Like a Tiger Treading on the Flowers

Possession: Part 3/3

The next morning, Kenpachi woke up feeling strange. He tried to figure out what it was as he reached for his lover. But there was only a cold spot; Kenpachi shot up immediately and looked beside him. No Ichigo. There was only a slight blood stain on the pillow and sheet. What. The. Fuck. Kenpachi growled to himself. Ichigo never woke up early in the morning. If there was some official thing that needed to be done, Ichigo always got his vice-captain to do it. So where was he? Now Kenpachi was going to be in a bad mood all day because he didn’t get to see his Strawberry first thing in the morning.

Kenpachi, naturally, took out his temper on everyone around him His whole division was avoiding him for fear of death. He was very happy when his day was done with so he could go seek out his Ichigo. He found him in his office doing paperwork. He affectionately noted the stiff way he was trying to write and the bandage peaking through on his neck.

Kenpachi instantly felt better seeing Ichigo. But when Ichigo caught sight of Kenpachi a weird look flew through his eyes before he schooled his expression blank.

“What are you doing here, Zaraki?” Ichigo asked in an emotionless voice. Now Kenpachi was confused, what was with the cold demeanor and calling him ‘Zaraki’?

“I came to see you.” He said as though he hadn’t noticed the difference and approached Ichigo.

Ichigo stood and watched him approach warily. “I still have work to do.”

Kenpachi ignored the comment and bent down to kiss Ichigo. The lips were as soft as ever, but Ichigo didn’t respond, making Kenpachi pull away.

“What’s wrong, Ichigo?” Ichigo sighed and turned away. There was a sudden coldness and anxiety twisting in Kenpachi’s stomach now.

“I have to get back to work.” No, no! Ichigo! Come with me Ichigo! Kenpachi had a sudden fear that Ichigo had wanted Renji and that Ichigo was breaking up with him.

“When will you be in tonight?” Kenpachi asked with a slight crack in his voice that made Ichigo look at him again, this time a little searchingly.

“I’ll stay at my place tonight.” Ichigo said finally. “There’s a meeting I have to go to, so I’ll be up pretty late.” The coldness grew.

“There is no meeting tonight.” Ichigo frowned. “And you know I don’t care what time you get in.” Ichigo started to turn away and Kenpachi grabbed his shoulder to stop him. He froze, however, when Ichigo cried out in pain and flinched.

Did he…hurt Ichigo that bad?

“What…?” Kenpachi started and Ichigo flicked his eyes downward. “Let me see.” Kenpachi demanded, but Ichigo just jerked out of his grasp and glared at him. So that’s the way he wanted it, huh?

In a second Ichigo was sprawled on top of his desk with Kenpachi over him, cradling his shoulder from impact. Ignoring Ichigo’s struggles, Kenpachi ripped off his top to bare his shoulder. Tenderly, he undid the gauze and revealed the wound underneath it. Oh. Kenpachi internally winced. It looked bad. There were notable holes in the flesh and deep gashes. It looked so gaping and wet. The only thing that was good about it was that the blood clotted, yet it was still one big mess. Kenpachi felt like shit.

“Ichigo…”

“Don’t.” Ichigo glared up at him. “Zangetsu couldn’t heal it for some reason, so I went to the fourth division. Apparently,” Ichigo put a lot of emphasis on this, “Because of the amount of foreign reiatsu in the wound, it has to heal naturally.” Ichigo glowered at him, “You wouldn’t happen to have any idea about how that happened, would you?” Kenpachi opened his mouth, but Ichigo talked over him, “Do you have any idea how painful this is?”

“I’ve bitten you before…” Kenpachi managed.

“Never this badly.”

“You’ve had worse! From my sword, too…” Kenpachi growled dangerously.

“Never during sex!” That made Kenpachi stop.

“But…” Kenpachi paused to collect himself, “We’ve had rough sex lots of times.”

“This was different.” More confusion.

“How?”

“I wasn’t expecting it! I trusted you not to hurt me this time.”

“You don’t make any sense!”

Ichigo sighed and squeezed his eyes hurt, before opening them again. “Remember that time when you tied me up and fucked me with the handle of your Zanpaktu?” Oh yes, Kenpachi did. He smiled at the memory- Ichigo had looked so beautiful trying to escape the bonds while Kenpachi ever-so gently slid the lubed handle in and out of Ichigo while his thighs trembled so deliciously. Kenpachi had spent a long time stretching Ichigo out and making sure the handle was smooth enough and slender enough that it didn’t damage Ichigo. It had been so fucking sexy that Kenpachi had gone another 3 rounds with him.

“That was okay, because I was expecting it to be rough and I trusted you to not permanently damage me.” Kenpachi nodded in understanding. “But last night you were gentle with me and I wasn’t expected you to do that, so I felt like you broke the trust I had in you!” Ichigo looked pleadingly up at Kenpachi who was staring at him with his large form still pinning Ichigo into the desk.

“I understand.” Kenpachi said after a few moments of silence. “I’m sorry I hurt you like that.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Ichigo’s lips that was reciprocated this time. Kenpachi slowly divested Ichigo of his clothes.

“Uh, Kenpachi?” Kenpachi flicked his eyes up to Ichigo. “I don’t think I’m up for sex.”

“Don’t worry.” Kenpachi said quietly. He used his right forearm to pin Ichigo’s upper body to the desk so he wouldn’t squirm and hurt himself. He gave a light lick to Ichigo’s stomach and then on his hip. Ichigo’s breath hitched and Kenpachi licked his half-hard cock. Ichigo had given Kenpachi blow jobs before to try and get out of more sex (It didn’t work) but Kenpachi had never given him one.

But now Kenpachi was licking him and it felt so good. Kenpachi sucked on the head and Kenpachi cried out as his body convulsed in ecstasy. Kenpachi applied more pressure to his chest so he didn’t jolt his shoulder and then took more in. Ichigo’s hands frantically scraped at the desk and Kenpachi wondered if this was what love felt like. Watching Ichigo in pleasure never ceased to make Kenpachi happy, whether he was buried inside of him or not. It must be love.

“Please…” Ichigo pleaded, “I need more!”

“More what?” Kenpachi asked and teased the slit of Ichigo’s cock with his tongue.

“Please…” Ichigo fought to remain coherent. “I want you inside of me!” Oh gods, he needed it so bad. He spread his legs and tried to thrust into Kenpachi’s mouth, but as denied access.

“I thought you weren’t up for it.” Kenpachi teased and sucked on him again.

“I am! Please Kenpachi…” Ichigo practically whimpered.

Kenpachi released Ichigo and quickly searched his pockets. Fuck. “There isn’t any lube.” Kenpachi growled. “You got any lotion?”

“Lotion?” Ichigo was having a hard time thinking.

“Yeah, with this soft skin of yours you must.” Kenpachi stroked a thigh and stared at the beautiful body in front of him. “Creamy…”

“Kenpachi.”

“Delicious…”

“Kenpachi.”

“Edible…”

“Kenpachi!” Ichigo shouted. “Focus!”

“Right.” Kenpachi got back to the matter at hand. “So, lotion?”

“Top drawer.” Ichigo grumbled. Why was it when Ichigo wanted sex right away, it took so damn long?

Kenpachi smeared the lotion on hit fingers and gently inserted them into the impatient Ichigo.

“Please…” Ichigo whispered.

Kenpachi looked at Ichigo. That last please sounded sad rather than wanting. Ichigo stared at Kenpachi and Kenpachi stared back. With a wet noise he removed the fingers and kissed Ichigo.

“I love you.” He murmured as he looked into Ichigo’s eyes.

Ichigo felt his heart stop. Love? Kenpachi sensed the confusion and kissed him again as he slicked up his erection and eased into Ichigo. Oh gods, this boy must have been made for him. Ichigo choked a little at the sensation. Kenpachi was going to slowly that it felt weird.

“I love you.” Kenpachi said again as he slid the rest of the way in. He stayed there for a second as Ichigo got comfortable. He braced himself on one elbow and gently held Ichigo down with the other. He moved out, and the thrust back in.

Ichigo didn’t know what this new feeling was. Kenpachi was moving slowly inside of him, but kept eye contact. It was different. It felt like there was something inside of him being pulled out by Ichigo. The sensation only increased as Kenpachi continued to chant those three words, ‘I love you.’

Then Kenpachi bent over to his wound. Ever so gently, he touched the tip of his tongue to part of it. Ichigo shivered. It didn’t hurt, per say, but it did feel awkward. Kind of like scratching an itch in a way that is both painful and satisfying. Kenpachi slowly increased the pressure on the wound, but never to the point where Ichigo lost sight of the pleasure. They came together, shuttering with each other’s name on their tongues.

As they lay panting, Ichigo spoke. “There are other ways of claiming me, than marking with you reiatsu in a bite mark.”

Kenpachi snorted and attempted to look sheepish. Although he did feel bad about hurting Ichigo like that, he did not feel bad for marking him.

“You’re right.” Kenpachi mused. “I should have stitched my name into all of your clothing or maybe I should make you get a tattoo that says ‘Kenpachi’s Bit-

Ichigo promptly kicked him before he could finish.

“That’s not what I was thinking.” Kenpachi snickered and Ichigo rolled his eyes. Being careful of his aching shoulder, Ichigo turned and straddled Kenpachi, staring down at him. Kenpachi smiled at him softly and ran his fingers up and down Ichigo’s back.

“I’m yours.” Ichigo said. Kenpachi’s smile got bigger. “And you’re mine.” Even bigger. “And I love you.” Ichigo leaned down and kissed the stunned Kenpachi. This marvelous occasion calls for more sex!

“So when can we move your stuff to my room?” Kenpachi said brightly.

“When did we decide I was going to?” Ichigo said with a raised eyebrow.

“We just did.” Kenpachi rolled Ichigo back over and promptly showed him how much he loved him.

Needless to say, Renji got the idea that Ichigo ‘belonged’ to Kenpachi when he walked in on them having sec when he came to collect Ichigo for the meeting. And if that didn’t get it through his head, Ichigo’s clothing with newly stitched words adorning it helped. Nobody was stupid enough to face Kenpachi’s wrath when Ichigo tried to get new clothes. Clothes that didn’t have ‘Kenpachi’s’ stitched all over it. But, after all, Ichigo didn’t really mind being Kenpachi’s possession.

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Author note: Wow, that was a long one! Please review, I worked my ass off on this one. I so do love them! <3