desert!?” She yelled. Ichigo snorted at her typical behavior.
“There’s some ice-cream in the freezer. You need help getting it, Pinky?” Ichigo asked fondly.
“Yes please!” She said, enthusiastic over the possibility of sweets. Ichigo pushed himself off the couch and Kenpachi instantly swiveled his head to watch him walk. Those pants really did accentuate his tight little-
“When are you going to tell him you like him?”
Kenpachi turned his head to Shirosaki. “What do you mean?”
Shirosaki was slouched over with his hands in his pockets, looking very sullen. “It’s obvious that you like the delicious little berry. Why haven’t you told him already?”
“What makes you think that I like him?” Kenpachi said calmly, but inwardly pissed at how Shirosaki was talking about HIS Strawberry. Fucking albino bastard.
In response Shirosaki gave him an ‘are you an idiot’ look with an eyebrow raised. “Well if you don’t like him then stop getting in my way.”
Kenpachi growled and glanced towards the kitchen. “Alright…maybe I like him. So stay the fuck away from him.”
Shirosaki snorted. “I can’t promise that, I’m his partner, remember? If you don’t make your move soon, I will.”
Kenpachi glared at him and started to take a step towards him when Yachiru burst into the room, followed by a much slower moving Ichigo.
“Ice cream!” She shrieked, holding the large bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. Ichigo stopped when he saw the two of them, both on their feet and glaring at each other. He just looked at them for a few seconds and then sat down as though nothing happened and started to eat his own large portion of ice cream. Oh sweet deliciousness!
Kenpachi and Shirosaki watched with their mouths slightly parted as Ichigo devoured his ice cream. Why hadn’t Kenpachi seen this before? It looked like Ichigo was having an orgasm with his eyes fluttering shut and moaning as he licked the ice cream off his spoon. Kenpachi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to make wipe the drool away that way forming there. Would Ichigo look like that as he writher underneath him as he buried his cock into that tight-
“I’ll be in my bunk…” Shirosaki muttered and then ran upstairs. Ichigo blinked after him and then shrugged, going back to his wonderful ice cream.
READ THIS!!!
If anyone can name the series I got that quote “I’ll be in my bunk,” I will write a Kenpachi/Ichigo OR Shirosaki/Ichigo three-shot of their choice. If more than one person gets it, I will write more than one. Here is a hint…it’s from a sci-fi series.
VOTE!!!
Should I write a separate threesome, NOT RELATED TO THIS STORY, with Kenpachi, Ichigo and Shirosaki? Kenpachi and Shirosaki wouldn’t be doing anything to each other unless it is through Ichigo.
1. Yes! 15
2. No way. 4
3. Um, well, if you wanted to, it would be nice…But you don’t have to or anything! 2
For dinner Ichigo wore a pair of dark slacks and a tight brown shirt that brought out his eyes. The heavy leather jacket over it gave him a tough yet classy look. He ran some gel onto his fingers and raked them through his hair to flatten it. Normally his hair was spiky on top but the gel weighed his hair down and drew more attention to his face.
When he came down stairs Shirosaki did a double take and stared at him, for once not making a comment. Kenpachi turned to see what Shirosaki was looking at and saw Ichigo. The grin plastered across his face froze as he caught sight of Ichigo. Ichigo didn’t notice the reaction because he was too busy gawking at Kenpachi.
Kenpachi wore a red button down shirt and black pants with his standard combat boots that suited the outfit quite well. He had pulled his hair back into a low ponytail that pulled his hair away from his face. Ichigo blushed once he noticed where his thoughts were going and continued down the stairs.
“Oi, Kenpachi, ready to go?” He said nonchalantly.
“Er…” Kenpachi kicked his brain into gear. “Yeah, let’s go.”
“Why can’t I come?” Shirosaki said sulkily as he continued to gaze at Ichigo.
“Cuz it’s for Ichi-berry’s birthday, so I’m treating him. You have nothing to do with it.” Kenpachi growled. He threw on his own jacket and they both headed out. Unknown to both of them, Yachiru peaked her head out the window and watched them, thinking about how great they looked together.
Ichigo climbed behind Kenpachi, admiring the stiffness of the jacket. It also made him feel more like he belonged on the bike rather than just a passenger. He tightened his arms around Kenpachi’s waist as they took off and felt adrenaline pump through his veins. As they rode he pondered what the gift signified. It was obviously a pricey jacket, anything with the Harley logo was, and Ichigo wondered why Kenpachi would give him such an expensive gift.
It also showed that Kenpachi planned on being around him and having Ichigo ride with him for awhile. They weren’t officially partners, although they now lived in the same house, so Ichigo wondered exactly what their relationship was. Friends? Ichigo liked being around Kenpachi; that much was true, but if it was friendship, it certainly was an odd one.
Kenpachi was curious if Ichigo realized what he was doing. It had become pretty automatic for Ichigo to rest his head on Kenpachi’s back to act as protection against the wind. Usually Kenpachi could practically feel the embarrassment coming from Ichigo when he clung onto him, but now it seemed like it was becoming an automatic reaction. It made Kenpachi smile, a real smile, not the crazy blood-lusting grin that he usually wore.
When Ichigo finally detached himself from Kenpachi, they were both sorry to feel the other’s heat leave them. The restaurant was pretty nice, and although they both got funny looks, Kenpachi and Ichigo happily ignored them. During dinner they talked about nothing in particular and everything. It felt very natural to the both of them to just relax and enjoy the other’s presence. While Kenpachi really enjoyed sparring with Ichigo, he liked just talking with him as well. As much as he wanted to seriously fight Ichigo, now wasn’t the time.
Kenpachi still had that blood lust in him that called for fighting and ripping people apart. It was just with Ichigo that he didn’t feel the need to do it. When they got back to the house, Kenpachi grabbed them some sodas from the fridge and the plopped down on the couch.
“Did you have fun, Ichi-Berry?”
Ichigo nodded through closed eyes and groaned as he rubbed his full belly. “Oh yeah, I thought they were going to have to roll me out of there.”
Kenpachi snorted. “Hey, Strawberry, what do you think about us fighting tomorrow, I mean a serious fight. Not to kill or hurt each other, I just want to see where we stand with each other. Find out who is stronger.”
For a few moments all Ichigo did was study Kenpachi, then he broke into one of those heart-stopping smiles of his that Kenpachi was so fond of. “I kind of want to as well. I mean, we haven’t had a real fight yet, and I want to see if I can beat your ass.” With that Ichigo smirked.
“We will see, Strawberry.” Kenpachi said affectionately.
Then Yachiru popped up from the back and leaped at them. “Did you bring me back desert!?” She yelled. Ichigo snorted at her typical behavior.
“There’s some ice-cream in the freezer. You need help getting it, Pinky?” Ichigo asked fondly.
“Yes please!” She said, enthusiastic over the possibility of sweets. Ichigo pushed himself off the couch and Kenpachi instantly swiveled his head to watch him walk. Those pants really did accentuate his tight little-
“When are you going to tell him you like him?”
Kenpachi turned his head to Shirosaki. “What do you mean?”
Shirosaki was slouched over with his hands in his pockets, looking very sullen. “It’s obvious that you like the delicious little berry. Why haven’t you told him already?”
“What makes you think that I like him?” Kenpachi said calmly, but inwardly pissed at how Shirosaki was talking about HIS Strawberry. Fucking albino bastard.
In response Shirosaki gave him an ‘are you an idiot’ look with an eyebrow raised. “Well if you don’t like him then stop getting in my way.”
Kenpachi growled and glanced towards the kitchen. “Alright…maybe I like him. So stay the fuck away from him.”
Shirosaki snorted. “I can’t promise that, I’m his partner, remember? If you don’t make your move soon, I will.”
Kenpachi glared at him and started to take a step towards him when Yachiru burst into the room, followed by a much slower moving Ichigo.
“Ice cream!” She shrieked, holding the large bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. Ichigo stopped when he saw the two of them, both on their feet and glaring at each other. He just looked at them for a few seconds and then sat down as though nothing happened and started to eat his own large portion of ice cream. Oh sweet deliciousness!
Kenpachi and Shirosaki watched with their mouths slightly parted as Ichigo devoured his ice cream. Why hadn’t Kenpachi seen this before? It looked like Ichigo was having an orgasm with his eyes fluttering shut and moaning as he licked the ice cream off his spoon. Kenpachi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to make wipe the drool away that way forming there. Would Ichigo look like that as he writher underneath him as he buried his cock into that tight-
“I’ll be in my bunk…” Shirosaki muttered and then ran upstairs. Ichigo blinked after him and then shrugged, going back to his wonderful ice cream.
READ THIS!!!
If anyone can name the series I got that quote “I’ll be in my bunk,” I will write a Kenpachi/Ichigo OR Shirosaki/Ichigo three-shot of their choice. If more than one person gets it, I will write more than one. Here is a hint…it’s from a sci-fi series.
VOTE!!!
Should I write a separate threesome, NOT RELATED TO THIS STORY, with Kenpachi, Ichigo and Shirosaki? Kenpachi and Shirosaki wouldn’t be doing anything to each other unless it is through Ichigo.
1. Yes! 15
2. No way. 4
3. Um, well, if you wanted to, it would be nice…But you don’t have to or anything! 2