Never Fade Away

Warning! Fingering in this chapter! Not for underage readers!

Chapter 12

When they both got home the first thing Kenpachi did was drag Ichigo through the house and up the stairs into his room. Ichigo wrinkled his eyebrows and started to say something, but Kenpachi didn’t give him a chance before he literally picked Ichigo up and threw him onto the bed. Ichigo squeaked and sat up, wondering what the fuck was going on, before Kenpachi was on him at covering his lips like Ichigo was the last drink of water in the world.

It was an imperfect kiss, Kenpachi’s tongue seemed slimy as it prodded Ichigo’s mouth and he nipped a little too forcefully, but it was the imperfectness of it that made Ichigo crave more. He kissed back with the same intensity, trying to keep up with the motions Ichigo was making with his tongue, but failing miserably. He was so caught up in it that he didn’t notice when Kenpachi shoved his hands up Ichigo’s shirt, eager to feel more skin.

He did notice, however, when Kenpachi brushed those callused hands against his nipples, making Ichigo throw his head back and moan at the unexpected contact. Kenpachi growled at the loss of those lips and quickly reclaimed them. Ichigo moved his own hands underneath Kenpachi’s shirt, reveling in the hard muscle. Kenpachi drew his mouth away from Ichigo’s and made a messy trail of saliva across Ichigo’s cheek and down to his neck. Ichigo fisted Kenpachi’s hair and breathed harshly at the action, desperate for more contact.

Kenpachi got irritated with Ichigo’s shirt being in the way and pulled away long enough to yank it off of Ichigo, and then took off his own shirt. Ichigo watched in fascination as his muscles stretched to take the shirt off. While Kenpachi was still pulling it over his head, Ichigo took the chance to latch his mouth on his chest, licking at it curiously as he tasted the faint saltiness, making Kenpachi growl. Ichigo glanced up from his position to see Kenpachi staring down at him lustfully.

He didn’t know how Ichigo could look so fucking innocent when he was licking his chest and- oh gods! Ichigo just fucking sucked on his nipple! Kenpachi wrapped one of his arms around Ichigo’s bare waist and with the free hand gripped the back of his neck.

“Ichigo…” Kenpachi breathed.

Ichigo found he very much liked Kenpachi’s chest and the way he tasted. Especially Kenpachi’s reaction to it when he sucked on his nipple. Ichigo nibbled on it a little before giving it a last lick and turning his attention to the other one. Kenpachi’s hand that wasn’t in a vice grip on the nape of his neck wandered around his back before creeping down to cup his ass before grabbing it harshly, allowing Ichigo to feel his strength.

When he felt Kenpachi grab his ass he bucked his hips forward and moaned into Kenpachi’s flesh. At that Kenpachi felt that he had been more than patient and took the opportunity to push Ichigo onto his back forcefully and do his own tasting of Ichigo’s skin. Ichigo arched his back as Kenpachi gripped his hips and dragged his sharp canine teeth down Ichigo’s chest and then delved his tongue into Ichigo’s bellybutton. Ichigo tried to thrust his hips up to get more of that feeling, but Kenpachi kept his iron grip on Ichigo’s hips, enjoying the control he had on the teen.

“Mmm, Strawberry flavored.” Kenpachi said with a grin, making Ichigo glare furiously at him. Ichigo really didn’t taste like strawberries, he didn’t think it was possible for someone to taste like strawberries, but he tasted good all the same.

Kenpachi undid Ichigo’s pants, earning him a weird look, but Kenpachi just smiled up at him innocently like he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Kenpachi licked the skin just above Ichigo’s boxers and basked in the small noise it wrought from Ichigo’s mouth.

Kenpachi pulled down his pants and boxers a little more so his hip bone was showing even more and proceeded to dig his teeth into the flesh, making Ichigo yell and try and kick at him. He let up slightly and tongued the wound gently as an apology. Ichigo glowered at him, but that did not deter Kenpachi in the slightest.

“Kenpachi…” Ichigo growled, trying to sit up and push the larger man off.

“Oh no you don’t.” Kenpachi said and pushed him back down. “Just enjoy.”

Before Ichigo had a chance to respond, Kenpachi pulled his pants down even farther so his erection and ass were exposed, but the jeans trapped his legs so he couldn’t escape.

“What are you doing?” Ichigo asked with a hint of whining in his voice.

“If you’ll just shut up, you would find out.” Kenpachi grunted. He grabbed Ichigo’s erect cock and slowly pumped it. Ichigo arched his back at the strange pleasure. It felt so much better than when he just touched himself. Kenpachi gave him a few more strokes before he took his hand away. When Ichigo whined in protest he laughed and pressed a soft kiss to the bite wound on his hip.

Kenpachi reached over to his bed side table and fumbled with the drawer. Ichigo struggled to sit again, curious about what he was doing, but Kenpachi just pushed him back down. He gave Ichigo a lingering kiss on the lips and then drew out the lotion he was looking for in the drawer. Ichigo looked at it with confusion in his eyes, but Kenpachi didn’t bother to explain. Instead he tossed it onto the bed and worked on pulling off Ichigo’s pants and boxers all the way, leaving him bare to the world.

It was so much better than Kenpachi imagined. Ichigo’s body was masculine yet curvy at the same time in a way only he could pull off. It wasn’t that he looked feminine; he just looked softer than average males, yet not in a flabby sort of way. And he looked so adorable with that blush that tinted his cheek bones, threatening to spread downward at his obvious embarrassment at being so exposed.

“What are you…?”

“I believe I told you to shut up.” Kenpachi growled, though not in a mean way. He grabbed Ichigo’s legs underneath the knees and spread them apart.

“Wai-“ Ichigo said in a panic.

“Hush…” Kenpachi soothed and rubbed the knees with his thumbs before grabbing the lotion and spreading a little on his hand. Ichigo clamped his knees together, understanding exactly what Kenpachi was planning and remembering the pain it had inflicted before. The action only served to amuse Kenpachi and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, Ichigo. Tell me to stop and I will.” Ichigo still looked suspicious, but he trusted Kenpachi so he relaxed his legs.

Slowly, so he wouldn’t startle Ichigo, Kenpachi brought his lubed fingers against Ichigo entrance and rubbed there enticingly as he started to stroke Ichigo again. Ichigo thought he was being driven mad by the intense sensation. The finger continued to rub at his entrance but doing nothing more as the hand pumped him. It came to the point were Ichigo was driven mad by the sensation and the need to have something inside of him.

His breath hitched when Kenpachi did press his finger slightly inside of Ichigo. He felt Ichigo tense up so he rubbed his thumb over the tip of his erection to distract him as he pushed his finger in so just the tip was in and started rubbing it in a circular motion. Once Ichigo relaxed he thrust the finger all the way in, making Ichigo arch his back and keen at the uncomfortable sensation it produced. However, when Kenpachi continued to touch his erection and wiggle that finger around in a way that was so erotic, he couldn’t help but scream at the over load in pleasure and come in spurts.

Kenpachi licked up the slightly bitter fluid from Ichigo’s stomach and smiled at Ichigo fondly as he tried to regain his breath. Kenpachi withdrew his finger and fumbled with his own pants, taking out his own erection and started pumping it. He wanted so badly to be buried in that tight heat, but Ichigo wasn’t ready. He rubbed the tip oh his erection against the cleft of Ichigo’s ass, but didn’t press in.

He spread Ichigo’s ass apart slightly and rubbed himself along the length of it. It was so hard to not fuck Ichigo right there. He was so close…he pressed the head against Ichigo’s entrance just slightly, not entering, and came with a groan as Ichigo automatically bucked at the feeling. Kenpachi panted slightly as he came down from his high and leaned down to kiss Ichigo. Ichigo, surprisingly, wrapped his legs around Kenpachi’s waist to draw him closer and wrapped his arms behind his head. Kenpachi growled in pleasure and kissed Ichigo deeper, trying desperately to keep his lower body away from Ichigo so he didn’t obtain another erection.

As he rolled both of them over so Ichigo was resting lightly on top of him, Kenpachi wondered if Shirosaki heard the ruckus they made. He hoped that he did, Kenpachi thought with a smirk. That way he knows Ichigo is his Strawberry. But in case there is any doubt…Kenpachi studied Ichigo’s relaxed face and leaned down slightly and sucked his neck and nibbled at it before biting down hard enough to leave marks filled with purple bruises. Ichigo hissed and protest and reached up to bonk the side of his head, before going back to relaxing on his chest. What a cute little Strawberry, Kenpachi thought fondly and wrapped his arms around him before relaxing himself.

Read please!!! I was just looking at a Kenpachi/Ichigo raw doujin download I have and I so want it in English. If anyone could translate it for me I would love them forever. And I’ll write whatever they want me to write, no matter how long or short. Seriously. Even if it’s really dirty. (Not that that’s a bad thing…I would probably like doing that.)