Sweet Sorrow

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Sweet Sorrow: Chapter 2

The next morning Ichigo was sore and cranky, but he still went to class and simply tried to hide his limp. He had alienated himself from his classmates since he started his relationship with Kenpachi so it wasn’t like there was anyone there that cared enough to question him.

Ichigo liked college because it was an escape from home. When he was at school, he didn’t have to worry about whether or not Kenpachi was in a good mood, and whether that good mood would entail violence. But more and more it didn’t matter what sort of mood he was in, he still hurt Ichigo.

When Ichigo first met Kenpachi, it wasn’t love at first sight. They met at a club, and Ichigo was dancing by himself when Kenpachi had come up behind him and smacked him on the ass. Ichigo turned around and hit him in the jaw, which escalated into an all-out brawl that ended with Ichigo and Kenpachi being ‘escorted’ out of the club. Then Kenpachi asked for his number.

Violence was something Ichigo was used to when fighting, but it was important to him that it was kept out of relationships. Sure when he and Kenpachi sparred it was no big deal if a hit or two landed, but it was completely different when they were at home. It was one-sided and Ichigo didn’t like it, which he had said many times before. Now here Ichigo was, separated from his peers by an invisible wall that he himself put up.

Ichigo limped to class and took a seat in the far back. The professor gave him an odd look, but didn’t say anything. Ichigo was used to this because of his hair. His teachers didn’t care about it most of the time because he was a good student, but he knew that if he made one wrong move that would no longer be true.

Luckily Ichigo managed to schedule all of his classes so they were one after another rather then being spread apart, which mean he was finished with his classes at twelve. He immediately hopped onto his bike and biked over to the café where it was cram packed with people for the lunch hour.

A very harassed looking Orihime was at the register and she gave him a thankful look once she saw him. Ichigo nodded at her and popped into the restroom to change into his work clothes and then punched his time card. He tied his black apron around his waist and slipped a few bobby pins into his hair to keep it out of his eyes, and then he was ready to go.

He approached his first table and plaster on his fake smile, although once he saw who was sitting there it almost faltered, but he quickly recovered.

“Hello, sir, what can I get for you today?”

Nnoitra Jiruga smirked broadly at the stiff waiter and leaned back to examine him.

“Ya shouldn’t throw yourself at me so much, it’s unprofessional.” Nnoitra drawled and watched with interested as a dangerous glint appeared in Ichigo’s eyes.

“Are you on the job as well, Mr. Jiruga?” Ichigo’s eyes flared and Nnoitra had to suppress the urge to smack the tempting man’s ass.

“I may be meeting a client, but that’s confidential.” Nnoitra’s grin widened as he blatantly looked over Ichigo’s body. “Why, do ya wan to go on a date later?”

“Sorry, but I’m busy.” Ichigo tapped his pen against the pad of paper in impatience.

“How ‘bout tomorrow?”

“Busy. Now what can I get you?”

“Plain coffee. How about on Friday?”

“I’m busy.” Ichigo gave him one last irritated glance and moved onto the next table to take their order.

Nnoitra tilted his head to the side and took the opportunity to check out Ichigo’s ass. Ichigo turned around and caught Nnoitra looking which made him scowl. Nnoitra just smile and pretended like all that killing intent wasn’t being directed at him. Nnoitra knew that Ichigo wanted nothing more than to hit him, but Ichigo must have liked his job because he managed to restrain himself.

Nnoitra straightened in his seat and composed himself as he caught sight of someone fitting the description of his potential client. He reluctantly looked away from Ichigo and went into his professional mode. The man looked around nervously and fiddled with the cuffs of his suit before walking over and sitting in the chair across from Nnoitra.

“Discretion is of the utmost concern.” The man said immediately and Nnoitra fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“Right now, we’re just two men having a cup of coffee.” Nnoitra assured him. Ichigo arrived with the beverage in question and practically shoved it on the table, making the coffee spill over slightly.

“Your coffee, sir.” Ichigo said coldly and then turned to the other man with a smile. “Is there something I can get for you?”

“Espresso. No cream or sugar.” The man said briskly and then turned back to Nnoitra as Ichigo left. “Somebody you know?”

“I’ve been here before.” That was all Nnoitra said on the subject and then they got down to business. They finished quickly since it was only a matter of establishing whether Nnoitra would take the job. Nnoitra would draw up a contract when he got back to the office, or rather he would make Tesla do it.

As he left, he passed by Ichigo who was carrying an order of drinks. Nnoitra took advantage of his hands being full and slipped his business card into the waist of his pants. Ichigo let out a startled yelp as Nnoitra’s fingers brushed against his bare skin and nearly dropped the tray of drinks.

“Call me. Don’t lose it this time.” With that, Nnoitra strolled off and Ichigo was left flushed and angry. Heh, Ichigo so wanted him.

…

Ichigo was tired and sore when he finally got back home. Kenpachi was sprawled on the couch and watching TV, but he stood when Ichigo came in.

“Ichigo.”

Ichigo, who was taking off his coat, pause mid motion and felt dread coil in his stomach. He knew that tone of voice, and it didn’t bear well for him.

“Kenpachi?” He turned to look at Kenpachi who frowned heavily at Ichigo.

“Ikkaku stopped by today and told me the funniest thing.”

Ichigo swallowed as he tried to think of something he might have done to incur the wrath of Kenpachi.

“He told me you were flirting with another man at work.”

Fuck! Ikkaku must have stopped by to check up on him, as Kenpachi sometimes requested, and saw what was going on with Nnoitra. Kenpachi was a very jealous boyfriend, which was proven several times in their relationship when Ichigo’s old boyfriends showed up. He usually didn’t take it too far, but once he actually sent one of them to the hospital for daring to ask Ichigo to dinner.

“Kenpachi, wait, it’s not…”

A large first hit him hard in the stomach, making Ichigo stagger back to slump against the wall as he gasped for breath. Strong fingers gripped his chin and his cringing face was tilted upward to look at Kenpachi.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I don’t belong to anyone!”

Instead of looking pissed off, Kenpachi seemed happy by his proclamation and crushed his lips against Ichigo’s. When they parted, Ichigo’s lips were bleeding from Kenpachi’s sharp teeth and Kenpachi grinned broadly, stroking Ichigo’s hair.

“I love that fire of yours.” Kenpachi said and his had begun to wander underneath Ichigo’s clothes. They moved over his sides and caressed his chest before he dragged his nails into his stomach hard, making Ichigo hiss as red lines appeared. “If you ever show that to anyone else, I’ll kill them and I can guarantee it will take you a long time to recover from what I do to you.”

Ichigo gasped as he was forced to face the wall and his pants dropped to the ground. He knew that he shouldn’t just be sitting there and taking it, but his body wouldn’t move no matter how much his mind screamed at him to protect himself. He swallowed harshly and stared at the blank wall, grimacing as he heard Kenpachi undo his belts and pants. Kenpachi’s hard, muscular body spooned against him and lips sucked on his neck.

Ichigo tried to concentrate on the throbbing welt on his stomach from where Kenpachi had hit him. However that was hard to do when Kenpachi was grunting in his ear and a hard, thick cock was pressing into him. There was no distraction from the pain except for the occasional drag of Kenpachi’s hand against his half erect dick.

“Ichigo…” Kenpachi growled possessively and sucked on Ichigo’s neck as he jerked his hips forward and slammed Ichigo harder against the wall.

Times like these made it hard for Ichigo to distinguish between how it had once been, and how it was now. With Kenpachi hitting his prostate and stroking his erection, it was easy to pretend that Kenpachi still was like he was before. When Kenpachi would never hit or hurt Ichigo unless they were sparring and he always tended to Ichigo afterwards.

“Kenpachi…”

When it was over, Kenpachi grabbed a beer and sank back onto the couch with his spent cock still hanging out. Ichigo sat on the floor where Kenpachi had left him after coming inside of him and giving his ass a hard slap. He didn’t want to stand and go further into their apartment where there was certain to be another round.

He pushed himself off the ground and stagger as his backside throbbed. He shouldn’t be moving; he should be lying down and not risking his ass getting jarred. However he also knew that if he stayed there then what Kenpachi would do to him would be much worse. Kenpachi might be taking a break, but that only told Ichigo that he wanted to drag his ‘punishment’ out.

So he left the apartment and began to wander around the streets, not caring when it started to rain. He was startled out of his dazed state when a car pulled up beside him and the driver’s side window rolled down.

“Ichi?”

Nnoitra stared at the beautiful orange haired man that was soaking wet and who didn’t seem to care. His hair was plastered to his face and his clothes clung to his body in a way that made Nnoitra stare for a second. He blinked and tried to focus at the situation at hand as he frowned at him.

“What are ya doing out here Ichigo?”

Ichigo scowled and shook his head before he continued walking. Nnoitra drove beside him slowly, but Ichigo remained mute.

“Why don’t ya get in the car, it’s warm and dry in here.”

“I’m not interested, Jiruga.” Ichigo said and Nnoitra was taken aback for a moment on how hoarse his voice sounded.

“Ichi-”

Nnoitra was cut off when Ichigo sneezed.

“Just for a cup of coffee.” Nnoitra amended and Ichigo gave him a look.

“Nothing’s open this late.”

“I know a place nearby.”

Ichigo hesitated so Nnoitra took advantage of it to press on.

“I’ll buy.”

“Fine.” Ichigo wouldn’t have agreed normally, but he was freezing cold and coffee sounded really good right then.

LINE

Go ahead and call me names for this ending, I deserve it. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never- ah! Who threw that rock!?

Yeah, just kidding. Anyways, there is an email notification list for this story if anyone wants to be on it. Please review!