Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

Requested by Sara.

Summary: Ichigo gets captured by a group who has a vendetta against Soul Society and his friends frantically try to save him. The rescuer this time, however, is not expected. This is one of the longer one shots I’ve written- over six thousand words!

For those who don’t know, or don’t remember me talking about this before, I believe Kenpachi has ‘Ichi-sense.’ That is, despite not being able to find his way out of a paper bag, he somehow has the ability to find Ichigo after they met for the first time. Like in the filler ark with the princess and when in Hueco Mundo. He just knows where Ichigo is. Therefore, he has Ichi-sense.

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WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, smut, lemon, sex, torture, blood, gore. No rape!

Taken

Ichigo’s POV

It should have been nothing more than a routine slaying of a hollow. A quick in out, as they say. But it wasn’t. I had just finished cutting through the slow, dumb thing’s mask when I felt a slight pin prick at the back of my neck. Slapping my hand there, I frowned as I pulled the thing that had stung me out and saw that it was a senbon needle. Frowning in confusion, I tried to think of a reason that it would be there when my vision started to blur and I stumbled, almost falling.

“Got him.” Somebody said laughing. I looked around as much as I could and saw three guys standing there in dark red outfits. The one in the middle had bright red hair and was wearing a smirk that told me he was the one who had spoken. The other two were large, muscular men who stared straight ahead. Their eyes seeing but at the same time not really seeing anything.

I tried to take a step towards them, but I stumbled again and fell to one knee while gasping for breath. Why couldn’t I move? Everything seemed too difficult… His other knee collapsed underneath him and he slapped his palms onto the ground to stop his face from smashing into it.

“You will regret ever becoming a Shinigami.” The man laughed again and I noted how annoying it was before passing into darkness.

When I woke up again I was in a dark, cold room and unable to move. Upon further inspection I discovered the reason why. A long metal bar rested on my shoulders and my arms were lifted up, chained to it awkwardly and painfully. I couldn’t slump all the way forward and it seemed to be keeping me in a kneeling position so I could only assume that it was attached to the ceiling somehow. After moving my legs around I determined that they were likewise chained to the floor.

I looked up when I heard the door open and scowled as I saw the man with the bright red hair from before. Now that my mind wasn’t drugged I could see a scar from underneath one eye to the corner of his mouth, twisting it into what seemed like a permanent grin. “Good, you’re up.” The man said and stepped forward. “I’m glad, there is no use hurting somebody who is unconscious.”

I really didn’t like the sound of that. Reaching for my spiritual power instinctively, I frowned in confusion when I couldn’t feel it. “If you’re wondering about your reiatsu, don’t worry. Those cuffs will suppress whatever pesky powers you might have.”

Shit. “What do you want with me?”

The man chuckled and kneeled so our faces were only inches apart. “We don’t want anything to do with you, per say. Not really. This is nothing personal; we just want you to do a little something for us.”

“Something?”

“Yes. We need you to open a gate into Soul Society.” I almost laughed, but I didn’t. Of all Shinigami that this man could have picked, he picked the one that probably knew the least about that. The amusement must have shown on my face because he glared and grabbed my chin, forcing me to arch my neck painfully. “What’s so amusing, Shinigami?”

“I’m only a substitute Shinigami.” I said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know how to get to Soul Society.”

“Pheh. Liar.” He released my chin abruptly and I was able to relax once more, however slightly.

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.” I spat out as he walked to the door and let the two large men from before inside. “What does scum like you want with Soul Society?”

He turned around to face me with a smirk. “Scum like me? Soul Society is the scum! They created us and then ordered our slaughter!” The man roared angrily, and then seemed to get himself under control. “But where are my manners? My name is Ryuu and we are what remain of the Yajuu.”

I blinked. “Monsters?”

“No, no!” Ryuu seemed to be angry that I dared to call them that as his red eyes flashed. “We are humans who have the ability to shape shift into an animal.” I could see him gritting his teeth at my apathetic response. “But that doesn’t matter. You don’t really need to know anything except for what we need to know. By the time we are through, you will be begging us to let you open a gate.”

I spit into his face. He grimaced and wiped it off before turning abruptly. “Don’t kill him. But make him hurt.” The two men nodded and turned towards me. I stared at them without flinching. I didn’t even cry out when the first punched me across the jaw and blood immediately filled my mouth.

I was unable to hold back a grunt, however, when a large, booted foot slammed into my stomach and my arms and legs strained against the chains holding me with the force of it. I don’t know how many times they hit me, all I could do was turn my focus inward and try to ignore the pain as they punched and kicked me. I had at least a dozen broken bones already and maybe some internal bleeding that would become dangerous if I didn’t get help for it.

I blinked blood out of his eyes and tried to clear his hazy thoughts. Exhaling sharply through my nose, I tried to shift but a large fist slammed into my face yet again and dizziness overwhelmed me. How much blood did I lose? I don’t know.

“Stop.” Through my swollen eyes I could barely make out Ryuu standing there, staring down at me smugly. “Ready to do it?” I grinned at him through bloody teeth and said nothing. “No? Nothing? A pity, because after this I doubt you’ll ever be able to hold a sword again.”

Third Person POV-Karakura town

Rukia wrung her hands nervously as they sat in Urahara’s tea room. A few hours ago Ichigo’s reiatsu had dimmed and then completely disappeared and they were worried. Searching where his reiatsu was last felt, they had discovered a discarded senbon needle that was covered in a fast-working sedative. Rukia had already informed Soul Society of what happened and was told that they would be sending somebody in to deal with it.

Urahara had no clue who would be behind it and so far the senbon needle was generating no leads. It was a dead end. As time passed, they grew more and more worried. Although the sedative indicated they wanted Ichigo alive, that did not tell them anything about what state he would be in when they finally found him. If they did.

All of them jumped to their feet as they felt a spiritual gate being opened outside the shop and rushed to it. The doors of the gate slid open and Renji and Hitsuguya stepped out, closely followed by Kenpachi. While they hurriedly greeted the other two, Kenpachi stood apart, frowning and looking up at the night’s sky as though trying to sense something.

“Captain Zaraki.” Kenpachi finally looked over at them. “Can you feel him?”

He shrugged and turned away from them, following his instincts as much as he could. The others eyed him then just decided to let him do his own thing. Less trouble and blood shed that way. He grew more and more agitated for a moment before finally he got it. Grinning, he dashed off, leaving the others to shout after him and try to follow.

Ichigo…Ichigo…I know you’re near.

Ichigo’s POV- Yajuu’s Hideout

I screamed as the large man brought the hammer down on yet another one of my fingers, cringing at the horrible pain shooting up my arm. I tried not to whimper, but it escaped me none the less, making Ryuu smirk.

He held up a hand and the man stopped, backing away with the hammer held limply in his hand and my blood dripping from it. “Are you going to be cooperative now Shinigami?”

I spit red into his face, breathing harshly through my throat as my own blood threatened to choke me. He hit me so hard that my entire boy jerked in the chains and the bolts securing it to the floor and ceiling creaked ominously. “Perhaps a different approach is necessary.” His hand reached out and stroked my bruised face, making me flinch more than any other action could. He moved behind me and I froze as his hands slid to my waist and then slipped inside my kimono. “Such soft, young flesh.” He was just about to move lower to my hakama when a loud, blaring alarm went off. “Fuck!”

He yanked away from me and ran to the door, “You two, watch him!” They nodded and stood at the door with their backs to me, unmoving and uncaring. I really hope that’s somebody coming to rescue me…I don’t know how much more pain I could take.

Third Person POV

Kenpachi growled in irritation at the loud alarm screaming over head. True to his senses, he had found the hideout in the woods not very well hidden under an illusion. As soon as he busted the door open that damn thing went off and it was irritating as hell. But that didn’t matter. Right now all that mattered was finding Ichigo and slashing through the guys who had dared to take him.

The 11th division captain cocked his head to the side and rested his sword against his shoulder as he watched a, panther? Come running toward him. Shrugging his shoulder, he brought his sword down despite his confusion and frowned as the panther suddenly changed into a human with deadly claws that tried to swipe at him. Tch, whatever. It doesn’t matter what the fuck these things are, Kenpachi was going to kill every last one of them anyways.

The shape shifting panther or whatever it was, was fast, but not fast enough, and Kenpachi was impatient. It didn’t even have a chance before it was cut in half, spraying blood all over his face and body. But Kenpachi didn’t care, he had Ichigo to find so he continued on as if never interrupted.

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Ryuu slipped on the blood as he ran around the corner and cursed as he saw the slaughtered remains of Panther. “Fuck! Find him!” He ordered to the subordinates behind him, and then whipped around as he just barely dodged a sword whistling beside his ear.

Glaring at the short, white haired Shinigami he scoffed. “They are sending kids to do Soul Society’s dirty work now?”

Hitsugaya’s eye twitched and he raised his sword menacingly. “I. Am. Not. A. KID!!!”

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Dozen’s of bodies laid in Kenpachi’s wake. Most of them killed in a single cut. Hell, some of them were killed in a single downward swing of his sword. Nothing was going to stop him. Especially when he felt Ichigo so close.

He almost walked by the room. But the tingle in the back of his mind made him turn around and lay his hand against the wood. The feeling was stronger now. He yanked the door open, startling the two large men inside, but they weren’t important. The only thing that was important was the limp form of Ichigo in the center of the room, blood coating his body and several of his bones noticeably broken.

He didn’t even bother to look at the two minions who fell easily under his blade, like countless others. He crossed the room and Ichigo finally looked up, one of his eyes swollen shut while the other was glazed over slightly. He blinked the one eye slowly and comprehension slowly dawned, making it clearer. “Kenpachi?” Ichigo asked, his voice cracked and hoarse. Kenpachi’s chest tightened at the sound and rage filled him for whoever dared to do this to Ichigo. If Ichigo had been injured in a fight Kenpachi would have been concerned, yes, but to cause this much damage when Ichigo was unable to fight back…

“Idiot, what did you get yourself into?” Kenpachi said gruffly and stepped behind Ichigo to unchain him. There was a lock, but it couldn’t even withstand a burst of his spiritual pressure. Ichigo’s arms dropped and he could have sighed in relief it wasn’t for nearly falling face first to the floor. He would have had Kenpachi not caught him, lifting him into his arms. Ichigo made a soft pained noise and his eyes drooped shut, finally giving in and slipping into unconsciousness.

The large captain frowned and eyed the iron cuffs still hanging off of Ichigo’s wrists. He could feel their reiatsu suppressing power even from here and he assumed that was what was making Ichigo so weak. Lifting Ichigo’s wrist to his mouth and careful to be mindful of his broken fingers, he sank his teeth into the iron and grinned at the satisfying crunch it produced.

Reiatsu suppressing or not, they didn’t hold up against brute strength. He did the same to the other and instantly he saw the effect it had on Ichigo. The orange haired teen relaxed into his arms and let out a deep sigh, tilting his head so that it rested against Kenpachi’s chest. Now he looked like he was simply sleeping, not unconscious.

Confident that Ichigo would live through it now, Kenpachi shoved his tender feelings for the beautiful man aside and began to flash step away. The quicker Ichigo got healed, the better. He only stopped when he came across Hitsugaya fighting the man. Ichigo stirred in his arms and frowned, burrowing deeper into his chest. With a heavy frown Ichigo looked at the strange man with bright red hair that had large, leathery wings protruding from his back.

His eye narrowed as he caught sight of the small droplets of blood on his clothes that most wouldn’t have noticed, but Kenpachi did. One of Ichigo’s torturers.

He shifted Ichigo into his left arm where he was still safely cradled and drew his sword. Hitsugaya barely had a chance to step back before Kenpachi slashed down, ripping into the red haired man’s shoulder and through his torso. The man seemed frozen for a moment as Kenpachi flicked the blood off his blade and sheathed it. Blood poured out of Ryuu’s mouth and then the upper right half of his torso slid off and his body tumbled over, blood pouring from the two separate halves.

“Tch.” Kenpachi turned away from the corpse with distain while Hitsugaya just sighed and sheathed his sword as well.

They both began to run back to Urahara’s shop, neither of them talking. Shinigami researchers would be sent to the hideout later to see what they could find. For now though, the main concern was getting Ichigo to Orihime so that she could heal him. As much as Kenpachi disliked having that air-headed woman near her obvious crush, it was a necessary evil.

As soon as they got back, Ichigo’s appearance drew an expected reaction. Orihime gasped and put her hands to her face while Rukia and the others looked grim. “Don’t just fucking stare, heal him.” Kenpachi snapped at Orihime as he laid Ichigo down onto the futon. The woman finally snapped into action, hurriedly calling on her powers while tears streamed from her eyes.

Kenpachi sat down and leaned against the wall, watching Ichigo’s healing progress carefully. He didn’t glance up with Urahara entered the room, looking slightly serious as his eyes trailed over to Ichigo. Then he plastered a grin on his face and snapped his fan open. “If I might have a word, Kenpachi taichou?” With a grunt the captain stood, throwing one last glance in the strawberry’s direction before stepping into the hall. “You know, you might want to clean up a bit so you don’t scare Ichigo so much when he wakes up.”

“Hn, why would he care?” Kenpachi stated uninterestedly which just made Urahara grin wider.

“You’ll never win his heart with that attitude.”

Kenpachi glanced over to the shop keeper who was looking way too jovial with this knowledge. “Who says I want to?”

Urahara just giggled, receiving a rather disturbed look from Kenpachi, and tossed the dark haired captain a towel. “Clean up a little. Orihime may be able to heal Ichigo but that won’t take away the memories of his pain. Try not to scare him more, ne?”

Kenpachi said nothing, glaring at the towel for a second before roughly wiping himself down and getting the worst of the mess off. For Ichigo he could toss aside his pride as a warrior if it meant a little comfort. He tossed the now ruined towel back to Urahara and stepped back into the room. Ichigo was still unconscious, but already he looked better. His eye was no longer swollen shut and his broken bones had mended themselves. Blood was still smeared across his exposed skin but the cuts and bruises themselves were already healing.

He watched. And tried not to think about how innocent Ichigo looked with his brow relaxed and mouth parted. Tried not to think about how much he wanted to take Ichigo into his arms and shower him with kisses. But he resisted the temptation and a moment later Ichigo’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked as he caught sight of Orihime, and then looked around the room until he landed on Kenpachi. They both stared at each other, a silent communication and understanding moving between them.

“Ichigo! I’m so glad you’re alright!” Orihime cried teary-eyed. The moment was broken and Ichigo’s eyes snapped back to Orihime. Kenpachi immediately regretted the loss. He stood to leave the room without a glance back.

Ichigo inhaled sharply, his eyes wide before he stumbled to his feet. “Kurosaki-kun!” Orihime protested but he paid her no mind as he threw his arms around the larger man and rested his forehead against his back. Kenpachi froze at the sudden contact and tried not to think about how close Ichigo was.

“Kenpachi…” Ichigo murmured and squeezed him a little tighter. “Thank you. You were the one who found me, weren’t you?”

Kenpachi didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Instead he turned in Ichigo’s grip and let the younger man hug him, his heat resting against the captain’s broad chest comfortably as Kenpachi slid his hand up to cup the back of Ichigo’s head. Orihime coughed awkwardly and the dark haired Shinigami’s eye snapped over to her, glowering darkly before tightening his hold around Ichigo and sending her a pointed look.

She bit her bottom lip and her eyes quivered with renewed tears before she ran out of the room. Ichigo didn’t even notice.

The orange haired teen pulled away slightly and looked up at Kenpachi who stared at him with equal intensity. For a second neither of them moved, then Ichigo leaned up just as Kenpachi leaned down to meet him in a kiss. It wasn’t tender or sweet. Kenpachi had no patience for that when what he wanted was proof that Ichigo was alive.

The larger Shinigami sealed his mouth over Ichigo’s, not so much coaxing his mouth open for his tongue but forcing it open with desperate intensity. Ichigo would have staggered back under the force of it if it wasn’t for Kenpachi’s hands holding him gently, a paradox to his other wise aggressive actions.

Ichigo didn’t complain, instead he returned the biting kiss with equal enthusiasm, opening his mouth and moaning as Kenpachi explored his mouth and dragged his sharp canines over his lips until they almost bled.

Somebody giggled. Ichigo froze while the captain growled dangerously and pulled away from the heated kiss. “What?” He demanded from the shop keeper who was grinning like a school girl and had a small trickle of blood flowing from each nostril.

“Oh, don’t mind me, keep going.”

“I-I should go thank Orihime…” Ichigo stuttered out and pulled away from Kenpachi’s embrace, fleeing the room with a bright red blush across his cheeks.

Kenpachi watched him go with a scowl before he rounded on Urahara. “You better have a good reason for interrupting.”

Urahara sighed and flipped his fan closed, serious once more. “I do. Had I not come in, would you have taken him?” Kenpachi didn’t have to answer, his face said it all. “I thought so. Take it slowly with him or he will regret it.”

Kenpachi clenched his jaw as Urahara left. He hated that the other man was right. If nobody had come into interrupt he would have taken Ichigo hard up against the wall, or the futon if he had the patience to take the few seconds to get over to it. But fast, frenzied sex like that wouldn’t build a lasting relationship. It would probably make Ichigo ashamed and he would try to push Kenpachi away, which was something he didn’t want.

It had been three days since Kenpachi had rescued Ichigo and he hadn’t seen him. He wanted to, but it gave Ichigo the time he needed to think about what he wanted. But three days was Kenpachi’s limit. He knew when Ichigo would be walking home from school and decided that was the best time to strike.

Ichigo was walking with his hands jammed into his pockets and a scowl on his face when he was grabbed from behind and yanked into an alley. “What the-” He blinked as he recognized the large captain. “Kenpachi? What are you doing here?”

“We never got to finish.” Kenpachi said, eyeing Ichigo’s uniform clad body appreciatively.

“I-I thought you weren’t really interested.” Ichigo stuttered and looked to the side with a blush.

“Why would you think that?” Kenpachi asked, smirking slightly at his nervousness.

“Because you’ve left me alone for three days. I thought you went back to Seireitei.”

“Nah, I was just giving you some time to think it over.”

“Think it over?”

Kenpachi grinned and leaned closer to Ichigo, resting his hand against the rough alley wall. “Are you willing to accept me? Because once I have you I don’t intend to let you go.”

“Um…” Ichigo shifted under Kenpachi’s gaze. “This isn’t exactly the best place to talk about this.”

“I know a place.” Kenpachi said as he moved away from Ichigo. Ichigo followed after him uncertainly, looking slightly critical as the captain lead him to the wooded area by the Onose River. “I found it when Yachiru and I were looking for hollows one time.” Kenpachi mentioned as he ducked under a low branch.

“You mean while you got lost looking for hollows?”

“Whatever.” Kenpachi grumbled under his breath. “Here.”

It was a little clearing that was covered in soft moss. There were a few flowers sprinkled here and there, but it was the sunshine dancing through the trees and catching the little wisps of leaves that made it so beautiful.

Kenpachi was more interested in Ichigo than the clearing though. “So are you?”

“Er, what?” Ichigo had completely forgotten the question.

“Willing to accept me.”

“Oh…” Ichigo was silent for a few moments. “You know Kenpachi, before I never would have thought you cared enough to come save me. That all you cared about was fighting and finding the next battle…”

“Is that a no?” Kenpachi growled, trying not to think about how much his chest hurt at the thought.

“Let me finish. But you did save me, and when you held me I felt…safe.” Ichigo blushed slightly but didn’t look away, instead moving closer, lifting his hands and settling them on Kenpachi’s shoulders. Kenpachi gripped Ichigo’s hip and pulled the smaller man flush against him. “I like that you fight, that I don’t have to worry about you getting hurt.” Ichigo continued as he slid his hand to brush his thumb across the scar running down Kenpachi’s face. “I like that you can protect me and I don’t always have to protect you.” He leaned up and pulled Kenpachi’s head down to his mouth. “I am willing to accept you, all of you.”

Their second kiss was just as passionate as the first, but much more gentle. Kenpachi traced the inside of Ichigo’s lips with his tongue and tilted the younger man’s head back for more access. Ichigo opened his mouth to the touch and timidly explored Kenpachi’s mouth as well. Kenpachi grinned into the kiss and rested his hands on Ichigo’s lower back, inching them down to Ichigo’s ass. Ichigo jerked when he was grabbed roughly and yanked away from the kiss to gasp for breath.

“Kenpachi.” He said lowly, dangerously. “What do you think you are doing?”

“What does it feel like?” Kenpachi asked, his deep voice rumbling in his chest as he gave Ichigo’s ass another squeeze and moved his mouth to Ichigo’s neck.

“It feels…” He trailed off as Kenpachi sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on his throat. “Oh! It feels good.”

“Mmm…” Kenpachi reluctantly pulled away as he tried to level his thoughts. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, but not here…” Ichigo fidgeted and flicked his eyes away from Kenpachi’s visible one. “Come into my room tonight, when my family is asleep.” He said, linking hands with the large captain and tugging him out of the clearing. “I better get home before goat face gets angry.”

Surprisingly, Kenpachi didn’t protest their linked hands. Instead he grinned and enjoyed the smaller, softer hand entwined in his and tried to think about fighting instead of the night ahead of them both. He lifted their hands and gave Ichigo’s much smaller one a squeeze. “They don’t hurt at all?” He asked curiously. “From what they did?”

Ichigo winced at the memories but gave him a shaky smile. “Nope.”

“Good.”

It wasn’t too long of a walk back to Ichigo’s house, but it was nearing dinnertime when they both got back.

“I’ll see you later tonight.” Ichigo murmured with a blush, glancing around to make sure nobody was there before giving Kenpachi a quick kiss and scurrying into the house.

Kenpachi ran all the way to Urahara’s. There were some things he needed to get from that man…

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Ichigo left his window open, not knowing when Kenpachi was going to show up. His family had already gone to bed, and he had taken a shower before retiring to his own room. Nervousness made his stomach clench uncomfortably, but there was excitement as well. He was lying down on the bed in only a pair of pajama bottoms and his arms crossed under his head when he felt his presence. His eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly, blushing heavily at the sight of Kenpachi perched on the window sill, leering at him.

“Ichigo.” Kenpachi practically purred his name as he stepped down onto the bed, making it dip under his weight.

“Kenpachi…”

The dark haired captain braced his hands on either side of Ichigo’s waist and slid in between his knees, nudging him to lie on his back as he kissed the younger man. Ichigo moaned and wrapped his arms around Kenpachi, pausing momentarily when he felt something sharp stick into him.

“What’s that?” He asked curiously, gesturing to the bulge in Kenpachi’s kimono.

“Oh…” Kenpachi sat up slightly and reached into his kimono, pulling out two different objects. The first was a strange triangular device that Ichigo had no clue what it was and the second was…lube. Scarlet tinged his cheeks as Ichigo fought not to look at it and instead concentrating on the first object. “I got it from Urahara. I didn’t think you would want you old man or sisters to accidentally hear us…it’s supposed to block anyone from hearing sound inside the room it’s in.”

“And the lube?”

“That old man is a pervert.” Kenpachi grunted and stroked Ichigo’s bare stomach with his calloused fingers. “It will make it easier.”

“Y-yeah…” Ichigo stuttered nervously, making Kenpachi chuckle and lean down to kiss him.

“We don’t have to do this now.”

“I want to…besides, I don’t know when you’ll be in the real world again.”

“It’s not hard for captains to move from Soul Society to the real world.” Kenpachi commented, untying his kimono and letting it drop from his shoulders. Ichigo gulped at the sight of the hard, toned muscles revealed to him and hesitantly touched his chest. “I can come see you whenever I want.”

“I want you now.” The orange haired teen murmured as he continued his curious exploration of Kenpachi’s torso, dipping down to trace the sharp definition of his abdomen and then brushing against the top of his hakama. “Can you take these off?”

Kenpachi grinned in satisfaction and stood, slowly untying his hakama before letting it drop to the floor. Ichigo’s eyes dropped down and a bright red flush graced his cheeks as he took in Kenpachi’s large erection jutting proudly from a mass of dark curls. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot on the bed, swallowing harshly when Kenpachi smiled predatorily and he knelt on the bed, tugging at Ichigo’s pajama bottoms. “You too.”

Ichigo swung his legs over the side of the bed, pushing his pants down and then kicking them off. Cool, dry hands caressed his stomach and then he was pulled back against Kenpachi’s hard chest. He could feel the evidence of Kenpachi’s excitement throbbing against his back and had to fight the urge to squirm away. “Sh…” Kenpachi whispered in his ear, feeling over his hip bones and gliding down to grab his erection. Ichigo gasped loudly and threw his head back, digging his fingernails into Kenpachi’s hand. “Do you like that?”

“Yes!” Ichigo hissed out, giving a startled moan when Kenpachi spread his legs a little more and reached over to grab the lube. “Kenpachi?” Ichigo asked uncertainly as Kenpachi flicked the lid open and poured the lubricant onto his fingers. “How exactly are we going to…?” He trailed off uncertainly.

“You don’t know how two guys have sex?” Kenpachi said in amusement, chuckling deeply when Ichigo elbowed him. “Let me show you.”

He gripped Ichigo’s erection again pumping it once before sliding his long, dexterous fingers to cup his ball sack and then rub against the rim of his anus.

“Kenpachi!” Ichigo jerked and closed his eyes tightly as a single finger nudged into him, not quite painful, but definitely uncomfortable. “Is this how…?” He asked uncertainly, shifting slightly as the digit moved in an out of him, getting him accustomed to it.

“Yeah, I’m stretching you so I can fit inside.” Kenpachi said gruffly, rocking his hips into my back so Ichigo could feel the slightly wet head pressing against him, slippery and hard. All of that was supposed to fit inside of him? Ichigo wondered if that was possible. A second finger was introduced, making him bite his lower lip and curse. It hurt! He whimpered and reached for Kenpachi’s hand, gripping it.

“This can’t work.”

“Yes it can.” Kenpachi muttered into his ear, sounding slightly tense. The fingers inside of him spread apart and wiggled around until Ichigo thought he couldn’t take it anymore. Than they pressed down on something that had lightening flashing behind his eyelids. He cried out and arched his back, shoving his hips down to get more of the feeling.

“More!” Ichigo demanded, grinding his hips down desperately.

“As you wish.” Kenpachi withdrew his fingers and lifted Ichigo up, using his own legs to spread Ichigo’s even farther apart. He slathered his erection with lubricant, his own touch making his dick twitch with the need to be inside the younger man. “Hold on.” The head of his erection pressed against Ichigo’s tight entrance. For a moment all Ichigo felt was a blunt pressure, then pain raced through him as Kenpachi began to slip inside.

“Ah!” Ichigo cried out as tears slipped from his eyes. “Ow…”

“Don’t be so tense.” Kenpachi said in a strained tone, pressing in even further and cursing the tight heat surrounding him. Ichigo shuddered as he was filled, the lube making the penetration a lot easier but still painful. When he was finally all the way inside, Kenpachi fought to stay still while Ichigo panted for breath with his eyes clenched tightly shut.

“U-ungh!” Ichigo shifted a little and winced when a sharp pain went through him. Kenpachi kissed the side of his neck in way of an apology and began to stroke Ichigo’s dick back to full erectness. The dark haired captain held still for as long as he could, but the sensation of having Ichigo’s back pressed against his chest and shivering in his arms was driving him over the edge.

He began to move, slowly at first to give Ichigo a chance to adjust. Those small little noises he made as he gasped for breath and squirmed at the strange sensation only made Kenpachi want to go faster.

“Fuck!” Ichigo shouted as Kenpachi hit his prostate, his legs trembling as he tried to keep up with the quick pace.

“Ichigo.” Kenpachi kissed him deeply as he pushed the orange haired man onto his hands and knees and gripped his hips.

“Ah!” Ichigo rested his forehead against his forearms and gritted his teeth. His arms and legs already ached from the strength it took to not be pushed flat onto his face from Kenpachi’s violent thrusts.

“You. Feel. So. Good.” Kenpachi punctuated each word with a hard jerk forward, pulling Ichigo back at the same time so they met with a loud slapping sound. Ichigo whimpered, moving one of his hands in between his legs to jerk himself off as he got lost in the pain and pleasure. “Tell me how much you like it Ichi.” Kenpachi demanded as he leaned over Ichigo and pulled his hand away, pinning both of them above his head.

“Unn, please!”

“Please what?”

“Please, I like it!”

“How much?” He angled his hips and began pounding against Ichigo’s prostate, smirking at the harsh cries he received for his efforts.

“A lot! Please let me come!”

Kenpachi finally released his hands and began to pump his erection while breathing in his ear. “You’re so beautiful…” He murmured and kissed his neck. “You make me want to bring you back to Seireitei so I can watch over you better.”

“C-can’t…m’friends and m’family…” Ichigo trailed off and hissed as he threw his head back “Ah!”

“You could always come back to visit them.” Kenpachi reasoned, his groin tightening as he neared his climax.

“I-I can’t!” Ichigo spasmed as Kenpachi hit his prostate while moving his hand a little faster. “Kenpachi!” He released, his climax spurting all over his stomach and chest as well as the bed. He almost collapsed but Kenpachi’s hands kept his hips up.

Just a little bit more…Kenpachi gave a feral growl and thrust as hard as he could, biting Ichigo’s back as his tight body milked his orgasm from him. He finally relaxed his grip on Ichigo’s hips and the younger man collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as Kenpachi kissed his neck and shoulders sweetly.

“You okay?” He asked and rubbed his hand along Ichigo’s side. “Not too badly hurt?”

“M’fine.” Ichigo muttered, half asleep. “Sore…”

“Good.” Kenpachi said, a tone of smug satisfaction entering his voice.

“How is that good?” Ichigo asked with a growl, cracking one eye open to scowl.

“If I hadn’t held back you would be a lot more than just sore.”

“Hmmm…” Ichigo closed his eyes again, only shifting slightly and mumbling under his breath with Kenpachi began to wipe him down with his t shirt. “Love you…”

Kenpachi paused his movement and glanced at Ichigo’s sleeping face before leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. “I love you too.”

He pulled the blankets up around him and grabbed the lube and silencing device before stepping out the window. He wanted to stay, but it wouldn’t do for his lover’s father to catch them in a compromising position in the morning. Maybe Ichigo would agree to come back to Seireitei with him…Kenpachi didn’t think so, but he had methods of persuasion.

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For those who were curious, Yajuu means: beast, monster, wild animal.

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