Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

AS YOU GUYS CAN SEE Crush is back up, so I am posting the two chapters that you guys missed now!!!

Pairing: Kenpachi x Ichigo

Summary: It’s the middle of nowhere and Ichigo’s car is about to break down, but luckily there is an auto repair shop along the way. The only person working there is a mechanic by the name of Kenpachi takes Ichigo as payment for fixing it. Requested by Beautiful Disaster777.

Contains: Yaoi, sex, cursing, violence, and quite a bit of fluff near the end =3

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thank you!

Auto Repair

Ichigo cursed and slammed the heel of palm against the steering wheel. The car he was driving gave a cough and accelerated a little more but continued to make noises that made Ichigo scowl. Not to mention the exhaust was white, which Ichigo was certain it never looked like before.

“Come on baby, just a little longer.” Ichigo coaxed his little Kia wagon that sputtered its engine just to spite him. Ichigo could have cried in relief as he saw that there was an old beaten down store that had ‘AUTO REPAIR SHOP’ spray painted on a piece of old plywood.

If Ichigo didn’t know any better he would say that it was abandoned but there was a small house next to it that had all its lights on and the garage door was open. Ichigo turned his coughing car into the turn out and the car finally died, leaving him to roll the last couple of feet into it.

‘Thank you god.’ Ichigo muttered to himself despite not being religious and got out of the car. He just hoped that this place was willing to take credit cards. He got out of his dead vehicle and shielded his hand from the sun as he looked around. No one was there that he could see but he was hopeful as he walked into the garage.

“Hello?” He called out, looking around hopefully at all of the tools lying about as though one of them would magically materialize into a mechanic. “Is there anybody here?”

“What do you want?”

Ichigo swore he jumped a foot into the air as he was startled by the voice behind him. He turned around sharply and had to fight not to gape at the man who had spoken. He was well over six and a half feet tall (1) and had a scar running down the side of his face. His hair was long and black, pulled into a low ponytail at the base of his neck. Although Ichigo tried hard not to stare he couldn’t help but also notice that his eyes were a solid black that entranced Ichigo despite the man’s rough appearance.

He was wearing a ripped tank top that looked like it had been made into one out of an old shirt with a large skull on the front of it. It and the worn blue jeans he was wearing were covered in grease stains that added to Ichigo’s initial impression of the man being tough and gritty. He also seemed to be made of nothing but solid muscle and grit.

He took all of this in with one look and then snapped his eyes back to the man’s face while trying not to shiver at the expression on his face. “Um, hi, my car just broke down and I was wondering if you could fix it.”

The man continued to stare at him in a way that put Ichigo on edge. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but it felt like he could see straight into Ichigo’s soul.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing all the way out here?” The man asked and Ichigo glowered at him before he could help himself.

“I’m visiting my family.” Ichigo answered in an annoyed tone. “So can you do it?”

“Tch.” He turned away from Ichigo and walked out of the garage to eye the car. “You drive a pussy car.”

“Fuck you,” Ichigo snapped, again before he could stop the words. The man chuckled at that though so Ichigo relaxed.

“Pop the hood,” the man said and Ichigo slipped inside to do just do that. The man raised it up and put the long iron hook up to hold it while he looked inside. He grunted and then slammed it shut, making Ichigo jump. “Put it in neutral and steer it inside while I push.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if he could push it by himself but he decided against it. The muscular man could probably do it easily so instead he just did as he was told. As he assumed, the mechanic easily pushed the car inside, granted it as on flat dirt with nothing to obstruct him.

“I’m Ichigo by the way,” Ichigo said as he got out of the car.

“Ichigo Kurosaki.” He held out his hand which the mechanic took in a strong grip that would have had a lesser man crying out in pain.

“Kenpachi Zaraki. Are you Japanese, Strawberry?”

Ichigo scowled and his hold on Kenpachi’s hand tightened until he could feel the bones digging into his hand.

“It’s number one guardian,” he spat, making Kenpachi grin. The crushing grip on his hand strengthened and Ichigo almost hissed out loud. Instead he gave one last squeeze and released his hold.

Kenpachi grinned at him and Ichigo swallowed harshly. For some reason he felt drawn to the man and had to fight his urge to…become closer to him. He looked away from the probing dark eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“How much is this going to set me back?” Ichigo asked bluntly and Kenpachi glanced at the car before scratching the back of his head.

“For parts and labor, I’d say about 600 bucks.”

Inside of his head Ichigo screamed in irritation. He didn’t have that much cash on him and he was afraid to ask if the mechanic could take a credit card. However he did so all the same. “Do you take credit?”

Kenpachi looked far too gleeful as he answered. “Nope.”

Ichigo’s shoulders slumped and he cursed as he kicked the tire of his stupid car. That’s what he gets for buying the damned thing with his low budget. He dragged his hand through his bright orange hair and huffed in anger before turning back to Kenpachi.

“Is there any way I can pay you or do something in exchange for it?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth he regretted them because Kenpachi looked like he most certainly did have something he could do. Something that Ichigo probably wouldn’t like doing.

Ichigo wasn’t certain exactly what that something was until Kenpachi braced his hands on either side of Ichigo’s waist on top of the hood of his car. He had to lean down slightly to move his mouth close to Ichigo’s ear.

“I’m sure something could be arranged,” Kenpachi said huskily and Ichigo stiffened as Kenpachi’s strong body boxed him in. He was in the middle of nowhere and even if a car did pass by, which was unlikely, they wouldn’t be able to hear him calling out for help.

Kenpachi smirked as the realization crossed Ichigo’s face and laid his hand on Ichigo’s hip before running it up slowly to slip underneath the hem of Ichigo’s shirt. Ichigo shivered and clutched at the wiry forearms of Kenpachi and half-heartedly tried to push him away.

“What do you say, Number-One-Guardian?” The words were said mockingly but the hand that had moved to caress his bare back was not. “Unless you want to walk to the nearest gas station or shop. Which is thirty miles, if you wanted to know?”

Ichigo would never be able to do that…not with the limited water he had, not to mention it was already late in the afternoon and he wouldn’t make it there at a decent hour. He could hitchhike but he might be picked up by somebody who was even worse then this pervert, if that was possible.

He also didn’t want to admit to himself that his heart beating faster was because of his anger and nerves rather than excitement and anticipation. Nope, of course not, don’t be ridiculous. There was no way that he would actually be attracted to this rough man who was covered in grease and looked like he could snap Ichigo in half.

Besides, Ichigo wasn’t gay. He liked women. Especially… Ichigo actually couldn’t think of anyone he liked at the moment, besides Kenpachi, but that wasn’t the point! Oh, and now Kenpachi was nuzzling his neck right under his ear in a surprisingly gentle way that made Ichigo want to melt.

“I’ve never done this before,” Ichigo muttered and tried to push Kenpachi away against without avail, the man was build like a fricking rock! “I’m not gay.”

“Neither am I.” Kenpachi grunted, making Ichigo snort in disbelief.

“But I haven’t gotten laid in a very long time and you’re the most…captivating person I’ve ever seen.” Ichigo’s words got stuck in his throat as Kenpachi continued. “You’re strong and you carry yourself like a fighter. Most women are weak and I’ve never wanted a man before.”

Both hands were caressing Ichigo’s torso underneath his shirt now and Ichigo was shuddering at the touch. They found Ichigo’s scars from past fights and traced them curiously while Kenpachi had an intrigued look on his face.

“Let me fuck you.”

It wasn’t the most romantic thing that Ichigo had heard, but it was said in such a sensual and erotic way with his rough voice. It went straight to his groin and Ichigo was dismayed to find that he was getting hard despite not being touched there yet. He could feel Kenpachi’s own erection pressing against his stomach and found that he didn’t mind so much.

“I have a bed over at the house but I want to fuck you right here.” The tantalizing words made the fine hairs on the back of his neck rise and Ichigo’s hands that attempted to push him away instead relaxed.

“I might not be gay but I’m not an idiot,” Ichigo grumbled and looked up at Kenpachi who stared down at him.

“You need to prepare me for you to…fuck me and I doubt you have anything down here.” He scowled and cut off Kenpachi before he could reply. “There’s no way I will let you use any oil that’s here.”

“Is that a yes?” Kenpachi dragged his teeth over the flesh of Ichigo’s neck and sucked hard.

“Yes,” Ichigo managed to get out before he was abruptly lifted up and set on the hood of his car. Kenpachi wasted no time in fisting Ichigo’s soft hair and pressing their mouths together in a rough kiss. Ichigo was startled by the sudden ferociousness of Kenpachi although he knew he shouldn’t have expected him to start out slow and gentle.

Kenpachi pulled away just long enough to yank Ichigo’s shirt over his head. He took a moment to admire Ichigo’s body which was slim but covered in muscles. He also had several long, thick scars that he was usually self conscious about but he didn’t think Kenpachi would care.

That turned out to be true as Kenpachi paid special attention to the scars by licking, sucking and nipping at them with enthusiasm. His tongue laved a particularly long one that dragged down his shoulder and past his collar bone.

“Having such scars and still keep on living means you are strong,” Kenpachi mused and rubbed his thumb over Ichigo’s nipple, making Ichigo gasp. “We’re going to have to fight sometime.”

“I would, ugh,” Ichigo groaned as Kenpachi dropped down onto his knees and dipped his tongue into his belly button, “rather exchange a fight for it instead of sex.”

“Does it make you feel like a whore?” Kenpachi asked and stared up at him, making Ichigo frown.

“No,” he said shortly and wondered if Kenpachi thought of him like that.

“I’m not some toy to be- holy shit!” Kenpachi had taken the zipper of his jeans in between his teeth and dragged it down. “F-fuck you bastard, like hell you haven’t had sex in awhile!”

Kenpachi chuckled and undid the button of his jeans just as skillfully. “You flatter me, but I promise I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Ichigo wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew with this guy. He was perverted and skillful and DAMN was he good with that mouth. Kenpachi had pulled down his boxers and swallowed Ichigo to the hilt so easily and effortlessly that Ichigo questioned if he really had never been with a guy.

As Kenpachi bobbed his head and swallowed Ichigo’s erection he dragged his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He was apparently good at multi tasking because he managed to take Ichigo’s sneakers and the rest of his clothing off while still sucking on him.

It felt so good and Ichigo couldn’t deny it. He fisted Kenpachi’s hair and yanked the ponytail out to try and push his dick deeper into the depths of his mouth. Unfortunately for him that was when Kenpachi pulled away with a slurp and licked the corners of his mouth.

“You seem to be enjoying this a lot for someone who isn’t gay.” Kenpachi grinned at Ichigo smugly and rubbed his thumbs along Ichigo’s inner thigh and parting them.

“You’re pretty damn good at this for someone who isn’t gay.” Ichigo shot back and shuddered as Kenpachi’s black eye took on a golden sheen.

“Pretty damn good, huh?” Kenpachi asked and stood up only long enough to push Ichigo flat on his back on the hood of the car. Ichigo immediately felt tense and nervous at the position and it didn’t help that Kenpachi was not parting his thighs.

“Wait!” Ichigo yelled and sat up. “Fuck, I don’t know about this…” He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit he had picked up in high school.

“Are you scared?” Kenpachi asked from his kneeling position on the floor. It made Ichigo scowl in irritation and his anger rise.

“Who’s fucking scared!?”

Kenpachi gave a low dark laugh and shoved Ichigo on his back again and immediately dipped his head down. But this time it wasn’t Ichigo’s cock he was going for and Ichigo let out a startled yell in surprise.

“What the fuck!?” Ichigo tried to sit up but Kenpachi used his forearm to press down on his chest. “Get your tongue away from there! That cannot be hygienic!”

Kenpachi stopped long enough to lift his head and locked his eyes with Ichigo’s.

“There’s nothing down there but sweat from a long drive and the heat, and sweat is good. It’s a sign of exertion and hard work, and you don’t smell bad.” Kenpachi smirked and slowly moved his arm away from Ichigo’s chest. “Hold still or the deals off.”

Ichigo wanted to whimper but he didn’t. He tried to relax as Kenpachi spread his ass cheeks with his thumb and moved his tongue in between them once more. Ichigo tensed and fought not to squirm and pulls away when it prodded his entrance and then pushed it’s way inside.

This time Ichigo really did whimper and he quickly raised his hands to cover his mouth and throw his arm over his eyes. Kenpachi remained persistent, however and kept Ichigo’s legs apart despite his desire to clamp them tightly shut. He also moved one hand to pump Ichigo’s erection and Ichigo found that despite the initial awkwardness it felt…good.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” Ichigo chanted and began to press back against Kenpachi needily. “OH FUCK!”

Kenpachi pulled away and grinned manically before standing to move his fingers to Ichigo’s mouth.

“Suck on them so I can stretch you.” Ichigo hesitated and Kenpachi saw that so he pushed his fingers into Ichigo’s mouth by prying his teeth apart. Ichigo was tempted to bite down on them but he knew it wouldn’t do any good.

He decided that he wouldn’t be the only one to be in charge here. He may be putty in Kenpachi’s hand but he would make damn well certain that Kenpachi was as well. He gazed at Kenpachi lustily and swirled his tongue around the fingers. He sucked on them seductively and locked his legs around Kenpachi’s waist to press closer. He was lucky the stains on Kenpachi’s pants weren’t fresh and they had obviously been through the wash since they were created.

Kenpachi narrowed his eyes in suspicion at Ichigo’s actions and pulled his fingers out from his mouth.

“If your mouth feels lonely I can give you something else to suck on. Ichigo froze at those words and wondered what the hell he should do when Kenpachi laughed at him. “That’s what I thought, maybe another time.”

“What do you mean another- Fuck!” Ichigo didn’t finish his sentence because he was rudely interrupted by Kenpachi shoved his fingers up Ichigo’s ass. “Fucking hell that hurts! Get those out of me you bastard!”

“I guess you weren’t lying about not being gay, then,” Kenpachi said and disregarded Ichigo’s protests.

“Because with an ass like yours you could easily get anyone you wanted and there is no way you would be this tight.” He wiggled them around and made Ichigo cry out and arch his back against the hood of the car. “It’s a good thing I got to you first.

“I hate you,” Ichigo said darkly as he gritted his teeth and bore with the pain.

“You’re a fucking arrogant bastard and I h-hate you…” He stuttered as Kenpachi rubbed against a spot inside of him that made him feel pleasure he had never felt before. He tried not to let it show on his face but Kenpachi caught it immediately.

“If this is how you show people how you hate them I will have to lock you up here and do things to you to make you hate me even more.”

“Like hell you will!” Ichigo snarled and his body gave an involuntary jerk when the fingers were pulled out.

“Do you want to give me head or should I just use my own saliva?” Kenpachi asked bluntly and Ichigo gulped. He sat up swiftly but Kenpachi pressed him back down again. “Like I said before, another time.”

This time Ichigo didn’t attempt to question Kenpachi’s words. Instead he allowed Kenpachi to flip him over so his bare feet were on the ground once more and he was bent over the hood. He heard the sound of a zipper and began to tremble as it finally hit him what was about to happen. He was going to lose his virginity to a mechanic in exchange for getting his car fixed.

Kenpachi’s hands gently touched his side and rubbed up and down them soothingly before pulling away to spread his ass. Kenpachi must have already covered his cock in his saliva and not taken off all of his clothes because rough fabric rubbed against Ichigo’s skin. However he had enough to whip out his dick which felt slippery when it nudged against his hole.

Ichigo’s instinct kicked in and he panicked. He clawed at the hood of his car and tried to get away but it was already too late. Kenpachi had a firm hold on his hips and refused to let Ichigo move away and he penetrated him to the hilt in a single thrust. He was lucky there was no one around for miles before Ichigo’s responding scream would have drawn quite a lot of attention.

Despite wanting nothing more then to fucking Ichigo until he was raw and unable to stand let along walk, Kenpachi held still. He wasn’t completely cruel and after his rough entry into Ichigo’s virgin passage he figured Ichigo deserved a little time to get used to it.

He released Ichigo’s hips and braced his forearms on the car to lean down and kiss Ichigo in between the shoulder blades. Ichigo’s breath was ragged as he tried not to give in to the pain and pass out. Kenpachi began to press butterfly kisses over his shoulders and worked his way up Ichigo’s neck to his face. Ichigo wrinkled his nose when Kenpachi licked up his tears and tried to turn his head away but Kenpachi held his chin tightly.

“Even your tears are delicious.” Kenpachi practically purred the words in a deep sexy voice that went straight to Ichigo’s groin. His flagging erection twitched in interest once more as Kenpachi began to stroke it to hardness.

“I hate you,” Ichigo said again. He couldn’t think of any other way to describe how he was feeling at that moment.

Kenpachi paused at the words and the way they were said, so much different from before and a lot more serious. It affected him more then he wanted to admit so he pumped Ichigo a little faster while rocking his hips to coax Ichigo to open up wider.

“Hate me if you need to, but you’ll be saying something different by the time we’re done.” He had waited long enough and he wasn’t patient enough to not move when Ichigo was spread out so enticingly below him. He pulled until just the tip of his erection was still inside of him and slammed into him.

“Gh!” Ichigo’s hands scrambled and clawed futilely against the hood and his back arched at the pain. He took deep shuddered breaths and cried out when Kenpachi increased his pace. It was hell until Kenpachi found his prostate and his pain dulled in favor of pleasure. “Oh god!”

“Heh, I told you so,” Kenpachi said with a snicker. It was rough, it was painful, it was the best thing Ichigo had ever felt before. He felt like he was on cloud nine as Kenpachi pistoned in and out of him with powerful thrusts that would have sent him skidding across the hood if it wasn’t for the tight grip on Ichigo’s hips.

He wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the drive home, though. All that sitting…

Ichigo was jerked from his inner contemplation by Kenpachi lifting him up, while still inside of him, making Ichigo yell in protest and tug on Kenpachi’s hair. Kenpachi simply smirked and opened the back door of his car to ease Ichigo down onto it.

“At the rate we were going we would probably either dent the hood or dent you,” Kenpachi said in a tone that indicated exactly how he felt about that. “As tempting as that is, I want you to be able to go a few more rounds.”

Ichigo was so caught up in enjoying the less harsh surface on his back when Kenpachi’s words registered in his mind.

“A couple more rounds!?” He asked incredulously and Kenpachi grabbed Ichigo’s leg with one hand and the hood of the car with the other. He had one foot on the floor board of the car and one outside and actually lifted Ichigo’s lower half up to rock into him. Ichigo was left to arch his hips up with only his upper back and shoulders on the seat to stabilize him.

He forgot what he was in a huff about and cried out while digging his heals into Kenpachi’s ass to rock back into him. Ichigo never thought he would lose his virginity on and inside his car, but at the moment he wouldn’t have it any other way. Other than his neck getting sore.

“Fuck, Kenpachi, we need a different position or location,” Ichigo said through pants. “I’m really starting to hurt here.”

Kenpachi grunted in response and pulled out of him quickly, then he was flipped on his hands. Apparently it was the perfect height then for Kenpachi to penetrate him again with such speed that their skin slapping together actually stung.

“OH FUCK!!!” Ichigo screamed. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better Kenpachi was hitting his prostate with every thrust and he was able to brace himself on one elbow to jerk himself off.

“That’s it, baby,” Kenpachi growled and moved the hand on his hip to squeeze his ass in an almost…tender, manner. “You’re fucking me back like you were made for me.”

“Sh-shut up already,” Ichigo grumbled and purposefully clenched around Kenpachi in retribution. Kenpachi’s rhythm actually faltered slightly and Ichigo grinned smugly before Kenpachi released the hood of the car and set it on the back of the car seat to lean over Ichigo.

“You were made to be mine,” Kenpachi reiterated and his breath tickled Ichigo’s ear. “Don’t think I will let you go so easily.”

“Th-that’s…” Ichigo never managed to finish what ‘that’ was because Kenpachi bit down on his neck and pushed him over the edge. He came with a scream which sounded embarrassingly like Kenpachi’s name and Kenpachi chuckled.

“I won’t let you leave me,” Kenpachi said in a low voice that was almost a whisper and lapped at the wound he made while he buried himself as deep as he could into Ichigo repeatedly.

Ichigo whimpered and clawed at the upholstery with deep shudders until finally, yet somehow too quickly, he was filled with warmth and wetness. Ichigo first thought was it was disgusting, but that was just automatic. A second later he realized that it actually felt good against the inside of his raw and tender ass.

Kenpachi pulled out slowly and Ichigo winced in discomfort then grimaced at the trickled of fluid trickling down his leg. Then Kenpachi dragged him out of the car and threw him bodily over his shoulder. Ichigo screeched his complaint at the treatment and the pain the sudden movement caused, but Kenpachi wasn’t listening.

In fact, Kenpachi was actually whistling as he carried Ichigo out of the shop and to the house. Ichigo pounded on his back and demanded to be let down, but a harsh smack on the ass made him quiet down. The twitch of his spent cock may or may not have had something to do with it, as well.

When Kenpachi opened the door there was a bark and suddenly something was licking his feet. He giggled in a very manly way and wiggled around on Kenpachi’s shoulder while flailing and trying to get away from the dog.

“Down, Yachiru,” Kenpachi said and there was a whine as the dog did. “Good girl. Now stay out of the bedroom while I fuck Strawberry here some more.”

“Don’t call me strawberry!” Ichigo snarled, again, ignored, and was carried into the bedroom. He got a look at the dog, which was a golden retriever. A pink golden retriever. What the fuck!?

Kenpachi dropped him onto the bed and immediately grabbed his legs to pry them apart. Ichigo squeaked and clamped his legs together, making Kenpachi glower and brace his hands on either side of Ichigo’s head while staring down at him.

“You’re not finished paying me yet,” Kenpachi said in a menacing tone, but Ichigo wasn’t going to back down. Instead he scowled and rapped Kenpachi on the nose with his knuckles. Kenpachi looked comical as he pulled back and rubbed his nose with a surly expression on his face.

“Give me a chance to rest and some food first,” Ichigo said sternly and slipped out from underneath Kenpachi to go over to his dresser and yank out a t-shirt with ‘Metallica’ on the front. He slipped it on and it went almost to his knees. Kenpachi was gaping at him, but Ichigo didn’t care.

“I’ll call my family and let them know what happened while you take a shower and I cook something.” His eyes narrowed and he walked over to Kenpachi who had a sulky look on his face as he stood up.

He fisted the front of Kenpachi’s t-shirt and yanked him down for a kiss that was all teeth and no gentleness. Kenpachi melted like a puppy who had his ears scratched and embraced Ichigo tightly. Ichigo took a step back when Kenpachi started to lift the hem of his shirt but not before a quick, chaste kiss.

“Take a shower. You were inside of me and I don’t want to taste myself when I suck you off,” Ichigo said in a low voice and walked to the door to find the kitchen while swaying his hips. Something that was hard to do without wincing because of the bastard who was drooling at the sight of him.

“Right,” Kenpachi said and his voice cracked a little.

“Oh, and Kenpachi?” Ichigo said as he looked over his shoulder. Kenpachi raised an eyebrow.

“Hurry up, I eat fast.” He sashayed out the door with Kenpachi barely managing to control the urge to jump him.

Needless to say, they had sex so many times that many pain killers and ice packs barely touched or numbed Ichigo’s pain. But damn was he satisfied, Kenpachi too. The mechanic said that it was hard for someone to keep up with his libido and stamina, but Ichigo did so… not easily, but extremely pleasurably and well.

Then Ichigo found out that the oil light hadn’t gone off when it was low and he was driving the car with no oil. It was impossible to fix without replacing the entire engine. He screamed and yelled at Kenpachi in frustration and punched him in the jaw, which led to Kenpachi bending him over the car hood again, but this time not holding anything back.

Afterward, Kenpachi carried Ichigo into the shower and washed his hair and body while nuzzling his bright orange hair and gliding his fingers over the most recent marks he left.

“I’ll drive you to your family’s place,” Kenpachi said as he held Ichigo up with one hand and ran the wash cloth over Ichigo’s body, being extra carefully of the sensitive spots. Ichigo blinked water out of his eyes and peered up at him.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I just want to meet my boyfriend’s family,” Kenpachi stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Boyfriend!?” Ichigo yelled and Kenpachi nodded before pressing a kiss to Ichigo’s wet hair.

“Yeah… I forgot to ask, will you be my boyfriend?” Kenpachi asked seriously and looked down at Ichigo’s mind. Of course the asshole would assume something like that before asking Ichigo first. “This shop out here isn’t anything I want to stick with, I just stay out here because I needed a break from all the weaklings surrounding me.”

Ichigo couldn’t stop staring up at Kenpachi as he talked, with his mouth slightly open in shock.

“I actually own a chain of stores and I happen to have a shop near your college, so I figured it would be easier to move in together.” In between sex, eating and showering, Kenpachi and Ichigo had talked a lot. They got along really well and even when there was silence between them it wasn’t awkward but comfortable. Of course the topic of Ichigo’s college came up and his plans for the future… But why was Kenpachi rushing their relationship at the speed of light?

“Um, Kenpachi…”

Kenpachi cut him off before Ichigo could start to protest.

“We’re compatible in bed and outside of it. I know you inside and out by now and I don’t want you to get snagged by someone else. Don’t get your panties in a bunch… just consider the time we spend with your family as a trial run and then we’ll move in together.” Kenpachi said it so confidently and certainly that Ichigo couldn’t find the words to disagree.

“…Fine.”

They had celebratory sex that involved Ichigo bouncing on Kenpachi’s hard cock and Kenpachi hissing his name like he was a god. Sex with Kenpachi was also a mega stroke to his ego, but that was only partially why it was so damn good. His smokin’ hot bod’ might have contributed to that as well.

Isshin aka goat face aka old man aka dad got along very well with Kenpachi. The first thing he did was try to attack the man, Kenpachi, who dared to date his son at which point Kenpachi simply dodged the kick and grabbed his leg before throwing him into a wall. This earning Karin’s respect and Isshin’s stamp of approval.

Masaki took one look at the way Ichigo blushed around Kenpachi and looked up at him with love in his eyes while Kenpachi always kept his eyes on Ichigo with fondness and adoration in them as well as need. She smiled sweetly and shook Kenpachi’s hand with an iron grip that ground Kenpachi’s bones together. His eyes widened and he glanced over at Ichigo who smirked at him.

“I can see where Ichigo gets his strength,” Kenpachi muttered and then introduced Yachiru to Yuzu who instantly fell in love with the pink retriever. Ichigo’s family was sold, now all that was left was Ichigo.

They stayed in the same room and Ichigo’s parents didn’t make a fuss about it, simply got out the futon that was big enough for both of them to sleep on. That was the first night that they had slept together without having sex and Ichigo found it to be pleasant. He fell asleep with Kenpachi’s arm draped over his waist and woke up curled on his chest with their morning wood sliding against each other.

Ichigo blushed, stuttered, and scowled at Kenpachi’s smug expression, but he had actually enjoyed it. The rest of their week-long visit went just as well and Ichigo’s family was sad to see both of them go. The trip back to Kenpachi’s garage, which Kenpachi had boarded up before they left, was a quiet one. When they parked in the lot in front of it Kenpachi had a pained look on his face. He assumed that Ichigo wouldn’t accept him because of the quiet and he was trying to think of a way that it could still have him when Ichigo leaned over to kiss him. Kenpachi froze and Ichigo hummed into the kiss before languidly licking at Kenpachi’s lips and encouraging them to open.

Kenpachi finally jerked out of his dazed state and returned the kiss passionately. When they both pulled away the tents in their pants where becoming uncomfortable despite the lack of touching on either of their parts, literally.

“I’m not letting you go,” Ichigo said breathlessly and got out of the car to let Yachiru out. Kenpachi stayed in there for a few seconds and took in how beautiful Ichigo looked in the sunset, His Ichigo.

The next day Kenpachi reluctantly drove Ichigo back to his college. However it was only a temporary separation because Kenpachi drove like mad to get back to his shop and get the place packed up. Meanwhile Ichigo looked for an apartment suitable for both of them that allowed pets… Luckily he was friends with a guy named Shinji who owned an apartment complex and was happy to rent it out to Ichigo.

They moved in together despite Ichigo’s reservations about the man he hadn’t known very long, yet felt like he knew forever. The walls were fortunately sound proof or else they would have gotten lots and lots of complaints.

Ichigo graduated from college at the top of his class and entered grad school to become a doctor. After he got his PhD they moved back to Karakura and got a house together. Ichigo started took over his dad’s clinic since goat face was looking to retire anyways and he wouldn’t have to work weird hours at the hospital.

Yachiru unfortunately passed away from old age, but then Ichigo suggested that adopt. Neither of them were ready for kids and their work didn’t let them have nearly enough time for each other let alone a kid, so they settled for a collie-aussie mix that was too smart for his own good.

They were in love and nothing would or could ever change that. When their friends asked how they met, both would just shrug and grin at each other before saying ‘auto repair.’

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Whew! That was a bit of a long one, but I was really inspired to write some KenIchi =3

Thank goodness for my Bleach character book =D It says Kenpachi is 6’7” and Ichigo is 5’9”. Alright I know I say this a lot…but I really do think Kenpachi has a crush on Ichigo in canon.