What Yachiru Wants

So the story goes on. Another chapter added ^^

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When Ichigo Lost

The fight had been going on for almost one hour, the two combatants were adorned by various small cuts and bruises but none of them seemed badly hurt. The area around them were burnt by reiatsu, dirt rising with the swirl of their energy. A tree lay in shambles a few feet away, leaves flickering with every wave of power. There was a stand off, both of the fighters stood facing each other with swords raised and pointed against the other. Somewhere way behind them in their path of destruction a small dark shape was struggling to keep up, but just as Yachiru managed to find the two they were at it again.

Just two blurs clashing against each other, the sound of metal against metal rung out through the air. Then.

"Getsuga tenshô!"

A arch of white power cut through the air, through the space were its target had just been and cracked open earth. Leaving behind a deep cut in the ground. The rumble of power faded, and the two took off again. Swords clashing, they disappeared in the direction they had just come from. Growing reiatsu pulsating over the grass and trees. With a sigh the pink haired lieutenant hopped down from the rock she'd been standing on, looking in direction of the way the two just disappeared through and then hurried after. Small legs running on the edge of the deep cut, large eyes looking down the crevice.

"Wow, Ichi-san..."

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"Ichgio"

The name had the teen halting his attack, noticing that his opponent wasn't attacking but rather just smirked smugly at him. His zanpakutô resting over his shoulders, fingers tapping against its hilt. Ichigo also noticed that they had managed to end up where they had started out, the destruction around them looking as if a small tornado had swept through. There were cuts stinging all over his body, wounds reopening as he was panting. Chest heaving to get in all the desired air, raising and sinking. He frowned, lowering Zangetsu to the ground. Resting its tip against the dirt floor.

"What?" he snapped, still wanting to fight some more and annoyed that the other wasn't coming at him full force. Sure he himself hadn't gone full speed either, but he wanted to. Wanted to push his limit, to use bankai, but the other just kept dodging and only half heartily fighting him. Playing with him. "Are you going to stop playing and start fighting for real now, Kenpachi? I thought you wanted this..."

This time it was the other who frowned.

"Let's just up the stakes a little" the captain offered, stopping the fingering on the hilt. Eyes narrowing, staring. "If I win you have to agree to do something for me, should you win... I won't ask you to fight me anymore."

Ichigo just knew that there was something off with this offer, with this bet, and that he really should say no. Every bone in his body screamed at him, eyes still on the intimidating face in front of him. Eyes dangerously calm and sure. A wind blew by, ominous and hot. The shinigami representative swallowed, glancing around for any sign of a trap before looking back to the captain, trailing up the open outfit. Large muscles, red cuts he'd left there with the old man. That eye watching him silently, spiked hair complete with bells. Then the other smirked. Ichigo snorted.

"Sure, I won't lose to you Zaraki!"

He'd already won one, so this shouldn't be hard.

Lifting his sword he smirked and then shifted. That was all he had time for. Choking his eyes widened as the other disappeared from his view. Blurring. Then there was a pulsating wave of energy behind him, and Ichigo moved but was too slow. Freezing in place. The jagged blade of a familiar zanpakutô rested against the front of his neck, pushing against skin and daring him to move. Inside his chest the heart hammered, almost drowning out the deep sound of the shinigamis voice breathed into his ear.

"Surprise Ichigo..."

The tone sent a shiver down his spine as thoughts spun in the red heads mind. Shit, he used flash step. Ichigo had presumed the other didn't know how to use that skill, he'd never used it before. Not even when they had fought back then when he was trying to save Rukia. The strange captain was fast anyway but now, with flash step, and the element of surprise he hadn't had a chance. Too fast. Maybe the other had learnt since their last run in, or maybe he just didn't use it so that battling would be harder. It seemed like something the insane captain would do. A hand covering his own still gripping Zangetsu brought him back of his thoughts. Large fingers wrapped around his, squeezing.

"Flash step..."

"Yes."

"You got me."

"Yes... and now for what I want from you."

Fingers squeezed harder, forcing Ichigo to give up his hold on the hilt. The weapon fell to the ground, bouncing once against hard dirt, and timed seem to slow down. The red head couldn't figure out why his heart was threatening to escape out of his throat, a warm feeling in his face as the arm shifted their joint hands. Zaraki moved his hand, guiding it in, while still keeping his sword against Ichigos neck. Warm breath ghosted down his bared neck. He closed his eyes, no longer able to keep them open as he had to focus all his strength to stand up right and keep breathing.

Then his hand was pressing against his thigh, hand still guiding firmly and even as he tugged lightly there was no halting in its movement. It moved over soft robes, straight to his groin. Joint hands pushing and rubbing up against his crotch. With a gasp Ichigo jerked backwards, pressing flush up against a firm body behind him and on the same time feeling skin break against the blade. It stung. The hand was still against him, keeping a firm pressure. He didn't know what to do, or if he could do anything other then quiver.

"Shh now..." Zarakis words were nothing more then a whisper against the lobe of his ear "You lost. I won. You will agree to be Yachirus mother Ichigo. This is what I want. Moan if you accept..."

Fingers kneaded against him, rubbing against his semi hard member and Ichigo would have moaned even without the other having told him so. A soft sound in the back of his throat and hips twitched, torn from wanting to push into hands but held back by the still functioning part of the red heads brain. Then the hand left his, and the pressure of the warm body behind him disappeared. Still with his own hand between his legs Ichigo sunk to his knees, the impact managing to snap him back to reality. Flushing bright red and pulling his hand away. Brown eyes snapped open to stare at the ground in front of him. The sound of the rest of the world slowly returned.

"Ken-chan! Did you win?"

"Yes."

"I'm so happy! Ichi-san?"

A small hand landed on his shoulder, but Ichigo was too embarrassed to look up at the young lieutenant and thus kept his eyes firmly on the ground. Still feeling like a hot iron had been pressed against his cheeks. Even the tip of his ears felt like they were burning intensely.

"He's fine. Come Yachiru, Ichi-chan needs a moment to calm down."

"Oki-doki Ken-chan!"

hah, this one was fun to write ^^