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Sweet Sorrow
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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5
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45
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Chapter 3
Review Replies- countrygirl10: Yes, I love KenIchi too... but he really is an abusive prick in this story and he won't be getting any love except in memories ):
msuzamaki: *gasp* Oh, okay =D Thanks!
VioletEyes: Will do!
the1girlunevernoticed: It is kind of sad... not my usual type of story.
Amity Bell: Alrighty, you're on it now!
Lynzee: It's going to be uber soon =D
Die you sick bitch: Whoa there! I put up lots of warnings for rape, and seeings how you just copy pasted this anonymous review/rant to another one of my stories and they way you handled this makes me think you are nothing but a troll. No, you cannot get me taken down for this because I put non-consensual in the warnings and there is no way you could have accidentally happened upon it.
If you don’t want to read KenIchi rape, then stop reading when you see the (1) and start reading when you see it again. PS: I DO NOT condone rape in any way shape or form.
Beta’d by Warrior Nun, who cleans up all of my mistakes. Thank you!
Sweet Sorrow: Chapter 3
“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 he 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.
But he still refused to get into the car and Nnoitra ended up parking somewhere and grabbing his umbrella. He couldn’t coax Ichigo under the umbrella either, but it was a short walk at least.
They sat across from each other at a small table, Ichigo dripping wet and sniffling while Nnoitra stared at him.
“I thought ya were busy tonight.”
Ichigo shifted in his seat and flinched. Nnoitra’s eyes narrowed and he scowled at the hickey he saw on Ichigo’s neck.
“Or maybe ya were busy.”
Ichigo scowled at him predictably. “That’s none of your business.”
“I’m buying ya coffee.” Nnoitra muttered in response, which made Ichigo pissed off.
“You’re the one that offered!” Ichigo started to stand but Nnoitra quickly reached out a hand to grab his arm and stopped him.
“Chill, I was just asking ya. Sit down and drink your coffee before ya get any sicker.”
“I’m not sick.” Ichigo said and then sneezed.
“Of course, ya aren’t.” He said sarcastically. “So what were ya doing out there in the rain?”
“None of your business.”
“Tch.” Nnoitra leaned back in his chair and studied Ichigo, who was looking into the brown depths of his cup.
“Are ya hurt?”
Ichigo looked genuinely startled by the question and furrowed his brow. “I’m fine.”
“Ya are a really bad liar.”
Ichigo glared at Nnoitra and lifted his cup to gulp the rest of his drink. “Thanks for the coffee.” He said and left abruptly.
Nnoitra stood and threw a few dollars onto the table and followed closely behind him.
“Ya aren’t a very good date, leaving in the middle of it.”
“This wasn’t a date!” Ichigo yelled back at him and stormed down the side walk, sending puddles of water splashing.
“Sure it was.” Ichigo’s ass was as fine as ever, Nnoitra observed as he was distracted by the sight before him. Ichigo whirled around and shoved him on his chest.
“And stop staring at my ass!”
Nnoitra decided that he couldn’t hold back any more and grabbed the back of Ichigo’s head. He bent down and pressed their lips together. Ichigo recoiled, but Nnoitra wrapped one arm around Ichigo’s waist while the other cradled Ichigo’s face and held him there.
Ichigo moaned in protest to the kiss but was ignored by Nnoitra. He kept his mouth firmly shut, which didn’t bother Nnoitra who moved his lips over Ichigo’s and darted his tongue out to caress them.
Despite himself, Ichigo enjoyed the kiss. He forgot himself for a moment and relaxed his mouth, which Nnoitra took advantage of to slip his tongue inside. They kissed with the rain pouring down around them until Nnoitra slid his hand down and grabbed a handful of that firm ass he had been ogling. Ichigo tensed immediately and struggled to get away. He bit down on Nnoitra’s tongue sharply and Nnoitra winced before letting go of the struggling man.
“You asshole!”
“Tch.” Nnoitra spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground. “Ya kissed me back, so don’t act like ya didn’t like it.”
“Fuck. You.” Ichigo turned and stormed away, leaving Nnoitra to stare after him.
He held his anger all the way back to his apartment where he had to pause and calm himself lest he blew up at Kenpachi.
“Ichigo!”
Ichigo was surprised to see Kenpachi getting off his motorcycle, and by the looks off it, was just as wet as Ichigo was.
“Kenpachi?”
“Where the hell have you been!?”
Ichigo flinched as Kenpachi grabbed his jaw and squeezed it tightly until he winced in pain.
“Well? Where were you!?”
“I went for a walk.”
Kenpachi snorted and punched Ichigo hard in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him and bruising his ribs for the second time that night.
“Ugh…” Kenpachi looked around the deserted street and lifted Ichigo, who was curled in on himself, up and threw him over his shoulder.
“Did you go see that guy you were flirting with, huh Ichigo?”
Ichigo pushed at Kenpachi’s shoulders and tried to get him to put him down, but Kenpachi didn’t pay it any attention.
“You aren’t going to school or work tomorrow, you’re staying with me.”
Ichigo had no will to complain as Kenpachi carried him in their apartment and dropped him on the bed. He undid his belt and slid it from his jean loops. Ichigo frowned as Kenpachi gripped the buckle and then raised his hand.
(1) “Kenpachi-AH!” Ichigo cried out as the belt snapped over his stomach, which his shirt was thankfully providing some sort of protection.
“Shut up before you wake the neighbors.” Kenpachi dragged a kicking and struggling Ichigo into his lap and covered his mouth with his hand. Ichigo bit down, but Kenpachi ignored him as he hooked his fingers over the waist of Ichigo’s pants and peeled them down. He first stroked his hand over Ichigo’s cold and slightly wet ass from the rain before he raised his hand again.
A loud crack resounded in the room and Ichigo screamed behind Kenpachi’s hand.
“You aren’t allowed to fuck anybody but me!” Kenpachi said as he brought his hand down again. He did it a few more timed until Ichigo broke down into sobs and his ass was red and raw.
“Sh, sh…” Kenpachi tossed the belt to the side and kissed Ichigo’s temple. When Ichigo’s cries lessened he pulled his hand away from Ichigo’s mouth and wiped the blood from where he had bitten Kenpachi into his shirt.
He pulled Ichigo onto his lap and stroked his back soothingly. Ichigo clenched his eyes shut as he took comfort from the one who hurt him. He buried his head underneath Kenpachi’s chin and cringed as Kenpachi undid his pants the rest of the way and pulled out his erection.
Kenpachi spit onto his hand and covered his dick with it before tugging Ichigo’s pants down the rest of the way. He moved Ichigo over his erection and Ichigo swallowed as Kenpachi pressed into him surprisingly gently.
“So beautiful.” Kenpachi said and groaned as he pushed into the hilt.
Ichigo panted harshly and inhaled as Kenpachi began to move him.
“You’re mine and only mine.”
-I can’t live this way anymore.-
“I love you so fucking much.”
The pace was quick, too quick, and Ichigo could get no pleasure from it.
“Baby, I love you, why do you make me do this to you?”
Ichigo shuddered and buried his head against Kenpachi’s chest.
“I love you.” Kenpachi murmured into his hair, and Ichigo could hear the truth in his voice. It only made his decision even harder.
-I love you Kenpachi, but I won’t stay.- (1)
…
Ichigo slept through the next day and into the late afternoon. When he woke his entire body was sore and he ached, but his mind was energetic with the decision that he made. Kenpachi hadn’t come back from work yet, so Ichigo took advantage of the empty house to pack a bag with some clothing and things that were most important to him.
He hesitated, and then wrote a brief note for Kenpachi and left it on the stand in the entryway. Just as he was heading for the door, it opened, revealing Kenpachi who was home earlier than usual.
His eyes instantly took in the bag in Ichigo’s hand and the guilty expression and his face darkened.
“Kenpachi, wait…”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going!?”
Ichigo took a step back from his advancing, intimidating form. “I can’t do this anymore! I’m leaving!” Fuck what the neighbors thought; Ichigo had to get it through Kenpachi’s head that he was serious. Kenpachi was pissed though, and he wasn’t going to let Ichigo go that easily, which was why Ichigo wanted to leave before he got back.
Ichigo dropped his bag and was almost able to dodge the hit, but it grazed his ribs and sent him stumbling into the wall. He brought his own fists up and managed to punch Kenpachi in the chest, but Kenpachi wasn’t fazed by the pain. He grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s wrist and punched him hard in the face, making Ichigo groan as pain exploded around his eye.
(1) Kenpachi shoved him to the floor and yanked his pants undone. Ichigo was so tired of it all- Tired of being hit and molested, tired of loving a man who did nothing but hurt him. He wanted it to end.
Kenpachi thrust in, drawing a ragged scream from Ichigo’s lips. He clawed at the floor and Kenpachi growled in his ear.
“You’re mine. Mine. MINE!!!” He roared the last part and thrust so hard that Ichigo screamed again.
He wouldn’t take this anymore. He reached a shaking hand up and grabbed the leg of the desk while Kenpachi moaned behind him and raped the man he loved. The desk knocked over with a crash, but Kenpachi didn’t pay any mind to it. Ichigo’s fingers slipped over the paperweight and he twisted his body around with his arm raised. (1)
The paperweight connected with the side of Kenpachi’s head with a crunching noise. He fell off of Ichigo and Ichigo scrambled out from underneath him and onto shaky legs. He swallowed as he saw that Kenpachi was bleeding, but he knew that head wounds always bled a lot anyways. He hesitantly felt for a pulse and was relieved when he found a strong one. He wouldn’t be charged with murder, at least.
He redid his pants and left his and Kenpachi’s apartment for the last time, never to see it again. He had a lot of bad memories there, but also a lot of good ones. Like the time when Ichigo was depressed about the anniversary of his family’s death.
Kenpachi had found him in their bedroom, not crying but close as he stared down at pictures of all of them together. He loved them so much and he never thought he would be able to get over them. Kenpachi had gently picked him up in his arms and held him as he cried. The next day he got a camera, just a cheap disposable one that you could get for ten bucks. Then he filled the damn thing up with pictures of just the two of them.
Ichigo was still in love with Kenpachi, but he didn’t love him anymore.
Ichigo realized a few blocks away from their- Kenpachi’s- apartment that he had forgotten his bag. He wasn’t going back for it now, though. He also didn’t have anywhere to go, other than a hotel which Kenpachi might get his goons to track him down and drag him back. He had no friends because Kenpachi or Ichigo chased them away.
He only had one name in his mind, and he wasn’t sure where to find him. The phone and address on Nnoitra’s business card didn’t give a home address or phone number, but Ichigo rode his bike to a phone booth and looked in one of the phone books there, hoping that Nnoitra was listed. He was.
Ichigo swallowed and felt a small measure of relief that no name rested next to his own. He wasn’t married at least. Although he never saw a marriage ring, he couldn’t be too sure. Ichigo simply ripped the page out of the phone book and tucked it into his pocket to refer to again. Hopefully Nnoitra wouldn’t mind having him there, but Ichigo was more worried about having to stay off his molestation.
LINE
Poor Ichigo, I feel bad for him for being abused and all, but I feel worse knowing that he still loves the bastard. Evil Kenpachi D=<
I posted a sweet NnoIchi one shot if someone wants to down some fluff to lessen the angst in this chapter, although it’s getting better from here out!
Also, no flames.
msuzamaki: *gasp* Oh, okay =D Thanks!
VioletEyes: Will do!
the1girlunevernoticed: It is kind of sad... not my usual type of story.
Amity Bell: Alrighty, you're on it now!
Lynzee: It's going to be uber soon =D
Die you sick bitch: Whoa there! I put up lots of warnings for rape, and seeings how you just copy pasted this anonymous review/rant to another one of my stories and they way you handled this makes me think you are nothing but a troll. No, you cannot get me taken down for this because I put non-consensual in the warnings and there is no way you could have accidentally happened upon it.
If you don’t want to read KenIchi rape, then stop reading when you see the (1) and start reading when you see it again. PS: I DO NOT condone rape in any way shape or form.
Beta’d by Warrior Nun, who cleans up all of my mistakes. Thank you!
Sweet Sorrow: Chapter 3
“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 he 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.
But he still refused to get into the car and Nnoitra ended up parking somewhere and grabbing his umbrella. He couldn’t coax Ichigo under the umbrella either, but it was a short walk at least.
They sat across from each other at a small table, Ichigo dripping wet and sniffling while Nnoitra stared at him.
“I thought ya were busy tonight.”
Ichigo shifted in his seat and flinched. Nnoitra’s eyes narrowed and he scowled at the hickey he saw on Ichigo’s neck.
“Or maybe ya were busy.”
Ichigo scowled at him predictably. “That’s none of your business.”
“I’m buying ya coffee.” Nnoitra muttered in response, which made Ichigo pissed off.
“You’re the one that offered!” Ichigo started to stand but Nnoitra quickly reached out a hand to grab his arm and stopped him.
“Chill, I was just asking ya. Sit down and drink your coffee before ya get any sicker.”
“I’m not sick.” Ichigo said and then sneezed.
“Of course, ya aren’t.” He said sarcastically. “So what were ya doing out there in the rain?”
“None of your business.”
“Tch.” Nnoitra leaned back in his chair and studied Ichigo, who was looking into the brown depths of his cup.
“Are ya hurt?”
Ichigo looked genuinely startled by the question and furrowed his brow. “I’m fine.”
“Ya are a really bad liar.”
Ichigo glared at Nnoitra and lifted his cup to gulp the rest of his drink. “Thanks for the coffee.” He said and left abruptly.
Nnoitra stood and threw a few dollars onto the table and followed closely behind him.
“Ya aren’t a very good date, leaving in the middle of it.”
“This wasn’t a date!” Ichigo yelled back at him and stormed down the side walk, sending puddles of water splashing.
“Sure it was.” Ichigo’s ass was as fine as ever, Nnoitra observed as he was distracted by the sight before him. Ichigo whirled around and shoved him on his chest.
“And stop staring at my ass!”
Nnoitra decided that he couldn’t hold back any more and grabbed the back of Ichigo’s head. He bent down and pressed their lips together. Ichigo recoiled, but Nnoitra wrapped one arm around Ichigo’s waist while the other cradled Ichigo’s face and held him there.
Ichigo moaned in protest to the kiss but was ignored by Nnoitra. He kept his mouth firmly shut, which didn’t bother Nnoitra who moved his lips over Ichigo’s and darted his tongue out to caress them.
Despite himself, Ichigo enjoyed the kiss. He forgot himself for a moment and relaxed his mouth, which Nnoitra took advantage of to slip his tongue inside. They kissed with the rain pouring down around them until Nnoitra slid his hand down and grabbed a handful of that firm ass he had been ogling. Ichigo tensed immediately and struggled to get away. He bit down on Nnoitra’s tongue sharply and Nnoitra winced before letting go of the struggling man.
“You asshole!”
“Tch.” Nnoitra spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground. “Ya kissed me back, so don’t act like ya didn’t like it.”
“Fuck. You.” Ichigo turned and stormed away, leaving Nnoitra to stare after him.
He held his anger all the way back to his apartment where he had to pause and calm himself lest he blew up at Kenpachi.
“Ichigo!”
Ichigo was surprised to see Kenpachi getting off his motorcycle, and by the looks off it, was just as wet as Ichigo was.
“Kenpachi?”
“Where the hell have you been!?”
Ichigo flinched as Kenpachi grabbed his jaw and squeezed it tightly until he winced in pain.
“Well? Where were you!?”
“I went for a walk.”
Kenpachi snorted and punched Ichigo hard in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him and bruising his ribs for the second time that night.
“Ugh…” Kenpachi looked around the deserted street and lifted Ichigo, who was curled in on himself, up and threw him over his shoulder.
“Did you go see that guy you were flirting with, huh Ichigo?”
Ichigo pushed at Kenpachi’s shoulders and tried to get him to put him down, but Kenpachi didn’t pay it any attention.
“You aren’t going to school or work tomorrow, you’re staying with me.”
Ichigo had no will to complain as Kenpachi carried him in their apartment and dropped him on the bed. He undid his belt and slid it from his jean loops. Ichigo frowned as Kenpachi gripped the buckle and then raised his hand.
(1) “Kenpachi-AH!” Ichigo cried out as the belt snapped over his stomach, which his shirt was thankfully providing some sort of protection.
“Shut up before you wake the neighbors.” Kenpachi dragged a kicking and struggling Ichigo into his lap and covered his mouth with his hand. Ichigo bit down, but Kenpachi ignored him as he hooked his fingers over the waist of Ichigo’s pants and peeled them down. He first stroked his hand over Ichigo’s cold and slightly wet ass from the rain before he raised his hand again.
A loud crack resounded in the room and Ichigo screamed behind Kenpachi’s hand.
“You aren’t allowed to fuck anybody but me!” Kenpachi said as he brought his hand down again. He did it a few more timed until Ichigo broke down into sobs and his ass was red and raw.
“Sh, sh…” Kenpachi tossed the belt to the side and kissed Ichigo’s temple. When Ichigo’s cries lessened he pulled his hand away from Ichigo’s mouth and wiped the blood from where he had bitten Kenpachi into his shirt.
He pulled Ichigo onto his lap and stroked his back soothingly. Ichigo clenched his eyes shut as he took comfort from the one who hurt him. He buried his head underneath Kenpachi’s chin and cringed as Kenpachi undid his pants the rest of the way and pulled out his erection.
Kenpachi spit onto his hand and covered his dick with it before tugging Ichigo’s pants down the rest of the way. He moved Ichigo over his erection and Ichigo swallowed as Kenpachi pressed into him surprisingly gently.
“So beautiful.” Kenpachi said and groaned as he pushed into the hilt.
Ichigo panted harshly and inhaled as Kenpachi began to move him.
“You’re mine and only mine.”
-I can’t live this way anymore.-
“I love you so fucking much.”
The pace was quick, too quick, and Ichigo could get no pleasure from it.
“Baby, I love you, why do you make me do this to you?”
Ichigo shuddered and buried his head against Kenpachi’s chest.
“I love you.” Kenpachi murmured into his hair, and Ichigo could hear the truth in his voice. It only made his decision even harder.
-I love you Kenpachi, but I won’t stay.- (1)
…
Ichigo slept through the next day and into the late afternoon. When he woke his entire body was sore and he ached, but his mind was energetic with the decision that he made. Kenpachi hadn’t come back from work yet, so Ichigo took advantage of the empty house to pack a bag with some clothing and things that were most important to him.
He hesitated, and then wrote a brief note for Kenpachi and left it on the stand in the entryway. Just as he was heading for the door, it opened, revealing Kenpachi who was home earlier than usual.
His eyes instantly took in the bag in Ichigo’s hand and the guilty expression and his face darkened.
“Kenpachi, wait…”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going!?”
Ichigo took a step back from his advancing, intimidating form. “I can’t do this anymore! I’m leaving!” Fuck what the neighbors thought; Ichigo had to get it through Kenpachi’s head that he was serious. Kenpachi was pissed though, and he wasn’t going to let Ichigo go that easily, which was why Ichigo wanted to leave before he got back.
Ichigo dropped his bag and was almost able to dodge the hit, but it grazed his ribs and sent him stumbling into the wall. He brought his own fists up and managed to punch Kenpachi in the chest, but Kenpachi wasn’t fazed by the pain. He grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s wrist and punched him hard in the face, making Ichigo groan as pain exploded around his eye.
(1) Kenpachi shoved him to the floor and yanked his pants undone. Ichigo was so tired of it all- Tired of being hit and molested, tired of loving a man who did nothing but hurt him. He wanted it to end.
Kenpachi thrust in, drawing a ragged scream from Ichigo’s lips. He clawed at the floor and Kenpachi growled in his ear.
“You’re mine. Mine. MINE!!!” He roared the last part and thrust so hard that Ichigo screamed again.
He wouldn’t take this anymore. He reached a shaking hand up and grabbed the leg of the desk while Kenpachi moaned behind him and raped the man he loved. The desk knocked over with a crash, but Kenpachi didn’t pay any mind to it. Ichigo’s fingers slipped over the paperweight and he twisted his body around with his arm raised. (1)
The paperweight connected with the side of Kenpachi’s head with a crunching noise. He fell off of Ichigo and Ichigo scrambled out from underneath him and onto shaky legs. He swallowed as he saw that Kenpachi was bleeding, but he knew that head wounds always bled a lot anyways. He hesitantly felt for a pulse and was relieved when he found a strong one. He wouldn’t be charged with murder, at least.
He redid his pants and left his and Kenpachi’s apartment for the last time, never to see it again. He had a lot of bad memories there, but also a lot of good ones. Like the time when Ichigo was depressed about the anniversary of his family’s death.
Kenpachi had found him in their bedroom, not crying but close as he stared down at pictures of all of them together. He loved them so much and he never thought he would be able to get over them. Kenpachi had gently picked him up in his arms and held him as he cried. The next day he got a camera, just a cheap disposable one that you could get for ten bucks. Then he filled the damn thing up with pictures of just the two of them.
Ichigo was still in love with Kenpachi, but he didn’t love him anymore.
Ichigo realized a few blocks away from their- Kenpachi’s- apartment that he had forgotten his bag. He wasn’t going back for it now, though. He also didn’t have anywhere to go, other than a hotel which Kenpachi might get his goons to track him down and drag him back. He had no friends because Kenpachi or Ichigo chased them away.
He only had one name in his mind, and he wasn’t sure where to find him. The phone and address on Nnoitra’s business card didn’t give a home address or phone number, but Ichigo rode his bike to a phone booth and looked in one of the phone books there, hoping that Nnoitra was listed. He was.
Ichigo swallowed and felt a small measure of relief that no name rested next to his own. He wasn’t married at least. Although he never saw a marriage ring, he couldn’t be too sure. Ichigo simply ripped the page out of the phone book and tucked it into his pocket to refer to again. Hopefully Nnoitra wouldn’t mind having him there, but Ichigo was more worried about having to stay off his molestation.
LINE
Poor Ichigo, I feel bad for him for being abused and all, but I feel worse knowing that he still loves the bastard. Evil Kenpachi D=<
I posted a sweet NnoIchi one shot if someone wants to down some fluff to lessen the angst in this chapter, although it’s getting better from here out!
Also, no flames.