The Crumbling World

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Please head the warnings! Lemon, yaoi, rough sex, fingering, oral sex, and a bit of sappiness to make this story even crackier than it already is.

The Crumbling World: Chapter 9

Third Person POV

The new camp Ikkaku and Yumichika set up was more of just a few canvas tents and a hidden perimeter. They would rebuild it with time, but for now everyone was content. When Ikkaku went to go fetch Kenpachi and Ichigo, he discovered them asleep and cuddling each other. Stifling the urge to snicker, he poked Kenpachi hard in the head and jumped back out of reach as the larger outlaw lashed out at him. Ichigo woke up when Kenpachi moved suddenly and then froze as he saw Ikkaku laughing at them.

“Idiot.” Kenpachi mumbled as Ichigo scrambled off of him with a horrified look.

“C’mon, Ichi. It’s not like you guys haven’t slept together before.” Ikkaku said with a smirk.

“Fuck you.” Ichigo mumbled, irritated and missing Kenpachi’s body heat.

“Well, come on, let’s go then!”

Ichigo’s POV

It was dark out by the time we arrived at the new camp, and I was still very awake from the nap I took earlier on Kenpachi. The men were as loud and as boisterous as ever, hailing us as we sat by the camp fire. Booze was passed around and I couldn’t help but smile as Yachiru shot at us, wrapping Kenpachi in a hug and leaping at me with glee, curling up in my lap and resting her pink head against my chest.

“Kurosaki…” One of the men said to me drunkenly. “You’re a fine lady, are you not?” I twitched and would have hit him if it wasn’t for Yachiru in my lap. “Come! Sing for us!”

The other men cheered, cat calling and demanding that I sing. I shook my head with a frown. “I don’t sing, I’m terrible. I only know how to play the flute.”

“Than play for us! Edmond! Bring your flute!” One of the younger men scampered away from the fire to go fetch it, leaving me frowning at the men who were staring at me eagerly. Damn. This sucks.

The young man came back and handed me the flute carefully. It had obviously been carved with care out of a single piece of wood with six holes and one for the mouth. With a sigh I brought the delicate instrument to my mouth, licking my lips and then pressing them against the hole. My finger pads pressed against the other holes carefully as I began.

The soft music filled the glade, and the men stopped talking, staring at me with gaping mouths. Kenpachi stared at me as I played, my fingers moving slowly as I played the song of two lovers who were put to death for their love of each other. Yachiru gazed up at me in wonder, not saying anything as the last note rang out into the stillness of the evening. I set it down and there was a moment of silence before the men started talking, jabbering demands for more as the ale was passed around once more.

My lips were slightly sore from disuse, but I smiled and played again to appease them, this time a happier tune that they sung along with. I gradually faded out the sound of the flute and left them to their singing, watching with amusement as Ikkaku looped his arm around Yumichika and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth while the men cheered. I handed the flute back to the boy and relaxed once more, stroking Yachiru’s hair as she fell asleep.

It was late before Kenpachi and I got to bed. He led me away from the camp to a clearing relatively closed in by the thick trees around us. He laid a thick blanket down and kicked off his shoes, waiting for me to lie down.

I lay on my side, facing away from Kenpachi on the blanket cushioned by the mossy ground. I could feel him moving around behind me, then the blanket shifted as he laid down on it as well. For a moment neither of us moved or said anything and there was just the sound of our breathing and the soft lullaby of the forest around us. Kenpachi moved again so his body was pressed against mine and his arm fell around my waist. I had gotten used to having his body touch mine like this when we were sleeping, so I didn’t comment as his breath tickled my hair.

“I didn’t know you could play the flute.” He said almost curiously. “I think my men are in love with you.”

I snorted and tried not to sound scathing. “You don’t know anything about me.”

He didn’t reply for a moment. “No? I know that you stay awake half the night thinking about your family. That you hate being called a girl, or any name that remotely suggests you are a girl. I know that for all the scowls you give, you don’t dislike people as much as you think. I know you love Yachiru already, as much as she loves you.” He paused and tightened his grip around me. “I know that you’re a virgin… but you want me.” I tried to squirm away as he rocked his hips forward, rubbing his hard on against me.

“What makes you think that?” I said through gritted teeth, exhaling sharply when he cupped my erection.

“I have hard evidence.” The large man teased. I couldn’t help my gasp as he opened my pants and released my aching hard on.

“I think you want me just as much.” I said and deliberately pushed my hips back against him, enjoying the groan it produced. “If not more.”

The outlaw growled and then I was being flipped onto my back and straddled. His mouth covered mine and his tongue pushed itself into my mouth. It was awkwardly large and hot, Kenpachi kissed with no finesse or technique. It was fast and rough with his teeth coming in to play more often than not. But I loved it. It made my body pulse in desire as I lifted my hips to grind against his.

Euphoria. Maybe it was the thrill of the forbidden, or maybe it was just because this man wasn’t what he seemed. But I didn’t care, it felt good and I wanted it. I wanted more.

So I shoved my hands up the back of his shirt and dug my nails into his corded muscles, watching his body in the moonlight as he tore away from my mouth and yanked the shirt over his head. People always tell me how pretty or beautiful I am, but this man was beautiful in an entirely different manner. His scarred flesh and large muscles flexed with the slightest movement, his dark nipples that I leaned up to catch in my mouth.

It occurred to me that I loved him. There was no basis for it, no real backing for my sudden affection for this rough man, but I knew I did. As he ripped my shirt off of me and bit my chest hard enough to draw blood, I knew I loved him. As he yanked my pants off and fumbled for his belt, I knew.

“Ichigo.” He breathed out my name as he kissed me again, our bare erections rubbing against each other and the night’s breeze cooling our over heated bodies. “Get me wet.” He commanded and flopped onto his back, gesturing to his erection.

I moved so my body was perpendicular to his, and rested one hand on his stomach while the other cupped his balls and guided his cock to my mouth. He inhaled sharply and brushed his fingers through my orange hair, gripping tightly. I pulled off immediately as he bucked his hips and glowered at him. He just grinned at me and brought his hand to his mouth, coating it in saliva and reaching behind me.

I swallowed him again as he pushed one in, moaning at the strange feeling. I was still a little used to it from our actions earlier in the day so he pushed another one in immediately. My hips twitched on their own accord at the slight pain and I took more of him into my mouth as a distraction. His hand in my hair pushed me down further just as he pressed against the bump inside of me and I yelled, the vibrations in my throat and mouth making him jerk up in reaction and gag me.

I pulled away with a splutter and buried my head against his hard stomach as he added a third. His hand stroking my hair eased the pain and I tried to relax around his probing fingers, wincing as he spread them apart and pushed them as deep as they would go. He pressed against that nub inside of me again and I cried out, shivering at the spasms of pleasure.

He pulled them out and grabbed my hips, pulling me up so I sat on his stomach. “Ride me, Ichi.” He said, guiding me so I was kneeling over his erection.

“I don’t know how…” I muttered, as one of his hands gripped my hip and the other grabbed his erection, rubbing it against my entrance.

“Just for the beginning, so you can control how fast you go.” He said, his visible eye glinting in the dark. Oh. I get it. I reached behind myself and took a hold of his penis, holding it awkwardly as I pushed myself down. I immediately yelped at the blunt pain and lifted my hips again, letting him slip out of me. I gazed down at him pleadingly as his hands gripped my hips hard enough that it hurt.

“Just…go slow.” He said, breathing hard with the effort to be patient. I bit my lip and tried again, gasping as his head slipped through the tight ring of muscle. My body trembled with the exertion of keeping my body up at the angle, my body unable to relax. I breathed harshly through my nose and let out a whimper at the burn.

Fuck, slow wasn’t helping. Gritting my teeth in determination, I pushed my hips down fast, dropping my chin to my chest with a loud cry as I surely ripped myself open. His hands jerked and he swore, throwing his head back and digging his nails into my skin.

“You…fucking idiot.” He growled and pulled me so I laid flat against his body, sobbing into his chest. I curled my hands into his shoulder, whining at the raw ache in my rectum as his hands rubbed my back. “Fucking idiot.” He mumbled again and rolled us so I was on my back. He wrapped his hand around my wilted erection and pumped it back into hardness as my tears slowly dried and I slowly got used to the pain.

He moved slowly at first, allowing my legs wrapped around his waist to set the pace. As he nailed that pleasurable spot inside of me dead on I tightened my grip and shoved my hips back, whining like a whore as I ground my hips for more friction. He happily complied and soon the clearing was filled with the sound of our skin slapping together and my embarrassing noises of pleasure.

“Agh!” I cried out after a particularly hard thrust. My saliva coating his was probably dried up by now so there was only his pre-come and my blood to ease his pistoning movements inside of me. I was being torn open, split in half, and all I could do was moan for more. His thrusts were skidding me back against the blanket now so he grabbed my legs and lifted them on either side of his chest, holding them there as he continued to penetrate me.

It was all I could take. I screamed his name and shot my seed in between or bodies, allowing my body to relax as he continued to grunt and pound into my lax body, murmuring my name and filling me with his own orgasm. We both lay panting before He pulled out of me and allowed my legs to drop back down. He dipped his head down and lapped up the white fluid on my chest, making me giggle as he tickled me and pushing at his head.

He licked his lips and pulled away, maneuvering my limp body so we both fit together comfortably. My tail bone twinged at any movement so I just laid still and enjoyed our closeness, cursing myself for falling in love with somebody I shouldn’t have. It would only bring heart ache.

Kenpachi’s POV

My Ichigo was a little hell cat in bed, screaming and clawing at me like a beautiful goddess. He probably hurt himself more than I did with all that movement and wiggling. It was good. Great. The best. With our bodies spooning each other after our violent orgasm, I never wanted to leave his side.

If I love him…do I have to let him go?


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