Ichigo loved Kenpachi's scars.
Ever since he'd first been able to touch the large man, let his fingers glide along the battle scared field…
The way they formed a patchwork to cover the otherwise silky expanse of skin - a memento to his past, his ability to survive... To fight.
And he knew all to well how much Kenpachi loved to fight.
Loved the rush that ran through his veins, the sight, smell, touch, of blood free in the air, no matter what happened to the man himself.
Ichigo had long ago learned to bask in the pain, to wind himself down into the utter joy of his heartbeat, the pumping of blood-
Duck, swing, parry, parry again-this attack harder to hold than the first-, lunge, swoop, flip over him –I have to move before he turns!-, attack, attack, attack! Dodge, lunge -
The two lovers seemed to dance around each other, but oh what a delightfully bloody fight it is.
Their hakama's and haori's swaying, blood spraying their surroundings, swords gleaming and flicking stray drops of blood away only added to the stunning scene...
A clash of swords - a clash of wills - a contest to see who'd top this time.
Ichigo, with a flash of inspiration fueled by desire, met his loves eyes, and let the heat he was feeling enter his own as slowly a smile of pure lust graced his features. He then slowly dragged his eyes down down down - still instinctively wielding Zangetsu, knowing if he was any less trained he would have dropped the sword and ripped the stupid interfering clothing off - and let that special look, the look of knowing someone's body intimately, knowing every inch, every spot to caress to get a moan... He let the knowledge of Kenpachi's body fill his eyes, and Kenpachi was lost in his own answering surge of desire, those deep deep deep dark brown eyes glazing for but a moment.
Quick as a blink - quicker - Ichigo sneaked past his guard and rested Zangetsu against his lover's pale pale thick throat, and froze in place, holding the large blade absolutely still.
Leaning up, he kissed the skin just below where his sword lay against gleaming skin, and breathed triumphantly, "I win."
Kenpachi blinked away his stupor and grinned, looking down at him with eyes that seemed to glow. "Ya sure 'bout that, Ichi?"
Startled, Ichigo followed his lover's gaze to see Kenpachi's own ragged sword aimed at his stomach. He grimaced. While he had a more classic death strike, Kenpachi could easily spear him through the stomach in this pose, leaving him to die painfully while his own stomach acids ate at him alive.
"Well, damn. Now who tops?"
They shared a grin before jumping away and then engaging yet again - Ichigo loving each cut made on his and Kenpachi's skin - a claim, a mark.
Of ownership and belonging.
- Just how the two wanted it.
And how it will always be.
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A/N.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Bleach. My imagination likes to toy with other's creations, rather than make my own that others would then toy with. I jealously guard my own creations, what can I say? *shrugs*
Ichigo and Kenpachi... anything but a dominance fight doesn't seem to work when it comes to these two, and damn, but blood and fighting is so much fun~
Special thanks go to Momo, or as you will find her - Sunstar Kitsune for adding some to this - all because I've got to feed the monster, yea? :P
Momo: Sooo yummy! Bloody bloody!
Dreamer thanks you all for reading :3
[Freaking hell Momo, you got me speaking in third person now...]
Momo: MWAHAHHA!!!
Dreamer: -.- ....