Ragged
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Pairing: Kenpachi/Ichigo
Word Count: 248 (only actual Drabble)
One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Ragged
Breathing raggedly, Ichigo leaned against Zangetsu heavily, looking through his right eye—the one eye that wasn't being completely blinded by the blood from the overflowing cut right above his eye—Ichigo scowled at a widely grinning Kenpachi, who was even more ragged looking than himself in his torn black clothes and ragged looking captain's coat.
"Face it, berry boy, I won today, which means it's your face that's going to be eating the pillow tonight," Kenpachi grinned viciously.
It was tradition for them to fight—literally--over who would top that night. They were the only fights that Kenpachi mostly dominated with Ichigo, who usually always won their other battles. Ichigo assumed it came with him being a sex-crazed monster.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ichigo scowled in response.
It wasn't like he didn't like having sex with the bastard, but whenever he bottomed he always limped heavily the next day and everyone who saw, always commented. Not to mention the cat calls he got from Kenpachi's division were annoying.
Grinning, Kenpachi slung his arm around the much smaller Ichigo's shoulders, his grin wide and terrifying to everyone around him.
"Aw, you scared? Don't worry...you'll like it. You always fucking do."
Jabbing his elbow into the taller male's gut, Ichigo moved in front of him in irritation.
"Yeah, well, I'll definitely win tomorrow! And then it'll be you screaming my name!"
Grinning at his lover's exclamation, Kenpachi leaned forward with a leering smirk.
"That's what I like to hear."