Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 16

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

It was shocking, the way things can turn out the way they do. I mean, I would have never thought I would tell my father just what his son was doing every night, much less have said man tell me in turn about his life, before and after his marriage to my mother.

I found out he was a Shinigami that had left to marry my mother, willingly losing his power to do so. It was amazing what you can learn while getting plastered with your father on all sorts of alcohol. Kenpachi and the 11th division would be proud of us and the amount that we went through that night.

After it, we were closer then ever. He was the one who patched me up after my fights, usually just having to slap a bandage over the cuts or filling a bath up with hot water and healing oil. Aizen had taken to sending the Numeros after us, just to keep us on our toes and to test our progress in power and skill. It’s gotten to the point where dad, Yuzu, Karin, all of my friends, and Urahara and his people, including Yoruichi are going to Mexico. Sado is opening his home that he inherited from his abulo to them while I go to Soul Society, my body staying with them as Kon takes care of it.

While there, I will be training in various things with various divisions. First on my list is the 11th division, followed by the 13th, 10th, 7th, 4th, 6th, 8th, 9th, 2nd, 3ed, 5th and finally the 12th division. I wasn’t so sure about the 12th division, but all the others I would be learning something from them. By doing this I would expand my skills and knowledge, making it so that I can control my power better, tap into it better and control my inner hollow better.

Though, no one really knows about him. Kenpachi, Ikkaku and Yumichika know about him, since they have come across me training to control his power better. Byakuya has some inkling of what I am, but he hasn’t figured it out yet. I find it kinda funny since all the hints are there, but no one has put them together and figured out that I’m a vizard. I really do find it hilarious.

Eventually though, they’ll figure it out and try to figure out if I’m suddenly going to join Aizen. I can tell you right now, that I’m not going to. Not anytime soon at least. I think I’ve fallen for the worst possible person that I can and that would be Kenpachi Zaraki, the taicho of 11th division.

Oh yeah, I’m screwed.

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I’ve been here for two weeks now and I’ve so far successfully avoided Kenpachi, except at training. I’m not too worried about that time, since I’m trying so hard to stay alive, but any other time, I’m hiding somewhere else.  I’m usually with Renji, who’s taken to look at me oddly. I’m about to shove in a closet with a Yumi on aphrodisiacs if he looks at me oddly again.

Sighing softly I sip my tea as I watch the wild flowers around me dance. I had discovered this area after looking for a secluded place to be alone with my thoughts. And far away from Kenpachi and Yumi with his knowing looks.

Bringing some tea and dango today, I spread out my blanket and settled back to read <i>Hamlet</i> again. Sometimes, I spend hours just sitting here, relaxing. Or I’ll bring my CD player and some CDs, or the DVD player that Urahara set up to work for me. It has a little solar panel connection that lets me save my batteries. I can sit or lay here for hours watching movies.

Shifting slightly, I can feel Kenpachis power come closer. I suppose he wants to talk to me if he’s now willing hunting for me. I shift slightly and look up at the large man as he comes out of the surrounding woods. Cocking an eyebrow I wait for him to make his move. I probably look rather shocked as he sits down, plunking a sake jar down onto the blanket between us.

Looking at the larger male with eyebrow still cocked and curiosity shining in my eyes, I wait for him to say something to me.

*Kenpachis P.O.V.

I smirk and kick back, watching as Ichigo huff and shake his head before going back to his tea and book, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything from me before I was ready to give it. I pour a saucer of sake before quickly drinking it down. The second cup, I wait and sip at it as I watch Ichigo relax finally. I was going to make my move finally, but I would do it like Yumi told me to. He knew what I needed to do to keep Ichigo in my bed and as my lover for the rest of our lives.

I know that the other was trying to avoid me and he had done a pretty good job of doing it until Ikkaku had followed him one day and found him coming here. Not many people know about this area, so I was rather surprised that he had discovered it. Though, not too surprised. He has a habit of surprising us all and rather enjoying it.

Sitting back, I watch as he continues to read the book. I read it once, just to see what was so fascinating about it. I was hooked, but I wouldn’t ever tell Yumi. It was his idea in the first place. I have a feeling that he knows anyways. Smug bastard.

Snorting into my saucer, I draw Ichigos attention away from his book, his eyes reluctantly leaving the page in front of him. Watching him raise an eye brow at me, I smirk and shrug at his questioning look. I continue to watch as he huffs and slams his books shut.

“Alright, will you tell me what the hell you want?” he growls at me, glaring at me from under his unruly bangs. I smirk and shift so that I was leaning over him, forcing him to look up at me. I growl my answer gently.

“I want you. In my life, my bed, mine,” I say before sitting back and watching his eyes widens and darkens before he swallows heavily.

“But…why me? Why not someone else?” he says softly, something that sounded so good coming from him. My smirk softens into something that could be called a smile.

“I want you because you’re you,” I tell him. That simple sentence seems to tell him everything that he was wondering because I watch as he puts his book, my sake bottle and the little player with what he called speakers aside. Looking at it, I have to ask “What song is this?”

“The Book of my Life by a man called Sting. He’s really good,” he tells me as he removes the empty sake cup from my hand before putting it aside. Leaning up, he gently kisses my cheek. “I’ll be yours if you be mine. This is a two way street, Kenpachi. I won’t share.”
“I know. I don’t want you to share,” I tell him before capturing his lips under mine. I can taste his innocence as I slip my tongue past his lips, tasting every corner of his mouth. Mapping out the spots that made him mewl into my own mouth, memorizing the way that Ichigo responded shyly to my movements, I find myself growing hard from nothing more then innocence’s first kiss.

Pulling back, I look down at him, smirking smugly at his glazed eyes and swollen lips. At the blush that was spread so prettily across his cheeks. Shrugging out of my taichos haori, I lay it down before laying a willing Ichigo down onto it. Covering his body with my own, I make sure that I don’t hurt him accidentally and continue to kiss him, my hands moving of his body, tugging and undoing ties and clothes.

Soon, I had his tops off and his hakama loose around his waist. I had gone from kissing him senseless to marking his neck with hickeys and nibble marks. I wanted it so that everyone knew that Ichigo was taken. I wanted every one to know that I was the one who claimed him, no matter who he may be learning from. I wanted everyone to know that it was me who Ichigo would always come back to.

Moving my lips and teeth down, I tease a nipple for a few moments, my hand teasing the other while my other hand holds his hips down. He was making such beautiful sounds, and it made me want to say screw slow and steady and just take him there. I would take him, but I wanted him to come back for more. And to do that, I needed to make him want it.

Switching nipples, I shrug out of my top, our shoes already tossed aside along with our socks. I slowly move down over his body, nipping at a spot just under his rib cage, my hand moving over the same area on his other side. His hands com up and figure out how to get my hair loose. It’s been a long time since a lover has wanted to play with my hair as we had sex. But this…this was more then just sex.
Moving up, I kiss him deeply before removing his hakama and my own, tossing them aside. Laying my body over his, we both groan at the touch of skin on skin, the music dictating how fast we moved. Moving down over his body again, I tease him into begging me softly. Nipping the dip between thigh and hip, lapping at a spot behind his knee, sucking on the dip near his ankle, then back up the other, teasing different spots. Sucking a dark mark into a strongly muscled calf, teasing a sensitive inner thigh with teeth, tongue and lips, before lapping a few times at the dripping slit of his length, flushed with blood.

I distract him with licks, nips, sucks and kisses all around his groin, teasing his cock with my hair and gentle brushes as I find the jar that Yumi had shoved into my hand and told me to use on Ichigo. Slicking three fingers with the goop I find in it, I gently work my fingers into his tight heat, one by one, opening him up. As I slide a fourth and last finger into him, I slide my mouth over the head of his cock and suckle gently, getting a soft scream of pleasure.

Moving away from Ichigos groin, I move up and kiss him as I slip my fingers out of his heat. Slicking myself up, I place myself at the well stretched entrance and stop myself from pushing in.

“Are you ready?” I ask, my voice strained from holding back my lust. He looks up at me with eyes the color of melted chocolate. He nods and spreads his legs wider, allowing me to rest easier there.

“Hai, Kenpachi. Please,” he mummers softly. I groan softly and start to slide into him slowly. I finally stop when I was completely buried in him, letting him adjust to being filled in a place that used to be so small and tight. Waiting until he twitches his hips and makes a soft wanting noise, I then slowly slide out and then push back in, creating a gentle rhythm. One that neither of us wants to speed up or slow down.

Soon, he’s panting, filling the field with pants of my name and soft  pleas to cum. I reach down and in time with the music still, I stroke him to completion, shuddering as an already tight sheath, tightens even more. I manage a few more good thrusts before I to cum, filling him, some of the white stickiness spilling out.

Resting for a few moments, I pull out of him gently, causing him to moan at the feeling of being empty. Cleaning both of us up, I pull him close and cover us with my haori. I smile as he curls close with a happy sigh. He hasn’t said the words I know he wants to say, but I have a feeling he fears them. I can wait. I’ve been waiting for years for some one like him to come around. I don’t want to make him run away.

Like the song says “Though the pages are numbered, I can't see where they lead, for the end is a mystery no one can read, in the book of my life.”