Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

Summary: AU Ichigo is staying in a hotel, minding his own business and taking a bath when a strange man comes barging in.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thanks!!!

Review Replies- Lynzee: I love Ken-chan and Ichigo together more than all the other semes, I think.
Nusku: I’m glad you think so!
ShadowofLight: I’m not sure if it’s possible for Kenpachi to ever be ‘soft’ but he can definitely have a semi-soft side =D
Lady V.: Thank you! It just seems right for Kenpachi and Ichigo to be a pairing. There are so many insinuating things they say (mostly Kenpachi) and do in the anime and manga.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, smut, lemon, sex, Kenpachi being Kenpachi… No rape.

Captive

At least the old man was good for something. Don’t get him wrong, Ichigo loved his father but sometimes he could be overbearing. But goat face did something strangely appreciated by offering to send Ichigo on a mini vacation to take a break from his college studies. While he would have also loved to seen his family, they had their own lives and he would see them in the summer, and man, was this hotel fancy. Being a doctor paid well and Isshin apparently didn’t worry about the expenses when he sent Ichigo here.

Ichigo sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back against the surprisingly spacious claw footed tub as he enjoyed the bubble bath.

……..


Kenpachi carefully twisted the safe’s lock, his ear pressed against the cold metal as he frowned in concentration.

Click.

It was a very quiet sound, but Kenpachi heard it. With a grin he opened the safe and saw the stack of cash inside. These rich people are all idiots. Without wasting a moment he started stuffing the money into his bag, when he yanked on a set of bills that was attacked to a spring alarm. There was no sound, not blaring siren over head, but Kenpachi knew that the security guards were alerted to the break in and were rushing his way right now.

With an irritated growl he shoved the rest of the money into his bag and ran out of the room, leaving his equipment behind. As soon as he got out the door security guards rounded the corner with their guns drawn. Guns, eh? Fucking rich people. “Stop or we’ll shoot!” Rent-a-cops. Hilarious. He grinned a flipped them off, running around the corner and out of the line of sight. The pansies wouldn’t dare open fire without the certainty that other guests wouldn’t get caught in the path.

Randomly choosing a door he smashed through it, his eyes moving around quickly. Kenpachi threw the door to the bathroom open and slammed it shut, shoving his shoulder against it as the security guards who were chasing him bounced off the door. He grinned ferally and then realized he wasn’t alone in the room. He looked over his shoulder and saw an orange haired man in the bath tub, gaping at him with surprise and fear. Unwittingly, Kenpachi’s eyes dragged down the cute man’s body making Ichigo flush and cross his arms over his chest, sinking as deep as possible into the tub.

Kenpachi smirked. Glancing around the bathroom, he snagged the table beside the door and hooked it under the door handle. Stepping away from the secured door he once again turned his attention to the blushing man who was desperately looking for an escape route. The dark haired criminal drew his sword and the man froze, his beautiful brown eyes wide and full of anxiety. It made Kenpachi hard.

“Open up! This is the police!” A commanding voice rang through the door. Kenpachi ignored it.

He started across the room and Ichigo threw his arms over the side of the tub, tensing and ready to spring out when the tip of Kenpachi’s sword pressed lightly against his cheeks. “I don’t think so.” He growled. “Stay right where you are, I would hate to carve up your pretty face.” Ichigo gulped and did as he was told, shrinking back into the tub and staring up at the large man. “What’s your name kid?”

“I’m not a kid.” Ichigo growled in anger, his eyes flaring when Kenpachi chuckled.

“I didn’t ask if you were a kid, I asked what your name was.” With a simple flick of his wrist there was a sting of pain across Ichigo’s cheek and then a red line before blood trickled down.

“I-Ichigo.”

“Heh, Strawberry?” Kenpachi snickered.

“Fuck you!” Ichigo yelled again, unable to help himself and immediately regretted it when a crazy glint appeared in the man’s eyes and the sword dipped into the water that was becoming clearer and clearer as the bubbles disappeared. Ichigo sucked in a breath in panic and tried to move away but was stopped immediately.

“Don’t move unless you want me to cut somewhere that won’t just be a minor irritation.” Ichigo didn’t move. But he did close his eyes tightly and clench his hands against the side of the tub when Kenpachi moved the sword in between his legs in the water and dragged the blunt edge along his inner thigh. “Ichigo.” He purred and grabbed Ichigo’s bright orange hair. “I am Kenpachi.” He bent down and kissed Ichigo, forcing his lips over the lithe man’s own and growling in pleasure when the man stiffened and tried to fight him off. He tilted the sword just slightly so Ichigo could feel it’s sharp edge bite into him almost, but not quite, enough to draw blood.

As pleasurable as the scared man’s lips beneath him was, Kenpachi had more pressing matters to attend to. Like the banging at the door that was growing more and more insistent. No shots were fired yet so they must suspect that somebody was in the bathroom with him. Damn. No time for this now, but maybe later…He eyed the man who looked like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin and grinned. Sheathed his sword, he stepped away from Ichigo and grabbed a towel.

“Put it on.” He ordered tossing it to the ground and then crossing his arms over his chest. He the slim body and dangling cock appreciatively as Ichigo scrambled out of the bathtub and was forced to bend over to pick up the towel- too bad it was while facing him- and then wrapping it around himself. Without any further hesitation Kenpachi lifted his booted foot and smashed it into the bathroom window, making Ichigo scramble away from the few pieces of broken glass that landed inside.

Without any warning Kenpachi grabbed Ichigo by the waist and lifted him up bridal style. Ichigo yelped and tried to shove the man away but the look in the other man’s eyes stopped him. Glancing out the window, Kenpachi looked around for a possible landing and saw a balcony one room over and two stories down. He grinned. “You aren’t going to…” Ichigo trailed off as Kenpachi stepped onto the window sill and they were suddenly outside, the traffic blaring below as Ichigo clung to Kenpachi for dear life. “No!” Ichigo managed to scream before Kenpachi leaped into the darkness of the night.

For one adrenaline packed, extremely fearful moment Ichigo thought he was going to die, and then with a heavy thump they landed. Kenpachi grunted at the sharp impact and staggered for a moment but not once did his grip on Ichigo loosen. “Be quiet.” Kenpachi hissed to Ichigo and then cautiously slid the balcony door open and stepped into the hotel. It was dark and quiet, no sounds coming from the bedroom or anywhere else.

Thrown beside the couch was a pair of tennis shoes that looked like they might be a little big for Ichigo, but they would have to do. Kenpachi tossed him to Ichigo who fumbled to catch them with a thrown. He opened his mouth to speak but Kenpachi raised a finger to his lips and sent him a glare, warning him to speak. Ichigo stepped into them quickly and tied them tightly. Kenpachi took a moment to enjoy the view of him bending over in just a towel before snagging the jacket laid across the couch and handing it to him as well. There were no pants in sight so he would just have to make do with what he had.

As soon as Ichigo had zipped up the jacket Kenpachi grabbed his arm, yanking him to the door. He carefully pressed his ear against it and waited, listening for anybody passing through. Nothing. It seemed the police weren’t patrolling this level yet. He slipped out the door carefully, continuing to tug Ichigo behind him. An old couple gave them a weird glance at Ichigo’s strange clothing ensemble but a tight squeeze to his elbow and a glare promising pain stopped Ichigo from crying out for help.

He was yanked down the stairs all the way to the bottom floor. Instead of going out through the front door where police would probably be watching, Kenpachi dragged him through the kitchen (again, many weird looks) and out through a side door.

“Bastard!” Ichigo hit him hard against the chest now that they were alone and there wasn’t a possibility of other people getting dragged in.

“Let me go jack ass!”

Ichigo punched him straight against the jaw, smirking as a satisfying cracking noise echoed through the alley. Kenpachi rubbed his jaw, eyeing Ichigo with a grin.

“You sure are feisty.” He grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s other arm as well and jerked his lithe body against him.

“I like that.”

Ichigo flushed but was saved from having to response with a curse when a car drove up beside them and stopped. Ichigo blinked at it and then yelped when Kenpachi yanked the door open and shoved Ichigo in. Ichigo snarled and kicked at the man but his legs were quickly caught and pinned with an arm wrapping around his shoulders to keep his arms still. In the driver’s seat a bald man blinked at the spectacle while the petite, black haired man beside him just sighed. “Uh, sir?” The bald man asked hesitantly. “Something you want to tell us? I thought we were getting money, not some kid.”

“Drive the car.” Kenpachi ordered, not even having to put any effort into keeping the squirming Ichigo in his grasp.

“Let me go you-” He was cut off by a large, calloused hand covering his mouth. He tried to claw at them but Kenpachi ignored the futile attempts.

The two men in the front seats ignored both of them for the most part except for the man with the bobbed hair occasional glances at Ichigo and muttering ‘beautiful.’ It wasn’t too long before the bald man pulled up to a large house in the middle of no where that looked more like a mansion.

The bald man snickered as Ichigo yelled and cursed at Kenpachi when he was dragged out and then promptly thrown over his shoulder. “Bastard!”

The bald man known as Ikkaku parked the car, getting out and opening the door for Yumichika. “What do you think he’s going to do to that kid?” He mused out loud, linking hands with his lover as they also made their way up to the house.

“Hm, who knows? Kenpachi is lucky Yachiru already went to sleep or else she would have snagged him from the boss.”

“Feh, yeah.” Ikkaku chuckled and cocked his head to the side. “I just hope he isn’t inviting trouble.”

“Why? Trouble means more fighting.”

Ikkaku dutifully took Yumichika’s coat as they stepped into the massive entryway, grimacing slightly at Ichigo’s protesting screams before they were finally cut off by the slamming of a door. “I don’t mind fighting, just as long as it’s not the pigs.”

“Worrying is not very beautiful.” Yumichika commented as they walked to their bedroom.

“Kenpachi knows how to handle himself.”

……

Kenpachi tossed Ichigo onto his bed, grabbing a hold of the strawberry’s kicking legs with a large grin. “You have a lot of fight in you.”

“Let me go!” Ichigo tried to jerk his feet out of Kenpachi’s grasp but the other man was too strong.

“What the hell do you want from me?”

“Don’t be naïve.” The large man pressed a kiss to his bare leg and pressed in between them, forcing the towel to slide open precariously.

“No!”

Kenpachi growled in frustration and let go of Ichigo’s to rest his hands on either side of Ichigo’s head and glare down at him. “C’mon, I’ll make you feel real good.”

“I said no!” Ichigo attempted to twist his leg around enough to kick at him but Kenpachi used his large size to pin him down firmly.

“I’ll let you go afterward if you let me fuck you now.”

“Like hell I will!”

Kenpachi frowned and leaned over Ichigo so their faces were mere inches apart. “If not I will keep you here for as long as it takes you to break. You won’t be able to see your family or go to school…It’s only your pride keeping you here.”

“I’m not some slut that you can just fuck!” Despite his words, Ichigo was shaken by Kenpachi’s words, and Kenpachi knew it.

“Are you a virgin?” The robber asked with a leer, earning him a blush and a heated scowl.

“Fuck you!”

“Tch, is that a yes?”

“No!”

“Hm.” Kenpachi grinned and nuzzled Ichigo’s neck, smirking largely when Ichigo shivered in pleasure.

“I want you to be willing. What’s a little mutual sex anyways?” Ichigo still looked uncertain but the pressure against his cock that was quickly hardening was pretty convincing.

“I’ll let you leave after, if you still want to.”

“But…” Ichigo trailed off, his breath hitching as his jacket was unzipped slowly. “If I say no, will you stop?”

Kenpachi paused his actions and frowned deeply as he eyed his prey. He didn’t know if he would or not, but Ichigo didn’t need to know that. “I’ll stop.”

“Liar.” Ichigo muttered and shifted under Kenpachi. “But you will let me go?”

“Yes.”

This time Ichigo believed him. He allowed Kenpachi to kiss his way down his bare chest and squirmed when sharp teeth dug into the sensitive flesh surrounding his nipple. “Ah!”

“What a nice reaction.” Kenpachi murmured smugly and soothed it with his tongue. The jacket was pulled all the way off and the towel shoved off along with the tennis shoes Ichigo still wore. He lay beneath Kenpachi completely naked and nervous. Rough hands began to trace up his inner thigh and he was reminded of his sword’s path earlier in the evening. Fear flitted through him, but anticipation over rode any other emotions. The idea of having sex with this man…this outlaw was dangerous and appealing. Or maybe appealing because he was dangerous. There was just something about Kenpachi that made Ichigo hot.

Hands parted his legs and dipped behind his balls to stroke his entrance. His erection throbbed and he squirmed, turning his head to the side and pretending not to enjoy it. Kenpachi chuckled and prodded at the puckered hole, which was unexpectedly tight and not wet. He frowned a little in confusion and glanced at Ichigo’s erect dick. He guessed that Ichigo didn’t naturally get wet down there…and he didn’t want to tear the kid apart.

He pulled away long enough to take his clothes off quickly, cursing loudly when his foot got caught in his pants. Ichigo turned red and looked away quickly when he was treated to the view of Kenpachi’s large erection. The dark haired man leaned back and none too gently grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s hair, yanking him up and over his lap. “Suck me.”

“Wh-what?” Ichigo struggled against the harsh grip on his hair and tried to bat the hands away without pulling his hair out as well.

“Get me nice and wet.”

“But…” His head was pushed down again and a musky scent filled his nose. Kenpachi’s erection was already leaking a slight bit of fluid and it made Ichigo want to gag when his tongue slid over the head and he forced himself to take Kenpachi’s dick into his mouth. The taste wasn’t all that bad…but the thief’s hard on was sizeable and it was difficult to suck on without risking gagging himself.

But Kenpachi seemed to like it if his grunts were anything to go by. He tried to get the orange haired man to take more of it into his mouth but Ichigo instantly panicked and had to pull off of him completely while coughing and gasping for breath. So instead he waited impatiently for Ichigo to discover his limitations for himself. While Ichigo was sucking on his dick with a serious expression on his face Kenpachi couldn’t help but find cute, Kenpachi spit on his fingers and reached behind Ichigo to prod at his entrance again.

Ichigo’s eyes widened as Kenpachi pushed two fingers inside of him and he tried to back pedal off of his cock but the dark haired man used his other hand to keep his head down. “I’m gonna rip you open if you keep fighting me like this.”

Ichigo might have said something, but the sound was muffled around Kenpachi’s dick and it only served to make Kenpachi hiss in pleasure and press his fingers inside Ichigo down harshly. The effect was instantaneous as Ichigo have a muffled cry of pleasure and pushed back against the fingers, his expression that of surprised wonder.

“That’s enough.” Kenpachi pulled his fingers out and shoved Ichigo so he fell onto his back, his long creamy limbs splayed in an inviting position. The younger man flinched when his legs were spread and Kenpachi maneuvered in between them. He felt Kenpachi’s large and blunt penis press against his entrance and flinched.

“Wait, wait!” Ichigo yelled and shoved against Kenpachi’s chest.

“What now?” Kenpachi growled, clearly irritated at being stopped when he was just about to get what he wanted.

“Use a condom asshole!”

“You’re a guy.”

“I know that!”

“It’s not like you’re going to get pregnant.” Kenpachi tried to press in again but Ichigo stopped him.

“Have you ever heard of STD’s!?” Ichigo snarled and glared.

“I don’t have anything and you’re a virgin.”

“You expect me to believe you?” Ichigo asked incredulously. Kenpachi narrowed his eyes and gripped Ichigo’s thighs, shoving them up before thrusting his hips forward harshly. The orange haired man cried out and dug his nails into Kenpachi’s shoulders as he gritted his teeth.

“Ow…” He whined and arched his back to try and ease the pain as Kenpachi slowly but steadily slid inside of him. “Ugh, you’re too big for me…”

Kenpachi looked a little smug at that proclamation and moved his head down to kiss Ichigo but the orange haired man turned his head to the side and buried his face into the pillow. The thief scowled in anger and thrust his hips forward abruptly so that he was fully sheathed in a single movement. Ichigo half screamed and half sobbed as he unconsciously curled inward and tried to move away from the thing causing him pain.

The dark haired man had the decency to look a little ashamed at his actions and pressed soft kisses along his neck and shoulder. He didn’t apologize, but he held still and allowed Ichigo some time to adjust to his wide girth.

“Ungh! Kenpachi!” When Ichigo shifted to get comfortable Kenpachi pressed against his prostate, forcing a bolt of pleasure through him. He still felt impossibly stretched and full, but it was bearable as long as Kenpachi still hit that thing.

Kenpachi took his pleasure moans as a sign to move and began to thrust in and out of him quickly. “Slow down!” Ichigo begged but his only answer was a growl and teeth sunk deep into his neck. The fast pace and his inexperienced body were quickly rising to climax it was all so intense.

“Don’t come yet.” Kenpachi commanded and pinched the base of his cock cruelly.

“Agh…” Ichigo wrapped his legs around Kenpachi’s hips and effectively slowed him down slightly and he tightened around him and ground his ass back against him.

“Fucking beautiful.” Kenpachi whispered into his ear.

“Stay with me here. You’ll have everything you could ever want and a life of excitement. Say yes…say it!”

Ichigo let out a shriek as his prostate was abused to pleasurably and still he wasn’t allowed to come. “Can’t…can’t, fuck, just let me come!”

“No. Say it.”

Torture like this had to be illegal. “Yes! God, yes! Please!”

With a few jerks of Kenpachi’s hand Ichigo was coming. The muscular man pistoned in and out of his tight, convulsing heat a few more times before he followed after Ichigo embarrassingly fast. While Ichigo was distracted with catching his breath, Kenpachi sealed his mouth over Ichigo’s and thrust his tongue in. Ichigo gave a muffled moan in surprise but was easily distracted by his talented tongue. Kenpachi slid out of Ichigo and the orange haired man groaned in discomfort, quickly breaking the spell.

For a moment Ichigo panted until everything came back to him. “Bastard!” He hit Kenpachi who was watching him with amusement.

“No way in hell am I staying here!”

“You said you would.”

“You tricked me! You said before I could leave if I let you fuck me!”

“You can leave now, I just have to go with you and you have to come back.”

“Asshole.” Ichigo muttered and slumped back onto the pillow as he ran out of steam.

“You’re a student or something, aren’t you?” Kenpachi asked while sliding a large, rough hand up and down Ichigo’s side.

“Yeah.”

“What are you studying?”

“Psychology.”

“Are you interested in that?” Ichigo shrugged and then winced as it jarred his body.

“You want some aspirin or something?” Ichigo scowled and shook his head. He wasn’t a pansy, he could deal with it.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun to work with me?”

“What do you do even? All I know is that you’re a criminal.”

“Sometimes we rob rich snobs, mostly we fight underground for fun and cash.”

“Yeah?” Ichigo asked and then yawned in sleepiness.

“Yeah. Go to sleep. If you want we can go see your family in the morning, but you’re coming back here.”

“Right, whatever.” Kenpachi growled and bit him on the neck.


“Ow! Okay, okay already!” Kenpachi pulled away with a satisfied look on his face. “You can still go to college if you want, but you’re staying with me.”

“Why do you want me to? Aren’t I just a convenient fuck?”

“Course not. I don’t just fuck anybody after all.”

Ichigo snorted. “Of course.”

“Go to sleep before I decide to wake up more.”

Ichigo fell asleep pretty quickly after that. For awhile Kenpachi stayed up, just watching him as he slept pretty soundly, probably because his body was so worn out. He didn’t know what possessed him to take Ichigo captive, but he was very glad he did.

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I hoped everyone enjoyed! I love a forceful Kenpachi :D