Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

The Bodyguard: Part 2/3

Ichigo had a spare bedroom, but Kenpachi was currently trying to convince Ichigo that it would be best if he slept in Ichigo’s room. Ichigo hadn’t caught on quite yet to what Kenpachi’s intentions towards him were, but he recognized that the man acted strangely. Right now they were in his living room, sitting on his couch in front of the T.V.

“Come on, Ichigo. What if Shirosaki crawls in here in the middle of the night? I need to be there to protect you.” Kenpachi smirked as he tried to keep serious. To be honest, that was a concern of his, but maybe he didn’t have to be in the SAME room.

“But…he hasn’t tried anything like that yet…” Ichigo was looking awfully cute shifting in his seat and rubbing the back of his neck, obviously embarrassed with the idea that Shirosaki would try something like that and that Kenpachi would be sleeping in the same room as him.

“Yet is the key word, little Ichi-Chan. You said that things have escalated recently, the next thing he might try is rape.” Kenpachi said harshly. Ichigo gulped, but that anger wasn’t directed at him, but at Shirosaki.

“Where would you sleep?” Ichigo asked.

Kenpachi smirked; at least he was getting somewhere. “On the floor. Unless you got room on your bed?” He tried really hard not to leer, honestly, he did.

“Floor is good.” Ichigo answered quickly. Kenpachi smirked and stretched. Ichigo’s eyes trailed along his body and his eyes widened at the sight of that strong form. Ichigo had never thought of himself as gay, but right now he felt like he was a 7 on a scale of 1 to 10 on gayness.

Kenpachi stood up suddenly and Ichigo’s eyes flew to his face, wondering if he had been caught ogling him. Put Kenpachi was just taking of his jacket. Ichigo blinked and realized what the jacket was hiding. Guns. On either side of his hips. Ichigo knew that he should be feeling something about this other than thinking that Kenpachi looked really hot with those. He looked dangerous… but he was also protecting him so it made him that much hotter.

Ichigo really didn’t want to analyze those emotions, though. He had never been attracted to the bad boy image like what Shirosaki displayed, but with Kenpachi it was different. In terms of looks it wasn’t like Kenpachi was hotter than Shirosaki, so that wasn’t it. Kenpachi was also so much larger than him as well. Was that it? No, that’s ridiculous. So what is it?

What Ichigo didn’t know was that Kenpachi was wondering the same thing. What was it about the little Strawberry that made him want to throw him onto the ground and ravish him. Would Ichigo fight him or would he give in? When Kenpachi realized his thoughts he shook them. He wasn’t a stalker or a rapist, but Ichigo was so beautiful that he just wanted to touch him, worship that body with his own.

Kenpachi ended up just put some pillows and a blanket on the floor and slept next to Ichigo’s bed. He would much rather have been IN the bed, but he should probably take it slow with Ichigo. He stayed up for a while just watching Ichigo sleep, looking adorable with his thumb creeping into his mouth with his shirt exposing his stomach. When Kenpachi was certain that Ichigo was asleep he crept onto the bed and hovered over Ichigo, careful to not wake him. Ichigo didn’t move a muscle.

Kenpachi smiled and gently, with just the tip of his finger, brushed his stomach. The skin was silky, making it even harder for Kenpachi to not jump Ichigo. Just a little taste of that skin and he would leave the kid alone for the night. He leaned over and ever so gently pressed his lips to the same soft skin he just caressed. Ichigo stirred, but did not wake. Kenpachi looked up at that face that was so relaxed when he was sleeping, yet to tense when he was awake. He darted his tongue out and took his taste.

Oh gods, he had to stop before he really was tempted to take little Ichigo. He pulled away, instantly missing the feeling of the hot body underneath his and the faint taste of vanilla on his skin. His erection throbbed at the very thought, but he forced himself away and laid down on the floor, trying to ignore the throbbing want that flooded his veins. Maybe tomorrow he would make a move on the berry…hopefully when he was much more awake.

Unknown to Kenpachi and Ichigo there was a figure that watched the entire scene outside the window, a spot he was oddly familiar with. Shirosaki fumed a he watched that beast touch what was his! He wanted to kill the man that called himself Ichigo’s bodyguard. But first, he would claim Ichigo as his.

The next morning Ichigo woke up feeling oddly loved. Cared for. Perhaps it was because Kenpachi spent the night by his side for the sole reason of protecting him. But with the warm feelings came an impending sense of doom that made Ichigo frown. The frown turned into a reluctant smile as he was greeted with the sight of a shirtless Kenpachi moving around the kitchen.

“Morning.” Ichigo said as he gave a loud yawn and stretch.

Kenpachi’s eyes immediately riveted on the adorable form and gave his own grin. “Good morning, Ichigo.”

Ichigo rubbed some of the sleep out of his eyes and realized something. The shirtless Kenpachi was shirtless! Well, you would assume that to be so, seeing how that’s what shirtless implied, but…to really see it, Ichigo was happy to note that Kenpachi’s muscles weren’t massive like a muscle builder’s, but large and wiry all the same.

“I’m going to take a shower, you yell if you need anything. You got that Ichi-Chan?” Kenpachi said, making sure that their eyes met when he said it.

“Y-yeah.” Ichigo stuttered, and cursed himself for losing his calm thinking about a wet, naked Kenpachi.

Kenpachi left to take a shower and Ichigo stared after him for a few moments before he shook himself and got a cup of coffee. He heard the shower start running and he smiled. This attraction of his was not normal. Ichigo yawned and scratched his tummy when he heard a noise behind him. Ichigo whipped around, but nothing was there. He looked around suspiciously before relaxing again. Just as he turned back to the kitchen a body smashed into him, knocking him into the ground.

Ichigo started to yell, but whoever it was forced a gag into his mouth and all that came out was a muffled moan. “Ichigo…” A voice breathed into his ear. He knew that voice. “Be nice, Ichigo, or I will be forced to hurt you.” Shirosaki! That bastard. Ichigo tried to wiggle his hands out from where they were pinned underneath his body, but Shirosaki was having none of that. He grabbed Ichigo’s arms and forced them behind his back, wrapping his right hand around both of his wrists, making Ichigo arch his back uncomfortably with his face smashed into the ground.

Ichigo squeaked and Shirosaki pressed his body against his Ichigo and rubbed his hips crudely against Ichigo’s ass. “I love having your beautiful body underneath mine.” Shirosaki moaned. Ichigo worked furiously at the gag in his mouth with his tongue, trying to force it out. Shirosaki glanced at the bedroom door, making sure the shower was still on before he slipped his hand underneath Ichigo’s body and started fumbling with his belt.

Ichigo finally managed to force the gag out of his mouth and screamed, “HELP! KENPACHI!!!” Shirosaki cursed and hit Ichigo in the back of his head, knocking him out. He picked Ichigo up and threw him over his shoulder just as Kenpachi burst into the room wearing nothing but a hastily thrown on pants. Kenpachi wasted no time in smashing his fist into Shirosaki’s face. Shirosaki dropped Ichigo with a shout of pain and Kenpachi caught him before he hit the ground. He set him a side and turned back to Shirosaki, catching him under the chin with an under cut hit, breaking his jaw and making him bite his tongue.

Shirosaki tried to retaliate with a hit of his own, but Kenpachi was too fast and too strong for him. Kenpachi punched him as hard as he could in the gut and Shirosaki fell to the ground, unconscious and in pain. With that done with Kenpachi turned back to Ichigo. His expression softened and he ran his fingers through Ichigo’s hair under the pretense of checking the head injury. His hair was so soft…like a girl's. The thought made Kenpachi smile.

Groaning, Ichigo woke up to someone lovingly petting his hair. He opened his eyes and saw Kenpachi leaning over him with a gentle smile.

“Hey…” Kenpachi said as those beautiful brown eyes fluttered open.

“Kenpachi…” Ichigo responded, and then groaned as his head gave a nasty throb.

“You okay, Ichigo?” Kenpachi asked softly.

“Yeah, he didn’t get to do anything.” Kenpachi smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Ichigo’s forehead, making Ichigo blush. “Where is he?”

“He’s…” Kenpachi turned around and saw an empty floor and no Shirosaki. “Gods damn it.” Kenpachi cursed. He turned back to Ichigo. “He got away.” Ichigo frowned, but Kenpachi wanted him to smile again. Kenpachi leaned over yet again and brushed his lips against Ichigo’s temple, then his cheek, then on his lips. It was a feather light touch that Ichigo barely felt, but it was so…hot to feel the other man’s lips on his. “He won’t get away with this.” Ichigo smiled and leaned up to kiss Kenpachi. Words were not needed to express what the felt for each other. Just touch was enough.

Shirosaki getting his ass kicked!!! The next chapter will contain the lemon and what happened to Shirosaki.

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