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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Title: Not So Different

Fandom: Bleach

Chapter: 2 out of 2

Pairing: Kensei/Ichigo

Word count: 3,765

AN: And we have smut! *giggles* And next week we are doing a oneshot Kensei/Ichigo story for the affy-chan and hopefully we'll finally get up the Minato/Naruto/Kakashi that has been floating around on my drive. :P
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The next morning, he made the younger Vizard breakfast and tea that would fight the possible hangover before they headed out. It was during lunch that Kensei found Aramaki, the fourth seat glaring at Ichigo as he spoke with Kenpachi about something or another, possibly pertaining to the wild flowers in the large mans hands and the blushing Hanataro that stood near them. Smirking heavily, he stalked towards the man, predator oozing from his very being.
Aramaki didn’t even notice the predator that was stalking him until his konsodo was grabbed and he was jerked around to face a severely pissed off taicho and Vizard.
“Hey!” he cried out, drawing attention to them as his eyes widened at the black that was seeping into the white of the sclera.
“You dared to touch Ichigo’s friend and pissed him off, and now? Now you’re daring to glare at him for being treated right by your taicho?” Kensei growled, his voice oddly echoing and making the man in his grasp whimper and shake. He had seen the damage the Vizard before him could do with ease and it terrified him enough for this bowels and bladder to let loose.

Kensei sneered as the man’s hakama grew damp in front while the back grew heavy and moist. “Fucking disgusting. What could our little Hana-chan see in you, you pathetic creature?” he snorted, dropping Aramaki from his hold and brushing his hands off with a look of disgust. “How the fuck did he get into your division, Kenpachi-taicho?” he called out, turning to the other male after delivering a hard kick to the prone male, sending him skidding several feet and leaving a bit of a brown streak on the ground.
“No idea,” Kenpachi grunted, shaking his head. “I don’t like abusers, and my division knows it,” he continued, sweeping a cold glare over his people before snorting. “Why’d you have to do that? I was planning on making his life a living hell and maybe booting him over to the Twelfth,” he complained, looking down when Hanataro shyly pressed against his side and smiled up at him, flowers in hand.

“He upset Ichigo,” Kensei replied, as if it explained it all. Ichigo just blushed lightly and shifted on his feet, pulling his reitsu closer to himself.
“I see,” Kenpachi chuckled, pulling Hantaro closer, one hand cupping the ass that he would be laying claim to later that night. He leered at his new partner, getting a flush of delight before watching Ichigo roll his eyes and make his excuses. “I suggest you stake your own claim before some idiot lands him in bed again and turns him off of all relationships,” he warned.
Kensei looked at the larger male with a cocked eyebrow. “Oh?”
“I heard that the only really good sexual relationship he has had was with Byakuya-san, despite the length of it,” Hanataro said softly, blushing when both men turned to look to him with some curiosity. “Well, they were often found making out or actually having sex. They had to carry around silencing seals just to make sure that they didn’t disturb anyone when the urge took them,” he continued, shrugging.

“Huh,” Kensei grunted out before smirking and tweaking Hanataro’s nose. “Thanks. I’m gone.”
Heading to his shared home, knowing that Ichigo had headed home for the time being, having only a half day since most of the paperwork had been done for the day in both divisions. Walking into the house, Kensei made sure that the privacy seals were up, not wanting to be bothered for the rest of the day while he bonded to his Ichigo. Once that was done, headed through the house, following the freshest trail of what he hoped would be his soon to be lover.
Stepping up to the door to Ichigo’s room, rain started to pour, the sound of another door opening reaching his ears as he slid open the bedroom door. Blinking at the blink of surprise that he got, Kensei took in the scene before him, feeling blood rush down to his groin at the innocent sight. Ichigo had freed his hair to let it fall down his back in gentle waves and was in the process of removing his konsodo and undershirt, letting the fabric fall down his shoulders and arms to expose the smooth skin there.

“Kensei?” Ichigo asked, sounding surprised but curious. Kensei leered and stepped in, closing the door behind and catching the scent of his little ones arousal that started to curl around his natural scent of fire and flowers.
“Ichigo,” he purred in return, stalking towards the younger male, eyes glowing with his lust, even as the tops slid further down Ichigo’s arms, exposing more smooth skin to his ravenous eyes. Ichigo flushed and tried to pull the tops closed once more, feeling a shiver roll down his back at the growl that came from the bigger Vizard.
Eyes widening, he squeaked when Kensei reached out and dragged him close to his body, denying the fact that he did make such a sound even as he moaned under the demanding kiss that he was quick to respond to. Opening his mouth, he sucked in the questing tongue and moaned softly as he was wrapped up in a strong grip, wrapping his own arms around the others neck and pulling him closer. Feeling the subtle shift of muscles under his questing hands, Ichigo tugged Kensei closer to the bed before purposefully falling back onto the bed.
Growling with laughter, Kensei pulled away from the kiss and settled between long legs, running his eyes down over the sweet body before him, taking in the fact that the tops had opened even more. Licking his lips at the soft skin before him, he stroked his hands down over Ichigo, groaning as Ichigo arched upwards into his touch. “So ready and responsive,” he chuckled softly, breathing the words into one ear before nipping at it and getting a strangled moan from his soon to be lover.
“Kensei,” Ichigo growled out, tugging at the taller males clothes, wanting to get him stripped of the clothes. “Want you to fuck me nice and hard,” he groaned, pressing his hips into Kensei’s and rubbing their lengths together.
Kensei choked on a moaned and reached down to grab onto one lean hip, holding it still so that he could rubbed in small circles against his soon to be mate. “Fuck, we’ll get there, baby, don’t worry,” he promised, air puffing against the ear again. Smirking at the lusty moans coming from the younger male, he stroked his hands down a smooth chest and tugged his lover’s tops free completely from his hakama, sliding them off of long arms and tossing them aside. Soon, Ichigo’s hakama and fudoshi landed on the floor with the tops, allowing Kensei free access to roam his hands over the long body, causing sweet sounding moans and growls to escape from his mate.

Ichigo groaned and flipped them over, perching on the taicho’s hips and rubbed his body against the ones that rose to meet each rub, soft pants coming out of him as he gazed at Kensei with half lidded eyes. Licking his lips, he was quick to remove his partner’s clothing, the other man shifting to help him in doing so. Chuckling, he took in the body that he had been dreaming of for years. Ever since he had accidentally walked in on Kensei while the man had showered, he had been a featured player in his fantasies.

But the real thing instead of the quick flash that he had gotten that day was so much better. Kensei was lean, but still bigger than himself, muscles dancing and playing under skin that was only slightly scarred by all of the fights that he had gotten into over the years. Tracing one that he knew came from a hollow’s claws and rested on one strong shoulder, Ichigo leant down and used his tongue to explore it, getting a deep, rumbling groan from his lover. Smirking up at him, he slid lower, down over the others chest, teasing nipples into hard peaks with nibbles and sucks before working his way down lower.
Looking up with brown eyes glittering with his lust, Ichigo smirked as he laid a kiss to the skin just above the hard length, feeling the muscle there twitch under the butterfly touch. “You know, I kept dating guys who thought going down on another was somehow demeaning,” he hummed, curling his fingers around the prick before him and stroked slowly up from the root. “Do you think that this is demeaning?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Kensei smirked as he gazed down at Ichigo with barely restrained need and lust evident in his eyes. “Not in the least. It can be one of the most erotic things to happen between lovers,” he panted out, the younger male purring as he moved to take the tip of the prick in his hands into his mouth and give it a light suck. Groaning, he dropped his head back against the pile of pillows, watching as Ichigo worked his mouth over him with obvious relish.

Reaching down and threading his fingers into soft hair, Kensei sighed and moaned, rocking his hips, knowing full well that despite the fact that Ichigo was allowing him to control what was going on, he was in the true control at the moment. It fueled his need, sending his lust into burning through his body and making his prick twitch. He groaned and rocked his hips up into the willing and hot mouth, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt a pert nose press into the skin under his belly button eyes flying open to gaze down at him.
Twitching his fingers in soft hair, Kensei’s hips twitched up into the other’s mouth, moaning softly as Ichigo swallowed around him before pulling up and teasing him with the knowing tongue. “Fuck, Ichigo,” he whined, letting his eyes close again as his head pressed back into the pillows under his head. “Yes,” he groaned as his lover pulled off and teased him with tiny licks and nips.
“So easily pleased,” Ichigo chuckled softly, licking his lips before returning to the task before him with a moan of pleasure. Working his mouth over the hardness before him, he massaged at thigh muscles, eyes glancing up every so often to take in Kensei’s face. He was enjoying the taste of his lover, sucking and working on bringing the older male over that edge, tasting the slickness of Kensei's pre-cum on his tongue and making him moan contently.
“Not so easily pleased but really fucking horny,” Kensei growled before he came, shuddering as Ichigo moaned in happiness at the flood of salty sweetness that came across his tongue. “Fuck,” he gasped, eyes wide as the sweet mouth pulled off of him before a pink tongue came out to lap at him, getting him hard once more. “The beauty about being a Vizard. Always ready to fuck or fight.”

Ichigo chuckled and smirked, sliding up the long body and wiggling, perching on Kensei’s hips to rock his hips. “So true, so very, very true.” Smirking, he rocked his hips once more and cocked an eyebrow down at his lover. “Well? What are you gonna do now?” he asked, Kensei leering and moving. His eyes widened as his silver haired lover flipped him over onto his back, getting a lusty leer from him.
“Well, I’m going to make you beg for me,” Kensei said, sounding as if he was planning his day. The dark rumbling undertone made his lover squirm under him as his eyes widened in anticipation. “Going to find all the spots that make you squirm and writhe for me, making sure that I leave plenty of marks to show the world that you are well and truly taken. I know a few of your ex’s want you back but they can’t have you.”

“They all sucked in bed,” Ichigo breathed out, panting softly with the images that Kensei was conjuring in his head along with the hands that were slowly stroking up and down his sides. Groaning, he arched upwards into the fingers that tweaked his nipples before a thumb rubbed against the hard buds. The jolts of pleasure that tugged at his lust made him moan and leak heavily against his stomach. “Kensei.”
The sound of his name laced with heavy lust made him moan and drop his mouth to one slim shoulder, brushing his lips against the skin there. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to give everything to you and more,” he promised, eyes dark as he gazed up at the other male with promising eyes. Ichigo sighed and wiggled slightly as large hands came to rest on his hips, squeezing them slightly as Kensei smirked. “Just relax,” he purred.
Ichigo flopped back into the bedding, eyes falling shut as he felt Kensei burn a trail over his neck and shoulders, sharp little nips being laid to raise up new marks where his konsodo wouldn’t be able to hide them. His fingers danced over strong shoulders and arms, occasionally moving to tease muscled and scarred sides, feeling them twitch under his touches. Kensei hummed softly as he brushed his lips over a hard nipple before nipping at it, cataloging the reaction that he got and musing that he had gotten more a reaction when he had nibbled at a few of the small scars that he knew came from Senbonzakura’s released form.
Smirking, he moved slightly down and to the right, running his teeth over a thin, very long scar that curled over Ichigo’s side and just under one rib. The gasping groan was much better than the reaction that he had gotten with his lover’s nipple, making him chuckle as he swiped his fingers over the barely visible scars he could find. “So I take it that having your wounds heal by Orihime and ending up with a scar makes you much more sensitive there, huh?” he asked, getting blurry eyes to look down at him.

“Yeah,” Ichigo husked, shivering under the predatory look he got, having an idea that his lover was going to tease him right into a climax before making him hard again and driving him into a new climax. The smirk as Kensei nipped at the scar that he had just teased with his fingers told him so even as he made a sound of pleasure and shudder hard. His body was naturally sensitive to the touches of a lover, but his scars, healed at such an accelerated rate, were even more sensitive.
He gasped when Kensei found a new spot to tease, working over the scar and skin with tongue and teeth, fingers buried in silver hair as he wiggled and made soft sounds of pleasure. Ichigo curled up slightly, body twitching when the larger man pressed a kiss to his stomach and nibbled at the soft skin just above the indent of his belly button. “Kensei!” he whimpered as the larger man continued his way down, bypassing his hard cock and moving lower, driving him into a state of frenzied need. “Please!” he cried out, screaming soundlessly when a warm hand wrapped around his prick and stroked, dragging him over the edge into climax.
Shuddering as he came down from his sudden high, Ichigo sighed and rocked his hips, finding that between the time he had spilled over Kensei’s hand and coming down from the high, his lover had slipped a slick finger into him and was adding lube to his come. “Kensei,” he groaned as his relaxed body flexed around the digit that was slowly sliding out of his body as the slick lube worked over it and into his body.
“That’s it, baby, just relax,” Kensei chuckled, licking his lips as he watched his finger move in and out of his lover, feeling the muscles relax and open around it. He leant forward and dipped his tongue into the cum that hadn’t slicked his hand and fingers, humming softly at the taste. “I’ll have to taste it when you spill into my mouth,” he purred, feeling Ichigo shiver and press up into him, pressing a second finger into Ichigo.
The smaller vizard groaned softly and rolled his hips down into the touch, body still relaxed and opening under the sure and steady strokes of the fingers within him. It had been a long while since he had been so aroused by being opened by another, having found that after Byakuya, his lovers didn’t compare. But Kensei was blowing everyone out of the proverbial water as he worked his fingers with skill that far surpassed anyone that he could ever sleep with.
Moaning, he arched up and shuddered as the fingers in him stroked over his sweet spot, setting the nerves on fire and making his eyes cross. He sighed when the pressure was let up and the fingers went back to just teasing him, drawing soft groans from him as Kensei watched his reactions closely. He enjoyed his prostate being teased but didn’t like constant pressure, much preferring the teasing strokes that his lover was doing in and out of his body, preparing him for what was to come.
The third finger slipped in as a hand once more curled around his now hard length, stroking him at the same rhythm as the fingers within him. His body was completely relaxed once more and rolling with each movement, begging for more as his legs spread and pulled up slightly, inviting his larger lover to slip between his legs. Kensei took that invitation and pulled his fingers free after spreading them one last time, sliding forward as he picked up the bottle of lubricant again.
“You’re so hard,” he hummed, giving the prick in his hand a stroke with his thumb before releasing it and pouring some of the lube onto his hand. Using the slick, he coated his own prick and curled his dry hand around one thigh, convincing his lover to lift it a bit more as the other leg curled around his waist, drawing him close. He pressed against the stretched entrance and pressed forward with a groan, eyes watching as Ichigo’s mouth fell open and a long, drawn out moan as he slid all the way in. Hissing at the tight heat around him, Kensei shuddered hard and waited for his mate to relax once more.
Ichigo moaned, rocking his hips and finding himself unable to move much due to the hand that was holding one leg up and the other that was clasped to his hip. Groaning, he looked up at Kensei and clamped down around the other’s cock in him, wanting him to move. The bigger male narrowed his eyes and pulled out before rocking forward once more, filling his lover and getting an appreciative sound.
Shifting so that his weight was on his knees, Kensei started to move in an even, teasing pace, building up his pace every three thrusts into the tight body. Ichigo was alternating between clawing at his mates shoulders and holding onto the pillows as he rocked and pressed and shoved back into the thrusts, sounds uninhibited and skin flushed with his pleasure.
Prying his hand from Ichigo’s hip, the older vizard curled it around the leaking prick pressed between them and lent over to kiss his mate as he stroked in time with his thrusting and moving. The keen and tightening body warned him that his mate was going to fall over the edge, prompting him to work faster and harder to draw him over that edge. Growling into the kiss, he shifted and made sure that with each thrust, he was sliding over the bundle of nerves that he had only been gently teasing.
Kensei groaned as the velvet tightness around him became a vice around him, feeling the slick come between them as he continued to move. He was quick to find his own pleasure deep in Ichigo, spilling and adding to the slick mess between them, a soft groan of pleasured happiness sounding in his ear. Panting and brushing his lips against the soft skin of the other’s neck, he caught his breath before sitting up and very carefully pulled free of his lover, smirking at the debauched look of Ichigo.
Chuckling, he stroked his hand up and down the sweat slicked thigh in comfort, dazed chocolate eyes fluttering open. “Let me start the shower, lover,” he husked, getting a sleepy hum. “Then I’ll make some dinner and you can rest on the couch while I spoil you.” The promise got a sweet smile on full lips, convincing him that dropping a light kiss on them was a good idea.
After the hot shower that revived Ichigo quite a bit, the younger Vizard took a light pain killer and pulled on one of Kensei’s house kimonos, wanting to be surrounded by his scent as much as possible. Settling on the couch with a blanket, Ichigo watched as Kensei cooked up an easy, light meal, the doors that lead out from the living room to the private garden opened to let in the air from outside, which had gone from pleasant to humid and heavy with a storm on the way.
“You do realize that if you try and leave me, I’ll cut your dick off right?” Ichigo warned, getting a smoldering look from his mate.
“Not going to leave you. I think your father would turn me into his personal play toy before giving me over to you to turn me into your personal sex toy,” Kensei chuckled softly, the two smiling slightly at each other. Ichigo hummed and slowly stretched, his lover admiring the way the stolen kimono sat on him before going back to making dinner.
Things didn’t really change much after that. They still got up, had breakfast that was usually made by Ichigo, ate lunch together and came home to have a quiet evening together with the occasional night out. But they added a few things, such as dates and sex whenever they could find a few minutes, if not a few hours. It was a year later that they finally held their wedding, everyone that they knew and cared about celebrating the fact that they were tied together for good.
Not that it was any different than before.
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