Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

Summery: Yachiru put mistletoe up around the 11th division and is forcing anyone who gets caught under it to kiss. Ichigo and Kenpachi walk under it. Then of course, smut ensues. Ichigo is in Soul Society as a member of the 11th division.

Beta’d by God’s Broken Dreamer- thanks!!!

WARNINGS!!! Inappropriate use of holiday themes, lewd use of mistletoe, and of course smut. Lots and lots of smutty yaoi. Ye have been warned.

16 Mistletoe: Part 1 of 1

“Kiss! Kiss!” Yachiru shrieked, throwing her hands in the air and hopping up and down. Yumichika and Ikkaku were just another pair of victims that accidentally walked under some mistletoe. Captain Yamamoto had a bit of a soft spot for the pink-haired nuisance and had decided to help her in her holiday endeavor by putting a strong spell on all of the mistletoe, not allowing anyone to escape until they had kissed.

Ikkaku was currently glaring at Pinky before roughly grabbing a hold of Yumichika and shoving their lips together. Yumichika allowed it, neither of them looking displeased as the kiss continued. A couple of the Shinigami around them gave an awkward cough as the kiss //still// continued. They finally broke apart, Yumichika looking a little shaken and Ikkaku blushing.

Alright, so maybe for some it wasn’t altogether awful.

Kenpachi Zaraki and Kurosaki Ichigo were just coming in from a hard day of fighting each other (Kenpachi chasing after a fleeing Ichigo) when the were forced to stop mid step. Frowning in confusion, Ichigo tried to move his feet desperately, but the refused to move more than a foot in either direction. Kenpachi narrowed his eye and looked around the ground for anything he could see.

“What the hell!?” Ichigo cursed and pulled out his sword, slashing at the air around him to try and destroy whatever it was that held them captive. Both of their heads whipped around as they heard a little giggle.

“Ken-chan! Ichi! You got caught!” The pink-haired lieutenant danced around a little bit while the two males stared at her in confusing. “Mistletoe!” She pointed towards the ceiling as their eyes trailed upwards.

“Shit.” Ichigo cursed.

“Yama-chan put a spell on them for me!” Yachiru explained. “You have to kiss to be free.”

“But we’re both guys!” Ichigo blurted out in disbelief.

“So?” Yachiru cocked her head to the side and tapped her lip with her finger, not seeing the problem.

“It’s-

Kenpachi grabbed Ichigo by the back of the neck and slammed their lips together so hard their teeth knocked against each other. Ichigo flailed about and tried to shove him off, but to no avail. Kenpachi apparently had no qualms about kissing Ichigo…or groping him, as was apparent with the hands that were gripping Ichigo’s backside roughly.

Ichigo moaned at the aggressive action and scrunched up his nose, turning his head to the side abruptly to gasp for air. “You can go now, Ken-chan and Ichi.” Yachiru said, pinching the bridge of her nose delicately to stave off the rush of blood flowing out of it.

Kenpachi grinned dangerously and grabbed Ichigo by the waist throwing the orange-haired Shinigami over his broad shoulder. He took a step forward, grinning when there was no resistance. “There’s four gallons of ice cream for you in the kitchen.” Kenpachi said to Yachiru, holding onto the squirming Ichigo firmly.

“Let go of me!” Ichigo slammed his fist down onto Kenpachi’s back, which would have easily crushed a lesser man than the 11th division captain, who it didn’t even faze.

“You can’t run now.” Kenpachi said smugly kicking open the door to his bedroom.

“Shit, you bastard!” Ichigo cursed and grunted as he was thrown onto the larger man’s bed.

“I’ve got you now.” Kenpachi pressed his heavy body down onto the lithe Shinigami, capturing his swinging fists. “Hold still, will you?”

“No fucking way!”

“You get me so hard when you say ‘fuck.’” Kenpachi yanked Ichigo’s kimono off of him and licked one of his nipples. Ichigo arched his back, his feet kicking frantically where they were splayed on either side of Kenpachi’s body.

“You make me sick!” Ichigo spat out, even as he grew erect under the captain’s ministrations.

“I think not.” Kenpachi tied the wrists he was gripping onto the headboard with the belt of Ichigo’s kimono. “You like this.” He undid the orange-haired Shinigami’s hakama while he spoke, his hands ghosting over the creamy skin. “It turns you on to have me wrestling you down against my bed and forcing you into submission.”

Ichigo didn’t have the mind to protest, Kenpachi’s hand pumping his erection, his mouth wickedly sucking on his neck and moving up to his mouth. Ichigo accepted the kiss this time, kissing back feverishly and digging his nails into the wooden headboard. The captain grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s legs and shoved them into the air, baring Ichigo’s puckered entrance. Without hesitating a second, he shoved his tongue into it, very much enjoying the high-pitched shriek it produced.

Ichigo was caught between the embarrassment he felt at the awkward position, of having someone’s tongue up his ass, and the delightful pleasure it wrought from him. Kenpachi pulled back from the now wet heat and slipped three fingers into his mouth, sucking on them before pressing two into Ichigo’s entrance. Ichigo cringed at the pain, turning his head to the side and panting heavily.

The 11th division captain pressed down onto Ichigo’s prostate and moved his mouth over the petite man’s erection. “Kenpachi!” Ichigo cried desperately, curling his body as Kenpachi thrust a third finger in. The pain was bad, but the promise of pleasure helped to distract him from it.

“That’s enough.” Ichigo spread his legs wantonly and stared at Kenpachi through lidded eyes.

Kenpachi removed his fingers hastily and let his kimono drop from his shoulders, only standing from the bed for a second to step out of his hakama. Ichigo worried his lower lip anxiously as he caught sight of Kenpachi’s monstrously large erection-proportional to the rest of his body- thick, long and gleaming with pre-come.

“You can take it.” Kenpachi grinned sadistically, his sharp teeth gleaming.

“Shit, just hurry up.” Ichigo urged him, gritting his teeth in determination.

Kenpachi pushed Ichigo’s legs up yet again and kissed him to stifle the scream as he pushed in without pausing. Ichigo tensed at the agonizing pain, breathing in and out through his nose frantically. Kenpachi broke the kiss and gave a light nip to his lips as he pressed the rest of the way in. “Ah!” Ichigo cried out, his toes curling at the tearing hurt.

“Do you feel all of me?” Kenpachi asked, his voice low and for once not growling. “You’re so tight around me, gripping me like a glove.” He rocked his hips forward to ease the entrance wider around him. “Don’t be so tense.”

“Ha ha…” Ichigo’s pants seemed too loud to his own ears. “Shit, you’re a monster…” Despite his words Ichigo rested his forehead against Kenpachi’s sweaty shoulder.

“Yeah.” The bells in his hair jingled slightly as he pulled out and thrust back in violently, Ichigo’s hips lifting with the force of the penetration. “But you like this monster inside of you.”

“Ungh!” The tendons in Ichigo’s neck were taunt with tension. The burning, stabbing pain was still there, but only heightened the pleasure. His emotions were running high as well, the feeling of love, and fondness for the man inside of him running through him. “Kenpachi, harder!”

“I’ve got you.” The words were purred out. Kenpachi reached up to yank off his eye patch, giving Ichigo what he wanted. Ichigo screamed at the sensation of Kenpachi’s spiritual pressure pressing around him, penetrating him from all sides. It made the already impossibly large erection inside of him feel even bigger. It felt like he was fucking breathing the man, tasting him even as Kenpachi was the one sinking his teeth into the firm flesh of Ichigo’s neck.

“Shit!” Ichigo cursed, finally tearing his hands free and grabbing the back of Kenpachi’s head, jerking their mouths together furiously. Kenpachi groaned in delight and palmed Ichigo’s erection, sliding his thumb over the slit. The punishing thrusts of the captain’s hips and the jerking of his hand pushed Ichigo over the edge. He cried out, arching his back at the sensations.

“My Ichigo…” Kenpachi growled out possessively, sliding in and out of the younger man a few more times before he came as well, biting Ichigo on the neck until blood streamed from the wound. Ichigo’s entire body quivered as the pain and euphoria caught up to him.

Kenpachi carefully pulled out of Ichigo’s trembling form and let his legs relax down. Ichigo winced, letting out a little whimper which Kenpachi was quick to soothe with a languid kiss. The large, dark-haired men rolled off of his lover and grabbed his discarded garment to wipe the blood and semen off of Ichigo’s entrance and his stomach. He laid back against the pillows and yanked the blankets up over them, shifting Ichigo until his head rested on Kenpachi’s chest with his lithe form cuddled in his arms.

“I love you, Ichigo.”

“Love you too.” Ichigo mumbled back, shivering as Kenpachi nuzzled his soft hair. “I’m giving Yachiru loads of candy for New Year.”

“I already got her a couple tubs of ice cream to pull this off.”

Ichigo blinked and lifted his head. “Why…?”

“Who do you think told Yachiru what the tradition is for mistletoe?” Kenpachi said with a grin.

“You planned all this!?” Ichigo asked in disbelief.

“Why do you think I’ve been trying to catch you all day?”

Ichigo rolled his eyes and let his eyes droop shut. Totally worth the pain.

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