Kenpachi and Ichigo
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,804
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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Bell
Bell
Ichigo watched Kenpachi reaching to the point of his hair, grunting as he stretched and concentrated to get the last bell attached to the highest peak. As far as the big man being comical in any way, this was it. His face twisted, his eyes squeezed almost shut, and he kept moving his head slightly hoping for a better reach. It was hard to believe he had to do this every time he styled his hair.
Ichigo estimated this had been going on for over an hour now. It made him wonder how Kenpachi managed to make any meetings on time. Kenpachi shifted again, the muscle on his arm bulging with the strain. The tip of his tongue came out the corner of his mouth and Ichigo lost it. His laughter caught Kenpachi's attention in an instant.
"What's so funny?"
"Just let me do it for you."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I style my own hair."
"Come on. It's one bell. Just let me do it."
"No."
Ichigo snatched the bell from his fingers and smirked. "Yes."
"Ichigo, give it back," he said in a warning tone that would make many cower.
"Come and get it."
The chase was on. Shinigami dived out of the way and others were knocked down by the big man that was determinedly running the substitute shinigami down. Ichigo shook the bell now and then, the soft ringing making Kenpachi growl more fiercely. Later, Renji would recall that Ichigo teasing Kenpachi with his bell was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Ichigo was getting better at shunpo. He was so good that he would soon be a master. Kenpachi was impressed, but he never told Ichigo this. The young man just knew. Just like how he knew how to get under his skin. He growled deep in his throat as he lost track of his reiatsu. He sniffed the air and caught his scent, giving chase once again.
Kenpachi felt his reiatsu back toward the barracks and he took off like lightening to get to him. His young lover could only run so long before he caught him. He barreled into the barracks and stomped back to his bedroom where his reiatsu was the strongest.
"About time," Ichigo said, lounged back on the bed and nude, holding the bell between his fingers like a treasure.
"Sneaky little shit," Kenpachi barked in the most menacingly way possible. His eyes left the bell to play over his slim, muscled body, and his loins responded.
"Sneaky and yours." Ichigo sat up and beckoned him over. "Now, let me put this damn bell in your hair, stubborn bastard."
Kenpachi chuckled. "Alright, I yield. You can help me with my hair, but no other." His cock strained to be free."Only...if you promise to run from me every time." He smirked as he moved to the bed and lowered his head to let Ichigo fasten the bell.
"That's a deal," he said, putting the bell in place, expecting the tackle he got when the deed was done, laughing all the while.
Ichigo watched Kenpachi reaching to the point of his hair, grunting as he stretched and concentrated to get the last bell attached to the highest peak. As far as the big man being comical in any way, this was it. His face twisted, his eyes squeezed almost shut, and he kept moving his head slightly hoping for a better reach. It was hard to believe he had to do this every time he styled his hair.
Ichigo estimated this had been going on for over an hour now. It made him wonder how Kenpachi managed to make any meetings on time. Kenpachi shifted again, the muscle on his arm bulging with the strain. The tip of his tongue came out the corner of his mouth and Ichigo lost it. His laughter caught Kenpachi's attention in an instant.
"What's so funny?"
"Just let me do it for you."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I style my own hair."
"Come on. It's one bell. Just let me do it."
"No."
Ichigo snatched the bell from his fingers and smirked. "Yes."
"Ichigo, give it back," he said in a warning tone that would make many cower.
"Come and get it."
The chase was on. Shinigami dived out of the way and others were knocked down by the big man that was determinedly running the substitute shinigami down. Ichigo shook the bell now and then, the soft ringing making Kenpachi growl more fiercely. Later, Renji would recall that Ichigo teasing Kenpachi with his bell was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Ichigo was getting better at shunpo. He was so good that he would soon be a master. Kenpachi was impressed, but he never told Ichigo this. The young man just knew. Just like how he knew how to get under his skin. He growled deep in his throat as he lost track of his reiatsu. He sniffed the air and caught his scent, giving chase once again.
Kenpachi felt his reiatsu back toward the barracks and he took off like lightening to get to him. His young lover could only run so long before he caught him. He barreled into the barracks and stomped back to his bedroom where his reiatsu was the strongest.
"About time," Ichigo said, lounged back on the bed and nude, holding the bell between his fingers like a treasure.
"Sneaky little shit," Kenpachi barked in the most menacingly way possible. His eyes left the bell to play over his slim, muscled body, and his loins responded.
"Sneaky and yours." Ichigo sat up and beckoned him over. "Now, let me put this damn bell in your hair, stubborn bastard."
Kenpachi chuckled. "Alright, I yield. You can help me with my hair, but no other." His cock strained to be free."Only...if you promise to run from me every time." He smirked as he moved to the bed and lowered his head to let Ichigo fasten the bell.
"That's a deal," he said, putting the bell in place, expecting the tackle he got when the deed was done, laughing all the while.