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Adult ++
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Tears of Rain
Both benihime. chan and grimmjowlover6 requested a KenpachixIchigo of the anniversary of Masaki’s (Ichigo’s mom) death, so here it is. A bit of OOC on Kenpachi’s part but I couldn’t see a way around it…
NeonOranges: Don’t worry! Although I love reviews, I do not demand them in exchange for the next chapter. I’m glad that you like them though =D
Tiramisu: I love Fight Club, both the movie and the book. Both are so well done.
Lynzee: I might do a foursome between them, but it would more likely be in the Crush Uke Ichigo Collection than here because there are two more people…
Nusku: Kenpachi+Ichigo+hot mad sex= nose bleed X3
VioletEyes: haha, I wonder if I’m gonna get kicked out of the club for talking about it? Maybe I should start up a ‘women’ fight club.
HoneBar: I’m glad that I have converted you to the yumminess that is Kenpachi and Ichigo. I would REALLY love to read more on this pairing.
Yaoizzz: Another converted! I’m happy that this pairing is getting more love now!
ShadowofLight: I really like that plot idea. I’ve been thinking of doing a kind of mommy!Ichigo story, but I haven’t been able to force my mind into the groove…maybe this (kind of mommy!Ichigo) will get the sparks flying.
KitsuneKiri beta’d this one for me, thank you!!!
Tears of Rain
The first thing that tipped Kenpachi off that something was wrong with Ichigo was when the orange haired boy smiled. It was obviously forced and his eyes turned into little half moons as he closed off all emotion. That simple action stirred something inside Kenpachi that he had tried so hard to contain when around the substitute Shinigami.
Kenpachi Zaraki of the Eleventh Division of the Thirteen Protection squads was currently appointed to Karakura town due to the increase of hollow activity in the area. A normal Shinigami plus Ichigo and his friends were having trouble keeping up with all of it, so Kenpachi was stationed there. One, because he was strong. Two, because he was familiar with Ichigo and the others. Three, he had a lot of accumulated vacation time they were forcing him to take in Karakura town. And fourth, and most important, he requested it.
To most, the large, blood-crazy Shinigami captain seemed obsessed with only one thing. Fighting. So when Kurosaki Ichigo came into the picture, it was natural that Kenpachi was obsessed with the beautiful fighter as well. Only that obsession quickly lost its meaning with fighting, and took deeper roots in Kenpachi’s affection for the vizard. Which also was obsessive.
Of course, ‘most’ people also didn’t know about the change in Kenpachi’s interest in their hero ryoka. Some did, and kept watch on their interactions warily for fear of how far the eleventh division captain would take it, however their fears were shallow. Kenpachi wished for the best for Ichigo, and would never permanently damage him. What were a few fights every now and again?
So when Kenpachi noticed that something was wrong with his not-so-secret love, he wanted to find out what that something was, and destroy it so it could never hurt him again.
He easily found Ichigo, using his Ichi-senses, sitting on the riverbed and staring blankly into the moving water.
“What are you doing sulking around here for?” Kenpachi asked gruffly. The orange haired teen blinked and turned to glance at him.
“Nothing.” He muttered and drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face against them.
Kenpachi didn’t hesitate to drop to the ground next to him and glance over at the ryoka who looked warm and stunning in the soft yellow glow of the fading sun. Both of them were silent. Kenpachi waited for Ichigo to relax in his presence as he often did when Ichigo realized the dark haired man wasn’t looking for a fight.
“This is where she died…” Ichigo trailed off, speaking more to himself than Kenpachi who wisely said nothing. “Where she was killed by a hollow.”
Despite what people thought, Kenpachi wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together. He knew that a random soul’s death wouldn’t affect Ichigo this much. And that while he knew Ichigo had a father, his mother was absent…
“She died saving me…because of me she’s dead…it’s my fault…” The last part came out as a strangled sob. Kenpachi frowned heavily and his eyes narrowed. Not really thinking about it he reached an arm around Ichigo’s slim waist and dragged the teen into his lap. Ichigo tensed slightly, and then shifted so his legs were on either side of Kenpachi’s and rested his head on the large man’s chest.
“It’s not your fault.” Kenpachi said in a low, rough tone and shifted his fingers through Ichigo’s hair. “Don’t you think she would have died happy…knowing that she had saved you?”
Ichigo shrugged and kept his face buried against Kenpachi’s chest, who could feel his shirt dampening from Ichigo’s tears. “You should never forget what she meant to you, and her sacrifice, but don’t you think it’s time to move on?”
“Move on?” Ichigo mumbled into his chest.
“There are other things you can concentrate on…”
Ichigo gave a sharp laugh and pushed away so he was still straddling Kenpachi but wasn’t leaning against him. “You mean fighting?”
“No, I mean this.” Kenpachi didn’t give Ichigo a chance to protest as he crushed the younger man against him and kissed him.
“Mgh!” Ichigo’s brown eyes were wide with surprise as he squirmed against the larger man.
Kenpachi pulled away and smirked at the stunned man. “Let me help you forget.”
Ichigo inhaled sharply as the 11th division captain rolled his hips up. “Mm…”
“Nobody else makes me want to become stronger like you do.” Kenpachi murmured and tilted Ichigo’s head back to place open mouthed, wet kisses on his neck.
“Let me.”
“Yes.” The orange haired vizard hissed and arched his back into the touch. Ichigo wanted this, wanted to be free of the despair that clouded him even when it wasn’t this particular day. And he wanted Kenpachi to be the one who would do all of that.
Kenpachi eagerly took up his reply and began to hastily undo Ichigo’s belt. “What, here?”
“Why not?”
“Anybody could come by and see us!”
“Hm…don’t care.” Kenpachi went for Ichigo’s belt again but his hands were slapped away.
“Well I do!” The angry scowl on Ichigo’s face would have had a lot more effect if he wasn’t straddling Kenpachi at the time with his hands planted firmly on his hips.
“Let’s go to Urahara’s then.”
Being slung over Kenpachi’s shoulder and carried through the streets was pretty embarrassing, but the brunette didn’t seem to care despite Ichigo’s loud protests and hitting his shoulder. Kenpachi also didn’t seem to care that he was bluntly asking Urahara Kisuke to use the training room for sex.
At that point Ichigo was hiding his face with his hands and refused to respond to Kisuke’s laughter or the smack on his ass that the captain delivered.
“Perhaps he will be good for young Kurosaki.” Urahara mused to Tessai.
“I think Ichigo is going to need some of my special healing cream when they get finished.” Tessai muttered to himself.
“Ah, I think Kenpachi would prefer to take care of Ichigo himself.” Urahara said with a sweat drop.
“Yes, you’re right.”
Kisuke sighed in relief. He didn’t want to know what the ‘healing cream’ would have done to poor Ichigo.
Down in the basement, Kenpachi was pulling Ichigo’s clothes off in between deep kisses and groping hands. Ichigo broke away gasping for breath and moaned as he was lowered to the ground. His dark haired lover swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and tucked it underneath Ichigo’s head before ripping off what remained of the orange haired vizard’s clothing.
“Ichigo.” The captain murmured his name as his mouth trailed down his lightly scarred torso and swirled his tongue around the lithe man’s belly button.
“Fuck…” Ichigo wiggled slightly, small stones dug into his bare skin, making it slightly uncomfortable.
“You’re the one who chose the spot.” Kenpachi reminded as he sucked his own fingers into his mouth and then spread Ichigo’s legs apart.
“There’s more privacy here.” Ichigo mumbled and hissed when two fingers slid into his entrance.
Ichigo wasn’t thinking about anything but the pain when he was stretched open. Then he wasn’t thinking about anything but the pleasure when those two fingers pressed down against his prostate and his body arched into Kenpachi.
Kenpachi undid his pants and toed them off before leaning back against one of the boulders. He dragged Ichigo onto his lap so that his back wouldn’t be scraped against the rough ground and spit onto his hand to slick up his erection.
“Concentrate only on me.” Kenpachi spoke huskily into his ear as he lined himself up to Ichigo’s entrance and rubbed the head of his cock against the puckered flesh. Ichigo inhaled sharply as the dark haired captain pushed his hips down and finally thrust inside of him.
“Ah!”
“Sh…” Kenpachi brushed his lips against the orange hair as he steadily pressed inward, stretching Ichigo wide apart with his large erection.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” Ichigo threw his head back and let out a hoarse cry as Kenpachi forced him down the rest of the way. “Shit!”
“Does it hurt?”
“What do you think bastard?!” The lithe man shifted to try and find a comfortable position and hissed in pain.
“You aren’t exactly delicate or fragile, but you are definitely sensitive.” Kenpachi commented while running his hands up and down Ichigo’s back. “Who are you thinking of now?”
“You…” Ichigo moaned out as he slowly got used to the painful intrusion and leaned back to brace his hands on Kenpachi’s knees. He slowly lifted his hips, biting his lips to stifle the sound of discomfort.
“Say my name, Ichigo.” Kenpachi purred and held Ichigo’s hips firmly before aiding the up and down motion.
Ichigo drew in a ragged breath as Kenpachi began to move fast.
“Kenpachi.” He tried to keep up with the speed and strength of Kenpachi’s arms raising him up and down but Ichigo’s arms soon started to shake from the euphoria that swept through him. “Ken…Kenpachi!”
“Yes, that’s it.” Kenpachi growled. Ichigo whimpered and dropped his head to Kenpachi’s chest, wrapping one arm around his neck while the other moved down to stroke his erection.
It didn’t take long for Ichigo who was young and inexperienced to come, crying Kenpachi’s name. Kenpachi continued to thrust into the limp body slumped against him and muffled his own pleasure against Ichigo’s sweaty shoulder. Ichigo only stirred slightly as the warm liquid filled him and gave a low moan when Kenpachi carefully pulled out of him.
He shifted Ichigo so he was cradled in his arms and kissed him languidly, dragging a sleepy response from the orange haired vizard.
“Ichigo.” He whispered softly. “I love you.”
“Kenpachi…” Ichigo fell asleep, his last thoughts of his lover. Kenpachi simply stared at him for a little while before shifting into a more comfortable position.
“You don’t have to forget about her, just remember that she isn’t the only one who is precious to you...I can only hope that I am now considered such.”
LINE
This was a hard one to write because I kept getting interrupted D: But I’m glad I managed to write it in time!!!
NeonOranges: Don’t worry! Although I love reviews, I do not demand them in exchange for the next chapter. I’m glad that you like them though =D
Tiramisu: I love Fight Club, both the movie and the book. Both are so well done.
Lynzee: I might do a foursome between them, but it would more likely be in the Crush Uke Ichigo Collection than here because there are two more people…
Nusku: Kenpachi+Ichigo+hot mad sex= nose bleed X3
VioletEyes: haha, I wonder if I’m gonna get kicked out of the club for talking about it? Maybe I should start up a ‘women’ fight club.
HoneBar: I’m glad that I have converted you to the yumminess that is Kenpachi and Ichigo. I would REALLY love to read more on this pairing.
Yaoizzz: Another converted! I’m happy that this pairing is getting more love now!
ShadowofLight: I really like that plot idea. I’ve been thinking of doing a kind of mommy!Ichigo story, but I haven’t been able to force my mind into the groove…maybe this (kind of mommy!Ichigo) will get the sparks flying.
KitsuneKiri beta’d this one for me, thank you!!!
Tears of Rain
The first thing that tipped Kenpachi off that something was wrong with Ichigo was when the orange haired boy smiled. It was obviously forced and his eyes turned into little half moons as he closed off all emotion. That simple action stirred something inside Kenpachi that he had tried so hard to contain when around the substitute Shinigami.
Kenpachi Zaraki of the Eleventh Division of the Thirteen Protection squads was currently appointed to Karakura town due to the increase of hollow activity in the area. A normal Shinigami plus Ichigo and his friends were having trouble keeping up with all of it, so Kenpachi was stationed there. One, because he was strong. Two, because he was familiar with Ichigo and the others. Three, he had a lot of accumulated vacation time they were forcing him to take in Karakura town. And fourth, and most important, he requested it.
To most, the large, blood-crazy Shinigami captain seemed obsessed with only one thing. Fighting. So when Kurosaki Ichigo came into the picture, it was natural that Kenpachi was obsessed with the beautiful fighter as well. Only that obsession quickly lost its meaning with fighting, and took deeper roots in Kenpachi’s affection for the vizard. Which also was obsessive.
Of course, ‘most’ people also didn’t know about the change in Kenpachi’s interest in their hero ryoka. Some did, and kept watch on their interactions warily for fear of how far the eleventh division captain would take it, however their fears were shallow. Kenpachi wished for the best for Ichigo, and would never permanently damage him. What were a few fights every now and again?
So when Kenpachi noticed that something was wrong with his not-so-secret love, he wanted to find out what that something was, and destroy it so it could never hurt him again.
He easily found Ichigo, using his Ichi-senses, sitting on the riverbed and staring blankly into the moving water.
“What are you doing sulking around here for?” Kenpachi asked gruffly. The orange haired teen blinked and turned to glance at him.
“Nothing.” He muttered and drew his knees up to his chest and buried his face against them.
Kenpachi didn’t hesitate to drop to the ground next to him and glance over at the ryoka who looked warm and stunning in the soft yellow glow of the fading sun. Both of them were silent. Kenpachi waited for Ichigo to relax in his presence as he often did when Ichigo realized the dark haired man wasn’t looking for a fight.
“This is where she died…” Ichigo trailed off, speaking more to himself than Kenpachi who wisely said nothing. “Where she was killed by a hollow.”
Despite what people thought, Kenpachi wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together. He knew that a random soul’s death wouldn’t affect Ichigo this much. And that while he knew Ichigo had a father, his mother was absent…
“She died saving me…because of me she’s dead…it’s my fault…” The last part came out as a strangled sob. Kenpachi frowned heavily and his eyes narrowed. Not really thinking about it he reached an arm around Ichigo’s slim waist and dragged the teen into his lap. Ichigo tensed slightly, and then shifted so his legs were on either side of Kenpachi’s and rested his head on the large man’s chest.
“It’s not your fault.” Kenpachi said in a low, rough tone and shifted his fingers through Ichigo’s hair. “Don’t you think she would have died happy…knowing that she had saved you?”
Ichigo shrugged and kept his face buried against Kenpachi’s chest, who could feel his shirt dampening from Ichigo’s tears. “You should never forget what she meant to you, and her sacrifice, but don’t you think it’s time to move on?”
“Move on?” Ichigo mumbled into his chest.
“There are other things you can concentrate on…”
Ichigo gave a sharp laugh and pushed away so he was still straddling Kenpachi but wasn’t leaning against him. “You mean fighting?”
“No, I mean this.” Kenpachi didn’t give Ichigo a chance to protest as he crushed the younger man against him and kissed him.
“Mgh!” Ichigo’s brown eyes were wide with surprise as he squirmed against the larger man.
Kenpachi pulled away and smirked at the stunned man. “Let me help you forget.”
Ichigo inhaled sharply as the 11th division captain rolled his hips up. “Mm…”
“Nobody else makes me want to become stronger like you do.” Kenpachi murmured and tilted Ichigo’s head back to place open mouthed, wet kisses on his neck.
“Let me.”
“Yes.” The orange haired vizard hissed and arched his back into the touch. Ichigo wanted this, wanted to be free of the despair that clouded him even when it wasn’t this particular day. And he wanted Kenpachi to be the one who would do all of that.
Kenpachi eagerly took up his reply and began to hastily undo Ichigo’s belt. “What, here?”
“Why not?”
“Anybody could come by and see us!”
“Hm…don’t care.” Kenpachi went for Ichigo’s belt again but his hands were slapped away.
“Well I do!” The angry scowl on Ichigo’s face would have had a lot more effect if he wasn’t straddling Kenpachi at the time with his hands planted firmly on his hips.
“Let’s go to Urahara’s then.”
Being slung over Kenpachi’s shoulder and carried through the streets was pretty embarrassing, but the brunette didn’t seem to care despite Ichigo’s loud protests and hitting his shoulder. Kenpachi also didn’t seem to care that he was bluntly asking Urahara Kisuke to use the training room for sex.
At that point Ichigo was hiding his face with his hands and refused to respond to Kisuke’s laughter or the smack on his ass that the captain delivered.
“Perhaps he will be good for young Kurosaki.” Urahara mused to Tessai.
“I think Ichigo is going to need some of my special healing cream when they get finished.” Tessai muttered to himself.
“Ah, I think Kenpachi would prefer to take care of Ichigo himself.” Urahara said with a sweat drop.
“Yes, you’re right.”
Kisuke sighed in relief. He didn’t want to know what the ‘healing cream’ would have done to poor Ichigo.
Down in the basement, Kenpachi was pulling Ichigo’s clothes off in between deep kisses and groping hands. Ichigo broke away gasping for breath and moaned as he was lowered to the ground. His dark haired lover swiftly pulled his shirt over his head and tucked it underneath Ichigo’s head before ripping off what remained of the orange haired vizard’s clothing.
“Ichigo.” The captain murmured his name as his mouth trailed down his lightly scarred torso and swirled his tongue around the lithe man’s belly button.
“Fuck…” Ichigo wiggled slightly, small stones dug into his bare skin, making it slightly uncomfortable.
“You’re the one who chose the spot.” Kenpachi reminded as he sucked his own fingers into his mouth and then spread Ichigo’s legs apart.
“There’s more privacy here.” Ichigo mumbled and hissed when two fingers slid into his entrance.
Ichigo wasn’t thinking about anything but the pain when he was stretched open. Then he wasn’t thinking about anything but the pleasure when those two fingers pressed down against his prostate and his body arched into Kenpachi.
Kenpachi undid his pants and toed them off before leaning back against one of the boulders. He dragged Ichigo onto his lap so that his back wouldn’t be scraped against the rough ground and spit onto his hand to slick up his erection.
“Concentrate only on me.” Kenpachi spoke huskily into his ear as he lined himself up to Ichigo’s entrance and rubbed the head of his cock against the puckered flesh. Ichigo inhaled sharply as the dark haired captain pushed his hips down and finally thrust inside of him.
“Ah!”
“Sh…” Kenpachi brushed his lips against the orange hair as he steadily pressed inward, stretching Ichigo wide apart with his large erection.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” Ichigo threw his head back and let out a hoarse cry as Kenpachi forced him down the rest of the way. “Shit!”
“Does it hurt?”
“What do you think bastard?!” The lithe man shifted to try and find a comfortable position and hissed in pain.
“You aren’t exactly delicate or fragile, but you are definitely sensitive.” Kenpachi commented while running his hands up and down Ichigo’s back. “Who are you thinking of now?”
“You…” Ichigo moaned out as he slowly got used to the painful intrusion and leaned back to brace his hands on Kenpachi’s knees. He slowly lifted his hips, biting his lips to stifle the sound of discomfort.
“Say my name, Ichigo.” Kenpachi purred and held Ichigo’s hips firmly before aiding the up and down motion.
Ichigo drew in a ragged breath as Kenpachi began to move fast.
“Kenpachi.” He tried to keep up with the speed and strength of Kenpachi’s arms raising him up and down but Ichigo’s arms soon started to shake from the euphoria that swept through him. “Ken…Kenpachi!”
“Yes, that’s it.” Kenpachi growled. Ichigo whimpered and dropped his head to Kenpachi’s chest, wrapping one arm around his neck while the other moved down to stroke his erection.
It didn’t take long for Ichigo who was young and inexperienced to come, crying Kenpachi’s name. Kenpachi continued to thrust into the limp body slumped against him and muffled his own pleasure against Ichigo’s sweaty shoulder. Ichigo only stirred slightly as the warm liquid filled him and gave a low moan when Kenpachi carefully pulled out of him.
He shifted Ichigo so he was cradled in his arms and kissed him languidly, dragging a sleepy response from the orange haired vizard.
“Ichigo.” He whispered softly. “I love you.”
“Kenpachi…” Ichigo fell asleep, his last thoughts of his lover. Kenpachi simply stared at him for a little while before shifting into a more comfortable position.
“You don’t have to forget about her, just remember that she isn’t the only one who is precious to you...I can only hope that I am now considered such.”
LINE
This was a hard one to write because I kept getting interrupted D: But I’m glad I managed to write it in time!!!