Soiled Berry
Disclaimer:My name is Anemone. Guess who doesn't own Bleach? This gal!
Dedicated to Sly-sama because our joint project- Papa Ken-chan- inspired this.
Prologue
The swing of his sword actually connected this time. He didn't try to fight the smile that spread across his lips. If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear the bastard's bells. Maybe this time, he could actually win.
"Ah, you can finally hear them, huh? That's good; you should take advantage of them. I only wear the bells and this eye patch to keep things interesting."
The sheer arrogance in the man's voice drove the orange haired youth mad. And the smirk that etched its way across those tasty looking lips-.
'Dammit! I can't keep fighting with Kenpachi if these thoughts keep getting in the way. It's because of them that I get my ass kicked.' And, quite against his will, he thought of the other things he wanted the wild haired man to do to his ass. He could feel the blush spreading over his cheeks. 'Fuckin' teenage hormones.'
With a shake of bright orange hair, he attempted to re-focus.
"Come on, Ichigo, you can do better than that." Kenpachi said. The bastard was actually encouraging him. He enjoyed every slash the youth made.
This was supposed to be nothing more than simple Kendo. But Ichigo and Kenpachi had soon discovered that fighting with bamboo swords was boring. So, they stepped it up a notch or three by fighting with actual swords because, as Kenpachi had put it, it was so much more fun to cut and slash.
The electricity that charged the air as each male took a fighting stance and charged, blades drawn, trying to prove who had the better fighting skills- there was really no way to properly describe it. The look of resolve and determination filled chocolate brown eyes as he stared down his gray-green eyed opponent.
"With the next swing, I'll end this." Ichigo stated firmly, confidently.
The bell and eye patch wearing maniacal man laughed. "We'll see," he retorted, dropping into a fighting stance.
The laugh built into an insane cackle- one that could rival that of Shiro, Ichigo's albino twin- as the teen charged the older male. When he felt the blade connect, felt the warm trickle of blood slide down his hand, he let a victorious smile take the place of his usual scowl.
"I told you I'd do it," Ichigo stated cockily.
"That was invigorating. In all my years of fighting, I've never felt such elation." The man was enjoying the defeat. Ichigo didn't understand it at all.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" An orange brow was raised curiously, chocolate orbs were questioning. The orange haired teen was angry. He wanted Kenpachi to sulk about his loss.
"Nothing at all," Kenpachi said. "Now come on, let's hit the showers."
The thought of showering with Kenpachi sent those thoughts and feelings from earlier rushing to the forefront of his mind yet again.
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In the locker room, under the steam of the water from the shower, Ichigo found himself in a situation he shouldn't be in but wanted too much to stop.
Kenpachi pressed him against the cool tile of the wall, hands running a soapy washcloth over ripped abs and slightly tan skin. Long lashes brushed against surely red cheekbones as chocolate eyes fluttered closed.
When rough hands grabbed his flaccid organ, those eyes snapped open. "K-Kenpachi, we shouldn't be doing this." Ichigo's protest was forced. He had wanted this for quite a while, but not in some dirty locker room.
"Calm down, Ichigo." Kenpachi soothed. "I only want a taste."
"Wha-?" The rest of the teen's question was cut short as a hot mouth engulfed him.
A long, experienced tongue ran up and down his shaft, taking in his now rigid and throbbing member little by little. Hands came up, pinning the boy against the wall, to keep him from bucking into that searing cavern. When his member was finally fully sheathed in Kenpachi's mouth, Ichigo let out a low, heated moan.
Fingers laced into wild, bell clad hair as Kenpachi began to suck him. Tongue danced along his shaft, skimming the head which had begun to weep, and lapping at the sensitive underside. Ichigo's fingers twisted into tangled locks and he threw his head back as yet another moan and intense pleasure washed over his body.
Teeth lightly nibbled his member, and the youth almost lost it. He was teetering on the edge, and Kenpachi was surprised that he had lasted this long. Smirking, he released one of the boy's hips and brought his free hand to the base of Ichigo's shaft. As his head continued to bob, he ran his hand along the boy's shaft as his mouth uncovered it.
A few more minute of these ministrations, and Ichigo lost the battle with the cum he had been holding in. He released a river into the older male's mouth, and Kenpachi swallowed it all, not allowing a single drop to leave his lips.
Kenpachi licked his lips and moved from his position on the floor, standing in front of Ichigo. Strong fingers wove into the boy's hair, and before the youth could fully register what was happening, rough lips were upon him, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
In a gasp of pain as sharp teeth bit into soft flesh, Ichigo opened his mouth which was quickly invaded by that sinful tongue. The feeling of that war appendage dancing with his own set Ichigo's body aflame. He didn't even try to fight for dominance, just melted into the kiss.
"More," Ichigo commanded when Kenpachi finally released him for air.
A laugh escaped the battle-loving man's lips. "You're not ready for that yet," he said firmly. "You should get someone to show you the ropes."
"But I want you to show me the ropes!" Ichigo knew he was whining. He couldn't help it, Kenpachi was being unreasonable.
"I don't want to hurt you," Kenpachi soothed. "Take this. You ripped it out a minute ago. Give it back when you're ready. I'll be waiting." He placed the object in Ichigo's hand and, with a chaste kiss, he disappeared from the showers.
Ichigo was left standing under the running water, clutching a lone bell from the man's wild mane.
()()()
"And that's what happened." Ichigo finished his tale, eying his raven haired best friend who was sipping her pumpkin-spice latte and twirling an auburn lock of her lover's hair.
"Gee, King, all Hime asked ya was where th' bell came from. Ya didn' hafta get so graphic. Although, I gotta say, I like it. Ya should do it more often, just when we're alone."
Ichigo's cheeks felt hot- he knew they were tainted crimson- and he glared at his twin.
Shiro cackled. "What's th' matter, King? A 'lil excited?"
"Shiro for just five fucking seconds can you treat me like your brother and not your crush?"
"Aww c'mon, King. How am I supposed ta do that when you keep lookin' so appealing?"
"Dammit Shiro! Shut up!" Ichigo wanted to kick his albino brother. As it was, he just shook his head causing the bell which was threaded into an orange spike to jingle.
"So what are you gonna do?" Rukia finally asked? Silver blues shone with amusement at the exchange between the siblings. She was far more than used to Shiro's antics.
"I guess I'm gonna have to find someone to "show me the ropes" of gay sex." Again, Ichigo felt the blush.
"I'm available!" Shiro's golden orbs darkened with lust and excitement. "I'd take real good care of ya Ichigo."
"Dammit Shiro, don't fucking purr!"
"Besides, Shiro-san, I don't think it's appropriate for brothers to behave that way." Orihime chimed in, index finger pressed to her bottom lip thoughtfully.
"Might not be appropriate, but it's pretty fuckin' hot. What'd ya say, King?" Blue tongue darted across black lipstick coated lips enticingly.
"Hell no!"
"Y'know I ain't waitin' around forever." Shiro pouted.
"It's settled then," Rukia stated.
Ichigo looked at her questioningly. "What?"
"I'll teach you everything." Silver blues filled with anticipation.
"Rukia, just because you read a lot of yaoi, it doesn't mean-." Ichigo started to explain.
"I can do it Ichigo. Besides," a smirk pulled at the corners of her lips. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to claim that ass of yours."
"'Cept ya lack the essential thing ya need ta do it." Shiro cackled.
"Oh, I have a way around that," Rukia assured.
"I knew I'd regret telling you this," Ichigo groaned.
His raven haired friend's mind was made up, and there was no way to change it.
()()()
To Be Continued!