Pretty
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Pairing: Kenpachi/Ichigo
Word Count: 237 (only actual Drabble)
Pretty
Wincing, Ichigo stumbled as he helped the completely smashed eleventh company captain back to his quarters, groaning at the weight the man had on him. Kenpachi didn't seem to notice or mind that the substitute soul reaper was struggling to half-carry him, though, as he fully leaned into the orange haired teen with a drunken grin.
"Ichi-Ichi-Ichi~go," Kenpachi grinned drunkenly, stumbling over Ichigo's name as he leaned into the younger male more, much to Ichigo's annoyance.
"What?"
Ichigo sighed, grunting slightly as he adjusted the man's arm around his neck and slid is own up to grip the back of the man's sash.
"Yo-you lu-look -pu-pretty," Kenpachi grinned before moving down and licking his cheek.
Stiffening in shock, Ichigo yelped at the feeling of something wet and warm against his cheek before he was lifted completely from the floor and thrown onto Kenpachi's shoulder.
"Hey! You could walk!"
Ichigo accused, eying the older male's insane grin warily before yelping as he was flash stepped into Kenpachi's quarters and straight to his room.
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Wincing, Ichigo rubbed his ass, glaring at a smirking Kenpachi as he did so.
"That's the last time I stay behind to drag you home," Ichigo muttered, even though they both knew it was a lie.
"Sure, pretty, whatever you say," Kenpachi grinned, dodging he shoe that nearly hit him in the eye, courtesy of a fuming Ichigo.
"And stop calling me pretty!"