Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

Stalker: Part 3/3

A taste wouldn’t hurt…just a little taste. He leaned over and ever so gently pressed his lips to Ichigo’s. Oh gods, this was heaven. He forced himself to pull away and then his one visible eye widened. Bleary brown eyes stared up at him in confusion and surprise. Ichigo blinked a few times and then frowned.

“…Kenpachi?”

Kenpachi stared down at the now-awake Ichigo.

“What are you doing here, Kenpachi?”

What to say? No good in lying now. “You look so beautiful when you sleep, Ichigo.”

Ichigo blinked a few more times as the words registered in his sleep-muddled mind. Once it did his eyes widened and he shot back away from Kenpachi. “Kenpachi? Were you the one who left me those gifts?”

“…yeah…”

“…”

“…”

“…Have you been watching me?”

“Yeah.”

They stared at each other.

“Why?”

“You don’t know?”

Silence fell again. Ichigo’s heart beat faster as Kenpachi crawled towards him and leaned forward so their faces were mere inches apart. “You sure you don’t know?” Ichigo swallowed in response. With a smirk Kenpachi closed the inches between them. Ichigo inhaled sharply as Kenpachi cupped his cheek and brought their lips together. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and lifted his hands to Kenpachi’s chest, pushing lightly at him to try and gain some more distance.

Kenpachi was having none of it. He gripped one hand around Ichigo’s wrists and moved the other behind Ichigo’s back to tug him into his lap. Ichigo squirmed a little, making Kenpachi groan and tighten his hold.

Ichigo had never been kissed before. Kenpachi was taking his first one. And it was a very intense one, at that. It seemed like Kenpachi was trying to suck out his soul with that mouth that sucked and nibbled at his lips. When Ichigo opened his mouth automatically at the pain, Kenpachi explored his mouth fervently.

It was weird. Ichigo found himself returning the kiss, if only a little. Which only encouraged Kenpachi. He moaned and shifted Ichigo so he was flat on his back with Kenpachi on top of him. Ichigo tilted his head back a little to escape the kiss, gasping for breath. Kenpachi kissed Ichigo’s neck softly and moved his hand down to push up Ichigo’s night shirt. Ichigo jerked at the touch and pushed at Kenpachi’s arm a little.

“Kenpachi, wait…”

Kenpachi grunted and lifted his head to look at Ichigo, but kept his hands under Ichigo’s shirt. He rubbed his nose against Ichigo’s chin affectionately. “I’ve been watching you for awhile now, you know. I probably know more about you than your friends.”

Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows a little. He didn’t know if he was creeped out or strangely flattered by Kenpachi’s close attention. When Kenpachi rubbed a thumb against one of his nipples, he decided to go with flattered and call it good. Kenpachi continued to kiss Ichigo as he explored his chest. It was only when Kenpachi’s hands dipped below the waist that Ichigo protested.

“Um, Kenpachi?”

“Hn.”

“This is a little weird for me…”

“I know.”

Kenpachi pushed up Ichigo’s shirt and started working his mouth on Ichigo’s torso. Ichigo inhaled sharply and threaded his fingers through Kenpachi’s beaded hair.

“But for some reason…I love that you have been watching me.” Kenpachi bit on a nipple.

“I love that you’re touching me this way.” His shirt and pants were discarded quickly.

“And I love how your power is almost suffocating me with the intensity.” At that point Kenpachi yanked off his eyes patch along with the rest of his clothes. Kenpachi pushed Ichigo’s legs apart and up so his was completely bared to Kenpachi’s eyes.

“Delicious…” Kenpachi hissed predatorily and leaned down. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and Kenpachi licked his erection, then moved down straight to his goal. Ichigo cried out as Kenpachi licked his puckered entrance, then jabbed his long tongue in, making Ichigo’s thighs tremble.

“Ken…” Kenpachi gave one last thrust with his tongue, then pulled away.

“You taste so clean…so powerful…only you could handle me at full strength.”

Ichigo frowned at those words. “Is that the reason for all of this?” His eyes were squeezed shut so he couldn’t see Kenpachi’s reaction. He felt a slight shifting and suddenly Kenpachi’s form was pressing between his legs and a lips brushed against his softly. Ichigo’s eyes shot open to see a very serious-looking Kenpachi staring down at him.

“I didn’t think you would be one that needed reassurance.” He rested his head against Ichigo’s and pressed a light kiss underneath his ear.

“I didn’t think I would need to tell you how perfect you are.” He dragged his fingers down Ichigo’s body reverently, then pushed them into Ichigo’s mouth for him to suck on.

“How beautiful.” He dragged the fingers away and shifted some of his weight on his knees slightly so he could reach between Ichigo’s legs and still be pressed against him.

“There were so many times I had to hold myself back from raping you against the nearest surface.” He pushed a finger into Ichigo, making him cringe slightly in pain.

“But now I don’t have to hold myself back.” Ichigo keened and clung to Kenpachi as another finger was added.

“I like to just take what I want.” Third finger and now Kenpachi was also pumping his erection to try and distract him from the encompassing pain.

“But I didn’t just take you.” He dragged the fingers out and spit on his hand, then slathered his notable erection with it. Ichigo looked a little dazed from the pain and pleasure, and Kenpachi would like to keep it that way.

“Cuz I don’t just want you.” He pressed the tip to Ichigo’s entrance and pressed inside, leaning down to kiss Ichigo to stifle the sobs. He gritted his jaw tightly as a distraction so he wouldn’t just pound into him right off the bat. Once the sobs quieted down he shifted slightly and was very relieved about the moan of pleasure it produced.

“I love you.” Then he started thrusting in earnest, not giving Ichigo a chance to go over his words.

Throbbing, stabbing pleasure. The ache and the bliss entwined so cruelly it was enough to set his body on fire. Kenpachi’s words twisted through his consciousness like a snake in the water. His mind wasn’t in any state for them to sink in, but at some level he understood. And it only made him hotter. He yanked on Kenpachi’s hair and crushed their mouths together in a heated kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue. When they parted crimson was painted on their lips like smeared lipstick.

Kenpachi bit down on Ichigo’s neck and slipped his arms underneath Ichigo’s back so he could get more leverage for thrusting. Ichigo came with a loud groan, pushing Kenpachi into his own orgasm. Kenpachi unclenched his jaw from Ichigo’s neck and lapped at the blood lightly. Ichigo rasped for breath for a few moments before finally relaxing his legs from their position and sighing in relief. Kenpachi pulled out of him, making Ichigo wince and laid beside him.

“Do you want to take a bath or would you rather I brought a washcloth back and cleaned you up?”

Ichigo rested his head against Kenpachi’s shoulder and gave a long yawn. “Do we have to do either?”

Kenpachi chuckled. “You don’t want that stuff to dry on.”

Ichigo grunted and nuzzled Kenpachi’s sweaty neck. “Can you clean me up? I just want to sleep.”

There was a soft murmur of affirmation and Kenpachi reluctantly left the bed. Ichigo drifted asleep and only woke up slightly as Kenpachi gently cleaned him up, then climbed in beside him. Ichigo curled against him comfortably as Kenpachi tugged him close. Ichigo fell asleep immediately, but Kenpachi took a few minutes to study him in the dark.

“I really do love you.”

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Yeah, I’m a freak for adding a little something sweet despite how rough the rest of it is.

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