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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: Don't Mess With a mate

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Kensei/Ichigo

Word Count: 4,784

For: Affy-chan

AN: This one was written as a way to get some anger out due to idiot family. And to thank my friend, Affy-chan, for being my sanity. *hugs her tightly* She has helped me so much in life and writing. And just about anything really. So now I wrote this for her and want to get it off of my list before I get back to posting mini-stories. Hope you all enjoy.
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Sighing as he sipped at is his tea, Ichigo felt his eyebrow twitch as the blonde smirked at him, red eyes trailing over his body once more. He idly wondered just why he was stuck dealing with Yylfordt Granz and his brother, Szayelappro Granz, while the other vizards were currently sparring with the rest of the leftover Arrancar. Shinji had called it hashing out the fine toothed details.
Ichigo had just said that they wanted to beat each other to a bloody pulp to get out the extra aggression before settling down and working on the treaty.
But the two brothers had decided to sit it out and keep Ichigo company, or so they said. The younger male had just given them a dark look before pouring tea, still healing fully from the war. No matter how good Orihime’s or Retsu’s abilities were, he still had to take time to allow his body to rebuild and resettle. But he really didn’t mind since he had come into a type of heat that had sent him to find a proper mate.
Kensei had ended up being that proper mate and six months later they were still settling into their sudden relationship.
So being around the two brothers and being eyed up like a piece of meat was putting him on edge, Kensei’s curiosity buzzing down their bond, questioning his unease. Sighing and sending the feeling of needing his mate close by, Ichigo placed his tea cup down and glared at Yylfordt leaned closer and purred softly.
“I’m surprised that you are still here in the Soul Society, Kurosaki-kun,” he hummed, red eyes glowing as Szayel watched in some amusement.
“I’m still healing. My father has arranged it so that I can do my schooling at home and stay here while I do so,” Ichigo stated coolly, narrowing his eyes at the blonde male. “That and there is still much to rebuild along with settle. We’re still babysitting Gin-san after all.” Not to mention Rose was currently stalking the poor man, much to the foxes worry.
It was highly amusing to the rest of the Vizards, who knew what the beautiful blonde was up to and just why he was stalking Gin.
“I’m still very surprised that you are here. After all, don’t you have a life outside of this place?” the arrancar purred, eyes dancing as Ichigo’s eyebrow twitched, brown eyes turning to the field where the Vizards and Arrancars were still sparring. “Truly, I would have thought you would have left as soon as you could have. As it is, Aizen had told us that you would lose your powers when you two went head to head, so imagine our surprise when you kept them.”
Ichigo gazed at Yylfordt with a steady gaze, surprisingly delicate eyebrow arching upwards as a slow smile slid over Ichigo’s lips. “Aizen thought that he knew everything but truly he didn’t. He didn’t know a thing about Vizards and that was his downfall,” he stated, watching as the blonde bit the corner of his lip and his eyes darkened. Feeling uneasy with the rising lust that radiated from the Arrancar, he once more looked to the sparring grounds, watching as his larger partner headed towards them, kosode falling open to expose a good bit of his chest, brand new taichos haori fluttering around him as he slid his zanpakuto back into it’s sheath.
“Now that is a man,” Szayel mused, making Ichigo roll his eyes before narrowing them when Yylfordt grabbed his hand and held it between the two of his.
“Please let go of me,” Ichigo stated, voice flat and dark, making the Fraccion smirk. “Really, you want to let go of me,” he warned.
“Why is that?” Yylfordt drawled, moving to stand and tug the beautiful male up from where he was sitting down to pull him into a portal to head to Hueco Mundo with his prize.
“Because my mate knows that you’re after me and he’s about to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” The words were bored as they were stated, Yylfordt staring at him with wide eyes before whipping to look at the now pissed off and growling Kensei as he stalked towards him.
“Fuck,” Yylfordt breathed, letting go of Ichigo and quickly dodging from the punch that had been aimed at his head by a pissed off Kensei.
Ichigo sighed and settled back into his seat as Kensei roared, the sound augmented by his very pissed off hollow, and poured a bit more tea into his cup, looking to Szayel. “Do you really not smell or feel that I am mated and to a very powerful Vizard?” he asked, tilted his head to the side.
Szayel shook his head. “No. We thought that you were just here to deal with us and the rest of the Vizards. We did not know that you had claimed a mate,” he said, leaning his elbows on the table, tea cup between his hands. “Truly, if I had known I would have stopped my foolish little brother,” he promised as Yylfordt dashed past them and the arriving Yamamoto.
“What has happened?” Yamamoto asked, watching as a pissed off Kensei dashed after the blonde male, eyes narrowed.
“Yylfordt decided that he wanted to have me as his own,” Ichigo stated, shrugging with an amused smile dancing on his lips. “Kensei took offense to that.”
Yamamoto hummed and sat on one of the ground pillows with a grunt, nodding his head to the tea pot. “Is there enough for an old man to enjoy with his grandson?” he asked, laying his cane across his lap.
Ichigo just smiled and picked up another cup, placing it before Yamamoto and pouring the tea. “Of course,” he chirped, chuckling softly when the sou-taicho watched Kensei finally land a hard kick to Yylfordt’s middle, sending him tumbling back several dozen feet.
“Please try to keep the blood contained, Murguma-taicho. We do not wish to make too much work for those who clean after all,” Yamamoto called out as he picked up his tea cup and sipped at the sweet tea that Ichigo favored when he was entertaining or dealing with guests. “Rosehips and hibiscus again?” he asked, sounding vaguely amused as he sipped the tea.
“Be glad that I love you enough to actually conspire with Unohana-san to shove good tea down your throat whenever we get together,” Ichigo drawled, sipping his tea as the servant that his grandfather had assigned to him came out with a fresh pot of tea, taking the drained one with a bow.
“Yes, I suppose I can be indulgent for you,” Yamamoto drawled, drinking his tea without any complaints knowing that he had a lot to make up for seeing as it had been his orders that had sent his warriors out after Ichigo and his friends when they had come to save Rukia from Aizen’s manipulations. But he didn’t mind in the least bit, enjoying the time spent with his eldest grandchild. “Your mate is rather good at keeping the blood in a small area,” he mused, eyes taking the fact that Kensei had apparently ripped off Yylfordt’s arm and was...actually beating him with it. “Well.”
“He got that little trick from Yachiru, I bet,” Ichigo snorted, looking over and shaking his head. “She has a thing for ripping the arms off of hollows and using them to beat them into submission. It’s highly amusing how the tend to start running around, squealing before someone puts them out of their misery,” he continued.
“I see you have a rather morbid sense of humor,” Yamamoto drawled, shaking his head and smiling softly as Ichigo shrugged.
“Not so much morbid, but I have to find amusement wherever I can now days,” Ichigo hummed. “I have a drier sense of humor really but it’s been expanded somewhat by Kensei.”
“That is good,” Yamamoto hummed, looking over at the now unconscious Arrancar and the growling Kensei. “Please, go and calm your mate down. And do not forget the wardings,” he drawled, getting an amused look from his grandson.
Ichigo stood up and smoothed his hand down the front of the day kimono that he was wearing before he strolled off, Kensei looking away from the unconscious Arrancar and towards his mate. “Come on, Kensei, we need to head on out,” he called out, chuckling when he suddenly had his mate plastered against his back and walking in time with him towards their home.
Once inside, Ichigo closed and locked the door behind them, Kensei staying plastered to him through it all, much to his amusement. Sighing and kicking off his shoes, Ichigo got his lover to pull off his shoes with a few pokes and prods, turning around in his grasp with a sigh.
“Come on. Come lay with me, mate,” Ichigo cooed, nosing into Kensei’s neck, purring softly in pleasure at the heady scent of wind and strength and male that was his mate’s scent.
Kensei groaned and reached down, grasping his ass and hefting him up into his arms, Ichigo wrapping his legs tight around his mate’s waist, groaning softly in need. He groaned when his smaller mate rubbed against him, already mostly hard from being so close to him on the way home. Pinning him against the wall, the silver haired man dipped his head down and nipped at soft lips, getting a soft moan as Ichigo rubbed against him, purring softly in need.
“Ichigo,” Kensei groaned, feeling the comfort that rolled through their bond before sending back his own comfort. He knew his young mate hated being touched by those who weren’t close to him, so to have had Yylfordt touch his hand and try to take him away had been unsettling.
Kensei was happy to provide that comfort for him. Hitching Ichigo up a bit more, he lapped at the soft lips of his mate and coaxed his surprisingly shy mate into responding to the kiss. Even though it had been nearly eight months since they had first mated, Ichigo was still very innocent in so many ways.
Moaning, Kensei pulled away from the wall, holding his Ichigo to him tightly and heading back into the bedroom, nibbling and licking at the lips under his as his mate mewled and moaned sweetly, clinging to him tightly. One hand stayed on a lean hip as the other stroked up from the curve of Ichigo’s ass up to his shoulders before trailing downwards again.
Ichigo whined and pressed into his touch, panting into the kiss, tongue coming out to shyly slide against Kensei’s, noting that they were in their bedroom and his lover was sliding their door shut firmly. He could feel the wards activate, making him shiver slightly as he moaned into the kiss once more, sucking on the invading tongue, twisting his own around it. Kensei growled softly and squeezed his hip hard, making him melt and moan, having a feeling that in the end he would end up with several delightful new bruises.
And Unohana would kill him during his check up but it was so very worth it.
Moaning softly as he was laid back onto the bed, Ichigo whined and opened his eyes when Kensei pulled away with a smirk dancing on his lips. “Don’t worry, lover, you’ll get more soon,” the silver haired male promised, rubbing at the swollen bottom lip with a chuckle, licking his own lips.
Sitting up on his knees, he ran his eyes over the lean body before him, hands stroking over the skin that was exposed to him through the kimono front, pushing the two sides apart to get at more skin. Purring happily, he stroked his fingers along the other’s knee and down the front of his calf, watching as the long leg jerk, drawing a soft laugh from his mate, making him smile at the happy sound. With a firmer touch, he drew the other’s foot up and pressed his thumb into the ball of it, humming when he got a soft sound of pleasure from Ichigo.
“I do enjoy the sounds you make for me, my little mate,” Kensei chuckled, smirking down at the other man as his hands moved up the long leg, teasing and sliding over strong muscles. “And I love having you spread out before me, wanting to be taken and made to scream my name just like that first night and every night since.”
Ichigo made a soft, strangled sound of pleasure when Kensei’s calloused hand stroked over the back of his thigh, teasing just inside. Arching, he shuddered and shifted under his mate, legs spreading and giving Kensei all the access to his body that he wanted. The larger male smirked and shifted, sliding his hands up both legs instead of just teasing one, pushing the kimono open and reaching for the belt to loosen it even more.
“I am going to enjoy making you scream and moan for me,” Kensei growled, already seeing a slight bruise rising up on the soft skin from where he had gripped hard earlier.
“Kensei,” Ichigo whined, shifting around on the bed and biting at his bottom lip, watching his mate with dark, needy eyes.
“Say my name again,” Kensei purred, coaxing one leg up to brush his lips against the delicate ankle. Nipping at the skin, he trailed nipping kisses up the long leg, stopping once or twice to lay a new hickey onto the skin that teased him.
Ichigo could only press into the touches and kisses and nips at his skin, already falling under the seductive knowledge of his mate. He basked in the fact that his mate was taking his sweet time with him, teasing every spot that he knew to drive him made with need, drawing out whines and shudders from him easily. He squeaked when Kensei let his legs fall to either side of the larger man’s hips and pulled him up into his lap, hands sliding over his skin and pushing the kimono down off of his shoulders. Placing his hands on Kensei’s shoulders, he sighed happily as his mate tossed the kimono down onto the floor and stroked his own hands over his body, once more teasing him with touches full of promise.
“Kensei, please,” Ichigo breathed, brushing his lips against Kensei’s neck before gently nipping at his pulsepoint, getting a growl and a large body pressing him down into the bedding. Kensei rolled his hips into Ichigo’s as he settled between the long legs, drawing a sound of surprised pleasure as those long legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him further into the cradle they created.
Growling, Kensei rocked his hips once more, hands coming down to the hips that came up to meet his own, directing the way they rolled and pressed, fingers working the fudoshi loose. Once he got the cloth loose, he pulled it free from between them, groaning at the fact that his lover blushed so prettily for him, knowing that he was in a much more precarious position with Kensei still dressed.
“Kensei...you’re still dressed,” Ichigo breathed out, wiggling under his lover and getting a smirk from the elder Vizard.
“You want me to undress do you?” Kensei purred, sliding his hands over Ichigo’s thighs, his uniform brushing over skin in a teasing manner, drawing small shivers from him.
“Yes. Because I was hoping to keep you in bed for the rest of the day,” Ichigo admitted, voice breathless as Kensei’s hand came temptingly close to his hard length.
“That sounds like a good idea to me,” Kensei drawled, pulling away from the breathless Ichigo, fingers sliding over the soft skin as he stood and shed his haori. He would pick up his clothes later, when he didn’t have a mate who was wiggling up the bed to come to rest against the pillows and headboard. Running his eyes from the top of his mates head, taking in his soft hair that was going to end up much messier than it was at the moment, down to the lean feet that he knew were strong, he stripped out of his uniform and fudoshi, leaving him nude. Ichigo moaned softly and ran his own eyes over his lovers body, shifting in anticipation and slight embarrassment of his own.
Where he was lean and lightly muscled, Kensei was larger, muscles defined and shifting with every movement of his body. Ichigo hummed softly as his eyes trailed over the tattoo that sat on abs and scars that curved over hip and around ribs, just a few and just enough to heat Ichigo’s blood and make him turn into a wanton whore for his lover. The larger male smirked as his mate moaned softly and went limp on the bed, his prick twitching and bobbing slightly.
“Kensei,” Ichigo whined as his large mate crawled onto the bed, smirking and pushing his legs apart to settle between them on his knees.
“Shush, lover, I know what you need,” Kensei growled as he reached under the pillows that surrounded his lover, finding the bottle and dropping it down next to him for easy access. Leaning over Ichigo, he stole a quick kiss, tongue darting in to taste his mates sweetness before he pulled back and moved to a nipple that called him to tease it. Nipping at the bud, he groaned when it obediently hardened under his attentions, sucking it gently and purring contently when he got a soft sigh of pleasure. Placing his hands on lean hips, he pulled away from the nipple and smirked down at Ichigo, watching brown eyes widen as what was about to happen dawned on his mate.
He had only done it a few times, including the first time that he had claimed his pretty mate. Shifting, he flipped Ichigo onto his hands and knees, smoothing a hand up his back and coaxing him to rest his chest against the bedding. Humming quietly in pleasure at seeing his mate settle into a comfortable position, he reached up and grabbed a pillow, putting it under the lean hips, helping him stay in a comfortable position.
“Alright?” he asked, smoothing his hand over the back of Ichigo’s thighs, getting a low sigh and feeling his mate’s body relax under him.
“Yes,” Ichigo whimpered, smiling when Kensei pressed a kiss to his back before sitting back on his knees.
Kensei chuckled lowly and licked his lips, loving the spread of soft pale skin that was before him, taking it in as he watched a flush of pink spread over soft skin. “I shall enjoy this quite a bit,” he promised, reaching out to grasp the toned ass of his mate and spread the cheeks enough to expose the hole that he would have loved to be buried in if he hadn’t had plans for it already. Smirking, he shuffled so that he could bend just enough to blow a puff of air onto the ring of muscles, watching them twitch and hearing a breathy moan escape from Ichigo. Brushing his thumb over the ring,, he purred when it squeezed and twitched again before lowering his head and brushing just the tip of his tongue over the ring.
Kensei chuckled at the soft squeak and the way his mates body shivered under him, doing it again. He teased the hole with his thumb and tongue, feeling Ichigo melt under the attention, the muscles relaxing enough for him to slip the tip of his tongue inwards. He moaned at the fact that his mate tasted clean and fresh, pressing his tongue inwards further, lapping at the walls that twitched with each flick of his tongue. The breathy way his name rolled off of Ichigo’s tongue and the way he was pushing back into the thrusts of his tongue drew out a growl from Kensei, nipping at the muscles gently.
“Fuck,” Ichigo cried out, shuddering hard as his toes curled in need, a whine escaping him as he watched Kensei reach for the oil and slick his fingers, rubbing them together. He shuddered and pressed back against the still moving tongue, legs sliding a bit more apart as his ass raised upwards in invitation. He was still surprised that he was so easily turned into a wanton slut for his mate, but that tongue knew how to stroke into his body just right to set his nerves on fire.
Pulling away, Kensei slowly licked his lips and smirked at the fact that he had reduced his mate to trembling and mewling into the pillow under his head, body flushed. Humming softly, he stroked the relaxed hole with his slicked fingers for a moment, until Ichigo started twitching his hips in time with his movements. Smirking down at him, Kensei pressed one long finger into the tight body, loving the soft sigh that was always the same when they came together and he pressed the first finger inwards. Pressing a kiss to his mate’s tailbone, he worked the finger in and out, coaxing the muscles to relax and open for him, smiling when they did after a few slick slides of his finger.
“You’re getting better at just relaxing for me, little one,” Kensei rumbled, Ichigo burying his face in the pillow as he blushed brightly, hips pressing into the finger that was sliding back out. “So very good.” Pressing the finger back in, he added a second and used his other hand to once more grab the bottle, popping the top and pouring a bit more of the oil over the twitching muscles and his rocking fingers. “That’s it, just relax and enjoy what I’m doing.”
Ichigo whined softly and pressed back hard into the fingers, eyes rolling back as he was stretched, the burn adding a spice to his pleasure as he twitched and relaxed in turns. Kensei chuckled softly above him, a lovely heat that surrounded him as his reitsu started to dance over his skin, his own coming to meet and wrap around his mates. Mewling, he pressed back, wanting something more than the soft touches that he was getting, the slow and steady thrusts of calloused fingers not quite enough for him.
“Kensei, more, please,” Ichigo whined, looking over his shoulders, shuddering when Kensei just smirked down at him. He must have felt what he wanted, thrusting the third finger into the welcoming heat and drawing a near scream from Ichigo, the sound nothing but pleasured delight as the lean body rocked back into him with a grunt.
“Ah, so that’s what you need this night,” Kensei hummed, working the three fingers in and out quickly, spreading them when he felt the need to, letting his instincts have free run. All Ichigo do was mewl and rock with every thrust inwards, clawing at the bedding and feeling fire run through his system that he knew that could only be satisfied by his mate taking him once more.
Pulling his fingers free, getting a soft whine, Kensei chuckled as he used the oil still in hand to slick his cock, spreading it over himself evenly. Shifting so that he could drape himself over his lovers back, he pressed a kiss to Ichigo’s neck as he grasped the base of his cock and pressed it against the stretched entrance. Placing both hands on his lover’s hips, he smirked at the protesting sound that he got when he didn’t push forward, making his claim once more. Allowing him to wiggle and try to break his hold, reitsu sliding around and together, mingling, he waited until the body went limp once more, smirking heavily.
As soon as his lover was limp and keening for more, Kensei thrust forward, sliding deep into his mates heat, watching as Ichigo’s head tossed back and he keened loud and long. Groaning, he came to a stop the moment that he was as far as he could get into his mate, grasping the lean hips tightly and bringing up bruises on the fair skin. Leaning over his mate’s back, he waited for Ichigo to relax once more, feeling the muscles twitch and squeeze around his hard cock, drawing low purrs and groans from him, Ichigo returning them with his own sounds.
Pulling back slowly, Kensei growled happily when the body around him tightened and Ichigo whined, before rocking back inwards, hard, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the air around them. His smaller mate clung to the bedding as he rocked hard backwards into the pounding thrusts as Kensei started up a hard rhythm in and out of his body. He could feel the burn of not quite being stretched enough but didn’t care, loving it, loving the way his mate was letting go and just allowing his instincts to rule their encounter. He felt as if he was melting, his own hard length rubbing against the pillow, adding to his pleasure that was curling tightly low in his groin. He was clinging to the bedsheets, unable to do anything more than take the thrusts into his body, welcoming each one as he cried out in need. Kensei shifted and growled as he stroked over his sweet spot with the next hard thrust into him, forcing a scream of need.
Kensei groaned and continued his pounding movements, making sure that he hit that spot with every thrust inwards, biting his bottom lip as he felt his mate tense and shudder, heading for his climax. “Come on, baby, I can feel ya on that edge,” he groaned, sitting up on his knees to get the best position, throwing his weight into each thrust, holding his mate in place as Ichigo tensed.
Crying out as he came, Ichigo shuddered hard and long as the continued rocks into his body drew out his climax, eyes fluttering shut as he bit at his bottom lip, spilling over the pillow under him. Kensei growled loudly and followed after, pressing as far in as he could as he spilled into his lovers body.
Nuzzling into the soft skin of his mate’s neck, Kensei sighed softly as Ichigo went limp under him with a soft sigh. Smiling at the fact that his lover was content and limp, he pulled free of the sweet body, getting another sigh from Ichigo, and watched his come slip from the used entrance. He hummed and used two fingers to rub the sticky wetness into his mate’s skin before standing up as Ichigo shifting with a whine.
“Let me get run a bath and then we’ll relax in it,” Kensei promised, getting a dazed smile from Ichigo as he was moved to lay on his side. Tossing the wet pillow onto the hamper with a note to stick it in the washer later, the large male walked into the bathroom, feeling his mate’s eyes follow his every movement. Running the hot water and making sure that the specialized oils were in it, he checked on the towels and decided to check on the amount of candles that they had when the lights flickered slightly.
“I had hoped they had fixed that,” Ichigo hummed from where he was slowly stretching his body, groaning happily at the feeling of being well used.
“We live in an area that was last on the tweaking list, mate,” Kensei chuckled as he came back out, pillar candles in hand along with matches. “They will fix it soon but until then we have candles.”
“Which is good,” Ichigo sighed as he blinked in the sudden darkness, Kensei snorting. Putting the candles down, he walked over to the window and opened the blinds, allowing light to come through the windows and checking the sky.
He grunted. “Doesn’t help that a storm is coming in,” he said, moving over to pick up his lover, making him squeak and wrap his arms around the his lover’s neck, glowering at the other man.
“I suggest you pull out the thick blankets then. Without power, there is no heater. We’re sleeping in the living room with the fireplace to,” Ichigo drawled, Kensei snorting and stepping into the tub, sinking down into the water and both men moaning at the heat.
“Good thing I have lots of wood. Just means I can ravish you in front of a fire place,” Kensei teased, loving the way his mate blushed brightly and sank lower into the water.
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