Authors note: In the last chapter I focused more on Kenpachi seducing Ichigo first, but in this one it's the other way around. Of course Kenpachi remains the more dominate one (I like Kenny being a seme, and Ichi being a uke :3). But if anyone is interested in the roles being switched let me know because I want to keep these installments interesting for my readers. (Even though it might be a little challenging to write for a uke Kenny, and a seme Ichigo. O_o But hey, I like to satisfy my readers, so if that's what they want, they'll get it!)
Brief chapter summary: Ichigo stays the night at the squad eleven barracks and spends some quality time with captain Zaraki, and a bottle of sake. The tipsy substitute becomes courageously curious.
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The gates of the Senkaimon swiftly slide open to reveal a silhouette submerged with a heavenly white radiance surrounding it, which lit the night that had fallen over the Seireitei. The outline of the transported substitute soul reaper stood sturdily, fully prepared for his duties.
The luminosity around him gradually diminished as the gates closed behind him, and then visually disappeared. Baring a strong facial expression, Ichigo scanned over the area. Realizing that there wasn't a soul in sight, which he wasn't expecting. He thought he would be greeted with familiar shinigami lined up to discuss the situation after his arrival.
Ichigo began advancing forward in a brisk stride down the lengthy passage way upon catching a glimpse of the recognizable back of a torn up captains coat with the Kanji symbol 十一 marking the white fabric. And as customarily as always, latched onto the back of that coat was the small frame of a pink hair girl riding passenger.
"Hey, Kenpachi!" Ichigo's blaring voice echoed, which probably wasn't very mannerly to do since it was late at night.
The ample captain and the tiny lieutenant simultaneously rotated back to expose the startled look masking their face.
Ichigo finally caught up and halted beside the looming captain. "So, where the hell is everyone?" he asked, his breath still not fully seized from the stride.
Kenpachi upturned his none-existent eyebrows. "Wuh? What are you talking about Ichigo? It's one-am. Everyone is in their barracks."
Ichigo's face scrunched up. "Wait, seriously? I don't understand. Urahara told me that you guys needed me here. Something about an important mission they needed as much aid in as possible."
"Oh." Kenpachi sounded as he hooked his head back to put Yachiru in his sight. She giggled at her captain, as if there was an inside joke between them.
"Ichi~ that isn't until tomorrow night!" Yachiru said with a giggle dancing in her tone.
"To-Tomorrow? But... Urahara told me it was tonight!"
Kenpachi looked like he was about to speak, but his lieutenant robbed the words from him instead. "Nope, it's defiantly tomorrow! Believe me, Kenny keeps gooood track of all the activity going on here. You really should pay closer attention, Ichi."
"Hey it's not my fault Urahara told me wrong information!" Ichigo befitted an appearance of disappointment as he curved his head away from the two soul reapers.
"Well, there's no sense in leaving. I already told everyone back home I was going on a weekend trip, so it's not like I can go back home now."
The captain observed the distressed substitute soul reaper below him. "If you're not going back to the world of the living, do you have a place to stay tonight in the Seireitei?"
Ichigo looked back over his shoulder. "Oh, well, usually when I spend the night here I just bunk in where ever there's room."
Kenpachi twisted his back to him and swiftly signaled his head at an angle; as if he was using those spikes on his head as guiding arrows.
"Follow me, you can stay in my barracks." Without discussing the proposal further, Kenpachi commenced in hiking onward; his bells matching the same rhythm of his footsteps.
"Yaay~heeh! Sleepover!" Yachiru cheered.
"You... You want me to stay in your barracks?" Ichigo rushed up behind him and tried to keep up with his pace.
"Yeah. Why, do you have a problem with my division?" he presented to him a punitive glance.
Ichigo jerked back and waved the palms of his hands franticly at him. "Oh no no, not at all. I just wasn't expecting you to offer."
Kenpachi shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, I can be generous when I want to be."
Generous? Yeah right. Kenpachi probably just wants to lure him onto his base so Ichigo can't escape a pre-planned battle between them. Even if that's not the case, which he doubted, Ichigo wouldn't get a wink of sleep. He thought he'd probably kill him if he kept his eyes off him longer than a second.
Why am I still walking? I shouldn't even consider this. He tried to gather the courage to just tell the captain no thanks, but it was impossible to spit out. If he was able to, he could just stay with Rukia or Renji, so it's not like he'd be out on the streets. Then again he would defiantly insult the captain, but on the other hand he was probably just proposing this to guarantee a fight.
Ichigo recalled some of the stories he heard about the ruffians that made up the eleventh division. He questioned if he'd even survive a night on the squads territory. Especially with Kenpachi in charge, anything can happen.
"Heeere we are~!" The merry lieutenant announced as they reached their destination.
Damnit. Ichigo was so busy deliberating that he hadn't realized how much distances they covered. It's too late to turn back now.
The instant they made their entrance within the barrier of the grounds, Ichigo alarmingly detected the sound of glass shattering followed by a whiny insult; the tone sounding very familiar. The substitute noticed Kenpachi continue walking, as if he didn't even hear any of the ruckus.
"Um, Kenpachi? Don't you think we should check out what that was?" Ichigo couldn't detain the habit of letting his heroism shine.
"Don't worry about it." Kenpachi stated simply as they traveled into what Ichigo believed to be an assemblage wing for the squad.
"Don't worry about it?" Ichigo turned the captain's statement into a question, an attitude disguised through his pitch.
The trouble of the captain having to explain was avoided, for the scene the three shinigami walked in on answered the substitute's question.
In what appeared to be a lounge was a gathering of rowdy eleventh division shinigami. All Ichigo could catch in the disorderly commotion was fist flying, swords clashing, and lots of bottles of sake being guzzled down. Sprawled out all across the tatami mats were passed out squad members, who Kenpachi ignored as he stepped over them. The captain was accustom to this, it didn't even faze him anymore.
Moving close behind Kenpachi, almost using him as a shield, Ichigo cautiously past the gathering of drunken squad members eyeing him up. A drip of sweat glided down his cheek as he noticed the glares they were all sending were hateful; the kind Kenpachi would give when he was itching for a fight. They must take after their captain.
Ichigo's edgy composure soothed slightly as his cautious gaze found a familiar face within the crowd of vile looking drunks. But upon expecting further, the usually calm and collected fifth seat had distress omitting from his attractive features.
"Yumichika, is there something wrong?" Ichigo stepped out from behind Kenpachi, causing Yumichika to blend a look of revelation into his troubled face. He must have not noticed the substitute hiding behind his ample captain.
"Oh, Ichigo. Funny seeing you here." Yumichika tried to smugly mask his worry by placing his graceful fingertips on his brow. He freed a troublesome sigh as he answered the substitute. "Well, not exactly but Ikkaku jumped out the window a few moments ago to chase after some fool and he hasn't come back yet. I just hope he doesn't destroy the whole Seireitei in the process and get our squad into trouble. He doesn't have the best temper when liquor is pumping through him."
"So what? Let him have some fun." The captain said in a frolicsome snarl. "That's his duty as a member of my squad." He grinned spiritedly, not worried at all how Ikkaku could destroy the division's reputation.
Yumichika cornered his lips upwards. "I suppose you're right. But anyways, I can't help but to ask what the substitutes business is here. Care to enlighten me, captain?"
Yachiru hurdled herself off the Kenpachi's shoulder, taking it upon herself to fill his place. "Ichi is sleeping over with us tonight, Yumi!"
The fifth seat raised his brows. "O-ho, I see." He looked away from the little lieutenant to Ichigo and smirked humbly. "Well, good luck with that."
Ichigo swung his head away cynically "Yeah. Thanks."
The captain sulked his shoulders down with a worn-out sigh. "I need a drink. These idiots gave me a headache." Ichigo assumed he was referring to the unruly ambiance of his drunk subordinate's.
"Well, there's no one out on the deck, you'd find some tranquility there." Yumichika suggested elegantly as he folded his arms.
"Fine." Kenpachi started to walk. "Come on, Ichigo." The captains stern instruction nudged the substitute up into an speedy pace. They left behind Yumichika, and also Yachiru, who was busy scribbling designs with permanent marker on passed out squad members.
Ichigo previously thought Kenpachi would show him to the sleeping quarters and be on his own way, but when the captain lead him right out to the deck, he couldn't help but to speak up.
"You… Want me to stay out here with you or…" he said unsurely, his words jagged. He never knew when he would offend or piss off the captain.
Kenpachi sat on the edge of the deck, and then gave a look over his shoulder as if Ichigo had said something stupid. "Nooo, I brought you out here to sleep." He spoke sarcastically then resumed his gaze back out to the yard. "Take a seat Ichigo."
The substitute throat tensed up, making him unable to swallow his nerves. He sat down near the captain, but left enough space between them to ensure Ichigo some time to defend himself if the captain felt like randomly striking him.
Kenpachi flicked his head back toward the open doorway diagonally behind them and shouted into it, "Makizo! Get out here." His brash order made Ichigo wince.
Somewhere in between the timeframe of Ichigo blinking, the edgy tenth seat subordinate appeared in a flash on the deck beside Kenpachi, bowing franticly. "You called me? Sorry if I took too long captain sir!"
Kenpachi snarled. "Bring out a bottle of sake. Quick."
"Yes sir!" Makizo ran back inside, and just like before, returned in a nervous instant.
"Here you are, captain!" he bowed multiple times.
"You can leave now." The captain ordered as he snagged the bottle from the tenth seats jittery grasp.
"Yes of course sir! Thank you for choosing me to carry out this duty captain sir!" he bowed again before hurrying off the deck.
Ichigo turned back to Kenpachi after watching the frazzled member. "He seems… kind of afraid of you." He stated the obvious.
"Yeah, most people are. And I prefer it that way." He stated coldly as he poured the sake into a bowl that Makizo was actually smart enough to supply without having to be told.
Ichigo latched onto the spokes that held up the rail. "Yumichika and Ikkaku don't seem to be like that toward you though. And obviously Yachiru."
"And what's your point?" he throatily asked.
"Um…!" Ichigo tried to find a reply. "I was just making conversation is all." Ichigo fretfully dangled his feet over the deck as he watched the captain drink.
After the bowl was lowered from his quenched mouth, Kenpachi stretched it out to Ichigo, gesturing him to take the dish.
The boy's eyes protruded. "What… What do you want me to do with that?"
Wrinkles formed on Kenpachi's forehead as he looked over the boy in puzzlement. "You're really stupid."
"Huh? Why are you calling me stupid?!"
The captain closed his eyes to enjoy the slight high the sake was gradually giving him. "Yumichika is so boring to drink with; when he gets drunk all he does is talk about how perfect he is. Ikkaku just turns into Yachiru when she doesn't get her way, and everyone else is too busy kissing my ass to have a fun time drinking together." The captain brought the bowl back to him and took another sip, making Ichigo wonder where this conversation was going.
"But the fact is I actually hate drinking alone. So here." He gestured the bowl again to Ichigo.
Ichigo's face twisted in repulse as he jerked backwards like the dish was a ticking bomb. "I'm only fifteen I can't drink that!"
Kenpachi's eyes extended open widely, his mouth dropping from the boys claim. "Fifteen? Oh God." He slapped his immense palm over his face. "You're telling me Yachiru is over a three-hundred years older than you? How is that?"
"The hell? Have you forgotten I'm human?" Ichigo rejected his offer by pushing the dish still lingering near him away with the tip of his fingers.
The captain looked out into the yard and took a large gulp of sake. "Listen, I'm going to pretend you never told me that, and hopefully if I drink enough I wont even remember you did." Kenpachi chuckled hoarsely.
Ichigo folded his arms as he eyed the captain quizzically; bothered by why his age was even a big deal to him. "Shinigami age a lot differently than humans. Sure Yachiru is technically older than me, but in the human word she would only pass for six years old, maybe even younger. So age between shinigami and humans can't be compared. It hardly matters."
"Well," Kenpachi dropped backwards to lie on the deck, he mischievously grinned as he looked up at Ichigo. "If age doesn't matter, then why can't you drink?"
"Umph…!" His airtight lips sounded a baffled muffle; unable to answer Kenpachi's sharp-witted remark. He dowcasted his glace and shrugged. "Phmf… Nice try."
"Oh c'mon Ichigo! A few sips wont kill ya'. But I could~ Heheh" Kenpachi slurred, he was obviously getting tipsy now.
The boy gasped. "Is…Is death threats your only way of pursuing me!"
"Just take it kid. I wont tell anyone if that's what you're worried about." Kenpachi, who was still relaxing across the wooden flooring that made up the deck spoke lazily.
Ichigo gulped down the sharp taste in his mouth, as if he already had a sip of the alcohol. Hesitantly, Ichigo reached out for the bowl and let the border of the dish linger near his lips for a moment; allowing the aroma of the liquor to fill his nostrils. Tentatively, he wrapped his lips around the rim of the bowl and shifted his head back. In one shot, he gulped down all the contents of the bowl.
"Whoa-ho. Look at you. You make it look like you've done this before. What was all this talk about 'I'm only fifteen, I can't drink~!'" Kenpachi mimicked Ichigo's voice offensively.
Ichigo swung his head away. "Tsk. I don't even say it like that. And you're being a bad influence! If you're so much older than me you should know better than to let a minor drink." Ichigo arrogantly spoke, pouting childishly under Kenpachi's gaze. But his mouth soon watered for more of the taste of sake, he eyed the bottle.
"You want another shot, don't you? Heh." Kenpachi placed the bottle on the other side of him, making it accessible to Ichigo.
"Psh. I don't want that." Ichigo fakely said, and from the look on the captain's face he could tell he was lying.
"Well, maybe just one more sip."
It wasn't long after that one sip turned into twenty chugs.
A goofy sneer plastered across Ichigo face; his cheeks sprinkled with red from his blood pressure rising. His body swayed as his vision became cloudy, and his head became a light.
Ichigo stared with histrionic amazement at the bottle of sake in his hand that he was holding unstably – which was now almost empty from both the captain and himself drinking it as if it was the only source of liquid on a hot day. "Why is it… that everyone doesn't drink this… like… all the time?" the words slurped between Ichigo's lips followed by a hiccup.
"I have no idea… Can you believe that tightwad Toshiro banned sake from his squad?" Kenpachi informed, his eyes hooded contently.
Ichigo bounced his shoulders up, alarmed by the news the captain just told him. "Banned? As in… not allowed… no more? This is an outrage! You can't… No. You can't do that."
"If you're the captain, yes you can."
"No! No they can't do it Kenny. That is… the thing that is not… allowed, okay? You… you have to address this at the next-" his sentence was interrupted by a hiccup. "-captains meeting."
"Why bother." Kenpachi snuggly placed the palms of his hands under his head for cushion. "I don't really care as long as my squad can still drink. Besides I heard his lieutenant still gets smashed almost every night and hides sake all throughout his office."
"Rangiku? No way!" Ichigo's mouth dropped open like a teenage girl that just heard juicy gossip. "Man, there's always exciting things going on here." Ichigo propped his weight back on his elbows. "I wish I lived here. The human world sucks compared to this place."
"Yeah I hate it there too, it's really confusing to find your way around there. That's why you wont see me going out there too often for missions; I leave that to my subordinate's."
"But hey you should go more to visits me so we can do something like this again. We have sake in my world too! And even more kinds of liquor!"
"Oh yeah?" Kenpachi raised his head up a little, but it soon plopped back down with a jingle from his weak condition. "I'll have to check that out then."
"You can stay at my place when you do!" Ichigo slurred eagerly. "Though I don't think you'll fit in my closet…" he pinched his bottom lip thoughtfully.
"Your… closet? Why the hell would you worry about me fitting in your closet Ichigo?" Kenpachi gave a plastered cackle. "Wow you're really drunk. You're much more fun to drink with than the others for sure."
Ichigo's face squashed up with a sudden temper; his skin turning even redder. "I am not drunk! You're drunk!"
"You pickin' a fight with me boy?" Kenpachi looked over his ample chest to impale an intimidating gaze over Ichigo.
"So what if I am, you… you scared or somephin'?" Ichigo's speech became more incoherent as he spoke. The sake was giving him a big dose of courage, that's for sure.
"Ha-ha, oh I would love to fight ya' kid, trust me. But it would be a waste to do it now. Besides I don't even think I can stand at this moment."
"Psh. How weak. Look at this I can probably stand and…and do gymnastics!" Kenpachi batted his eyes, Ichigo sounded like a little boy trying to impress an adult. He was almost waiting for him say 'are you watching~?'
Ichigo positioned his palms on the ground to balance his weight. His legs stretched out fully, the blood rushed to his head as he tried to find some steadiness. When it came to taking his hands up off the ground to erect his form, he tumbled forward, successfully keeping his promise of doing gymnastics for he flipped a perfect ten forward and pounced directly onto the captain.
"Omph!" The captain painfully sounded as Ichigo lodged into his gut. "Damnit Ichigo, be careful of what you're doing. Now get off of me."
"Ooooh…" Ichigo sang out in a way that reminded the captain of Yachiru.
"What is it now? Why don't you get off already?"
"Oookay now I know what you mean about not being able to stand."
"You're kidding, you can't get off me?"
Ichigo rubbed his head against the ridged fabric on the captains shoulder. "Nope." The boy didn't seem to mind, he actually looked quite comfortable; he was laying right across the captain, as if he was a mattress, so Kenpachi feared he might actually fall asleep.
"Damnit Ichigo." Kenpachi sighed, his liquor stained breath breezing through the boys orange strains of hair. "You better not pass out on me."
The boy moaned faintly as he twitched his fingertips against the captains chest that was slightly damp with Ichigo's drool. It was clear the substitute had already fallen asleep; exactly what the captain didn't want.
Kenpachi irritatingly closed his eyes as well, accepting the fact he was stuck like this until he reclaimed back some of his strength. It wasn't long before he too had fallen asleep.
Meanwhile in the front entrance of the eleventh division barracks, a certain bald someone heaved and shoved wildly at the gates concealing him on the outside. "Why did they lock me out!" Ikkaku scowled at the gates in disgust.
"Yumichika!" he wailed out with no shame about it being four-am. He started walking around the perimeter; his bruised features snarling for the inconvenience of having to enter through the back way.
"Hopefully that little prissy boy didn't lock that gate too!" he growled out to himself.
He pulled at the handle and sighed in relief as the gate slid away from the frame of the barrier. He traveled into the back yard after he bolted the gate closed behind him. He groggily dragged his Zanpakuto along the grass, he looked like he just got out of quite a rough brawl.
Ikkaku woozily climbed up the stairs leading to the deck. When he finally heaved himself up to the top, the sight that activated his eyes to enlarge also made his Zanpakuto free from his grasp and cling down to the wooden flooring below.
A formulation of a gag was present in his throat. He almost felt appalled by the scene of his captain - who he served and was honored to be under his division - fast asleep with that bright orange haired human laying on top of him, caressed in his arms.
"Wha-What the hell happened while I was away?!"
The captain stirred a little from Ikkaku's brash remark, causing Ichigo too to drowsily moan out a little from the disturbance. But they were far too plastered to be awoken that easily so they remained in their deep slumber.
After reclaiming his Zanpakuto, Ikkaku tiptoed down the length of the deck; trying to be as soundless as possible. If I wake up captain Zaraki, he might kill me… Or worse! Kick me out of the division for witnessing this! If that no-good Yumichika didn't lock the front gate I could have completely avoided this all together!
He snuck past slyly, his skill worthy enough to serve under Soifon in the stealth squad. He made it up to the backdoor and slowly slid it open and slipped half way inside before he was blocked by a feather wearing nuisance.
"Damn you Yumichika, move aside!" Ikkaku whispered aggressively.
"Hm? Why? What are you hiding?" Yumichika teasingly increased Ikkaku's agitation by snooping his head over the bald man's shoulders.
"Move it! Let me inside! You're making too much noise!" It was actually him that was making too much noise, but Yumichika decided not to point that out.
"Oh fine, but I was going to check on the captain, he's been out there for a while with the substitute. I was beginning to think they got into a fight, typically, so I became worried. So are they still out there?"
Ikkaku gawked at the composed looking fifth seat unblinking. "Yes they- I mean… No. No they aren't! I haven't seen them at all! I guess they went for a walk, now move!"
Yumichika sunk his chin down skeptically with a tight lip. "Oh that's it, get out of my way." He pushed against Ikkaku with force not expected. He thumped his heel down on the deck and skimmed his sight over to the scene Ikkaku was so startled by a moment ago.
"Oh-hoo would you look at that." Yumichika placed his index finger against his jaw; smiling smugly as he leaned his shoulder against the door frame.
"That is just too adorable. I wish I had one of those human inventions, what is it, a camera?" his fist smacked his palm in sudden realization. "Oh! I think Yachiru has one! Quickly, go into her room and get it, she's asleep so she wouldn't notice." Yumichika scandalously spoke to Ikkaku, who looked like he was just hit in the head.
"What's with you?" Yumichika questioned, stumped by how Ikkaku was staring at him.
"Oh get the hell inside!" Ikkaku wailed his arms up at him. "Are you crazy? You want to take a picture of our captain like this?"
"Well, of course. When will we ever have the opportunity to again? It's just too adorable."
If Yumichika threw that word adorable around one more time, Ikkaku thought he'd probably punch him. How dare him say anything relating to the captain was adorable. However, this situation did pull Ikkaku into some unseen clarification, but looking back seemed plainly obvious. It dawned on him that the fifth see was defiantly a homosexual. His reaction was just too natural and calm to this.
Ikkaku on the other hand was just surprised by the fact a man was on top of his captain in his arms like that. If it was a woman he probably would have been more stunned in a positive way. Not that he was homophobic in the slightest, but who the hell would think someone as infamous as Zaraki would be interested in men?
No. It can't be. It must be a mistake.
"Maybe it's not what it looks like." Ikkaku returned his voice to a whisper.
"Oh it's defiantly what it looks like." Yumichika bit the tip of his thumb.
Ikkaku sighed at the perverted looking fifth seat staring at the scene. "Just… Just leave them be. Come on, let's go inside." He started pushing Yumichika's shoulder into the entrance, who was still trying to get his last glimpses of the scene.
"Oh you're no fun~"
Upon the door thumping shut, Ichigo was shaken out of his content slumber, his vision was hazy, and he couldn't really latch on to any imagery. The recurrent fluctuating under him returned him to his state he was a few moments before he had fallen asleep. He lifted up just a tad, finding out that he was too plastered to move much.
His sight slowly cleared to reveal Kenpachi sleeping under him. For a second he wondered how this happened but he quickly recalled his drunken tumble. Something he didn't recall was the captain putting his arm around his back, he wondered if he did that in his sleep, or while he was awake.
Ichigo found himself fascinated with how Kenpachi looked when he was asleep. No longer did the captain hold that vicious and hostile gaze. I guess he doesn't naturally look like that. He puts on that mean face on purpose. He actually looks more attractive this way.
Ichigo grinned at Kenpachi's calm facial features, which suddenly felt so tempting to touch.
Maybe it was because he was drunk, but Ichigo couldn't resist this urge. He found the strength to lift his hand to the captain's face, where he caressed his deep cheekbones.
His skin is a lot softer than I thought it would be.
Ichigo searched for the captain's hand with his own. Once he found it, he brushed his fingertips within the palm and then placed his fingers between Kenpachi's, then rubbed his thumb against his hand. With Ichigo's other hand still stroking the captains face, he pulled himself up a little while venturing closer to the captain's parted lips. They looked so relaxed, just like the rest of his face.
Without thinking, Ichigo leaned in, taking his time to enjoy the trip to Kenpachi's lips. First his eyes hooded, but then fully closed just before landing. Being sure not to be forceful enough to wake him, Ichigo gently matched his lips against Kenpachi's. He could taste the liquor still lingering on lips. He only held the kiss for a moment, but when his lips began to shiver, he pulled away.
He propped his weight up on his elbows that were planted on the captain. The blood pumping from his racing heart rushed to his face, causing him to heavily blush. He examined over the lips he just kissed and grinned.
Abruptly, Kenpachi started groaning out in his sleep and wobbling his head subtly. With every ounce of strength the drunken substitute had, he rolled off the captain quickly; the action gave him an instant dizzy head rush.
Kenpachi's eyes flicked open, giving him a view of the roof that hovered over the deck. He blinked a couple of times before tilting his head around, like he was searching for something, or someone.
When he finally turned his head to the left, he meet eyes with Ichigo who was lying beside him. The captain sighed and looked back up at the roof.
"Jeez, aren't we lightweights. How long was I out?"
Ichigo shook his head. "Dunno I just woke up myself. But it doesn't feel like I was out long." Ichigo speech was still slurring. That was another piece of evidence that backed up his claim. If they were sleeping longer, they would have woken up with a hangover, not still drunk.
"Damnit I still feel like I can't move. That must have been some strong sake." Kenpachi stated, then looked back at Ichigo. "This is kind of embarrassing, but I'm gonna' have to take my patch off just to get the strength to stand the hell up. So, uh, I guess I'm sorry if it causes you any discomfort." He said awkwardly, his apology sounded even weirder.
"No don't worry about it. I've gotten pretty use to your energy." Ichigo tittered, still distracted by the tingling feeling on his lips.
Kenpachi reached up and unlatched the patch. That golden hue Ichigo was familiar with escaped him, and grew into a rougher current as Kenpachi lifted himself off the floor. Ichigo felt it rush through him, it made him feel even weaker than he already was.
"Well, that worked out how I planned." Kenpachi wrapped the patch back onto his eye securely, causing him to get a little wobbly from the absence of pressure he had to rely on.
He stepped near Ichigo, looking miles away from him now that he was standing. "Come on, get up."
Ichigo wiggled his frame around the wooden boards. "Hey listen, I don't have a magic eyepatch that helps me stand up. Besides, you know how weak your spiritual pressure makes people. So now you really can't expect me to get on my feet right now."
Kenpachi rolled his exposed eye at the complaining boy. "Well I can't leave you out here." He grimaced because his words came out like he was worried about him. "…Because I don't want a drunk laying out on my deck. Now get up." He tried to correct any misunderstandings.
"Well unless you have other stuff hidden under that patch of yours, like a new pair of legs, I wont be standing anytime soon." Ichigo said sarcastically with a drunken tempter.
Kenpachi roared through his teeth as he bent down toward ground. Ichigo was thrown off by his presents reeling in closer to him. Without warning Kenpachi placed his hands on Ichigo's ribcage and started pulling him up off the floor.
"H-Hey!" Ichigo, who was still way too smashed to understand the quick movements, latched onto Kenpachi's biceps as he was being lugged up. His limp legs drooped for a moment before he found the ground and planted his feet as firmly as he could.
"Okay. You're up now. You can let go of me." The captain strictly ordered the boy, who was latching onto his arms and chest. Quickly after he said it, Ichigo timidly pulled away from him, managing to find his own balance.
"Well it's pretty late. We should probably head to bed now."
Ichigo nodded and walked beside Kenpachi as they started heading toward the back door, which flew open before they even reached it. They both took a step back as they watched a happy looking presence step out onto the deck.
"What the hell are you still doing up, Yumichika?" Kenpachi asked the fifth seat, who quickly spun around from closing the door behind him. His fingers fanned across his collarbone in shock as he hid what was obviously a camera in his other hand behind his back. He smiled crookedly with a twitch in his lid.
"C-Captain Zaraki. I…" He looked away to gather his lies. "I was just going to bed now… Um, so goodnight." An awkward silence grew as the blushed Yumichika spun back around and stepped back into the building.
"That was weird." Ichigo announced, feeling a little woozy in his legs enough to feel tempted to latch back onto the captain beside him, but fought against the urge.
They recovered from the disruption by stepping inside. As they walked down what Ichigo assumed to be the sleeping quarters, Kenpachi spoke, "Alright so we don't actually have any spear rooms, so you can either bunk in with Yachiru, or…" he paused, pinching at his ear anxiously for he assumed the other option wouldn't even be worth mentioning. "Or, well, me."
Ichigo looked up to the captain walking beside him. "I think I rather sleep with you, I mean if you're okay with it…"
"Really? Well, that's surprising." Kenpachi felt a little bothered by the thought of Ichigo sleeping in his room, but he already promised the kid he can sleep here. And he actually wasn't crude enough to send him off to stay with someone else at this hour.
The captain wearily shrugged. "Well I suppose it would be better, if you happened to wake up Yachiru, she would be up for the rest of the night and probably want you to play with her." He gave a tipsy chuckle as he walked in front of Ichigo. "She does that to me a lot."
Ichigo giggled, he loved when he talked about Yachiru like that, he always picked up on the liveliness in his tone when he did; like how a proud father talks about his daughter. Regardless of how scary the captain could come off, it was obvious he did have a soft spot buried deep inside him somewhere.
They entered Kenpachi's room, which looked to be completely empty aside from a small desk against the wall and a rolled out futon. Ichigo found it strange at first, but remembered that's how traditional Japanese set ups usually were, and the Soul Society seemed to go by that style.
Kenpachi staggered over to the closet and grabbed a spare futon from it. He whirled it around and plopped it into Ichigo's hands. What a kind host he is, not even unfolding it out for his guest.
Ichigo moved to the far side of the room and dropped the futon down and kicked it open lazily with his feet. He sprawled out across the cot and rested his head down. It was kind of a weird feeling, bunking in with Kenpachi. The two normally couldn't be within a few feet of each other, never mind the same room, without the captain trying to stir up a fight between them. Which of course would end with Ichigo running around the Soul Society for hours just to lose him.
But Ichigo actually enjoyed tonight, and the events that followed after Ichigo woke up on top of Kenpachi. Ichigo's memory replayed that innocent kiss in his mind like a roll of film. I might regret that in the morning. Hopefully the sake wasn't what drove me to do that.
Ichigo's attention was previously on the ceiling, but got lost within the darkness of the room, where his sight fell on what the luminosity from the open window revealed. The glow divulged a muscular torso belonging to the captain shuffling around the room.
Ichigo couldn't drag his gaze away. Kenpachi must of removed the top half of his robe to get more comfortable. The radiant figure of Kenpachi vanished as he escaped the glow from the moon by lying down onto his futon. Now all Ichigo could see was the faint outline of the ample man's form within the darkness.
Ichigo sighed. What's gotten into me, it's like I'm attracted to him or something. Well, he did kiss him after all. Ichigo looked back over to the shady outline across the floor. The sake still pumping through him gave him courage, or maybe it was more of a burden.
The substitute spontaneously hove the covers off him and crawled lowly like a hunting tiger across the tatami mats. His smile was camouflaged by the darkness as he continued to sneak on his hands and knees. Reaching the edge of Kenpachi's futon, he pulled the blanket over his head and skulked underneath; crawling between the captain's legs, which flinched the moment they were touched.
"Wha-What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ichigo suddenly was being overwhelmed with the pain of being rejected. But the booze still pumping through him said otherwise. "Err…Well…"
"Ichigo. Go back to your own damn bed, now." His tone harsh. "Hell, I'm never giving you alcohol again."
"I don't wanna~" Ichigo said playfully, a slur in his speech, and crawled up a little more so his head was hovered between the captains legs. It felt a little stuffy under the blanket, the heat making Ichigo's skin flush more than it already was.
"Ichigo. Knock it off." The substitute detected jumpiness in Kenpachi's tone, maybe even a hint of tension.
Ichigo daringly tucked his fingers into the captain's hakama; He tugged them a little past his hips; not enough to expose the captain, but enough to make room for Ichigo to explore. He licked above his groin, his wet tongue gliding over firm skin. At the end of the lick, he gave a sloppy peck, then proceeded to lick and suck at Kenpachi's lower stomach until the area was coated in his saliva.
Not a sound was heard from the man over the covers, and Ichigo took that as a reason to continue. He wasn't telling him to stop, after all. The substitute ran his hands over Kenpachi's brawny thighs, rubbing repeatedly over the flowing black fabric. Ichigo could already feel his own bulge press up against the futon below him. He ran his hand between Kenpachi's leg, wondering if he was making him a little excited as well.
He fondled the lump under Kenpachi's hakama. The horny boy felt disappointed by the fact Kenpachi wasn't actually hard yet, but all that meant was he would have to turn his efforts up a notch.
With still no feedback on the situation above, Ichigo wondered what the captain's face looked like. He imagined it looked quite stunned, also hoping a little aroused too. Ichigo stretched his arms out to reach the top of the captain's midriff. When he reached his chest, he cupped his pecks; they were so solid and firm.
With the tip of his fingers, Ichigo twirled them around both the captains nipples; making them erect firmly. The muscles of the captain's chest tighten, and a husky grown was released. Ichigo grinned against Kenpachi's underbelly skin that he was still kissing; he was pleased that he was finally rewarded with a reaction.
This feeling Ichigo was undergoing and what was going on felt so unreal. He started to wonder if he was sleeping; maybe still passed out on that deck.
The substitute drew his hands back along his whole midriff slowly, noting how heavy Kenpachi's torso was shifting from his unsteady breaths. He reached back down to his hakama again and brushed his palm over the large lump. If he's that big when he's not hard, I can imagine when he is.
Ichigo relaxed his head on the side of Kenpachi's pelvis as he stroked his hand on that desired lump under the clothing over and over with the goal of stiffening up the captain.
After a few rough rubs, at last Ichigo felt the cloth of the hakama taut from the captain's bulge growing and solidifying.
"So you do like what I'm doing, huh?" Ichigo panted lowly with delight in his voice.
"Shut your mouth, if you're going to get me off then do it already." The captain spoke impatiently bold.
Ichigo was about to discharge his tempter on Kenpachi for speaking to him disrespectfully while he was trying to pleasure him. But then he though expecting any form of mushy affection from him would be out of character. And he didn't want that because he liked just how he was: tough, fearless and vulgar. Ichigo wouldn't have him any other way. Well he can be dominating all he wants if that's what turns him on, I don't mind, in fact I like it too.
Ichigo eagerly torn that pesky drapery away from his crotch, where he was greeted with Kenpachi's flatteringly hard member springing into his face. It was then Ichigo finally became a little nervous, only because he never done this before and wanted his efforts to be pleasurable for the captain; he wasn't the type of man that would tolerate an amateur.
But he pushed past his worries by claiming the shaft territorially. He distinguished the feel of the captain's thick veins pulsating for him through his member, which felt so big in his grasp. He couldn't even enclose his fingers fully around it.
He sagged his tongue over his lips and started at the base; he licked over his hanging pair, and slowly relished in the flavor of Kenpachi's long shaft as he dragged his desperate tongue along him. He glided over the rim that formed the tip and flicked his tongue away from it, causing the captain to relieve a little gruff moan that satisfied Ichigo.
The substitute widely latched open his jaw and placed his lips around the head; his tongue danced over the tip his lips were caressing, he couldn't get over how much he loved that taste. He wanted to taste every inch of it.
Ichigo retracted his tongue in order make room to insert Kenpachi into him an inch or two. Judging from the increase in volume, Ichigo could tell the captain now was moaning with his mouth open, and much more frequently at that.
Ichigo dipped his head over his shaft, working his way up to take it all into his mouth, and probably his throat too just to make it all fit.
A thick layer of Ichigo's spit saturated the shaft, which was pulsating within his zealous mouth. Ichigo distributed muffled moans around the member buried deep within him. Tears started to run down his cheeks as the gag reflex in the back of his throat was being triggered. He continued to forcefully slip it down; massaging every inch along the way.
A moment later the captain threw the covers away from them and firmly seized onto the boys orange hair; latching the locks roughly through his fingers to take control of the boys head. He pressed down impatiently; making Ichigo slip more of him between his lips. Kenpachi wanted the boy to swallow all of him.
"Mmph, I would have invited you to stay at my barracks long ago if I knew you'd put out." Kenpachi threw his head back as he shoved himself deeper down Ichigo's throat by thrusting his hips upward.
Ichigo gagged, and impulsively pulled a few inches of Kenpachi out of him.
"Don't you dare fucking stop Ichigo. Swallow all of me." Kenpachi lodged Ichigo's head back down hard between his hips and squeezed his thighs tightly around the boy he was entombed deep inside of.
Ichigo nose compressed against the captain's groin for he finally held his whole shaft within his mouth. He gagged intensely around his member as more tears glided down his face, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was giving this man pleasure, and he was pretty sure he was doing a good job so far judging from the deep moans filling the room.
Kenpachi petted Ichigo's soft hair gently as he gasped hot breaths of air. The substitute's stomach was fluttering as if a million hell butterflies were set free inside him.
Ichigo pulled his mouth off him, just for a moment to catch his breath. Though to keep the captain simulated, he vigorously stroked him while giving little licks on his tip.
"Am I making you feel good, Kenny?" Ichigo said in an innocent pitch as he flicked his not-so-innocent tongue over the man's shaft.
The captain, who sounded like he was trying to inhale deeply after holding his breath for a while struggled to speak. "Hnn. Y-Yes Ichigo. You're… ah… you're making me feel… very good." Kenpachi brow sunk low into his clenched eyes. He could barely handle what the young boy was doing to him; he can never explain to him just how good it really felt.
Ichigo returned his mouth over his member and swallowed him all in one thrust; his throat was now perfectly stretched out to fit his size. The substitute bobbed his head faster now, sensing Kenpachi was coming close to his climax from his blissful roars. The thought of tasting his juice's made Ichigo's skin tingle and his own member twitch.
Kenpachi drew the boys head away a little in order to take over. He pumped his hips up and penetrated Ichigo's naughty mouth harshly with no remorse for the back of his throat he was pounding.
The room bursted with steamy moans as Kenpachi thrusted one last pump. Ichigo felt an eruption of the captain's milky fluid splat on his tongue and within the walls of his cheeks. Ichigo muttered a moan around the twitching shaft as he savored the flavor extracted into his taste buds.
The substitute wearingly drew his mouth away, a soppy string of spit and Kenpachi's creamy bodily liquid attached to his lips. He licked it back into his mouth before he swigged down the succulent mouthful.
Kenpachi, who was relishing in the numb tingling sensation rupturing through his body, massaged his fingerers along Ichigo's scalp. He huffed out, "You swallowed? Heh. That's a good boy." He praised him.
Ichigo curled himself up and relaxed his head on Kenpachi's abdominal. He can still taste his flavor absorbed into his tongue, and he couldn't help but to be thirsty for more.
The room was faintly lit under a hue of orange for the sun was just starting to crack through the distant mountains.
As if restored from his climax, Kenpachi leaned upwards, heaving Ichigo off him. The boy dazedly looked up at the man, who was bestowing a cheeky grin.
"Sit up Ichigo." He ordered, and without giving him time to obey, he dragged him up and had Ichigo sit up on his folded knees. The boy still felt quite feeble so he leaned his weight back onto his palms for support.
His mouth dropped open as the captain crawled over to him and without hesitation inserted the erect boy inside his mouth.
"A-Ah…!" Ichigo's eye twitched close as his teeth grinded together. He clung to the sheets of the futon tightly as he felt and watched the captain take him completely into his mouth. His tongue riding along his shaft felt so idyllic, so natural, like his mouth was made to pleasure him. It seemed he already knew all his sensitive spots, and knew just the right pace to fulfill him.
Kenpachi wiped the palm of his hand over Ichigo's plump bottom, he groaned out on impact. The boys skin was so smooth. He roamed his fingers between Ichigo's cheeks and shamelessly fondled between the cleft. As Kenpachi sucked, he inserted his thick finger into the boy and shoved in deep. The substitute shuddered in liking of what the experienced man was doing. Effortlessly, he found a pleasure zone and massaged it coarsely.
Kenpachi slurped up his own saliva around Ichigo's shaft as he continued to ram his finger into him; recurrently exited it out of him to rim the tip of his finger around his puckered opening.
"Hnn…Ah…! Ken-Kenny!" Ichigo panted out sensually as he was now entering a trance of complete indulgence. "Mmm…" Ichigo slumped his head down to view over the man bobbing his head between his legs; his bells chiming with each dip of his head.
Those jingles became profounder as he picked up the pace, in both his actions of pleasure the boy.
Ichigo's head lashed away as his body stiffed up, then convulsed intensely. "Ke-Kenny. I'm… going to…!"
The substitute freed a buildup within him in a moistened explosion that coated the entire mouth of the captain. Ichigo's body quaked rapidly before collapsing onto his side, complete exhausted.
The captains mouth was drenched with the boys liquid; he let the runny texture linger on his tongue for a moment before allowing the boys fluids to dribble down his throat.
Kenpachi curled himself up beside Ichigo, wrapping his muscular leg and arm around the shaking boy. Kenpachi lightly pecked at the boys shoulder blade before he lost all consciousness and fell into a well-deserved slumber.
After the clock hands advanced to later that day, a knock went unanswered on the other side of the captain of squad elevens bedroom door. Ikkaku exhaled in annoyance and swung his head down to the floor. "Captain Zaraki, the schedule had been moved from this evening to this afternoon. It's urgent, sir." Ikkaku knocked once more, more aggressive this time.
"What the hell is with all the noise?" Yumichika, who had just groggily popped his head out from the room next door questioned in a temper.
"Wha-What the hell happened to you?" Ikkaku asked upon viewing over the fifth seat, who wasn't as cheery looking as he usually did in the morning. In fact, he looked like a complete wreak that didn't get an ounce of sleep judging from the bags under his eyes.
"Be quite, you. Even when I look my worse I still look better than everyone else. But anyways, don't bother the captain. He had quite a long night, believe me; him and that substitute are the reason why I haven't gotten a wink of sleep. So what I'm trying to say is, I'm almost positive he would kill you if he were to awaken him right now."
Ikkaku didn't bother to question anything regarding what Yumichika said. "Well I'll have to take the chance. Old man Yama changed the schedule. We're heading out at noon. Which is only an hour from-"
"Oh screw that! I'm going back to bed to reclaim the beauty sleep I lost. It wouldn't be the first time our squad didn't show up to something important." Yumichika returned to his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Ikkaku wondered for a moment if all of this was just some big joke, but found it a bother to think about. He twisted away from the captain's door to the room across from it. He knocked his knuckle against the door.
"Yachiru? How about you, are you coming?"
"Stop bothering me, baldy! If Kenny's not going, I'm not either!" The little girl spoke in a cranky pitch from the other side of the door.
Ikkaku rubbed at his glossy head in a confused motion as he walked away. "Whatever, I still have a hangover so I'm going back to bed too. This is surely squad eleven at its best."
"That idiot got a lot of nerve waking me up." Kenpachi roared groggily, his body still wrapped around the substitute, who was stirring out of his dream and being faced with the unpleasant reality of his first hangover.
Kenpachi reeled his head in close to Ichigo and gentle pecked at his cheek. "I'm glad to see you're awake too because now I'm going to need some help getting back to sleep."
Ichigo twisted his head to give him a puzzled expression. "How can I get you back to-Unf!" The captain lunged himself on top of the boy and attacked his neck with passionate smooches. Ichigo quickly adjusted to the playful captains actions and hotly moaned out with every peck Kenpachi pasted on him.
He snugged his arms around the captain giggling friskily. "Oh, Kenny!"
A saggy eyed Yumichika frowned in his bed. "I'm going to kill both of them."
Poor Yumi… He wont be getting any beauty sleep as long as Ichigo's in Kenny's bedroom! Hehe. n_n
Fun fact: Some of this was actually inspired while I was watching that shinigami cup where the 11th and 8th squad are drinking out on the deck, watching the moon that is actually Ikkaku's shiny head. XD Oh and a quick note, the mention of Yachiru's age isn't actually accurate since they never offically state the soul reapers ages in the show, so I just guessimated.
I hope you enjoyed the read, thank you very much for checking out this chapter. Please review and give back some feedback. I would greatly appreciate it. Stay tuned for more!
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