Author's Note: Thank you bunchies for clicking on this story! I'm a really huge KenIchi fan, so I needed to start writing down my ideas involving this great pairing. This will be multi-chaptered: some stories will relate to previous chapters, but overall most will just be oneshots. Each story will vary in length.

WARNINGS!: Obviously, YAOI! And lemons galore! So in other words, very, very strong sexual themes. Future chapters will get even more graphical, so you've been warned! Also, mild violence, scarce amount of strong profanity, and mentions of blood.

Brief summary of this chapter: After Kenpachi persistently chased down Ichigo, he finally gets his wish granted to fight him again. Only this time the captain wants to see more than just his spilled blood.

Enjoy!~

The whooshing sound of Ichigo's blade slicing through the air was all that was present in what felt like a slow time interval. The brutal attack wasn't dodged. He got him.

A shot of blood belonging to the captain of squad eleven's squirted out from his chest like a rupturing pipe. Ichigo's sight was momentarily covered under a splashing wave of crimson red. A splatting sensation of warm bodily liquids squirted onto the substitute soul reapers face.

He grumbled from a mixture of fury and satisfaction on his achievement of finally penetrating a gashing strike on his formidable opponent.

Some of the blood trickled its way into his right eye, but he didn't want to risk taking one of his hands off of his Zanpakuto to smear it away. Instead he just closed the eye to decrease the burning irritation, and with the other, observed Kenpachi's face, that appeared to be stunned from the sudden blow to his chest.

Ichigo didn't remove the blade from the flesh; he just kept it injected deep into the meat of the captains – whom was now beginning to groan out a little.

"Hhnnn" Kenpachi sealed his eyes closed and groaned in a husky purr as he lashed his neck upwards. "It's been a while since I've been cut by your blade, Ichigo!" His lips curled up delightfully in a way that made Ichigo troubled. He retracted his sword quickly from the man's chest. "Fun times, huh?"

Leaping far back in distance, Ichigo tightened his grip around his Zanpakuto.

Damnit. He barely even flinched and I put all the energy I had into that hit. Ichigo panted quick breaths of air through his clenched teeth as he kept a fixed gaze on his keen enemy.

His guard and balance became unstable and frail from the intense spiritual pressure cutting through him in all inescapable directions, and also from his wounds that were now finally releasing unmistakable pain throughout his entire body.

"My my, look at all of my blood on your face. It's such a pretty sight." Even within their distance, to Ichigo it felt like the captains words pierced right through him at close range.

Ichigo taunted him with a stare saturated with odium. It wasn't that he was intimidated from his size or power. It was just this man – this captain – found immense pleasure in battling him any chance he got because he wanted to prove something, or get some kind of pleasure from a good fight. That was the only clear motive. Ichigo normally found ways to escape conflict with him, but ironically they were stuck in the same place they had their first fight and it wasn't easy navigating away from him.

Ichigo uttered a groan, still trying to catch his breath. In a blurry flash, Ichigo twirled his feet around and clumsily fled down the tight area compressed with mazey structures.

"Oh come on now – don't be hard to get." Kenpachi leaped into a quick stride and darted toward his orange haired target. "The fun is just getting started! It's been so long since I got to play with you!" he devilishly grinned openly as he chased after the substitute soul reaper.

Ichigo, despite his weak condition, managed to keep his aching legs moving at a fast pace. Though to his misfortune, when he angled his head back to peer behind him, Kenpachi was pursuing him at almost equal speed and was still wearing that same wickedly persisted expression.

The captain kept his visual aim on the fleeing man's backside. Approval blended in with his current twisted expression.

"Heh." Kenpachi wheezed out a snicker. "You know, I don't mind the view from back here, Ichigo." Kenpachi's voice didn't reach the fleeing boy - who was now thrashing around a corner and another in attempts to escape the eccentric captain, but the wild captain was far too determined to fight him as usual.

Ichigo felt like a mouse confined in a maze with a rabies infested feline hunting his tail. If he even slowed down by a morsel, the crazed captain would surely seize him back into the duel.

This only further troubled Ichigo given that he didn't know how much longer his legs could withstand running at such a fast pace with all of his injuries the captain had inflicted. Kenpachi sure wasn't planning on making this a friendly competition, that's for sure. Ichigo had already expected he wouldn't go easy on him, but today he seemed even more wild than usual. It would explain why he can't lose him unlike other days when he could effortlessly force him to become lost in a confusing route.

The heavy spiritual pressure weighed Ichigo down; it was like trying to run through a hip height amount of water. He turned into another corner, but jerked back as he witnessed the end of the ally. His feet took a few nimble steps in reverse before coming to a full stop.

His face curled in a combination of disbelief for what his eyes were portraying in front of him, and also fear, for it had finally hit him that he just led himself into a dead end.

As his eyes scanned the solid wall barricading the course of his escape in front of him, a large shadow now blocked out the sunlight illuminating the small ally. Ichigo's twitching eyes dropped to the floor and observed the dark outline coming from the figure behind him.

Fraying fabric swaying animated the ample silhouette; pointy spikes bordered the top of the dark shadow, which was now disorientating in shape as it drew in closer. The figure became less stretched as Ichigo felt the presents creeping closer up behind him. The jingling of bells blended with heavy footsteps.

The substitute soul reaper cringed and uttered in a fuming groan. "Argh! I wanted to avoid this fight, damnit. I shouldn't even have to put up with this, we're on the same side now! I understood when you wanted to fight an intruder, but you have no reason this time!"

The substitute soul reaper slid fleetly to the far end of the ally and rotated around to the man blocking the only exit out of this ally – who was chuckling sinisterly as he stood as impenetrable as a statue made from solid gold.

Ichigo's stressed appearance completely contrasted against the captains delighted expression. Drips of perspiration glided down his cheek; that was still covered in Kenpachi's dry blood. Determination thrashed through him as he aimed his Zanpakuto in front of him.

"Oh would you look at that. So you do still have enough strength left in you to play with me. That's good news. For a second there I thought you would have given up and my fun would be done for." Kenpachi drew out his sword once more and aimed it at the orange haired man on the other side of the ally.

The captain's spiritual pressure grew even fiercer around the area. "I'm really glad you became a substitute soul reaper, the soul society was getting awfully boring before you became involved. I haven't had a playmate this fun in ages!"

"Shut up! I don't have time for you right now!" Ichigo shouted out to him, his assertive tone bounced off the tight walls surrounding them.

Kenpachi's face straightened as he leaned his blade up on his shoulder. "You know, that isn't a very nice way to speak to a captain - a lot of nerve you have for being disrespectful toward me. Just because you're a human soul reaper doesn't mean you're an exception to the rules here. You have a harsh punishment coming your way, boy."

Ichigo roared out again, "I said shut up! Come on already!" In a quick, impatient motion, he darted toward the captain; his grip around his Zanpakuto tight enough to cut out circulation in his fingertips.

Though, Kenpachi seen the attack coming a mile away due to Ichigo's speed change, therefore he easily blocked it. But this fight was still granting the captain satisfaction because Ichigo was still very strong despite his slow pace.

Their Zanpakuto's were now colliding together - both not retreating from the hindering blow.

Abruptly with fierce amount of unworldly strength, Kenpachi managed to send Ichigo flying with a robust push of his sword. Ichigo's back slammed into the far side wall and crashed right through the structure of the building.

The intense pain of knocking out a wall with his own body caused him to become tranquilized with thriving pain. Though he was still conscious, but moving proved to be impossible.

"On your feet." Kenpachi ordered as he stepped through the rubble into the dim light building.

Ichigo moaned in agony and examined the large man still welding a sword coming his way.

Shakily, he reached out to his Zanpakuto and gripped it. Erecting his sword into the floor, he used it to stabilize his weight enough to slowly pull himself up. Ichigo's shihakusho had ripped quite a bit from his collision into the wall. Barely any fabric was still holding together on his top half of his body – which was now visually clear to be covered with heavy amounts of bruises and cuts.

"You took quite a beating yet you're still able to stand." Kenpachi laughed in a way that made Ichigo's skin crawl. "You really are something special. I knew you were worthy of fighting me again. And I assume you must really like playing with me too if you're so determined to keep fighting."

With that Kenpachi stampeded toward him and sliced the air with his blade. Ichigo rapidly clashed the blow with his sword, but alas his wobbly legs gave out upon the momentum of the weapons impact and he collapsed onto his knees, but still he managed to keep defending himself from the overhead threat.

The substitute soul reaper's nostrils flared as he continued to heave with the full capacity of his might, which resulted in knocking the captain himself off balance. In a hazy second the captain trampled on top of the orange hair boy.

"Argh! You big idiot! Get off of me!" Ichigo screamed the top of his lungs into his face that was only a few inches away now, their swords still firmly bonding up against one another.

"Ah-hah! Now I remember why I missed fighting you so much!" The captain was struggling to release the words as he used all his strength to defend himself. "You just wont give up, will you?" judging from the tone, Kenpachi didn't seem to actually mind.

"Not to the likes of you I wont." Ichigo desperately tried to kick at Kenpachi's lower half to get his heavy weight off of him. But it was like trying to move a solid boulder.

"Heh! I like you struggling beneath me. You're such a satisfying challenge!" The captains eyes filled with burning desire. It was hard to tell if it was from the craving to kill him or just strictly enjoyment from the stubborn duel.

Ichigo writhed under him; the captains rock-hard weight felt heavier every passing second. He found it difficult to breathe due to his lungs being flattened. Ichigo continued to kick his legs, until he became sidetracked by the feeling of something firm against his thigh.

Still blocking the close combat attack, he granted the captain a bewildering look. "I really hope that's another sword in your pants, or are you really that excited to be fighting me?"

Kenpachi appeared to be caught off guard from the man's daringly extroverted remark, but the surprise didn't diminish his physical guard a tad.

"Mind your own business." He sternly ordered, and with harsh force from the barring swords, Ichigo's Zanpakuto slipped out of his grip and flew across the room.

In an instant Ichigo gasped and flinched – just awaiting for Kenpachi to slash his skull apart. But ultimately to his surprise - despite being defenseless and unable to block Kenpachi's fatal blade anymore - he was still breathing with the captain still crushing himself on top of him.

The blade was still inches from his face, but remarkably, not piercing into him. Ichigo didn't bother to ask why the man was hesitating when he had an opening to kill him right then and there. He just kept his mind on the task at hand of getting back his weapon while the captain was showing him mercy.

He figured that perhaps he didn't want to kill an unarmed man. Whatever the reason, he wasn't taking this chance for granted.

With substantial force he pushed against the captain, just enough to grant him less than a quarter of the weight off him but it was enough to roll over to his stomach and reach out to his Zanpakuto.

It was much further away than he originally anticipated. But he tried to squeeze his way over slowly to it – while lugging Kenpachi's weight along with him as he crawled only a few measly inches to his sword before he felt the heavy weight being lifted off him.

The captain erected up and placed his weight to his knees. Ichigo crawled faster now, but he reacted with a sharp inhalation as he felt the back of his hakama being pulled back by a vigor grasp.

"Damnit let go of me!" Ichigo really don't get what the hell was going on. A second ago they were battling to the death and now he isn't even trying to attack him despite him being completely defenseless. He already considered that the captain might not want to kill an unarmed man, but if that was the case they could of called it timeout for a second until he was able to retrieve his sword, yet he isn't allowing him to.

The captain ignored his shrieking request. Ichigo struggled to pull away, yet at the same time Kenpachi continued to pull until the fabric of Ichigo's hakama slid right off passed his, now exposed, bare bottom.

Ichigo fell stationary in movement and allowed Kenpachi to heave him back without further struggle. Not over admitting defeat, but over humiliating astonishment. The palms of his hands submissively dragged along the ground as red dusted over his entire face – he gulped hard has his body motioned in reverse.

Kenpachi pulled him closer until his bottom was between his knees. He examined the bare man defenselessly laying on his front.

"Hmph look how indecent you look. That is no appearance for a true warrior. You should know better than to allow yourself to become so undone during a serious battle."

"Then let me put it back on you idiot!" Ichigo lashed his head back and shouted to the man behind him.

"No. I think I prefer to battle you like this."

"Wha-what? Are you crazy?" Ichigo's agitation caused his pitch to become higher. "Get the hell away from me!" Ichigo balanced his weak weight onto his palms and rose himself up - but in an instant his head became reacquainted with the hard ground, for Kenpachi tightly ripped his orange locks and crashed his skull into the floor.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are kid, but I'm the one that calls the shots around here so don't you bark orders at me."

"How do you expect me to act?" Ichigo spoke back to the captain bravely to mask the panic loading into him.

Perhaps this is his way of getting more pleasure out of his prey; by belittling and humiliating them, Ichigo wondered.

Ignoring all unspoken rules on personal space, Kenpachi unexpectedly slapped his rough palm onto Ichigo's bottom and dug his fingers into the firm muscle as if it rightfully belonged to him.

"H-Hey!" Ichigo warped his neck back, enough to strain himself. "What do you think you're doing to me?" he squealed, no longer could he hide the anxiety escaping through his throat.

Kenpachi heaved a gruff sigh. "You'd be a lot cuter if you didn't have such a loud mouth." The captain informed the squirming substitute in his controlled grasp.

The wild haired boy batted his eyes. "C-Cute?"

Kenpachi hissed a chuckle. "How about you prop yourself up a little more for me I can get a better look at ya'?"

Without even giving Ichigo time to comprehend and compel to his request – or more realistically, complain and refuse, Kenpachi had already claimed his hips and pulled them up off the floor – making him position his weight on his knees. The man then pushed down harsh onto Ichigo's wounded back. Ichigo hissed a deep inhale through his teeth.

Now the soul reaper was positioned exactly how the captain wanted him. As of he was one of Yachiru's little doll that could be posed by arranging the limps around. He can do whatever he pleased with this toy.

The view granted the captain a better look at his backside, and like he stated before, he liked what he seen. But with the minis clothing, he was even more satisfied.

Ichigo jolted up from a hard spank on his right cheek. His eyes protruded. "Kn-Knock it the hell off! Like I asked you before, what the hell are you doing?"

Kenpachi took his time to reply as he clenched his fleshy bottom.

"You know damn well what I'm doing to you, Ichigo. And if you wanted me to stop so badly I'm sure you could of found enough strength to get away by now."

"Wha-What? Are you an idiot? You pushed me through a brick wall! How am I supposed to have strength after that?"

"Heh. Oh yeah. That's right." Kenpachi said in a frisky tone, unfocussed by the luring sight.

"Don't tell me you can forge-ah!" Ichigo flinched from a foreign sensation rubbing between a tender area.

"You talk too damn much." Kenpachi kept exploring Ichigo's opening with his finger, rubbing rough pressure against it. Ichigo panted out as a trickling flood of tingles flurried through him from the friction of Kenpachi's finger. His heart rate accelerated rapidly. This strange feeling he never encountered before took his mind off the pain from his wounds.

He latched his lids closed and curled his upper lip. He didn't know if he was angry because of what was happening, or if he was angry over the fact the feeling he was undergoing wasn't completely unenjoyable.

"Heh. Looks like I found a way to shut you up."

Ichigo shivered from the captains throaty words. He gulped, though he felt he didn't even have any saliva left to swallow due to his hefty wheezing.

Slowly, Kenpachi made his way inside Ichigo by slipping his finger through him fully.

Ichigo toes curled the instant he felt him enter inside. The little noises the orange haired boy was making pleased Kenpachi and produced a wicked smile to appear on his face.

"Oh you're tight. I'm guessing I'm the first to explore this area of yours, hum?"

Ichigo belatedly replied in a heavy pant, he sealed his eyes closed tightly to escape the situation long enough to reclaim back some of his dignity. "…Yes. You are..." A lump was caught in his throat, his face fevered upon admitting that to who he believed was an experienced man.

"Isn't that sweet." Kenpachi claimed with a teasing tone as he pushed in deeper, and without warning entered a second finger, causing Ichigo to flinch with a squeal; judging from the sound, it must of hurt him a bit. The captain stroked into him; tampering his innocence with each thrust of his fingers.

"But just don't start getting all sentimental on me because I'm your first. Got it?"

Ichigo slanted his head. "My… First?"

"Ugh, listen kid." Kenpachi pinched the bridge of his brow with his unoccupied hand. "Just relax yourself. Believe it or not, I don't actually want to kill you right now so you need to loosen yourself up because you're too tense for me to play with."

He doesn't want to kill me right now? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I know what's going on. I'm not an idiot. But how am I supposed to loosen up? I can't be calm in this situation! Maybe it's easier for him to say that and expect an outcome from his order. I'm sure he's done things like this hundreds of times; he is much older than me after all. But I never even kissed someone before, never mind all this! What does he expect from me?

Ichigo sighed a mutter as he felt the fingers exit out of him. He relaxed his head down onto the ground and caught his breath as he listened to the jingling of bells and the rustling sound of fabric.

Impulsively, Ichigo cocked his head back and immediately choked at sight before him. He scanned over the captain, starting with his muscular chest exposed, down to his solid-built torso. Finally as he followed down the indentations and grooves his muscles formed, he witnessed Kenpachi pulling off his hakama to reveal that enormous bulge Ichigo felt against his leg a few minutes ago. The captain's erection sprung from around the fabric and pointed right in Ichigo's direction.

"Kenpachi…" his name stretched out gradually. "I hope you're not going to do what I think you're going to do…"

"And what if I am?"

"Well… I…" Ichigo could hardly believe he was even considering the thought. "I don't think it'll fit. I think it's too big."

"Hnh, does it impress you?" In fact, in a way it did impress Ichigo. He recognized the fact Kenpachi was quite a large man, but he didn't think he would have an immense member to match his figure.

"I didn't say that…" Ichigo turned back around the other way to hide the blush appearing on his face. "I'm just saying I think it might be too big to actually do anything with."

"So in other words, what you're saying is I'm too big for you to handle? Hmph. And all this time I was stupid enough to think you were tough."

"It has nothing to do with being tough! It's common sense!"

"Well I don't have a lot of that."

"…Common sense?"

"Yeah. I just go with my instinct. And my instinct tells me to just force it if it doesn't." Kenpachi tilted his head to examine his virgin backside as he spoke.

"F-Force it?" Ichigo couldn't control the tone of his voice. "You really are crazy."

The captain tittered though his sharp smile. "Sanity isn't my strong point kid. You'll learn that eventually."

Learn it? I knew that from the moment I met him that he was downright nuts.

"Are you ready Ichigo?" a hint of desire saturated the captains gruff tone.

"N-No!"

"You can protest all you want, but I'm still going to get what I want."

Ichigo was tempted to ask what he wanted exactly, but since it was plainly obvious, it would just sting more to hear the intentions out loud. Plus Kenpachi would probably just call him an idiot.

"Ichigo." Kenpachi playfully spoke his name.

"What?"

"Roll over on your back. I want to see the expression on your face as I fuck you." The bold statement triggered Ichigo's heart to thump. The captains words lured Ichigo into a realization. He really plans on going all the way, doesn't he? I never thought I would lose it to someone like him. Before Rukia came into my life, I believe my virginity would be lost by a girl in my class, maybe even Orihime if I played my cards right. But not to a savage beast soul reaper that's probably a thousand years old.

Without another word, Ichigo flopped his body around and deeply observed the captain between his legs. Kenpachi was staring at him as if he was a starving animal and Ichigo was the first piece of meat he seen in weeks.

Ichigo's skin flushed from under the mans intimidating gaze. He aimlessly took his attention off the captain, only to feel required to look back as Kenpachi settled himself over him. He hovered over Ichigo's trembling frame.

He had that expression on his face. The one Kenpachi loved. The kind of face he gives in battle when he's prepared for anything to strike next. Kenpachi's hands were beside each side of Ichigo's head, which his own was only a mere few inches from.

A hot gust of breath belonging to the captain whisked against his skin. Kenpachi licked his lips as he stared at Ichigo's quivering lips, he wanted them. He wanted to taste the lips that distributed those violent attack names and taunts that fed Kenpachi with a narcotic-like rush. He wanted the privilege to seize his mouth whenever he wanted, so when the kid wouldn't shut up like usual he can just manually seal his lips with his own.

Ichigo timidly slopped his head away, unintentionally teasing the captain by yanking those lips he oh-so desired away from him.

"You know, I'm trying to show a little respect for you by not just heaving myself into you like I want to. The least you can do is take my offering." Kenpachi wasn't the type for foreplay and romantics. If he was in the mood, he wanted to get right to it. He hated teasing and beating around the bush. If he wanted something, he gets it. He doesn't need to earn it. But with Ichigo, for the first time he could understand why people do. He was tempted to explore each portion of Ichigo's body, testing out any little thing he could think up just so he can pay careful attention to each one of his reactions.

"What do you want?" Ichigo said distantly, still looking away.

"What do I want?" Kenpachi repeated in a dazed tone. "Have you forgotten what were in the middle of here? Maybe I did knock you into that wall too hard."

He didn't bother waiting for Ichigo's reply, he was growing much too impatient and he already had his mind set on playing with those lips. He pinched Ichigo's chin and forced him to face him.

"What do I want you asked?" Kenpachi stared at Ichigo's lips while biting his own. "I want to kiss you."

Ichigo was thrown off by the captains compassionate sounding words, but when the request fully made its way into the gears of his mind, he guzzled down the formulation of saliva slavering in his mouth.

My first kiss? Right here? With him?

Kenpachi could tell from the look on his face that the boys mind was overflowing with questions. He ran his fingers through the jumpy boys orange stains of hair to quiet his mind, not taking his eyes off his mouth for a second. He knew the kid was young and just nervous. As much as he didn't give anyone an excuse for disobeying him, he let Ichigo's misconduct slide just this once.

"I find it funny how you're so confident and composed in a life or death battle, but you're letting yourself get so flustered over a kiss." Kenpachi mocked him with a menacing giggle.

"Shut up, don't laugh at me." Ichigo face turned bitter, which Kenpachi actually found to be adorable.

The captain dipped his head down until his lips met Ichigo's ear. "You're the one that needs to shut up."

Ichigo winced from the purring sound in Kenpachi's voice, and he only further squirmed in reaction as he felt the wet tip of Kenpachi's tongue glide along his lope.

"Hngh…" The substitute soul reaper relished in the calming effect the action was giving him. His tingling body finally released some of the unneeded tension. Kenpachi worked his way down from his ear and trailed his eager tongue along his jaw until he reached his neck, which was vibrating from the moans caught in Ichigo's throat.

He continued pecking downward to his collarbone, giving a little nibble on the bone like a hungry dog.

Ichigo could feel the captains big stiff member against his own, which was now causing him to become equally as hard.

"Ken-Kenp~ah…"

The captain was driven out of the spell of being lost in every inch of Ichigo's skin as he heard the boy attempt to address him.

He looked up and savored the boys aroused expression. Kenpachi never seen his face look like that before. He was loving every second of the scene.

"I want you… To kiss me now. I'm ready." Ichigo tried to gather his breath.

Without questioning, the captain kept focus on those lips alluring him in the route to smoothly land on them.

Ichigo felt his heart punch his chest internally; so much he wondered if Kenpachi can feel the beats against his own chest that was against him. Ichigo closed his eyes, the sight of him slowly inching in closer only made him more nervous. Inexperiencely, he tightly pouted his lips and prepared himself for another persons mouth to finally touch his own.

He felt the palms of Kenpachi's dry feeling hands place themselves on both side of Ichigo's cheeks; keeping his head securely in place.

Ichigo fell queasy, his legs shaky and numb. The substitute soul reaper was expecting a gentle caress, like the kind he watched in teen movies, but the captain effortlessly pressed his face against his so weightily. His lips felt rough, but at the same time so smooth and slippery as if he licked them before the contact. Without even trying to warm Ichigo into the kiss, the impatient captain lodged his tongue inside his mouth and expertly twirled it around.

The skin between Ichigo's brows curled. He didn't really know what to do with his own tongue. But after a few passing seconds of adjusting to Kenpachi's moving around his mouth like a playful snake, the motions began to feel natural enough that he knew how to correspond.

Their tongues intertwined in a rhythm, but soon turned impetuous and desperate. Even within the kiss there was a glint of competition shining between them; their tongues were in a battle against each other to see who was more dexterous.

Ichigo spread his thighs further apart and wrapped his calves around Kenpachi's back. He binded him snugly between his legs as he daringly licked the captains bottom lip. The kiss momentarily broke as Kenpachi stared in delight at Ichigo's needy tongue left out to dangle over his own bottom lip, then swirled it over the top to taste the flavor Kenpachi left on him.

"Hey, don't submit to me so easily, I want you to put up a fight."

Ichigo's seductive gaze bounced to a brash stare. "Are you kidding me? First you tell me to relax and loosen up, now you tell me to fight you away? You're such a walking contradiction."

The captain tittered. "And how is that?"

The boy signed at the captains smile growing wider. "It's the same as when you fight. You want to get stronger, yet you restrain half your power. You say you don't like weak opponents, yet you make yourself weaker than you are." Ichigo explained with a tempter in his tone. The mood seemed to have been driven away from him.

Kenpachi inspected his pouting lips and finally spoke after a long pause. "…You must be one of those people that talks in your sleep since you never shut up when you're awake."

"Stop pissing me off, Zaraki! That doesn't even have anything to do with what we were talking about, damnit!"

The captain chuckled at the boy getting offended so easily. "You're so hot-headed."

Ichigo childishly moped under him, not even giving him the satisfaction of looking at him.

"But that's what I like about you. We're a lot alike that way." The captain's words attracted Ichigo back to him, where he was greeted with an alarmingly warm smile. He seen Kenpachi smile often, but customarily it was devilish, but this one was so tender.

Ichigo huffed a sigh. "Don't try to win me over with that stupid face of yo-" his words turned into a muffle after they became trapped within Kenpachi's mouth. He was silenced by the kiss, just how Kenpachi imagined doing when Ichigo talked too much.

Ichigo couldn't fight against this like Kenpachi wanted. It was hard to admit, but he wanted him. This might just be a recent feeling but it's strong. When he woke up this morning, he never imagined this happening. And before now, he never really liked Kenpachi in that kind of way. He did enjoy his company every time he visited the Soul Society, despite Kenpachi constantly challenging him with duels and chasing him around for hours threatening his life. Because of that, Ichigo always assumed he just wanted to fight him all the time and that was all; no more to the relationship than just being fighting buddies. But now, he saw another side of Kenpachi, one that wasn't just lustful for his spilled blood, but all of him.

Kenpachi pulled away from his lips, a loud smacking sound formed from the kiss breaking between them.

"I can't take it anymore, Ichigo. If you're ready or not I need it now." The captain spoke brashly, as if he was ordering around one of his subordinates.

"Now, j-just... Wa-Wait a second!"

"No more waiting." Kenpachi bared enticement in his tone as he firmly clung to his own throbbing shaft and aimed it for Ichigo's opening.

"Ta-Take it easy now… hnm…" Ichigo clutched his fist against his own chest as he watched, and felt, Kenpachi rub his member between his legs. Once he had it in place, he propped his weight on one palm, and rested his other hand on Ichigo's stomach that was fluctuating from his gasps.

Kenpachi huffed as he stuck himself against his opening, which to his dismay wasn't granting him immediate access.

"I told you it wouldn't fit."

"It will fit. It's just being stubborn, like you. Heh." Kenpachi freed a gruff growl as he strained to make a small gap between his toy.

Ichigo mouth dropped open as he finally began to feel the tight muscles between him stretching apart. A built up of flutters reached up to the tip of his own shaft as he felt Kenpachi finally entering him a few inches. A stimulated whine escaped from him as he squirmed his shoulders around.

"Hmph. You act like that's all there is. I only got half of the tip in. I can imagine how you'll react when I get the whole thing in in there."

Ichigo's whipped his head up. "The whole thing? Can't you go a little easy on me? It is my first time after all-ah!" A piercing ache tore through him as Kenpachi rammed his thickness in deeper, probably just to shut him up. Sightlessly Ichigo searched for the muscular chest above him and latched on; rubbing and squeezing his nails into his pecks to return some of the pain he was giving him.

"Kenpachi!" he sealed his teeth; beads of sweat formed all over his body.

"Oh I like how my name sounds in that tone of voice. If you say it again I'll go easier on you." The captain said with lustful glee as he crammed himself further into him, now he was almost half way in.

"You bastard, N~ah!" Ichigo's knuckles curled into a tight fist, his mouth remained to hang open – releasing continues moans as his eyes hooded. "D-Damnit." I can't handle it… We haven't even fully started yet and it's already too much…!

He held his breath for a moment to disregard his nerves, then gasped the captains name lustfully. "Ken-Kenpachi!"

The captain's smile reached ear to ear with satisfaction. He noted how roughly Ichigo's legs were vibrating around him.

"Heh, well I'd hate to break it to ya', but I'm not actually able to control myself. So it will only get rougher." He halted in pushing himself deeper and exhaled. "But I suppose to somewhat keep my promise, I could let you get used to only half of it for a while."

The captain held both of Ichigo's hips and pulled himself out of him, then with mighty force shoved it back in half way. Ichigo twitched and wiggled under him, giving out moans mixed with hurt and desire.

Kenpachi continued to strongly pump his hips into Ichigo severely, digging his nails into the boy's skin as he grumbled out huskily. Traces of sweat started racing down the captain's face, which appeared to be in a trance of bliss.

Every inch of Ichigo's skin was dampened with perspiration, and at last the feeling of soreness between his legs had diminished. Now all that remained was pure pleasure.

Ichigo could tell Kenpachi was holding back, why he didn't know, and he found it odd how he wasn't appreciating him going easy on him. But the captain was just so ruthless and thought pain was an imaginary thing. Yet here he is, going easy with him. Ichigo didn't want that. He wanted everything he got. Kenpachi was never one to go easy on him during battle, so the same rules should apply here.

Ichigo faintly trailed his fingers along the captain's face, identifying the touch of his scar as he brushed his fingers across to his eye patch. Carefully, Ichigo detected Kenpachi's baffled reaction. Without another moment of hesitation, Ichigo ripped the seal away and flimsily plopped his arm back down.

A surging wave of a golden hue skyrocketed all around them like a volcano erupting. The pressure thrived all throughout Ichigo's body and mixed with his own energy; fusing into one entity.

Ichigo became lost in Kenpachi's eyes that were glowing the same tint of his spiritual energy. "I want all of you, not half."

Kenpachi looked unsure at first, but then bounced his head to the side friskily with a smirk.

"Well in that case..." The captain powerfully plunged himself into Ichigo with one wild thrust. Which granted pain and lust on Ichigo's face. Their skins were damp and slippery, which made their friction slide smoothly against each other easier.

Ichigo struggled to breathe momentarily as Kenpachi ferociously shoved himself in and out of him rapidly.

"Are you sure you can handle it Ichigo? I can put the patch back on if it's too much for you."

Ichigo's tense lips and teeth clutching together kept him from answering, but he finally managed to spit out a reply. "...S-Shut up. Is this all you go~ah~t!" Ichigo arched his back into the captain more, tightened his legs embrace around him and flung his head back.

"Heh. You always know how to talk big even when you know you can't handle something."

"Can't handle it? I'm enjoying myself just fine!" Ichigo's tone pitched higher, making his brave remark sound phony.

"Enjoying yourself, is that so? Well stop submitting to me so easily like a little bitch then. I like a challenge, remember?"

"Idiot… Don't call me that word damnit!" Ichigo flung his body upward; breaking the hidden barrier of Kenpachi's intense energy detaining him. The captain was heaved up with Ichigo's force as the furious boy hopped on top of the captain and pinned him down to the ground submissively. The captains head knocked onto the ground, causing some of the bells in his hair to slip off and roll away.

"Ah-ha! Yeah that's more like it!"

Ichigo gathered his breath and downcasted a scowled. "Shut up. I'm not doing this to satisfy your demand. I just want to show you what I'm really capable of handling since you obviously can't push my limits." He smirked down at him, successfully masking the fact that he was already at his limits. Kenpachi was doing more than he could handle, but he didn't want to show too much weakness toward him. That would destroy the image they built up between each other.

Ichigo set his hips over Kenpachi's throbbing shaft while still pinning the captain's wrist down firmly. He sat down on his pulsating member and swallowed it wholly into him in one thrust. Without giving himself a second to adjust, he started springing his body up and down roughly; crushing the captain's pelvis with each pump.

"That feels…" Kenpachi was unable to finish his sentence as he swung his back.

Now it was Kenpachi that was exposing helplessness in his face. Ichigo growled a satisfying moan with a smirk. He liked seeing that expression on him for he never seen it before. Now he was in control; no longer can Kenpachi control the rhythm between them. Now it was Ichigo who easily adjusted, but the captain was now struggled to adapt to his pace. But at the same time, it was obvious Kenpachi was still treasuring the experience.

Ichigo's face tensed and let out a wail and mixed with the incoherent muffles sounded from the captain.

Kenpachi struggled to seize his breath. "Are you going to come for me?"

The boy growled "…Shut up." He said with a feeble smirk.

"I'm going to soon…Very soon." The captain announced as Ichigo smacked his bottom against him even harder.

"W-Wait… Don't. Not… Inside me!" Ichigo struggled to force out the words, and after he finally did, his request was already too delayed.

"T-Too late." With a deafening moan the captain underwent electrifying sensations through his body, he quaked under Ichigo, who was feeling a stream of warm wetness release inside of him. With Kenpachi's shaft still burring deep inside him, he sensed the liquid filter out from his opening – ticking him a little.

Ichigo's eyes bursted with ecstasy as he felt the gradual blast of an orgasm he never could imagine achieving on his own. He dug his fingernails in the captain's wrist he was still pinning down. He shivered violently on top of Kenpachi's hips as he oozed out his own creamy juices and tainted the captain's perspiring stomach.

Ichigo buckled his weight down onto Kenpachi's muscular frame, now feeling the wetness he left on Kenpachi on his own stomach. They both fell completely immobile as they fought to catch their own breath.

"Now that… Was a lot of fun." Kenpachi broke the silence in a breathily whisper.

Ichigo angled his head to face him and curved his lips. "More fun than fighting?"

"Well…" Kenpachi paused to contemplate. Then let out a defeated sigh. "Maybe."

Ichigo laid his head back down on the captains chest as he smiled. That was good news to him. Maybe if Kenpachi found another way to fill his desires other than fighting, than perhaps Ichigo can finally avoid having to ditch him every time he visited the Soul Society just because he didn't want a fight to the death. If what they just did could be replaced with that, Ichigo thought that maybe he would be the one chasing after him for a change.

Abruptly, Kenpachi's relaxed expressed animated with lively stress upon feeling a sense of familiar energy. He bounced up, knocking Ichigo right off of him with hefty force.

"Ugh! What the hell is your problem!" he yelled to the man that just ruined the tranquil mood. He should had expected that from Kenpachi though. He can't stay peaceful for too long. Ichigo trailed the man's hasty movements as he watched him rush to his clothing.

"Get dressed Ichigo. Now."

"Huh? Why? What's the rush?"

"Kenny~~! Where are youuu~?" The familiar tone of Kenpachi's companion gave Ichigo the motivation he needed to bolt off the ground and struggle to figure out how he was going to get his torn up clothing back on.

He had forgotten all about her. When his fight first started with Kenpachi, Yachiru took off to a safe distance to watch, but perhaps after all the running around she lost them for a while, which was fortunate. It was a good thing she didn't start searching for them earlier.

"Kenny~! Come out, come out~!"

"Damnit! She sounds so close!" Ichigo stressfully put his arms into what was obviously his pant leg.

"Well yeah but she's terrible at tracking spiritual pressure, so she should go in circles for a while until she finds me. That gives us some time." Kenpachi, who had just finished getting dressed retrieved his Zanpakuto and stood stationary as he watched Ichigo finally manage to dress himself.

Ichigo rushed over to the other side of the room to reclaim his sword that was plumaged away earlier in the fight. He holstered it onto his back and positioned himself just in time next to Kenpachi.

"Kenny! I was looking everywhere for you~!" A blur of pink and black fleetly bypassed the wreckage. Yachiru cheerfully stood in front of the towering captain and looked over at Ichigo, who looked tremendously jittery.

"Hm? Ichi, what's wrong? Did Kenny hurt you too bad?" she giggled cutely.

"Hah, yeah. Kind of." He tousled his messy hair and glinted a smile.

Yachiru beamed up at Kenpachi and effortlessly soared up and latched onto the captains back "Owh. This isn't fair! I didn't get to see you fight Ichi very long and now it's over." She rested her chin on Kenpachi's shoulder and pouted disappointedly.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Yachiru?" Kenpachi tilted his head back to her. Ichigo eyebrow twitched up as he squinted his eyes at the captain in wonder, Yachiru looked to share a similar reaction.

"Who said-" he stopped mid-sentence to retract his Zanpakuto "-that the fight was over? Ahaha!" The demented captain lunged his sword forward and aimed it between Ichigo's bulging eyeballs.

Yachiru cheered her fist into the air. "Yaay~hee~! Kenny~!"

"Wha-What? Are you kidding me?" Ichigo felt a rise of the familiar feeling of panic that only the captain of the eleventh squad was capable of giving him.

Ichigo dodged away from the sudden launch of Kenpachi's sword sailing toward him and zipped down the alley.

"Awh no! He's getting away Kenny! Get him, get him~~!"

"Don't tell him to get me you little twerp!" Ichigo lashed his head back to the little girl jockeying the rampant beast rapidly pursuing him.

"Aagh! Damn you, Kenpachi!"

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!

-A