Chapter one: The Wager

…" Scuse' me?" Kenpachi asked. His voice, the usual gruff steady baritone, betrayed his confusion. There was just no way he heard right. No way those words passed through those smooth, pouty, lips.

The small curvy female giggled, pure blue eyes sparkled with amusement. "Strip, pleas, and lay on the bed."

Kenpachi stared, only half sure this was not a dream. He regarded the girl, silently taking her in. She looked like the same girl from school. Yumichika told him about her before he arrived. Aiko Hajime. She was one of those "idol types" he personally couldn't stand. Honor student, adored by classmates and faculty, blah blah blah. From a wealthy French family in the US, came here to study.

He tried to really take her in. He'd only seen her a few times in class, but with the way she was staring at him, and what she just asked, she didn't fit the profile of any candy-assed honor student he'd ever seen. Not like they were the crowed he typically hung around. She didn't have a twin did she?

His hard green eyes roamed her form. Same short stature, same honey brown skin, long curly platinum white hair…and those eyes. That deep ocean blue….

Ah, well. Twin or not, it wasn't his business. She set the terms for their little wager. He just had to follow it. The whole situation was already weird as fuck, why make it worse with useless questions?

Early that day she barged into the men's bathroom where he and his crew usually hung out. She went straight into the lion's den, didn't even twitch an eyebrow, and called him out. Started bitching that Ikkaku and some of the boys were groping on the chicks she hung out with. Something like that. He was a little distracted. The girl was impossibly curvy. Rack wasn't as big as Mastumoto's or Ichigo's girl, Orihime, but a nice set. Her hips were something else though, nice and wide. Her legs looked pretty damn fine too. He stopped his ogling, however, when she asked him what he was going to do about his friends.

Truthfully, it wasn't that big of a deal. It wouldn't be the first time he told some of his idiot followers not to fuck around with some chicks who didn't want it. Didn't really give a shit but he had Yachiru to think about. Blood fucking boiled when he thought of any asshole ever putting hands on her. It never took him long to set his boys straight, but today was different. He was in a really bad mood. Challenge Ichigo to a fight earlier that day. Not only did the berry head outright refuse, one of his buddies, Chad, had stepped up in his place. He was a big mofo too. Got one good hit on him, but that was it. Kenpachi's left put him to sleep, officially souring his mood the rest of the day.

See, most people who knew him, knew to keep their distance when he got like this. Too bad for Aiko. Seemed she didn't know shit about him…so he let her off with an unofficial "warning".

He told her straight up to fuck off. It wasn't his fault her little friends weren't strong enough to fend for themselves. He even half-jokingly offered her a deal. If she sucked his cock, and made it good, he would tell his boys not to bother her bitch friends ever again.

He hoped that was the end of it, but nah. She offered an alternative. She outright challenged him to a bet. If she won, Ikkaku and those other assholes would never bother her bosom pals again. Ever. Kenpachi scoffed at first…but there was something about the look in her eyes. So intense. He was curious to see what she had in store. So he accepted with a condition of his own. If and when he won, she would be his personal fuck-toy. At least until he got bored.

He expected the usual. Straight laced bitches like her usually turned their noses up when guys talked like that. Screeched "pervert", ran away, etc…but she just smiled. It was a mysterious, sensual, almost cat-like, and said something in French.

"Jouet de baise? Semble les grands esprits se recontrent".

Before he could ask what the hell that meant, half-assuming it was an insult, she asked for his number. After class, she texted him the address of her apartment…..Which was where he was standing now…. while she eyed him like a cat looks at its favorite toy….and asking him to take of his clothes.

He hadn't realized he spaced out until he heard her snapping her fingers. His eyes fluttered, and he turned to her. She was chuckling.

"Where did you go, Zaraki-san?" her voice held amusement.

His voice went dry at the way she said his name. He didn't know if it was the accent or whatever, but it gave him goose-bumps. Plus, the way she was looking at him. Head cocked to the side, blue orbs burrowing into his, and that damn smile. It was like she could tell what he was thinking.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and headed towards the door.

"You are nervous. I understand. Don't worry Zaraki-san, I'll give you plenty of time to adjust. I'll leave you alone for a bit, but when I return, I ask you to please be naked and on my bed."

His heart sped up. In truth, when he came over he was half expected her to have someone here to fight. Like her dad or brother. He was fully expecting to get some ass kicking done tonight and fuck her until the sun came up, but this was just odd. He stopped his musings when she spoke again.

"If you are nervous there is really no need to be. I've seen you playing basketball on the street court. You're usually on the "skins" team, yes? I assure you, you have nothing to be ashamed of." Her voice dripped with seduction, his face actually lit up. She giggled and sashayed out of the room, closing the door softly.

Kenpachi tried to snap out of it. Acting like a goddamn virgin. Hell, he knew he was in great shape, but hearing her say that, and the way she said it was fucking with him. He didn't get pussy on the regular like Ikkaku or, surprisingly, Yumichika. He never really tried. There were a few willing partners, mostly whores. Couple were from a rival crew in their town. Some punk-asses got the bright idea to send these girls to try and lead him around by his cock, figuring he would let his guard down and get jumped.

Boy, were they wrong.

The most recent "partner" was Miss Suwa. His trig teacher. He was outright failing the class, she kept him after school for some "private tutoring", grabbed his dick one day, and that's how that started. She'd sext him during class, etc, few times told him about how neglectful her ex fiancé was, blah blah. Yea, Suwa was hot. Tons of guys wanted to bang her. But this chick here, Aiko, she was something else.

Kenpachi had been so distracted thinking, he didn't realize he'd somewhat involuntarily began to disrobe. He got his underwear off, large erection standing proudly. He flopped back onto her king sized bed and waited. And waited.

The fuck is she doing? He thought

He heard the shower going and he rolled his eyes.

Women.

He was half tempted to barge in there and demand the conditions of what their little bet was going to be. So far it was interesting. Naked in a hot girl's room, he wasn't really complaining. Whatever the hell it was, he'd be ready for it. He grinned wolfishly.

The door creaked open again and he turned his head, eyes widening

Goddamn

Her snow-white hair was in a messy bun. Warm brown skin still dripping from her shower. He knew she was giving that knowing smile again while he appraised her. Was too distracted watching a bead of water drop from her forehead to caress her cheek, slide down her slender neck and top of her collar bone, disappearing into her cleavage, barely covered by a towel.

His mouth went dry. She was so exotic looking and so damn bold. He almost hoped this was just some ploy to get him to drop his guard. Maybe she had some asshole in back ready to attack? At least that would make more sense. He certainly wasn't complaining about the nice view, but this was just bizarre.

She was looking him in the eyes as she approached. Her walk was slow, graceful, hips tilting as she moved. He was fully erect now. Couldn't wait until he won this.

She stopped when she reached the bed, cocked her head as her eyes slowly roved his body. Her eyebrow raised, an unmistakably impressed expression illuminated her features. His heart was pounding. The way she was looking at him. Like a tray of delicious food, like an object. Kenpachi suddenly felt uncomfortable, his confidence dwindling, feeling like he was on display. He was aware he was naked but felt more exposed now that her eyes were taking him in. His muscles tense and she hadn't missed that, as her grinned widened a bit.

She was openly objectifying him. There was pure exhilaration in her eyes as she scanned him. It was the same look she had when she talked to him in the bathroom. His body tensing the further down she went. It was like he was frozen. Powerless to her gaze, which he was not ok with it, but he didn't want to move.

He was watching her watch him, easily reading her expressions. She was taking time mapping his body. Occasionally she would pause, looking at a scar. He had dozens of cuts and long slashes from knife wounds and burns. She scanned the rest of his chest and abs, traveling further and further down.

He swore those eyes lit up when they landed on his cock. Her expression made him throb. It was the way a woman looks at a diamond. Unspoken awe. Kenpachi was almost flattered. He knew he was a big boy. Most bitches just couldn't hand him. Miss Suwa once told him she was sore for days after their first fuck.

She was good and loose now, though.

Aiko was looking more than a little impressed. He wanted to feel cocky, but he wasn't use to such blatant appreciation of his body. His scars were unnerving to most people. Steered the fuck away when he went on his morning jog.

But then here was this chick, looking at him like he was a shiny new toy. It was weird but if he was being honest with himself, he didn't mind all that much.

Her eyes continued over his muscled thighs, pausing when she reached the darkened, raised skin on his knee. She paused there, looking at his scar, face unreadable.

"Bullet wound." He blurted out.

He watched her nod and hum in the affirmative. She flashed him a quick smile and headed to her closet. Bending she retrieved something from the lower corner. Upon closer inspection, it was a suitcase with latches. Aiko placed it down on the floor and undid them.

Kenpachi's curiosity melted into concern as she began to pull out the contents. She removed twine, handcuffs, several bottles of lubricant, some odd-looking devices with wires and pliers attached. She was looking for something specific. What she didn't want, she would casually toss over her shoulder. She had pulled out a large blue dildo and paused to inspect it. Kenpachi shot up in the bed, hairless brow raised.

That'd better be for her.

If this was going where he thought he it was going, their little "wager" was off. Aiko took a look at his face and chuckled. "Don't worry, this isn't for you." She tossed the toy over her shoulder and dug back into the suitcase. Finally she pulled out some thick black rope and smiled, humming with approval.

Kenpachi was fed up with this peculiar game of charades. He spoke.

"Oi, Frenchie."

She raised a brow at him, and he continued.

"You bout ready to get this started? Cuz I ain't doin shit else til-"

"Be silent" she cut him off and rose to her feet. Her voice a cutting whisper, but eyes were eerily calm. It was a command.

Kenpachi's eye twitch. Did she really not know who she was talking to? Rising from the bed he stomped over, her short stature requiring him to bend slightly so he could get in her face. With their noses almost touching he growled.

"You. Don't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do, you bitch." He was visibly irritable. He didn't care what this was, or who the fuck she thought she was. An adorable face and fine ass body wasn't enough to make him act like her fucking dog.

He watched her face carefully. Once again, expected her to run screaming, which would probably be for the best. But once again she completely threw him for a loop.

Instead of rebutting, she slowly blinked, face contorted into a devilishly sexy smirk. Before Kenpachi could react, she was on him. Soft pink lips connected with his own, as small hands delved into his hair. He jolted trying to stand up straight, but she kept him there. His heart was beating fast. It took his brain a moment to register that she was not a threat. Kissing wasn't really his thing. He never had any relationships, he just fucked. Sucking face always seemed too intimate. But when Aiko's teeth nibbled his bottom lip she made a little pleading sound, he lost it. He closed his eyes and responded with a growl. Large mammoth hands clutched her wide hips, holding her small curvy form to his heated body. Kenpachi began to overpower the kiss, leaning forward so her back bent. He slowly started to rub his painfully hardened erection against her. One large hand snaked up to try to rip her towel off, but she pulled away from him. He let her go, reluctantly and blinked. Neither of them said anything. Aiko just stared up at him steadily.

Kenpachi didn't understand. She started it. Didn't she want this? He was getting sick of her teasing. He wanted to push past her, grab his shit and leave, but that would almost be like admitting defeat. Instead of moving he just held her gaze. She looked him square in the eyes, he couldn't read her expression. It was unnerving. So he looked anywhere else.

He took a moment to observe her room. Seemed pretty standard for a chick. It was a light blue. She had several posters of popular celebrities. Little toys, stuffed animals, and other nick knacks. There were various awards that adorned her walls. Squinting he could make out the etches on the trophies. Some for volleyball, community service, cheer leading, piano, violin, ice skating.

It was the room of just your average girl. So, why the hell all of the sex toys and lube? Why were they practically naked? Who the fuck was she?

Aiko snapped her fingers and he looked at her once again. She looked amused.

"You space out a lot huh, Zaraki-san?"

Kenpachi, grunted and rolled his eyes. "Well, if some weird bitch invited you to her place to settle a bet, and kept you bored as shit with her little guessing games, you'd do the same thing."

She laughed again, to his annoyance. "You didn't seem so "bored" a moment ago, Zaraki-san." She winked at him.

He looked away, coughing into his hand. He held it there to hide his flaming cheeks. She laughed again. It was soft and genuine.

He kind of liked it.

"I would like us to try again." He heard her say. He still couldn't look at her. Dropping his hand, he started cracking his fingers and finally shrugged. "Could you close your eyes please?" she asked.

He hesitated for a moment. He convinced himself that whatever she tried to pull on him, he'd already been through worse. Had the scars to prove it. No matter what he'd be ready. He shut his eyes.

Kenpachi kept his hands to his sides, he could still feel her observing. He could hear her quietly padding towards him. The warmth of her body radiated towards him. A cool gentle hand stroked his face, making him flinch. His heart was racing. What was wrong with him? It was just one girl. He was sure they were alone. He wasn't afraid of her but there was something about her that set him on edge. Who could really blame him for being nervous? The chick was a wild card.

The small hand continued its caresses. It stroked his hair, the back of it stroked his forehead. Slender fingers glanced over his hairless eyebrows and cheek. She hesitated before she stroked the scar that went from the top of his forehead, over his eye and down his chin. She was being so gentle.

Her thumb smoothed over his lips, his tongue darted out afterward. He was suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was. Her second hand joined the other and she held his face, slowly pulling him down. He gave into the silent command, holding his breath.

Her lips met his again and he felt like he was on fire. Kenpachi tried to keep his breathing calm. It was softer than before. So warm. His blood was pounding in his ears, his body tensing up. There was a fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach. There was so much internal turmoil going inside of him, but he couldn't move.

He shuddered when her hand roamed over the back of his neck, playing with some of the baby hair at the base of his skull, scratching lightly. An odd sensation but so good.

He realized, he fucked several women here and there, but she was now his first kiss. Kenpachi began to respond, slowly, unsure of himself. As the lip lock progressed he began to feel more confident, although still trying to keep with the gentle pace she had set. It became more difficult when he could feel the moisture in the back of her mouth. He kept his cool, and brought his hands up to her waist, which she allowed.

She felt so soft, and tender he could barely control himself. Kenpachi was so wrapped into her he hardly noticed one of her hands sneaking down his body. The tips of her fingers brushed the swollen head of his cock, making him gasp. She took the opportunity to delve her tongue into his mouth.

Kenpachi clutched her tighter, more so because of the shock. He had never met a woman this bold.

Her small appendage searched his mouth, slowly. It laved over his tongue again and again, making him groan. She tasted fantastic. Sweet. Almost like honey but something else that was her own. His tongue slipped into her mouth as well, trying to search for more.

Kenpachi was so distracted he hardly notice she was walking him back towards the bed. He tumbled back, falling into the softness but didn't care. He didn't want to let her go.

His giant hands slid down her back greedily, trying to squeeze her ass, but she stopped him. Without breaking their kiss, her small hands encircled his wrists and brought them up, pressed down by his head. There make out session lasted a bit longer. She pulled away, giving him a few more soft pecks, and smiled sweetly at him. The butterflies in his stomach were back.

What was she doing to him?

She lightly kissed his cheek, and sat up. When he began to rise with her, she put a hand on his chest and whispered.

"Stay."

Kenpachi did as instructed, watching her slowly climb off of him and return to the suitcase. He wasn't even mad at her bossing him around. He didn't know what she planned to do, but whatever it was, he wanted it. Bad.

She returned, sensually climbing on top of him but positioned herself so she was hovering on top of him. Just barely over his erection. He managed to force himself to be still, but his cock was twitching as it felt the warmth of her thighs. He couldn't see, but he could feel the close proximity of her pussy.

When he looked at her face, she was staring at him. Same kittenish smirk. Same knowing expression. She dangled the black rope he saw earlier over him and spoke with a purr.

"The rules are simple, Zaraki-san."

She trailed off as she went to work tying him to her headboard. She tugged on the rope, satisfied, and turned around moved towards his legs. As she moved downward the edge of her towel ghosted over his prick, making him grunt. A bead of his pre-cum oozed into view. And sure enough she had noticed. She looked from his erection to his face over her shoulder. Her eyes absolutely smoldered. He couldn't see over her shoulder, but he knew the little minx was smiling. She secured both of his legs to the posts at the end of her bed, and hoped off him.

Kenpachi was skeptical, but not too nervous. He was sure he could break the ropes if he needed to. And he didn't care if she sent in an attack squad to get him, set him on fire, stabbed him, shot him, or went psycho-bitch on him.

He was going to win this, and fuck the shit out of her. He never wanted a woman so damn bad.

When she finished, she turned to him, eyes sparkling, sexy devilish smirk on her lips.

"All you have to do… is not cum."

Translations

Jouet de baise? Semble les grands esprits se recontrent- Fuck toy? Seems great minds think alike.