The Crumbling World

I am so touched with the amount of feedback I got from reviewers over the flame I received. And to “another author here who prefers to remain unknown until the time being,” I agree with you completely. I’m not going to let one measly review make me stop writing. I enjoy what I do, any so do plenty of other people. If somebody doesn’t like it, then they can go screw themselves.

I love you all!!!

FLAME RANT: And get this…dead reviewed again. If my fan fiction is so bad that you (and I quote) “read your stories to remind myself how bad some fan fiction can be,” then it’s simple, stop reading! You obviously have nothing better to do than to check for updates on my stories because you responded to what I said in the last chapter almost as soon as I put it up. I encourage you to review with your fan fic link so I can read the wonder that is your fan fiction. I am eager to learn from the master if you would be so kind as to show me.

And just so you know, I put up a warning for out-of-character-ness. That means that the characters aren’t going to be perfectly canon.

I wish that dead would leave a link so I could respond in a way not in my stories. I took down dead’s first review, but left the second up for the ones who thought it was so humorous.

I appreciate constructive criticism, but a flame does nothing to help me. Dead, if you wish to point out some things that will help me improve my story, I welcome it. If not, then you are just being an immature brat who makes yourself feel better by putting down others.


Warnings for this chapter: Yaoi, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk ;) NO UNDERAGE READERS!!!

The Crumbling World: Chapter 8

Ichigo’s POV

Kenpachi had a really good body. Like, //really// good. He had thankfully left his boxers on, but that was all. I found myself wanting to crawl over to him and run my hands over his damp chest. I could feel myself heat up a little bit as he blatantly stared at my body, lingering over my legs.

“Can I have my clothes now please?” I asked and held out my hand, scowling at him. He didn’t even have the decency to pretend he wasn’t checking me out.

“Sure.” He grabbed his pack and held it out. I scowled again and walked over to him, trying to look just at the pack. I grabbed it and found he wasn’t letting it go. He stared at me as I snarled at him and tugged on it harder. The large bandit smirked and yanked the bag, forcing me to yelp and tumble into him.

Not good. I collided with his bare chest, catching myself with my hands which unfortunately didn’t seem to want to move now that they were touching him. I looked up at his face and saw my lust mirrored in his eyes. He dropped the pack to the ground and put his arms around me, bending over until their faces were inches apart and soft breath ghosted over each other’s lips. I surged up against him, crushing our lips together. He seemed surprise for a second but he returned the kiss just as heatedly.

There was a soft thump as Kenpachi dropped his pack and then slid his large hands over my back. I trembled as I felt his calloused palms caress the soft skin of my back. I groaned and push my body harder into his. His response was to grab my ass and jerk me off my feet.

I moaned my appreciation and rested my legs around his hips as he ravished my mouth. It was such a strange sensation, to kiss someone. Kenpachi’s tongue was exploring my mouth fervently, as though searching for something he couldn’t quite find. It felt good, really good. But I couldn’t help but yelp and break away from the kiss when I felt something large and rather hard press up against me.

I blushed and squirmed to be let down, taking a few steps back to put some distance in between us. Kenpachi was frowning deeply and he tried to reclaim me in his arms but I side stepped and crossed my arms over my naked chest. The large bulge was clearly visible through his wet boxers, much bigger than my own. I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to the man, but something like this was well outside my comfort zone. Not to mention I was being held for ransom by the outlaw.

“It’s- it’s improper!” I said, not knowing what else to say.

He scowled even more and stepped closer. “Not if you want it, it isn’t.”

“Well I don’t want it!” I protested and stepped back again. My back collided with the rocky cave wall and I winced.

Kenpachi slid his hands behind my head and tilted it up so I would look at it. “You sure about that? You look a little…flustered.” He said with a smirk.

I jerked my head out of his grasp and looked at the floor instead of him. “I…I don’t…” I sounded unsure even to my own ears.

“Hm, no need to be shy princess.”

And just like that, the spell was broken. I scowled up at him and delivered a swift punch to his jaw. I’m pretty sure it hurt my fist more than his jaw, but it got the point across. He blinked and fingered his jaw while I shoved him away and stormed over to his pack to get my clothes. I could feel his eyes on my as I bent over, then yelped as I felt him grip my hips and press his own against my ass.

“Don’t be like that, Ichigo.” Kenpachi whispered against my hair, his lips just barely brushing against my ear. I think I melted a little. “I promise to treat you like a queen.” Oh. No. He. DIDN’T!!!

I jabbed my elbow hard into his stomach, reveling in the grunt it brought from the outlaw. “I said, I don’t want it.” I snarled and hastily put my clothes on, taking care to not look at him as I sat on the hard floor against the wall furthest away from Kenpachi. Bastard.

Kenpachi’s POV

One minute I was in absolute ecstasy as the orange-haired noble was pressed up against me so pleasurably, then he was away from me and tempting me with that red tint that covered his chest as well. I quickly figured out what was the matter when his eyes flickered to my hard on visible through the wet boxers, then away again. Ah. I probably scared him away.

I really couldn’t stop my desire to press him against the wall, Ichigo was just too attractive for his own good- as seen by his multiple kidnapping attempts.

I probably should have known better than to call him by any female endearments, but I couldn’t help it. He was so beautiful when he was angry! I rubbed my jaw- he could really punch when he wanted to- and took in the sight up his backside as he bent over to get his clothes. I wonder if he was purposefully trying to make me so hard it hurt. It felt great to press my aching penis against him. I tried to assure him that I wasn’t going to hurt him intentionally, but (again) I suppose that ‘queen’ wasn’t exactly the right word to use.

Now Ichigo was across the room and looking adorable with a pout and his arms across his chest. With clothes on. Damn. The sight of a clothed Ichigo did nothing to help suppress my need and I resigned myself to the fact I wasn’t going to get to penetrate that beautiful body of his. Yet, anyways.

So I did what any reasonable man would do. I pushed down my boxers and wrapped my hand around my tortured appendage. Something must have alerted Ichigo to what I was doing because his eyes snapped over to me and his jaw dropped.

“Wh-what are you doing!?” He cried, covering his eyes with his hands- although he peaked through his fingers shyly.

“Don’t be an idiot.” I commented, my eyes roving over his form as I brought myself off.

“You can’t do that!”

“Why not?” I asked curiously, never stopping the motion of my hand.

“B-because!”

“You want to help?” His eyes flickered over my erection with a blush, then he hesitantly crawled over and his hands and knees. Fuck if that wasn’t the most erotic thing I have ever seen.

I had to fight the urge to not grab the back of his head and push him down as he timidly touched my thighs, staring down at my pulsing erection. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what to do and he cocked his head to the side. After what felt like forever, his hand moved up and just lightly touched the head of my penis. I groaned and response and he retreated his hand, his eyes snapping up to my face. I stared down at him hungrily and not-so-patiently waited for him to touch me again.

This timed he wrapped his own much smaller hand around me, the tips of his fingers not even reaching his thumb. He moved it up and down slowly, too slowly, so I gripped his hand in mine and moved it faster. He bit his lower lip in concentration as he stared, fixated on my penis which was turning an angry red color. I gripped the back of his head and guided him down; Ichigo resisted at first, but then allowed it.

I let go of his head as he shyly pressed his lips to the head of my erection, then stretched his mouth wide open as he tried to fit it in. He pulled off almost immediately, his face twisting in a grimace as he tasted the precum. Instead he pumped both of his hands over the large erection and gave soft licks to it which were starting to drive me insane.

To distract myself I slid my hands down the back of his pants and teased the cleft of his ass. His immediate response was to jerk at the unfamiliar sensation, but I didn’t pull away. When I didn’t doing anything more right away, he returned his attention back to my cock. His actions were becoming bolder now, trying to take more of me into his mouth as he gagged and choked. Thank god Ichigo is so enthusiastic…not to mention a fast learner.

Just as he pressed his head down as far as it would go, I pushed my finger into his tight rectum, loving the way he gasped in surprise around my cock. He unfortunately pulled away, glaring up at me as he clenched his hands in my shirt. I pushed it in as far as it would go and his back arched, pressing up against me as he gasped.

I pressed down on a certain spot that made him buck and press his hips back against my hand. With the other hand I started jerking myself off in between our bodies, shoving another finger in as he whimpered and gasped. I was tipping over the edge quickly so I pulled my fingers out of him- ignoring the grunt of discomfort- and pushed his head back down. Two more strokes and I was coming all over that pretty face of his. Fuck that was sexy.

“What the fuck!?” He cursed, wiping frantically at his face with a grimace.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.” I said generously and turned him in my arms so his back rested against me. Shoving his pants down, I freed his erection and started pumping it harshly. I knew it probably hurt a little if those winces were any indication, but he pressed into my hand eagerly, his hands digging into my legs.

“You like that?” I said into his ear huskily, grinning when he nodded frantically. “I bet you would even like my cock shoved into you now, wouldn’t you?”

“N-noooo…” He drew out, tossing his head back as my other hand slipped into the back of his pants and shoved two fingers into his hole.

“I think you would.”

“Ngh!” Ichigo panted in pain and pleasure, hissing as I moved my fingers in and out of him roughly.

“How would you like my huge cock stretching you?” I whispered smugly and pressed my fingernail into his slit. “Fucking you so hard that you feel me inside of you for days?”

“Nooo…” Ichigo whined and lifted a hand to fist my hair. “Kenpachi!” He cried, coming all over my hand. I slid my fingers out of him slowly as he tried to catch his breath, bringing the white fluid to my lips and licking it off. Mm.

I wiped him up with my hand the best I could and pulled his pants back up, lifting him to a more comfortable position in my arms as he passed out against my chest, drooling slightly. I resisted the urge to snort and just leaned back. The kids cute even when he’s asleep. I gave his head a little pat and watched the flames of the torch flicker. Now I have a bit of a conundrum. I want him to stay with me, thus not giving him back to his parents for ransom. But if I do that, he won’t want to stay. I glance down to his sleep-relaxed face.

So what do I do?

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So not a complete lemon, but that’s coming up shortly. It just didn’t work out where they would have sex right away. Plus, I didn’t want Ichi’s first time to be in a cave, I’m cruel enough to him as it is.