Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

This is for vudupins birthday!!! Happy b-day =D

Summary: Kenpachi and Ichigo meet at fight club. Sex ensues (of course!) Many thanks to KitsuneKiri for beta’ing this!

Review Replies- Yakumo: Kenpachi certainly is one of a kind, isn’t he?
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Lynzee: Kenpachi is WAY hot… *drools*

Warnings!!! Violence, yaoi, smut, sex, the usual.

Fight Club

Ichigo shifted from foot to foot as he glanced around the dark basement. Men all around him where laughing or cracking their knuckles. Renji beside him was smiling gleefully and elbowing the orange haired man in the side.

“This is stupid Renji.”

“No, no! This is exactly what you fucking need man!”

“Tch.” Ichigo rolled his eyes.

“This is just a club based off of a movie.” A man near him heard and glared but Ichigo didn’t pay him any mind.

“You’ll like it, I promise.”

“I can kick your ass anytime I want, why should I drive out here to do the same thing?”

Renji’s answer never came because a voice in the center of the room cut him off.

“Everybody shut up!!!” It was a bald man with a twisted grin on his face. Ichigo looked at him curiously, wondering if this was the leader of this shin dig when a large man behind him stepped forward.

He must have been almost a foot taller than Ichigo and had black hair that was chopped jaggedly around shoulder length. His left eye had a scar running down it, but it didn’t look like it impaired his vision. His shirt was off and Ichigo tried not to eye the strong frame and reminded himself that this was a fight club, not a gay club.

“Most of you know the deal.” He had a deep and raspy voice that sent involuntary shivers down Ichigo spine.

“That’s Kenpachi Zaraki.” Renji whispered excitedly beside him.

“The first rule of fight club is that you do not talk about fight club.” Ichigo looked sideways at Renji who had the decency to look away.

“The second rule of fight club is that you DO NOT talk about fight club.” Kenpachi glared a little bit around the room and Ichigo snorted.
“Third rule, If someone says stop, taps out or goes limp, the fight is over.” A strange glint appeared in his eyes and Ichigo knew what Kenpachi thought of the ones who tapped out or said stop.

“Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight.”

Booooring.

“Fifth rule, only one fight at a time.” Snickers through the crowd made Ichigo roll his eyes again.

“Sixth rule, no shirt or shoes.” People had already begun to do that throughout the room and Renji nudged Ichigo to do the same.

“Seventh rule, Fights will go on as long as they have to. Eighth rule…” Ichigo felt his heart jump as golden eyes landed on him.

“If this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.”

And that was how Ichigo ended up pinned down to the cold cement floor with Kenpachi pummeling the shit out of him. Ichigo refused to tap him or say stop. Instead he grinned through bloody teeth and head butted the bastard right in his nose. Kenpachi was momentarily fazed and left himself defenseless for the moment that it took Ichigo to shove the large man off of him and bring his foot up to kick the bastard in the chest.

The fight club leader stagger slightly and Ichigo launched himself at him, knocking him onto his back with a grunt. He straddled the other man and began to punch the scarred face without hesitation. The crowd cheered him on with jeers and cheers but he barely heard. Blood rushed to his head and all he could hear was the roar of waves. Kenpachi managed to get a hold of one of his fists and threw Ichigo onto his stomach. Ichigo tried to scramble up again but the other man twisted his arm behind his back, making the bone creak threateningly, and shoved his face into the floor.

“Do you give?” Kenpachi growled into his ears.

Ichigo sit out a lob of blood and grinned. “Never.”

“Heh.” Kenpachi laughed and slammed his face into the cement. Ichigo felt his nose crack but didn’t say stop or tap the other man. He was either going limp or he was fucking winning. It only took one more slam against the floor and Ichigo blacked out. He didn’t know how long he was out for, but the next thing he knew, Renji was standing over him with that shit eating grin and shaking him awake.

“Yo! Took quite a beating there Ichi.”

“Shut up.” Ichigo mumbled hoarsely and winced as it jarred his pained mouth. He struggled to sit and took in his surroundings. He was still down in the basement but there was another fight going on now between baldy and some dark haired guy with a tattoo on his face.

“Figured you’d want to fix yourself or get your old man to do it for you, so no hospital.”

“Damn right.” Ichigo staggered to his feet and Renji caught his arm so he wouldn’t fall.

“You’re not bad for a newbie.” Ichigo turned around to face the speaker. Kenpachi grinned at him with a split lip and Ichigo grinned back. At least all his front teeth were still there.

“You’re not bad for an old man.”

Kenpachi grinned even wider and stepped forward to trace Ichigo bruised jaw with his fingers. Renji stiffened but Ichigo did nothing to stop the action and simply watched Kenpachi through glazed eyes.

“Come back anytime, Ichigo.”

Then the spell between them was broken as Renji shifted the orange head into a better position and nudged him to the stairs. Renji sent a wary glance back at Kenpachi who was watching Ichigo with a calculated gleam.

“Do you like him, Zaraki?” A man with black, bobbed hair next to him asked.

“Tch. Why do you ask?”

“He was rather beautiful before you hit him.” Yumichika sighed and glanced over at the stairs where the two men disappeared.

“I heard from Abarai that he isn’t as straight as he pretends.”

“Oh?” Kenpachi asked darkly.

“Ah…” Yumichika glanced at him and smirked, realizing that Kenpachi thought Renji and Ichigo were together and didn’t bother to correct him. It was more fun this way.

…

Fight Club became a regular thing for Ichigo. It wasn’t for the love of kicking ass, although that was enjoyable, but rather the chance to interact with Kenpachi. Sometimes they were beating each other to death and sometimes they watched the other fight. But most of the time they exchanged a few words and stood together in the crowd. Kenpachi didn’t seem to like Renji much, which terrified the red head and amused Ichigo.

One night Ichigo was on cleaning duty with Kenpachi, to clean up the blood, teeth and whatever else was lost in the fights, and they talked a lot more than they ever had before. Ichigo learned that the other man was actually only 28 years old, only 6 years older than him, and was the principal of a high school, which certainly explained his temper.

Kenpachi learned that Ichigo was a senior in college who was graduating in a few months and needed an outlet for all the stress. They talked about a lot of different things, which led them outside in a walk through an abandoned park that had many overgrown trees and rundown playgrounds.

“So what’s the deal with you and the pineapple?” Kenpachi asked gruffly as he kicked an old beer can half buried in the path.

“Are you his bitch or something?”

“Fuck off!” Ichigo yelled and punched Kenpachi in the jaw. The large man staggered back, rubbing his jaw and smirking.

“That’s what I want!” He tackled Ichigo and they landed together in a heap on the grass.

“Do you like taking it up the ass from that pansy?” Kenpachi said and delivered a sharp punch to Ichigo’s stomach, making the man grunt and curl up around the air knocking blow.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ichigo asked as he gasped for breath.

“I’m talking about you and Abarai!” Kenpachi lifted his fist again.

“STOP!” Kenpachi furrowed his brow; Ichigo never said that even when it was clear he could never win.

“Renji and I aren’t together!”

“What?” The other man asked in confusion.

“Ugh, get off.” Ichigo pushed at Kenpachi’s chest but he just growled and grabbed the smaller wrists, pinning them above his head.

“No. You aren’t with that pussy?”

“No! Of course not!” Ichigo wiggled in Kenpachi’s grasp and glared.

“Do you have a problem with gay people?”

“Tch, no.” Kenpachi blinked and then smirked.

“You’re not with Abarai…but you are gay?”

“That’s none of your fucking business.” Ichigo muttered and looked to the side, but his bright blush gave him away. Kenpachi chuckled and leaned down.

“That works for me, carrot top.”

“Oi- mph!” He was interrupted by Kenpachi leaning down and pressing their lips together. His eyes went wide and he screamed into the kiss but all that came out was a muffled moan. The larger man paid the protests no mind and continued to kiss him until the orange head relaxed and opened his mouth slightly to allow Kenpachi’s tongue entry. For a moment they enjoyed their exploration but Ichigo tilted his head away to gasp for breath when Kenpachi snuck a hand under his shirt.

“Hah…ah!” He cried out as his nipple was cruelly pinched.

“Stop that…” His only response was a bite to his neck. Then the hand pinning his above his head vanished and shoved down the back of his loose jeans.

“Bastard, I’m on top!” Ichigo said with a frown and pushed Kenpachi’s shoulder.

“Not with me you aren’t.” The dark haired man growled and then paused.

“Or with anyone else.” He specified and then stopped again with a frown.

“You better not do anything with anyone else.”

“We’re not doing this unless I’m on top!”

Kenpachi narrowed his eyes and then smirked. “Let’s fight for it then.”

“Wh…what?” Ichigo stared up at him with his mouth gaping.

“You heard me.”

Ichigo scowled up at the man and gave a sharp nod. “Fine.”

“Good.” There was no other cue to start. Both of them just started off swinging. Ichigo, who had the disadvantage of already being on bottom, took the opportunity to give a sharp uppercut to Kenpachi’s jaw and scramble out from underneath him. He didn’t hold anything back as he kicked the other man in the stomach as hard as he could.

Kenpachi staggered and nearly fell, but managed to get his balance and punch Ichigo hard in the stomach for the second time that evening. Kenpachi launched himself at the younger man and then it was a wrestling match as Ichigo struggled to get the upper hand while Kenpachi’s superior strength overwhelmed him.

The dark haired man twisted Ichigo’s arm behind his back and awkwardly undid Ichigo’s jeans while the younger man wiggled and squirmed furiously in an attempt to escape.

“I won.” Kenpachi breathed into Ichigo’s ear as he fumbled with his own belt and freed his erection.

“Do you give?”

Ichigo froze and swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Never.”

Kenpachi smirked. “Good boy.” He pressed two dry fingers into Ichigo’s ass, making the younger man cry out in pain and buck his hips forward.

“Never bottomed, huh?”

“Shut up.” Ichigo muttered and shifted to try and adjust to the fingers sliding in and out of him.

“Ever heard of lube?”

“Don’t got any.” Kenpachi said and licking Ichigo’s ear, nibbling on it lightly as he spread his fingers apart.

“Spit- ah!” Ichigo cried out as his prostate was found. “Spit…would be good…”

“Hm.” Kenpachi removed his fingers and released Ichigo’s arm. The orange haired boy sighed in relief and rolled onto his back while rubbing his arm.

“You better make this good for me bastard.”

“You better not say stop.”

“You better not go limp.” Ichigo shot back, trying to look a lot braver than he was when face with the large erection that was soon going to be inside of him.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Kenpachi grinned and then spit into the palm of his hand before stroking himself. “These are in the way.” He yanked Ichigo’s pants off the rest of the way and rolled them up before lifting the orange head’s hips up and shoving it underneath them.

Ichigo gulped as his legs were spread apart and Kenpachi guided his large erection to Ichigo’s entrance. His nails dug into the slimmer man’s hips as he pressed forward, groaning at the tight constriction surrounding him.

“AH!” Ichigo yelped at the not so surprising pain and tensed his muscles up.

“Ugh… Fuck that hurts…”

“Heh heh…” Kenpachi chuckled darkly into his ear and kissed his hair.

“You feel great.”

“AGH!” The younger man screamed as Kenpachi shoved into him the rest of the way.

“Asshole…” Ichigo muttered under his breath and gritted his teeth.

“Fuck, sto…”

Sharp teeth dug into his neck and he cried out again. “I told you not to say stop.”

“And I told you to make it good for me!” Ichigo yelled back furiously and lay back gasping as his body trembled.

“Tch, I’m not the one stupid enough to not relax.” Kenpachi growled and slid all the way out of his lover before thrusting back in sharply.

“Fuck…” Ichigo winced and tried to move his hips and legs into a more comfortable position that didn’t hurt so much but Kenpachi’s tight hold wouldn’t let him.

“It’s not like you’re in a position where you need to relax!” His foot twitched.

“And let go of me you bastard!”

“I don’t want you to escape.” The dark haired man muttered and moved one of his hands to stroke Ichigo’s flagging erection.

“Not going to happen…Ungh!” He threw his head back as pleasure shivered through him.

“Fuck, right there!”

“There?” Kenpachi thrust his hips forward at the same angle and watched curiously as Ichigo lifted his hips into it and moaned.

“Yes!”

“Heh…” Kenpachi did it again and again, smirking as he dragged cries of pleasure from his lover.

“You’re fucking hot like this, writhing beneath me.”

“Do you ever shut up!?” Ichigo cried in exasperation and locked his legs around Kenpachi’s waist.

“C’mon, fuck me like you mean it.”

“Remember that you asked for this.” Kenpachi muttered and pressed Ichigo’s knees to his chest as he prepared for the next attack.

“Yeah, yeah…holy fucking god!!!” Ichigo shrieked as Kenpachi slammed in and out of him harshly without faltering or pausing once.

“You like it?”

“Shit shit shit…” Ichigo cursed under his breath as his was torn open and his prostate was assaulted vigorously.

“What do you think bastard?”

“Hm.” Kenpachi leaned down and kissed him. They were both lucky nobody came across them as the large man continued to fuck the younger one into the ground while it was all he could do just to take it.

“You close?”

“Ha…ha…” Ichigo panted for breath and swallowed.

“Yeah…”

“Good.” Kenpachi jerked Ichigo off quickly in time to his thrusts.

“So fucking sexy…” He muttered more to himself and nipped Ichigo’s sweaty neck. The orange haired man stiffened first and let out a hoarse cry as he came all over his stomach. Kenpachi managed to thrust a few more times in and out of Ichigo’s tight, convulsing heat before he growled lowly and sunk his teeth into the other’s neck.

Ichigo concentrated on breathing in and out as well as trying to stay away while Kenpachi stroked his rapidly cooling skin. The orange haired man shivered and Kenpachi paused before rolling off of him and yanking Ichigo’s pants out from underneath him to dress the trembling man.

“Fuck I’m sore…” Ichigo muttered and pushed Kenpachi’s clumsy hands away to dress himself. Golden eyes watched him intently as he stood on shaky legs and nearly fell over when he tried to step into his pant legs.

“Let me.” Kenpachi muttered. Ichigo swallowed his pride and let Kenpachi balance him and pull his jeans up. He could have laughed at the serious look on his face while he did it, but decided that took too much energy.

“Stay with me?” The dark haired man asked and rested his forehead against Ichigo’s.

“What, here?”

“Course not, my place is near by.”

It only took a second for Ichigo to decide. “Sure.”

“Good.” Kenpachi coaxed Ichigo into leaning on him- knowing the other man would kill him if he tried to carry him.

“You know Ichi…”

“Hm?” Ichigo asked sleepily as Kenpachi unlocked his door and stepped inside his house.

“I’ve got lube here.”

Needless to say, Ichigo sustained more damage from Kenpachi outside of Fight Club than he ever did in it.

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This was done pretty quickly so I hope it’s all right!!! I'm not getting as many reviews any more... *cries* I still very much enjoy writing though!