Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

Summery: Kenpachi’s birthday is November 19th. In a very cliché attempt to make him happy, Yachiru forces Ikkaku and Yumichika to kidnap Ichigo and tie him up on Kenpachi’s bed. Smut ensues.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, gagging, bondage, anal plug, sex. It could be considered dubious consent, but Ichigo wants it!!! Eventually…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I know this is a day late, but my work hours just got increased. The Crumbling World will be updated if not today, than soon. I promise.

Birthday

Kenpachi’s POV

I have never cared much for my birthday one way or the other, Yachiru usually got me him a cake- which she ate- and the rest of my men usually just got me sake or something. I didn’t even know how old I was, so it seemed stupid to celebrate my ‘birth’ when I was already dead.

I came home from a very long day of irritating people and put Yachiru to bed, which was hard since she had eaten all of that sugar. I was looking forward to relaxing and thinking about my favorite strawberry. At first when I walked into my room I thought it was just my imagination projecting itself. I blinked at stepped out of the door, closed it and waited a second, then opened it again. Still there.

Lying on my bed was Ichigo. Naked and tied face down with a ball gag in his mouth. His knees were pulled up underneath him like he was kneeling, presenting his entrance for my viewing pleasure. His body was twitching sporadically, and I realized that there was an anal plug shoved into his entrance and a cock ring to stop him from coming. His brown eyes were wide and pleading as he looked at me over his shoulder. Muffled noises came from behind the gag, and he desperately pulled against the bonds to get free.

Beautiful.

I wasted no time in walking across the room and shedding my shihakusho. My little Strawberry’s eyes grew even wider as he took in my aroused state and he gave a muffled yell. I ignored him and knelt behind him on the bed, leaning over and dragging my hand down his tense back. I rubbed my erection against his clenching hole, the plug peaking out from within him. I saw now that it was actually vibrating, and that was what had him in such an aroused state.

Spreading his cheeks apart, I grabbed a hold of the plug and pulled it out of him slowly. Ichigo let out a noise that sounded like a whine as it slid out of him. As it came out I saw that it was clear and there was a little slip of paper inside of it. Fighting my desire to push into Ichigo immediately, I unscrewed the top and pulled it out.

//Teichou

We thought we’d get you something you really wanted this year. Ichigo. He has been thoroughly cleaned and lubed for your pleasure. Happy birthday.

Ikkaku

P.S. You should lube yourself up before entering him, it won’t hurt him as bad that way.

Yumichika

P.S.S. Please don’t kill us for touching him.//

How thoughtful of them. Pity I would also have to kick their asses. Turning back to Ichigo, I toss the note aside and grab the lube, pouring it onto my hand and stroked my erection. I pressed the head of my penis against the entrance to his rectum and stilled his hips with my hands as he squealed behind the ball gag and tried to pull away.

I pushed inward, growling lowly as I felt his tight heat incase me. I could see him trembling now; his eyes clenched tightly shut and struggling to breathe around the gag. Feeling generous, I leaned over and undid the strap of the ball gag and removed it from his mouth. He gasped for air, and then yelped as I shoved myself the rest of the way inside of him.

“Kenpachi…” He whimpered and I stopped my movement.

“Shush…” I pet his hair in a manner that is hopefully soothing. He’s so perfect like this; tears dampening his cheeks and mouth slightly parted as he breathes in heavily. His neck must hurt a little with the way his head is pressed against the pillow and arched to the side to stare up at me.

“But…” He shifted and wince, trying to pull his hips away but I wouldn’t let him. “It hurts…You’re too big…” He pleaded with me.

“Hm.” I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his bare back and rubbed my fingers along his spine. “Relax, idiot.” I pulled out and pressed in, careful to go slowly. His pants were partially muffled by the pillow and his eyes were now closed. “You didn’t get me a gift.”

“Wh-

I thrust in hard, making him tense and bow his back.

“What do you mean?” His voice was broken and he could hardly get his words out.

“For my birthday.” I angled my hips and jammed myself into him harshly. He scream, his hands twitching in the bonds. Hm, that wasn’t it. I ignored his sobs and changed my angle again, grinning as he jerked and gave a cry of pleasure.

“Ha- *gasp* happy *scream* birthday…” Ichigo muttered sarcastically. “So sorry I didn’t get you any- AGH!!!” My hips never stop pistoning in and out of him as I undo his tight bonds.

“Don’t worry; your virginity is a suitable gift.” I grab his hands so he couldn’t squirm away, taking the opportunity to bite and suck at his neck.

“Please…let me come!” He begged so erotically. I hum in agreement and pull the cock ring off, but then tighten my grip at the base of his penis. He sobs and buries his head against the pillow, his entire body tensing and contracting.

“Kiss me.” I demanded huskily. His head turns to me and he blinks. Then his lips are moving almost shyly against mine as he kisses me chastely, so contrasting to what the rest of our bodies is doing. With a growl I deepen the kiss and flip him into his back. I ignore the startled groan that comes from him as a certain part of my anatomy rubs awkwardly inside of his body.

Pumping his leaking penis, I thrust in and out of him so hard that the bed bangs up against the wall rhythmically with loud cracking noises. He squeals into my mouth and comes, his white fluid dripping all over my hand. I shoved myself as deep as I could inside of him and came with a grunt. His rectum was twitching around me in aftermath of his orgasm, milking me beautifully.

I regretfully pulled out of him and sunk beside him on the bed, my eyes roving over his flustered form with appreciation. Damn. I want him again. I glance at his abused entrance which is leaking semen tinged with a little bit of blood. I probably shouldn’t fuck him again, not until he heals a little. I wiped him off with the sheet as well as myself and tossed it off the bed. Pulling the covers up around his shivering body, I fit him comfortably against my chest and stroke his back.

“I’m going to kill those assholes.” He muttered under his breath, but didn’t pull away from me.

“Dibs.” I say and yawn.

“Whatever.” His brown orbs are closed and his breath is slowly evening out.

I close my eyes, and then open them again. I hope we didn’t wake Yachiru…she might get angry at me for hurting her mommy. Hm. Oh well, I’ll blame Ikkaku. I allowed myself to sleep finally. This better not be a temporary gift. No way in fucking hell is Ichi getting away.

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