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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Title: Admitting It
Fandom: Bleach
Story: 7
Connected stories: #9 – Getting Back My Berry
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Ichigo
Word Count: 2218
Requested by: ROBERTA2002 and Anon
Warnings: smut. Lots and lots of smut.
Reposted: July 30, 2017
AN: Still not a lot of things to say.

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I watch him as he sips tea with my sister. I can't stand the orange haired ryoka. He;s loud, annoying and needs to be put in his place. Now though, he is my fukutaicho ever since Renji took over 3rd division.

Granted, he does do his paperwork in a timely manner, has taken over the training of those under us and barely talks to me, but he still annoys me and makes me want to rip him into pieces. He is everything that I thought I was against. The wildness, the sheer strength that he exhibited when he saved Rukia drew me in an odd way. Even now, as I am watching them talk and relax under one of the sakura trees on the Kuchiki lands, I am drawn to him.

Snorting into my tea, I look over at Kenpachi as he drinks his own tea. I know he is dying to say something, I just do not know what yet. I will give him a few minutes more to tell me what is making him smirk like that.

“Why don't ya just pin him down and get it over with?” he asks, smirking at my dark glare tossed at him.

“Do what to whom?” I ask, feigning ignorance. He grins in what others call in a blood thirsty way. I know that it is his 'I know something you don't know' grin. I sip my tea as I wait for his quickly coming answer.

“Grab Ichigo, toss 'em onto the bed, tie him up and fuck him until he agrees he's all yours,” Kenpachi growls softly. “That's what I did with Renji and look what happened.”

“Yes, he keeps disappearing when he has nothing better to do so he can get laid,” I mutter, causing him to laugh in that growling way he had. I watch as Ichigo stands and hugs Rukia before shunpoing away. I then watch as Rukia picks up the tray with the tea pot and cups before heading inside, not even smiling at me as she passed.

Apparently she was still pissed at me for attacking Ichigo during training.

Sighing softly, I get up and nod to Kenpachi as he finishes his own tea and gets up. With a few parting words, he heads off to pick up his lover and his adopted daughter/fukutaicho and take them both home. Snorting slightly, I head inside to bathe and get ready for the night.

An hour later, I am drying off in my room, staring at the piece of fabric wrapped around some bright orange red hair. I had found the hair attached to Senbonzakura after the last time I had fought against him. He had taken to growing his hair out, wanting to distinguish himself from Kaien. I had to admit, it made a difference. Made him seem softer, but it also meant that his hair caught on my zanpacto more often.

I really do not know why I keep the bits of hair or the piece of fabric that I had found on my body from his bankai clothing, but I did. I found myself unable to throw it away, to get it over with. I now find myself debating if I should take Kenpachi's advice and go to where he lives now and pin him to the mattress.

Growling in self disgust, I pull on a simple kimono and disappear from my room, leaving behind my keiken, deciding that the white objects would not help me this night. Hopping from roof to roof, I head for the middle class area of Seireitei.

Kenpachi had told me that Ichigo had opened his father's original home once more and was staying there. I knew exactly where it was, having been there many times in the past, before and after Issin had taken off. I was also told he was staying in what used to be the guest room. And that he had silk bonds attached to the head board.

Or what looked to be silk bonds. How Kenpachi knew such things I will never know.

Knowing my luck, they would be nothing more then pretty decoration, but I would still use them on Ichigo. I was going to have him, get him out of my system and go back to my life. I would do this and forget about it.

Those plans flew out the window when I landed on the balcony and saw that his balcony windows were standing open to let in the night breeze into the room. He was on his bed, his back to the window, a sheet covering him from his neck down. It showed off very little of his body but hinted at what was under it. It made me drool. I became half hard as I watched him turn onto his back, one hand coming to rest above his head, his other arm over his waist.

Smirking softly, I push down my reiatsu and slip off the railing before pulling on my shoes. Walking into the room, I take in the simplistic colors of the room, approving of the sea blues and sea greens that covered the walls, the dark rose wood furniture that seemed to be all hand crafted and the way that it was all kept very neat. Shaking my head, I pull myself away from my admiration of his room to Ichigo himself.

I notice that he isn't wearing anything above his waist, his sheet having slide down his body. I smirk as I run my eyes over his body. A few scars here and there, but nothing to amazing. That is until I pause at his belly button and see a gold hoop with a small green stone in the shape of a leaf hanging from it. Cocking an eye brow, I make a note to look at that a bit closer.

Moving silently, I move to the head of his bed and quickly find the bonds that Kenpachi had told me about and take one arm, quickly tying it. Kenpachi was also right. They were silk bonds. Ichigo doesn't even stir as I take his other arm and attach tie that one up. I pause for a moment when I hear Ichigo gently moan my name before smirking smugly.

“So, he dreams of me,” I think to myself as I walk around to the side of the bed and sit down, waiting for him to wake up. It doesn't take him very long. He tries to shift to his side, but the bonds stop him from doing so. I watch as he wakes slowly, tugging on his arms, unable to move them much more then a couple of inches. He finally notices my weight on his bed and turns his eyes to me. I smirk even more as I see them widen in surprise.

“What the hell?” he suddenly yells out at me, going from surprised to angry. I lean forward and kiss him harshly, forcing a shocked moan out of him. I take advantage of the moan and slide my tongue into the open mouth, tasting his unique flavor. Cinnamon and cloves, an interesting flavor for someone named after a fruit as so many tease him.

Pulling away I smile softly at the dazed and slightly confused look on his face as he looks up at me. Standing up, I drag the sheet off of his body and smile lecherously down at his body, finding that he was sleeping nude. Perfect for my plans.

Walking down to the bottom of the bed, taking the sheet with me, I notice him shiver slightly as the breeze slide over his body. Taking a moment to close the door, I go back to his feet and slide my finger tips over his toes, then the arch of his foot, which made him laugh lightly and move his leg away. Moving towards the head of the bed, dragging my hand over his body, I smirk at the shudders I got and the low moan as my hand just barely brushed his hardening cock.

I end my trek to the head of the bed before moving so that I was standing on the other side of where I had been walking. Smirking at him, I work off my kimono, making sure that it was folded up and placed neatly on the dresser that I had walked to. I can see his eyes roaming over my body, taking in the scars and muscles. I also can see him move his legs so that his now fully hard length was hidden from my view. I chuckle at him softly, smiling at the sweetly innocent blush on his face.

Walking to the head of the bed, I reach over the headboard and stroke a hand through his hair in a gentle movement.

“This time will not be slow and gentle,” I purr softly, enjoying the darkening blush on his cheeks. “Tell me, are you a virgin?”

“Not that it's any of your business, but no, I'm not,” he says, causing me to smirk at him.

“Tell me, strawberry, who popped your cherry?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. He blushes and mumbles something softly. “Who?”

“Sado. It was before we came here to Seireitei. We had met the day before we left and had sex. We've done other things, but he has a thing for someone else. The only reason why we had sex then was because I didn't want to die a virgin, since dieing was a very real possibility, and I didn't trust anyone else,” he says, looking me straight in the eye.

“Good. I am glad that it was just him,” I say before moving around to the side and climbing onto the bed, covering his body with my own. Hovering with my lips over his, I remember something important and ask him, “Where is your oil?” He blinks up at me for a moment before what I am asking finally gets through the fog of lust that I was creating as I rubbed against him.

“Drawer...bed...ah!...sidetable,” he manages to get out, his creamy skin flushing a soft pink as his arousal is spiked higher when I start to stroke his length slowly. Smirking, I reach over and grab the bottle that said KY on it. Shaking my head, I kiss him deeply as I slicked my fingers up.

Not bothering with any teasing movements, I slide one finger straight into him, pumping it in and out a few times. I notice that while he was still tight, he still knows how to relax around the finger. I smirk and slide in another finger, feeling the muscles around them tense before relaxing so I can continue to stretch him wide open. I make sure that I stroke the little nub of nerves a few times as I prep him, but he has no complaints.

Soon, I'm ramming deeply into him with my cock, his voice and body begging me to do it again and again. And I find myself unable to do anything but that. I am pounding into him with all of my pent up lust and feelings. He has already cum once from my cock alone. I can feel his release slicking our stomachs between us as I start to slow down, wanting to draw it out a bit more.

I love the sound of my name being moaned breathily in my ear as I nibble on his neck. I can feel his hard length rub against my stomach and I know it won't take much more to shove the both of us over the edge. I look into his eyes and see an un-known emotion swirling with the lust and I can not help but moan his name softly as I spill into him, my release causing him to fall over the edge again.

I move only to untie his arms and rub at them, bringing back the feeling in them. He smiles softly at me and lets me do what I will with him. I slip out of him finally, smirking at the site of my seed sliding out of him wetly. I feel like I have claimed him and I have. He is mine and no one will have him.

Shifting slightly, I scoop a bit of his cum and lick my fingers with a hum of delight at the sweet taste. Pulling him close, I smile softly down at him and run my hand through his hair. He presses close and hums in delight, his head coming to rest above my heart, both of us uncaring of the mess between us.

“That was...” he mummers gently, rubbing his cheek against my chest. Smirking again and snickering softly, I rub my cheek against the top of his head in return.

“I do hope that you know you are now mine for good,” I tell him. I feel him nod and close my eyes, breathing in our combined scents. Smirking softly, I feel him fall asleep against me only starting a bit at the words that left his mouth as he fell asleep. Shaking my head, I allow myself to fall into sleep with a few murmured words of my own.

“I think I can love you too, Ichigo.”
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