The Crumbling World

Yeah so I got my first ‘flame’ from somebody with the anonymous username ‘dead’ on aff.net. This is what they said “do you even have an idea of who kenpachi is?yor writing is crap and you have no understanding of the characters or even how to write. make us all happy and just stop. now.” That’s what they wrote exactly. I mean hello? Uh, the warnings are clear and lots of people love my stories, so why don’t you get off your fucking high horse. It’s not like the world is going to implode because I write KenpachixIchigo stories. If you don’t like it, THEN DON’T READ IT!!! (And really, at least I use proper spelling and punctuation.) Although sometimes my grammar is off. But whatever. Sorry for ranting, but that really pissed me off.


The Crumbling World: Chapter 7

Ichigo’s POV

We didn’t go back to the original camp because Aizen’s men had discovered it. Instead we camped by a river for that night. It was slightly uncomfortable because my only alternative to being tied up was sleeping on Kenpachi. Yes, sleeping //on// him. Instead of lying next to him like I had before, I ended up with my head resting against his chest and his arms curled around my back. It wasn’t so much of a discomfort, but rather an embarrassment of my body’s reaction to his. I almost preferred being tied up.

Third Person POV

Yumichika and Ikkaku thought it was hilarious. They loved seeing Ichigo in such an uncomfortable position, as well as how much Kenpachi himself was enjoying it. A little bit too much. They both shared a glance as Kenpachi’s hand settled on the sleeping Ichigo’s back and stroked the bare skin. Ichigo sighed at the touch and cuddled closer to the large outlaw in his sleep, rubbing his head against the strong chest.

So cute.

Kenpachi’s POV

It was troublesome that we had to move from our old camp, but necessary. The morning after spending the night with (the unfortunately attractive) Ichigo curled on my chest, I sent Yumichika and Ikkaku to pick up the stragglers and Yachiru so we could find a new place to set up base. I didn’t dare go back with them since Aizen’s men would know where to look and might snatch up Ichigo again. I may be able to fight them off, but I didn’t want them snatching the tangerine-locked beauty again.

That boy really is too much of a temptation. As soon as we regroup I’m going to send out another messenger and make sure that those rich nobles actually get the ransom note. Right now I really wanted to touch him, to taste him. It was my desire for him more than the desire for the money that drove me to take him back from Grimmjow. The idea of somebody else touching him consumes me with rage.

I watch him as we walk. The sun filtered softly through the trees and cast a warm glow on his face. Shit. I’m no fucking poet, but it’s no wonder that Grimmjow wanted him. Not to mention his fiery personality was such a turn on.

He looked confused at the sound of thunder and running water that grew louder and louder. I stopped him as we finally came to the place he and I were going to stay temporarily. He stood there, staring in awe-struck as he took in the magnificent view of the waterfall. It was a sight to behold, water pounding down heavily from the river, mist forming small rainbows as the light hit it. Further away from where the water fell, it was so clear you could see the rocks and small fish swimming.

“We’re going to get wet.” I said to him with a smirk. He furrowed his eyebrows at me in confusion. “You’ll see.”

I started toward the waterfall and glanced back to make sure Ichigo was coming. He eyed me uncertainly but followed anyways. I walked up to the water and sat down, tugging my boots off. He watched me with a frown but didn’t do anything. “How good are you at swimming?”

“What!?” His eyes bugged out of his head.

“We’re going to be going there.” I gestured towards the falling water. “Can you swim at least?”

“Uh… Only a little.” He looked a little embarrassed at his proclamation of weakness.

“Take off your clothes.”

“What!?” He screeched again and backed away.

“Clothes will drag you down. Shoes too. Take them off.” He still looked a little unsure, but he pulled shirt above his head, allowing me to see his surprisingly toned torso. His muscles were long and lean rather than bulky, but they fit his sinewy frame nicely. He must have noticed me staring because he turned scarlet and crossed his arms over his chest.

I forced myself to look away and tied my boot’s laces together, looping them around my neck. When I finally glanced over at Ichigo again he was just wearing a pair of boxers and a blush. I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks. He scowled at me and looked to the side.

“I’ll carry your stuff. It won’t hinder me.” Ichigo held out his clothes and I took them from him, allowing my fingers to brush against his soft noble’s hands. His eyes widened in shock as a spark jumped between us. I shivered and stepped away, shoving his clothes in my water-proof pack. I don’t care if my clothes get wet, so I didn’t bother taking mine off. With that I stepped into the cool water, not yet warmed by the sun long enough to be anything but chilly. Ichigo walked in after me, yelping and jumping back out.

I laughed at him openly. “Don’t be a wuss.” He glowered at me and stepped in, flinching but continuing on. I kicked off the bottom and gave a few strokes in the direction of the waterfall I could hear his splashed behind me as we grew closer. I stopped where the water became more violent and waited for him to catch up. “We’re going under here.” He looked at me in confusion. “Just trust me. And wrap your arms around my shoulders; I don’t want you to get pushed under by the force of it.”

He swam closer to me and timidly laid his hands around my shoulders before sliding them around to my chest. I was glad I was wearing a shirt because the sensation of our skin touching might have been the end of my patience.

Instead of ripping off the remains of his clothing and fucking him I ducked under the waterfall and swam through the pounding water. His arms tightened their hold on me and then I was breaking through the surface again. It was dark in the cave and I could hear Ichigo spluttering behind me. With ease I found the shore line and pulled myself and him out of the water. I could feel him squirming behind me as he slid down and his feet scrambled to find solid ground. I felt the ground carefully and grinned as I came across the torches. I searched through my pack quickly and brought my flint together, lighting it and allowing light into the cave.

Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Now I could see Ichigo’s wet form, boxers clinging to his body like a second skin. I could see the outline of his penis through them and wanted nothing more than to walk over there and ravish him. My control was snapping. I lodged the end of the torch in between the rocks and stripped my soaking wet clothes off, enjoying the way Ichigo’s eyes took in my form and glanced away.

Shit, they better get back soon or I’m going to fuck him into the stone.

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Right, that’s it for now!!! Smut is coming up soon, maybe in the next chapter. >:D

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