Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

So, to switch things up a little bit, Ichigo is going to be the one pursuing Kenpachi this time, and Kenpachi is going to be oblivious. This is an AU and has all sorts of OOC-ness involved. Beta’d by the lovely d3m0nang3l1106, thanks for cleaning up all my mistakes :D

WARNINGS!!! The usual. Student-teacher relationship.

History 101

Ichigo chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully as he tapped his pencil against the edge of his desk. He was sitting in Zaraki-sensei’s class, and he just couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the large, gruff man. Unlike other teachers, Zaraki taught the history class with a great deal of enthusiasm, more intent on describing the bloody battles than discussing any possible historic references. Zaraki-sensei’s passion was what had originally sparked Ichigo’s interest in the teacher.

After school, Zaraki taught wrestling, which Ichigo specifically joined to be near him. He was lighter and smaller than most of the other guys, but he had thoroughly impressed Kenpachi when he managed to pin a guy twice his size with ease.

At first, it was just a regular teen crush. Ichigo had accepted his sexuality long ago, so liking men was nothing new. It was just the question of why he liked this man that continued to baffle Ichigo. Yes, he had passion. But other than that…he wasn’t what anyone would call ‘attractive’, with his heavily scarred face and a patch over one eye. Sure he was fit, but those large, solid muscles intimidated Ichigo more than drew him in.

And then the orange-haired teen had to go and become infatuated with the bastard. Many nights he had spent, jerking off to thoughts of Kenpachi pinning him down and taking him. Just stupid, adolescent fantasies that got him off more on the wrongness of it all than the actual pleasure.

He hadn’t even thought about actually doing anything about his crush until his friend, Rukia, gushed to him blushingly about how she ‘got together’ with Byakuya-sensei. Would he be able to do something like that with Zaraki-sensei?

And thus Ichigo decided to seduce his History teacher. He chose the time to do it carefully, when there was no one else to catch them in the act. It was after school and Kenpachi was grading papers when Ichigo finally made his move.

“Huh? What do you want Kurosaki?” Kenpachi asked with a grunt, staring hard at the youth in front of him that was looking a little bit…different. He was wearing short shorts and a skin tight shirt that seemed prone to riding up. Now Kenpachi wasn’t the type of teacher to eye a student up…but this one seemed to be begging for it.

“Zaraki-sensei, I was wondering if you could teach me that move you demonstrated earlier.” Ichigo cocked his head to the side and gave an innocent grin that immediately told Kenpachi that he was up to something.

“Why didn’t you ask earlier when we were practicing?” Kenpachi asked as he eyed his student who was now stretching his hands above his head and revealing quite a bit of stomach.

“C’mon Zaraki-sensei, there’s nothing wrong with a little one on one, is there?”

Kenpachi stared, shifting as the emphasis on the words produced a twinge in his dick. Damn tease. Ah, well, two can play at that game. “Then get in position.”

“But we’re in you’re classroom sensei.” Ichigo breathed and moved to sit on his desk in front of the teacher, letting his scantily-clad legs part slightly. “Are you sure that’s appropriate?”

Kenpachi groaned loudly, shifting yet again as his hard on pressed painfully against his pants. Swallowing heavily, he lifted his calloused hands and laid them on the soft skin of Ichigo’s thighs. He brushed his thumbs over the innermost part of them and Ichigo had to bite his lip to fight back a moan.

“Do you really care about what’s appropriate, Ichigo?” Kenpachi breathed the last part into Ichigo’s ear seductively.

“N-no…” Kenpachi slid his hands up further and Ichigo inhaled sharply as they brushed against a rather hard part of his anatomy. The teen shivered and leaned back against the desk and fluttered his eyelashes at his teacher. “Are you going to punish me, Zaraki-sensei?” Ichigo asked innocently.

Growling underneath his breath, Kenpachi smashed their mouths together, shoving Ichigo flat on his back and rocking his impressive hard on against his student’s. The orange-head moaned in pleasure and wrapped his legs around the large man’s waist, lifting his hips up for more friction. Panting harshly, Kenpachi hooked his fingers over the edge of Ichigo’s barely-there shorts and tugged them down, stepping away for a second to remove them from those endless legs completely.

Taking a second to eye the scandalous view of creamy white skin and that puckered hole teasing him, Kenpachi gave another low growl and bent over to shove Ichigo’s shirt up and lick at the hard planes of his stomach. The teen’s hands instantly went to Kenpachi’s head, arching his back and giving a loud cry as his mouth slipped even further down. Fumbling with his desk drawers, Kenpachi hastily removed the lotion from the desk and poured some onto his fingers.

“You know, before doing any exercise, it’s important to stretch.” Kenpachi murmured lewdly before inserting a slick finger inside of him. Ichigo twitched, turning his head to the side and blushing heatedly. “What’s this?” Kenpachi murmured smugly, leaning up and peppering kisses over Ichigo’s cheek and neck. “You’re blushing like a virgin.” He said in amusement and added a second finger. Ichigo winced and didn’t say anything as he got even redder. “Oh?” Sucking on his student’s hip bone, Kenpachi scissored his fingers apart as Ichigo let out a groan of slight discomfort and pain. “A virgin, eh?”

“Shut up.” Ichigo hissed and shoved at Kenpachi’s head roughly. “Just fuck me already!”

“Such a dirty mouth, I would love to see what you could do with it.”

Unzipping his pants, Kenpachi sat back down in his chair and pulled out his weeping erection, which had developed an angry red color. Ichigo gulped with he saw the impressive size and got to his knees shakily. Glancing up at the grinning devil, Ichigo slipped the head of his erection into his mouth, trying not to make a face at the weird taste.

Kenpachi chuckled in response and put his hand on his student’s head to encourage him to take more. “Yeah…that’s right, get me nice and wet for you…”

Ichigo made a little mumbling noise in response, causing his seme to hiss and jerk his hips up at the vibration. Ichigo gagged and hurriedly yanked away, wiping at his teary eyes as he coughed slightly.

“Tch, you’re so hot Ichigo.” Kenpachi smirked and tugged the teen to his feet, lifting him up over his lap.

“Ha…ha…” Ichigo panted and looked a little embarrassed and nervous as Kenpachi lowered him down until his feet were one either side of the large man’s chest and under his arm. Shifting his hips up, the teacher rubbed his notable erection against Ichigo’s twitching hole and pressed the lithe teen down slightly. Ichigo inhaled sharply at the pain and arched his back, squirming and trying to find a way to escape it as Kenpachi continued to steadily push him downward.

“Unn…” Ichigo whimpered and thought about telling Kenpachi to stop, but then he would feel like a weakling and he didn’t want that. This really wasn’t what he expected at all.

Kenpachi began to move him up and down roughly, pulling the student close and sucking at his neck as he took his pleasure. Ichigo gasped at the strange sensation, shifting in slight discomfort while Kenpachi expertly angled his hips, as though searching for something. After a few deep thrusts, Ichigo cried out sharply and dug his nails into Kenpachi’s shoulder, grinding down sharply as absolute ecstasy overtook him.

“O-oh! Zaraki-sensei!” Ichigo called out. Kenpachi growled menacingly and bit down hard on the flesh he was sucking on.

“Call me Kenpachi, brat.”

“Ken-Kenpachi!” Ichigo stuttered, staring at Kenpachi with an open mouth as he was lost to pleasure once more.

Taking advantage of that quickly, the large man captured Ichigo in another deep kiss, thrusting into Ichigo even harder as they both grew closer to climax. Leaning back, Ichigo gripped the edge of the desk and lifted his body up and down his sensei’s hard cock, his feet braced over the seat’s arm rests as extra leverage.

Kenpachi grinned lustfully and ran his hands up Ichigo’s slick body. “Please…” Ichigo moaned, trembling in desire.

“Fuck, Ichigo…” Kenpachi thrust his hips up sharply. So close now… Ichigo’s entire body shuddered delightfully and he came in a spurt all over his and Kenpachi’s chest. After moving in and out a few more times, the large man sank his teeth into Ichigo’s shoulder and spilled himself inside his lover.

For a second, the only movement was Ichigo’s heaving body. Kenpachi nuzzled his sweaty hair tenderly and gently lifted his student up and off of his cock. Ichigo trembled and bit his lower lip at the ache, making his teacher smile a bit smugly and eye his leaking hole.

“So Ichigo, did you learn the proper position?”

“I think I might need more practice sensei.” Ichigo shot right back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh?” And then Kenpachi was tipping him onto his back, sliding inside of him and making Ichigo claw at the desk. Kenpachi was very passionate. Luckily Ichigo could take it.

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This was pretty much an exercise to have Ichigo coming onto Kenpachi instead of the other way around. How did I do?

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