Never Fade Away
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Adult ++
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Chapter 11
These are the ones who got the series, Firefly, right:
Icy moon86
My Renji-kun
seventhSINwrath
seiri-sama- “The Bodyguard” in Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers
hoshiseven
90McPhee
YaoiBK
Alasse Telrunya
Tannarogue
Mayablackwolf, Jess249, Aka Tonbo and Nusko- you also got it right, but I don’t know how to contact you. Please include in your review what pairing you would like for the three-shot and, if any, specific plot details.
Congratulations, you guys get a three-shot written for you! They will be posted on fanfiction.net and adultfiction.net, so no need to fear, those who didn’t answer or answer correctly, you will still get to read them!
WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER, they don’t go all the way yet, but underage readers shouldn’t read it.
Chapter 11
The tricky part was finding a place that Kenpachi and Ichigo could get into a serious fight without interruptions. Sparring between themselves was fine with the Shinigami, but when it concerned Kenpachi, all bets were off. So Kenpachi had to find a place where civilians or Shinigami wouldn’t disturb them.
The solution was an abandoned warehouse in the outer part of the city. There was enough room for them to move around and there wasn’t anybody near that could hear them. Kenpachi was a little worried that their crashing reiatsu would draw hollows, but he figured that he could take care of any of them.
Kenpachi convinced Yachiru to distract Shirosaki so he and Ichigo could sneak out without them tagging along. Shirosaki would probably get in the way and Kenpachi wanted it to be just one on one. The morning of the fight Kenpachi felt shivers of anticipation wracking his body that he hadn’t felt before. Most fights he got into were with hollows because the Shinigami were too pansy-ass to fight him except for a few.
But Ichigo was different. Ichigo was always different, in every aspect. Kenpachi had finally admitted to himself that he liked the Strawberry, but he had no idea if Ichigo felt the same way. Sure, they spent a lot of time together and Ichigo liked him, but there was a big difference between liking someone and liking someone. Kenpachi felt like he was in grade school with thoughts like that.
When they arrived at the warehouse the first thing they did was toss their jackets to the side and stretch. Well, Ichigo stretched and Kenpachi watched him. Ichigo thought there was something unusually disconcerting that glinted in Kenpachi’s eyes as he watched them, but he shrugged it off as eagerness to fight.
They faced each other with the silent question of ‘are you ready?’ showing in both of their eyes. With a respectful bow of acknowledgement they paused and then attacked. Unlike previous battles Ichigo had been in, Kenpachi strove to deliver blows that would cripple him and aimed to harm. Ichigo returned the attacks with equal fervor and determination.
Ichigo cried out sharply when Kenpachi’s sword cut particularly deep and Kenpachi faltered slightly. He really didn’t want to hurt Ichigo, the only reason he decided to fight Ichigo was because Ichigo could heal his wounds. But that cry sounded painful. But Ichigo quickly got over the pain and slashed at Kenpachi violently. He hadn’t healed yet, but that was no reason to let down his guard.
While Kenpachi was distracted with his concern over Ichigo’s well being, Ichigo took the opening and thrust his sword forward, not aiming for Kenpachi’s body, but for his hand. He twisted his sword and hooked the tip into Kenpachi’s handle, forcing Kenpachi to open his hand, he flipped the sword in the air and it landed a few feet away. Kenpachi stared at him for a moment in disbelief before lunging at him and grabbing the wrist that held Zangetsu, twisting the wrist harshly and making Ichigo drop it in pain.
Kenpachi hooked his leg behind Ichigo’s knee and forced him to fall on his back. Ichigo cried out at the suddenness of it and tried to regain the upper hand. Kenpachi flattened his body over Ichigo’s and forced him to be still. Ichigo didn’t have any strength or energy left to throw Kenpachi off.
“You may have won the battle, but I won the war.” He whispered harshly into Ichigo’s ear. Ichigo glared up at him, knowing that the words were true. He may have disarmed Kenpachi, but Kenpachi was still able to defeat him in the fight.
Kenpachi stared down at Ichigo, very aware of their close bodies and mingling breaths. Ichigo was looking at him with the same intense stare with thoughts racing through his brain. Even with Kenpachi on top of him he felt a wave of affection for the other Shinigami. Kenpachi who made him feel protected despite pinning him against the cold hard floor. Kenpachi who Ichigo had grown to…like? Was that what this feeling was? This desire to be even closer to Kenpachi in some way although they were already pressed against each other?
There was a moment of silence before Kenpachi crashed their lips together, drawing a surprised yelp from Ichigo that was muffled my their lips. Kenpachi moved his hands to the back of Ichigo’s head and cupped him in uncharacteristic gentleness completely opposite of the mouth that was intent on devouring Ichigo whole. This was what Ichigo wanted, how could they get closer? Ichigo wanted more of Kenpachi. Neither of them even considered stopping. Their current actions were heaven because, although they still felt the same things, they interpreted them differently before.
Ichigo had lifted his own hands to fist Kenpachi’s hair, moaning in pleasure. Gods, it felt good to be doing this, to have Kenpachi on him and kissing him so passionately. To have Kenpachi’s muscular form pressing down on him, making him feel oppressed and safe at the same time.
The receptive mouth of Ichigo’s was so enticing to Kenpachi. He didn’t want to think and he wanted more of it, more of that body. He moved his hands from the back of Ichigo’s head to underneath his shirt, smiling into the kiss at the feeling of such soft skin covering hard muscle.
Ichigo twitched at the feeling of Kenpachi’s calloused hands on his torso, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. The roughness of them was amplified by the unusual sensitivity of his skin. That sinful mouth disappeared so Kenpachi could yank of Ichigo’s shirt, and then his own shirt. Ichigo stared at the hard body in front of him. He wanted to taste that tan skin and feel those wiry muscles with his tongue.
But he didn’t get the chance because Kenpachi’s mouth was back and their saliva was mingling in such a delightful way as Kenpachi’s tongue probed his mouth. Ichigo distantly felt Kenpachi unbutton his pants and push them down a little to wrap his hand around Ichigo’s erection. Ichigo bucked and tossed his head back at the pleasure. He could feel Kenpachi’s own erection on his thigh and it turned him on so much.
He reveled in the feeling as Kenpachi pushed his pants and boxers down even further to get better access. He didn’t notice that the harsh kissing made his lips bleed lightly because he was so focused on the pleasure. The strength behind the kisses made Ichigo ache in a way he didn’t recognize. Everything felt so good…
While Ichigo was distracted Kenpachi circled a dry finger around Ichigo’s entrance and pushed it in. Ichigo cried out and bucked his hips away from the pain, pressing his hands against Kenpachi’s chest to push him away. “Oh stop, stop, stop!” He sobbed. Kenpachi stilled his movements and looked down at Ichigo who was cringing in pain. Kenpachi froze immediately and pulled his hand away.
“Oh, Strawberry I’m sorry, shhh…” He wrapped his arms around the crying Ichigo and pulled him into his lap. Ichigo laid his head against Kenpachi’s warm chest and tried to stop crying. He didn’t know why he was crying, it had been amazing but that stabbing pain from just one finger made him forget all the pleasure.
Kenpachi felt awful for hurting his little berry. He was just so into it, he didn’t think about it, he just did it. He was coming down slowly from his own aching want in his loins. But his Strawberry was crying in his arms so he didn’t think about that, he just worked on comforting him.
Kenpachi rocked Ichigo back and forth and pressed kisses along his hair, neck and shoulders, any skin that was within reach. Ichigo’s sobs had quieted down and he was cuddling into Kenpachi’s embrace and tightened his own arms around Kenpachi. The feeling of their warm naked chests against one another brought a lot of simple pleasure to the both of them.
Ichigo fit so nicely in his arms and was so strangely natural. Ichigo was straddling his lap unconcerned with his unbuttoned pants. Once the noise from Ichigo stopped all together, Kenpachi moved his hands up and down Ichigo’s bare back and over the top of that round ass of his. It felt nice just holding Strawberry like this.
Ichigo sniffled once and moved his head. He felt a little embarrassed, but tried not to let it show. Instead he nuzzled into the chest that was holding him, fascinated by the skin. It was very firm, he wondered if Kenpachi’s skin was as sensitive as normal skin because it couldn’t be scratched or pierced. He nipped at it lightly in curiosity and Kenpachi groaned.
“Berry…”Kenpachi hissed out in pleasure and slight warning, apparently it was still sensitive. “You shouldn’t do that unless you want to continue.”
“Don’t call me Berry…” Ichigo mumbled into Kenpachi’s chest, but stopped his actions. Kenpachi chuckled, it was so hard to take him seriously when he looked so adorable.
“Are you…okay?” Kenpachi asked hesitatingly.
“I’m fine…” Ichigo replied.
“I’m sorry Berry, I’m not good at this sort of thing.”
“What sort of thing?”
Ichigo looked up from Kenpachi’s chest and their eyes locked. It was intense and they both could feel the heat and passion between their locked gaze.
“This comforting thing…”
Ichigo laughed lightly and returned his head to its previous spot. “This is just fine…great. It’s comfortable.” And it was. Ichigo had never had another’s mans presence be so relaxing. Ichigo felt safe in Kenpachi’s arms.
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! 17
2. No way. 5
3. Um, well, if you wanted to, it would be nice…But you don’t have to or anything! 2
Icy moon86
My Renji-kun
seventhSINwrath
seiri-sama- “The Bodyguard” in Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers
hoshiseven
90McPhee
YaoiBK
Alasse Telrunya
Tannarogue
Mayablackwolf, Jess249, Aka Tonbo and Nusko- you also got it right, but I don’t know how to contact you. Please include in your review what pairing you would like for the three-shot and, if any, specific plot details.
Congratulations, you guys get a three-shot written for you! They will be posted on fanfiction.net and adultfiction.net, so no need to fear, those who didn’t answer or answer correctly, you will still get to read them!
WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER, they don’t go all the way yet, but underage readers shouldn’t read it.
Chapter 11
The tricky part was finding a place that Kenpachi and Ichigo could get into a serious fight without interruptions. Sparring between themselves was fine with the Shinigami, but when it concerned Kenpachi, all bets were off. So Kenpachi had to find a place where civilians or Shinigami wouldn’t disturb them.
The solution was an abandoned warehouse in the outer part of the city. There was enough room for them to move around and there wasn’t anybody near that could hear them. Kenpachi was a little worried that their crashing reiatsu would draw hollows, but he figured that he could take care of any of them.
Kenpachi convinced Yachiru to distract Shirosaki so he and Ichigo could sneak out without them tagging along. Shirosaki would probably get in the way and Kenpachi wanted it to be just one on one. The morning of the fight Kenpachi felt shivers of anticipation wracking his body that he hadn’t felt before. Most fights he got into were with hollows because the Shinigami were too pansy-ass to fight him except for a few.
But Ichigo was different. Ichigo was always different, in every aspect. Kenpachi had finally admitted to himself that he liked the Strawberry, but he had no idea if Ichigo felt the same way. Sure, they spent a lot of time together and Ichigo liked him, but there was a big difference between liking someone and liking someone. Kenpachi felt like he was in grade school with thoughts like that.
When they arrived at the warehouse the first thing they did was toss their jackets to the side and stretch. Well, Ichigo stretched and Kenpachi watched him. Ichigo thought there was something unusually disconcerting that glinted in Kenpachi’s eyes as he watched them, but he shrugged it off as eagerness to fight.
They faced each other with the silent question of ‘are you ready?’ showing in both of their eyes. With a respectful bow of acknowledgement they paused and then attacked. Unlike previous battles Ichigo had been in, Kenpachi strove to deliver blows that would cripple him and aimed to harm. Ichigo returned the attacks with equal fervor and determination.
Ichigo cried out sharply when Kenpachi’s sword cut particularly deep and Kenpachi faltered slightly. He really didn’t want to hurt Ichigo, the only reason he decided to fight Ichigo was because Ichigo could heal his wounds. But that cry sounded painful. But Ichigo quickly got over the pain and slashed at Kenpachi violently. He hadn’t healed yet, but that was no reason to let down his guard.
While Kenpachi was distracted with his concern over Ichigo’s well being, Ichigo took the opening and thrust his sword forward, not aiming for Kenpachi’s body, but for his hand. He twisted his sword and hooked the tip into Kenpachi’s handle, forcing Kenpachi to open his hand, he flipped the sword in the air and it landed a few feet away. Kenpachi stared at him for a moment in disbelief before lunging at him and grabbing the wrist that held Zangetsu, twisting the wrist harshly and making Ichigo drop it in pain.
Kenpachi hooked his leg behind Ichigo’s knee and forced him to fall on his back. Ichigo cried out at the suddenness of it and tried to regain the upper hand. Kenpachi flattened his body over Ichigo’s and forced him to be still. Ichigo didn’t have any strength or energy left to throw Kenpachi off.
“You may have won the battle, but I won the war.” He whispered harshly into Ichigo’s ear. Ichigo glared up at him, knowing that the words were true. He may have disarmed Kenpachi, but Kenpachi was still able to defeat him in the fight.
Kenpachi stared down at Ichigo, very aware of their close bodies and mingling breaths. Ichigo was looking at him with the same intense stare with thoughts racing through his brain. Even with Kenpachi on top of him he felt a wave of affection for the other Shinigami. Kenpachi who made him feel protected despite pinning him against the cold hard floor. Kenpachi who Ichigo had grown to…like? Was that what this feeling was? This desire to be even closer to Kenpachi in some way although they were already pressed against each other?
There was a moment of silence before Kenpachi crashed their lips together, drawing a surprised yelp from Ichigo that was muffled my their lips. Kenpachi moved his hands to the back of Ichigo’s head and cupped him in uncharacteristic gentleness completely opposite of the mouth that was intent on devouring Ichigo whole. This was what Ichigo wanted, how could they get closer? Ichigo wanted more of Kenpachi. Neither of them even considered stopping. Their current actions were heaven because, although they still felt the same things, they interpreted them differently before.
Ichigo had lifted his own hands to fist Kenpachi’s hair, moaning in pleasure. Gods, it felt good to be doing this, to have Kenpachi on him and kissing him so passionately. To have Kenpachi’s muscular form pressing down on him, making him feel oppressed and safe at the same time.
The receptive mouth of Ichigo’s was so enticing to Kenpachi. He didn’t want to think and he wanted more of it, more of that body. He moved his hands from the back of Ichigo’s head to underneath his shirt, smiling into the kiss at the feeling of such soft skin covering hard muscle.
Ichigo twitched at the feeling of Kenpachi’s calloused hands on his torso, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. The roughness of them was amplified by the unusual sensitivity of his skin. That sinful mouth disappeared so Kenpachi could yank of Ichigo’s shirt, and then his own shirt. Ichigo stared at the hard body in front of him. He wanted to taste that tan skin and feel those wiry muscles with his tongue.
But he didn’t get the chance because Kenpachi’s mouth was back and their saliva was mingling in such a delightful way as Kenpachi’s tongue probed his mouth. Ichigo distantly felt Kenpachi unbutton his pants and push them down a little to wrap his hand around Ichigo’s erection. Ichigo bucked and tossed his head back at the pleasure. He could feel Kenpachi’s own erection on his thigh and it turned him on so much.
He reveled in the feeling as Kenpachi pushed his pants and boxers down even further to get better access. He didn’t notice that the harsh kissing made his lips bleed lightly because he was so focused on the pleasure. The strength behind the kisses made Ichigo ache in a way he didn’t recognize. Everything felt so good…
While Ichigo was distracted Kenpachi circled a dry finger around Ichigo’s entrance and pushed it in. Ichigo cried out and bucked his hips away from the pain, pressing his hands against Kenpachi’s chest to push him away. “Oh stop, stop, stop!” He sobbed. Kenpachi stilled his movements and looked down at Ichigo who was cringing in pain. Kenpachi froze immediately and pulled his hand away.
“Oh, Strawberry I’m sorry, shhh…” He wrapped his arms around the crying Ichigo and pulled him into his lap. Ichigo laid his head against Kenpachi’s warm chest and tried to stop crying. He didn’t know why he was crying, it had been amazing but that stabbing pain from just one finger made him forget all the pleasure.
Kenpachi felt awful for hurting his little berry. He was just so into it, he didn’t think about it, he just did it. He was coming down slowly from his own aching want in his loins. But his Strawberry was crying in his arms so he didn’t think about that, he just worked on comforting him.
Kenpachi rocked Ichigo back and forth and pressed kisses along his hair, neck and shoulders, any skin that was within reach. Ichigo’s sobs had quieted down and he was cuddling into Kenpachi’s embrace and tightened his own arms around Kenpachi. The feeling of their warm naked chests against one another brought a lot of simple pleasure to the both of them.
Ichigo fit so nicely in his arms and was so strangely natural. Ichigo was straddling his lap unconcerned with his unbuttoned pants. Once the noise from Ichigo stopped all together, Kenpachi moved his hands up and down Ichigo’s bare back and over the top of that round ass of his. It felt nice just holding Strawberry like this.
Ichigo sniffled once and moved his head. He felt a little embarrassed, but tried not to let it show. Instead he nuzzled into the chest that was holding him, fascinated by the skin. It was very firm, he wondered if Kenpachi’s skin was as sensitive as normal skin because it couldn’t be scratched or pierced. He nipped at it lightly in curiosity and Kenpachi groaned.
“Berry…”Kenpachi hissed out in pleasure and slight warning, apparently it was still sensitive. “You shouldn’t do that unless you want to continue.”
“Don’t call me Berry…” Ichigo mumbled into Kenpachi’s chest, but stopped his actions. Kenpachi chuckled, it was so hard to take him seriously when he looked so adorable.
“Are you…okay?” Kenpachi asked hesitatingly.
“I’m fine…” Ichigo replied.
“I’m sorry Berry, I’m not good at this sort of thing.”
“What sort of thing?”
Ichigo looked up from Kenpachi’s chest and their eyes locked. It was intense and they both could feel the heat and passion between their locked gaze.
“This comforting thing…”
Ichigo laughed lightly and returned his head to its previous spot. “This is just fine…great. It’s comfortable.” And it was. Ichigo had never had another’s mans presence be so relaxing. Ichigo felt safe in Kenpachi’s arms.
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! 17
2. No way. 5
3. Um, well, if you wanted to, it would be nice…But you don’t have to or anything! 2