Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

The Bodyguard: Part 3/3

The police found Shirosaki at a hospital. Once he was fixed up enough to be moved the police took him into custody for attempted rape as well as breaking and entering. Not even Shirosaki’s rich lawyer could get him out of this one. Ichigo was just happy that Shirosaki was behind bars and wasn’t going to be getting out for a few years.

At the moment Ichigo was curled up next to Kenpachi while watching a movie. Kenpachi had his arm around Ichigo’s shoulder and was running his fingers up and down his arm. Kenpachi had gotten very possessive of Ichigo and didn’t want him to leave his sight after what happened with Shirosaki. Ichigo was a little uncomfortable with the intensity in which Kenpachi was enthralled with him, but he was getting used to it.

Ichigo and his family had decided that they would keep Kenpachi as a bodyguard which both of them were thankful for. Now that Shirosaki was behind bars Kenpachi was staying in the other room, but he had been whole-heartedly trying to convince Ichigo to let Kenpachi sleep with him. Ichigo so far had refused, but Kenpachi hoped that tonight he would be able to.

Kenpachi slid his hand up to Ichigo shoulder and played with the color of Ichigo’s shirt without him catching on to what he had planned. He did notice, however, when Kenpachi slid his hand into the shirt and rubbed the soft skin. Ichigo froze at the motion and took the opportunity to lean over and lick Ichigo’s neck gently, than biting down on it. This shook Ichigo from his trance and he turned in Kenpachi’s embrace and kissed him.

Kenpachi tried to go slow- dipping his tongue gently in Ichigo’s warm, wet cavern- but it was too damn hard to go low, literally and figuratively. So instead, Kenpachi dragged Ichigo so he was straddling him and stood up. Ichigo reflexively wrapped his arms and legs around Kenpachi’s body so he wouldn’t fall.

“What the fuck!?” Ichigo shouted. He said the cutest things to Kenpachi!

“We’re moving this to the bedroom.” Kenpachi said huskily and squeezed Ichigo’s tempting little bottom.

“Don’t you think we should talk about this?” Ichigo asked with a frown.

“Actions speak louder than words.” Kenpachi responded with a large grin and threw Ichigo onto the bed.

“Um…Kenpachi?” Ichigo said, furrowing his eyebrows and sitting up.

A low growl and Kenpachi hovering over him on his hands and knees was the only response. Whatever Ichigo was about to say was lost when Kenpachi pushed Ichigo onto his back and covered his mouth with his own. Ichigo opened his mouth automatically and squirmed underneath Kenpachi’s dominating form.

Kenpachi grabbed a hold of the front of Ichigo’s shirt and simply tore it off him in two clean pieces. Ichigo cursed in response and thumped his chest with a fist, “Kenpachi, you bastard! I liked that shirt!”

“Well I like you better without it.” Kenpachi said lowly and gave a long lick on his sternum. Ichigo smiled at him fondly like the action amused him, making Kenpachi narrow his eyes suspiciously. Ichigo laughed making Kenpachi bite down on the flesh in response. Ichigo’s eyes widened at the pain, not so much because it hurt, although it did, but because it sent a shiver of pleasure through him.

“Do you like that Ichigo…?” Kenpachi said and bit again, this time hard enough that blood welled to the surface and beaded before tickling down his chest.

“Too…much…” Ichigo managed to gasp out as pushed a little at his head. Kenpachi lifted his head, gazing down at Ichigo.

Kenpachi smiled in a particularly dangerous way, making Ichigo instantly suspicious. Before Ichigo could even catch the movement Kenpachi had divested him of the rest of his clothes and was taking his own off. Ichigo immediately blushed and tried to cover his groin area, but Kenpachi batted his hands away. Ichigo tried not to stare as Kenpachi pulled his pants down. Ichigo had never seen another man naked other than glimpses in locker rooms, and he was very intimidated. Kenpachi was BIG. He was very proportionate to the rest of his body, and suddenly Ichigo was nervous. Nervous about what Kenpachi was going to do to him.

As slow as he could, Kenpachi laid his body on Ichigo’s and propped his upper body up so just his hips rested on Ichigo and his legs parted Ichigo’s own. Ichigo stared up at him apprehensively but felt an overwhelming urge to be closer to Kenpachi, perhaps as reassurance of Kenpachi’s affection for him. Kenpachi obligated by leaning down for a kiss, than he slowly pressed kissed down his body, moving his own body down as well before he reached the hip and he pressed a kiss to that as well before using his large hands to move Ichigo’s legs farther apart and up a little.

Ichigo swallowed through the lump that formed in his throat as Kenpachi put four of his fingers in his own mouth and got them sufficiently wet. Ichigo inhaled sharply as Kenpachi dragged one of them across his entrance and prodded gently. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut as Kenpachi slid it in. He reflexively tried to close his legs but Kenpachi pressed them apart again and moved the finger slowly in and out as Ichigo got used to the pain.

Ichigo was so fucking beautiful laid out like that. He was breathing in an out rapidly with his eyes squeezed shut and a faint sheen of sweat covering his body. It made him want to just take him right there, but then Ichigo would never let Kenpachi touch him again and Kenpachi wanted to spend every waking moment with him.

As he added a second finger, Ichigo arched his back and moved his hips away from the touch, but Kenpachi followed with the fingers and pressed his hips back down. Fuck, it hurt to have those fingers inside of him. Kenpachi noticed that things weren’t getting any better for Ichigo and moved his body so he lay beside Ichigo, but still had access between his legs. Ichigo opened his eyes slightly and was surprised at what he saw.

Kenpachi was propped up on one elbow and was gazing down at him lovingly as he moved the fingers in and out. He smiled when he noticed Ichigo had opened his eyes and leaned down to brush a kiss against his lips before scissoring his fingers to coax the entrance wider. Seeing the obviously pained expression on Ichigo’s face, Kenpachi felt his heart drop a little. He pushed his fingers a little deeper and brushed against the prostate, making Ichigo jolt in surprise and then press back on those fingers, ignoring the pain for the pleasure.

Using the pleasure as a distraction, Kenpachi worked a third finger in, marveling at the way his fingers were pressed tightly together to work into Ichigo’s entrance. Once Ichigo was accustomed to those he slid his free hand underneath Ichigo’s back and held onto his waist before slipping the fourth and final finger in.

“Fuck! Kenpachi!” Ichigo yelled and hit him on the head. “Hurts too much…take it out.”

“Shit, Ichigo, you need to relax. If you don’t I’m going to rip you open.” Kenpachi hissed into his ears and he ever so gently moved the fingers in and out of him.

“But…” Kenpachi leaned down and kissed Ichigo’s stomach before he could protest further. He swirled his tongue around the belly button before dipping his tongue in, forcing a giggle out of Ichigo at the tickling sensation. Then he pressed the bundle of nerves again and Ichigo thrust his hips up violently, leaving Kenpachi to admire the view.

Deeming Ichigo fully prepared, Kenpachi slipped his fingers out and spit into his hand to coat his erection. Ichigo flinched at the action that drew attention to Kenpachi’s notable size and turned his head to the side in attempt to escape the view.

“How do you want me to take you?” Kenpachi said as he stroked himself.

“Eh?” Ichigo asked in confusion.

“Do you want to be facing me, straddling me, or do you want me to take you from behind?” Kenpachi nuzzled Ichigo’s neck and pressed a kiss there, trying to be patient, but was internally raging to begin.

“Which will… hurt less?” Ichigo seemed to have a hard time saying it, either way it sounded messy and painful.

“It’s usually easier from behind.”

And so they ended up with Ichigo bracing his upper body with his elbows and his face rubbing the sheets with Kenpachi behind him and in between his legs with Ichigo’s ass sticking in the air. Kenpachi thought the sight was tempting and wanted nothing more than to lean over and lick the puckered entrance, but he figured that Ichigo wouldn’t like it. He was probably embarrassed enough as it is, if the blush covering his cheeks were anything to go by.

Kenpachi took a hold of his erection and rubbed the tip against Ichigo’s entrance, which made Ichigo feel so weird. He knew that it was going to hurt, but he also felt the desire to be filled and to have Kenpachi’s comforting weight on him. Then the head slipped inside of him and he wondered if it was worth it as he moaned in pain and his muscles clenched to push the invader out.

Unlike Ichigo, Kenpachi was overwhelmed by pleasure. Ichigo felt so good around him, exactly as he imagined, yet so much more. When Ichigo’s muscles contracted making the passage even tighter, he couldn’t hold back a snarl at the wave of euphoria it brought. He jerked his hips in response, making Ichigo yelp at the agony it brought. That yelp brought Kenpachi back to earth, at least slightly, and he remembered that it was supposed to be enjoyable for both of them.

So Kenpachi stopped moving and placed hands on Ichigo’s back, rubbing along the spine with his thumbs soothingly. Ichigo relaxed into the touch, causing some of the pain to dissipate and allowing Kenpachi to slip into him even more. Every few inches Ichigo would clamp up again in pain and Kenpachi would soothe him again until Ichigo was relaxed enough to continue. Considering Kenpachi’s size, he thought that he was very patient indeed.

When Kenpachi was finally all the way inside he leaned down so his stomach rested on Ichigo’s back and started whispering words of comfort in his ear as he gently rocked his hips. Ichigo squirmed underneath him in an attempt to relieve some of the uncomfortable fullness. The pain was still there, but after a few moments he became aware of his surroundings and the sweet murmurs from Kenpachi.

Kenpachi’s hands were gripping Ichigo’s hips like a vice as he struggled not to move in and out of Ichigo. When Ichigo’s breathing finally evened out and he turned his head awkwardly over his shoulder to kiss Kenpachi, he took it as his sign to move. He slowly pulled out of Ichigo and pressed back in, making Ichigo’s breath hitch and spread his legs wider. It still hurt, but it was pressing against the spot inside of him so pleasurably.

Ichigo tightened his muscles as the tip bumped his prostate, making Kenpachi groan in pleasure and start thrusting in and out of Ichigo harder and faster. Ichigo gasped for breath as pleasure and pain threatened to consume him. The pain was dull as Kenpachi picked up his rhythm yet again, making Ichigo cry out and thrust back against him. Ichigo couldn’t think about anything else other than the feeling of Kenpachi inside of him.

“Ichigo… You don’t know how tight you feel around me…so good…” Kenpachi breathed into Ichigo’s ear and then nibbled on his neck before biting down, making Ichigo bleed because of Kenpachi’s sharp canines. Making a Keening sound, Ichigo’s hands clawed at the sheets and his back bowed so every inch of him was pressed up against Kenpachi.

“Fuck yeah…” Kenpachi said in a gravelly voice. Throwing caution to the wind he grabbed Ichigo’s hips and pulled out before practically throwing Ichigo onto his back and entering him again. Oh yes, this position was a lot better. He could see Ichigo’s wide eyes at the change in angles and the deeper thrusts. He grabbed Ichigo’s weeping erection and pumped it harshly, rubbing his thumb across the slit, making Ichigo climax forcibly.

It just took a few more thrusts for Ichigo to spill himself into that warm, lax body. Ichigo was looking all cute with his eyes shut and body trembling from exertion. The sight along made him come, hard. Remaining inside Ichigo, he pressed insistent kisses over Ichigo face, neck and shoulders as Ichigo tried to regain consciousness. Kenpachi laughed at the adorable picture Ichigo made and rolled over onto his back, taking Ichigo with him so his head rested on Kenpachi’s chest and he straddled him.

At this action, Ichigo stirred. “Kenpachi?”

“What is it, pet?”

“Why are you still inside of me?” Kenpachi snorted and drew his arms around Ichigo, pressing a kiss to his slightly damp hair.

“Cause I want to be.” Ichigo squirmed at the response and tilted his hips forward, trying to escape the weird pressure.

“Take it out…” Ichigo whined. Kenpachi smirked and drew himself out, making Ichigo inhale sharply and wiggle his hips.

“Stop that, or we’re going to have another go.” Ichigo stilled and looked up at Kenpachi, then smiled and leaned up to draw him into a languid kiss before returning his head to Kenpachi’s chest.

“Night, Kenpachi.” Ichigo muttered before falling to sleep.

“Good night, my Strawberry.”

Alright hope you all liked it! Reviews make me write faster, seriously. The next one goes to Aka Tonbo, it’s going to be a slight crack where Ichigo liked Kenpachi, but Kenpachi is oblivious. Full summery in next chapter.

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.)