Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
24,808
Reviews:
126
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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Possession: Part 2
WARNING!!! Not to be read by underage readers! Contains sex and blood!
It is all consensual sex, though. No rape.
Possession: Part 2/3
Ichigo and Kenpachi had a weird relationship, but a relationship. Kenpachi had to be coaxed about a lot of things in their relationship. For instance, Ichigo just recently convinced Kenpachi to use lube. Kenpachi had been very dubious at first- considering it to be ‘sissy’- but when he slid in and Ichigo’s eyes widened, excepting the intrusion without a lot of balking and fighting, it was worth it. After that, Kenpachi had actually gone out of his way to make sex pleasurable for Ichigo. Not that he hadn’t before, but perhaps fucking Ichigo like he was fighting him wasn’t always the best way to go about it. There were times and places for that (like in the training grounds with no one around) but sex just for sex was good, too.
A few people weren’t surprised when their relationship came out, but a lot were wondering how the hell Kenpachi of all people, was able to snag the lovely Death Berry. When they asked, Kenpachi responded “I fought tooth and nail for it, and he had the marks to prove it.” Soon they stopped asking.
So it was commonly known that Kenpachi and Ichigo were a couple. This was why Kenpachi was very confused why Abarai Renji of all people was hitting on his Ichigo. It was true. Ichigo was sitting there, being his oblivious self, as that tattooed freak wrapped an arm around his shoulder and said something into his ear. Kenpachi quickly rectified the situation by yanking Ichigo away from the red head and punching Abarai swiftly in the jaw before throwing his berry of his shoulder. Ichigo beat at his back and cursed at him, asking what the fuck he was doing and why he punched Renji. The stupid fucker was lucky Kenpachi hadn’t killed him.
Kenpachi tossed Ichigo onto the bed and ripped off his clothes. Ichigo had no choice but to go along with the ride, he figured Kenpachi had just wanted sex, and punched Renji for whatever fucked up reason. However, he did get a little worried when Kenpachi took off his eye patch. Usually that meant a couple of days of walking funny while Kenpachi watched him with a happy glow.
But Kenpachi carefully prepared him with lube and made sure he was covered in it before he pressed in so Ichigo didn’t worry about it. Ichigo twitched at the familiar pain, but spread his legs wider and lifted them slightly so the penetration was easier. It always got better. Soon they were both as into it as normal with Kenpachi’s familiar reiatsu mingling with his own soothingly. Ichigo learned before that the key to having sex with Kenpachi was not fighting his enormous reiatsu like it was threatening, but instead letting it encompass his own- it always made the experience so much more intense and electrifying.
When Kenpachi thought Ichigo was into it enough he pressed his body down and lifted Ichigo’s upper body with his hands on Ichigo’s back, trapping Ichigo’s arms. He angled his hips so he was hitting Ichigo’s prostate and picked a spot where Ichigo’s neck hit his shoulder. Then he sank all of his teeth into the flesh and grinded them hard as blood poured into his mouth. Ichigo instantly stiffened underneath him, but Kenpachi took no notice as he kept up the assault on Ichigo’s prostate and released his clamped teeth.
Ichigo was resisting the thrusts and making pained keening noises in a way he hadn’t done since they started using lube. It made Kenpachi frown. He leaned his head down and started whispering in Ichigo’s ear to try and get him to relax again.
“Sh…Ichigo, come on baby, you gotta loosen up.”
Kenpachi suddenly wished he could see Ichigo’s face in the dark room. What was wrong with him? He wrapped his hand around Ichigo’s erection and pumped it a few times. Ichigo moved his hand up to Kenpachi’s shoulder and gripped it tightly before he came. Kenpachi quickly followed, reveling in the feeling of that tight body. He made note that oddly enough, Ichigo didn’t cling onto him as he usually did when he came. Every time they had sex so far, Ichigo had buried his head into Kenpachi’s shoulder with his arms wrapped around him, but not this time.
When Kenpachi pulled out of him, Ichigo immediately slid away and tried to stand on his shaky legs, but Kenpachi jerked him back to the bed. What the hell was Ichigo thinking? Ichigo always spent the night with him without exception from their first time together.
He also thought he heard Ichigo’s breath hitch and a stifled sob, but he deemed it as just hearing things. As he wrapped his arms around the smaller body he felt the wetness that was blood trickling down slightly. Oh well, Ichigo had had worse. He nuzzled the soft orange locks and pressed a kiss there.
“Good night, my Ichigo.”
He didn’t notice how stiff Ichigo was as Kenpachi cuddled against him, and he didn’t notice the stifled whimpers. For once he had fallen asleep before Ichigo and thus missed how much he had hurt his lover.
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Author’s note: Yeah…a little gruesome, especially from Kenpachi’s oblivious perspective. Tell me if you think I need more warnings on this three-shot, it does get a little dark, but there is a happy ending!
It is all consensual sex, though. No rape.
Possession: Part 2/3
Ichigo and Kenpachi had a weird relationship, but a relationship. Kenpachi had to be coaxed about a lot of things in their relationship. For instance, Ichigo just recently convinced Kenpachi to use lube. Kenpachi had been very dubious at first- considering it to be ‘sissy’- but when he slid in and Ichigo’s eyes widened, excepting the intrusion without a lot of balking and fighting, it was worth it. After that, Kenpachi had actually gone out of his way to make sex pleasurable for Ichigo. Not that he hadn’t before, but perhaps fucking Ichigo like he was fighting him wasn’t always the best way to go about it. There were times and places for that (like in the training grounds with no one around) but sex just for sex was good, too.
A few people weren’t surprised when their relationship came out, but a lot were wondering how the hell Kenpachi of all people, was able to snag the lovely Death Berry. When they asked, Kenpachi responded “I fought tooth and nail for it, and he had the marks to prove it.” Soon they stopped asking.
So it was commonly known that Kenpachi and Ichigo were a couple. This was why Kenpachi was very confused why Abarai Renji of all people was hitting on his Ichigo. It was true. Ichigo was sitting there, being his oblivious self, as that tattooed freak wrapped an arm around his shoulder and said something into his ear. Kenpachi quickly rectified the situation by yanking Ichigo away from the red head and punching Abarai swiftly in the jaw before throwing his berry of his shoulder. Ichigo beat at his back and cursed at him, asking what the fuck he was doing and why he punched Renji. The stupid fucker was lucky Kenpachi hadn’t killed him.
Kenpachi tossed Ichigo onto the bed and ripped off his clothes. Ichigo had no choice but to go along with the ride, he figured Kenpachi had just wanted sex, and punched Renji for whatever fucked up reason. However, he did get a little worried when Kenpachi took off his eye patch. Usually that meant a couple of days of walking funny while Kenpachi watched him with a happy glow.
But Kenpachi carefully prepared him with lube and made sure he was covered in it before he pressed in so Ichigo didn’t worry about it. Ichigo twitched at the familiar pain, but spread his legs wider and lifted them slightly so the penetration was easier. It always got better. Soon they were both as into it as normal with Kenpachi’s familiar reiatsu mingling with his own soothingly. Ichigo learned before that the key to having sex with Kenpachi was not fighting his enormous reiatsu like it was threatening, but instead letting it encompass his own- it always made the experience so much more intense and electrifying.
When Kenpachi thought Ichigo was into it enough he pressed his body down and lifted Ichigo’s upper body with his hands on Ichigo’s back, trapping Ichigo’s arms. He angled his hips so he was hitting Ichigo’s prostate and picked a spot where Ichigo’s neck hit his shoulder. Then he sank all of his teeth into the flesh and grinded them hard as blood poured into his mouth. Ichigo instantly stiffened underneath him, but Kenpachi took no notice as he kept up the assault on Ichigo’s prostate and released his clamped teeth.
Ichigo was resisting the thrusts and making pained keening noises in a way he hadn’t done since they started using lube. It made Kenpachi frown. He leaned his head down and started whispering in Ichigo’s ear to try and get him to relax again.
“Sh…Ichigo, come on baby, you gotta loosen up.”
Kenpachi suddenly wished he could see Ichigo’s face in the dark room. What was wrong with him? He wrapped his hand around Ichigo’s erection and pumped it a few times. Ichigo moved his hand up to Kenpachi’s shoulder and gripped it tightly before he came. Kenpachi quickly followed, reveling in the feeling of that tight body. He made note that oddly enough, Ichigo didn’t cling onto him as he usually did when he came. Every time they had sex so far, Ichigo had buried his head into Kenpachi’s shoulder with his arms wrapped around him, but not this time.
When Kenpachi pulled out of him, Ichigo immediately slid away and tried to stand on his shaky legs, but Kenpachi jerked him back to the bed. What the hell was Ichigo thinking? Ichigo always spent the night with him without exception from their first time together.
He also thought he heard Ichigo’s breath hitch and a stifled sob, but he deemed it as just hearing things. As he wrapped his arms around the smaller body he felt the wetness that was blood trickling down slightly. Oh well, Ichigo had had worse. He nuzzled the soft orange locks and pressed a kiss there.
“Good night, my Ichigo.”
He didn’t notice how stiff Ichigo was as Kenpachi cuddled against him, and he didn’t notice the stifled whimpers. For once he had fallen asleep before Ichigo and thus missed how much he had hurt his lover.
LINE
Author’s note: Yeah…a little gruesome, especially from Kenpachi’s oblivious perspective. Tell me if you think I need more warnings on this three-shot, it does get a little dark, but there is a happy ending!