A Different Life

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Warning: SMUT!! There is detailed fingering of the ass, a hand job, and a blow job. Don’t like, don’t read. Simple as that. There’s a reason that the rating is what it is.
Me: I don’t have a whole lot to say, except, enjoy!! It only took me three days to write….geez, I’m bored. Anyways, hope you enjoy. Oh, when the smut ends, I will write something to tell you that its done.

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Smirking, I watch Ichigo walk towards the clinic, while his friends promise to meet up with him and Xander later that night at Orihimes apartment.
Keeping my spirit energy concealed, I stalk Ichigo to the clinic. Jumping down from the tree I was in and landing next to Ichigo. I watch as he jumps just ever so slightly at my sudden appearance and then blink owlishly at me.
“Hey. What are you doing here?” he asks me as he continues to the door of the clinic.
“Everyone is at Uraharas to set up a place for Xander-san's friends to stay at. Seeing as Urahara and I have a way of getting into trouble, I was told to stay here for the time being,” I say as I watch him unlock the door. I walk far enough behind him to watch that pert ass sway, but not far enough away to make him suspicious.
“Friends? Which ones? And why are they coming here,” he asks, as he bends over slightly to remove his shoes to take to his room. I leer at his back, completely enjoying the view before I answer.
“Yeah. The ones known as Giles and Oz. Apparently something happened in Sunnydale and they need to leave. So they're coming here and most likely staying at Uraharas,” I say as I follow him to the stairs watching his ass swing back and forth slightly. He stops with one foot on the bottom stair and turns back to look at me.
“My father and sisters are with them right?” he asks, curiosity evident in his voice. I nod at that and he just blinks at me. Turning around he heads up the stairs.
“I’ll be down in a few minutes. I need to change,” floats back down after him. I make my decision, right there, before I even hear the soft ‘snick’ of his door closing behind him. Keeping my energy low enough so he can register it, but not track it and my footsteps light, I make my way to his room.
As soon as I reach his door, I open it and slip inside, closing it behind me so that it doesn’t make any sound. I notice that his shirt is unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders as he looks out the window with a rather dreamy, longing look upon his face.
Taking advantage of his distraction I walked up behind him, staring at all that creamy skin, just waiting, no begging me to taste, lick, and touch it. I smirk as I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in the crook where his neck and shoulder meet, feeling him jump and hear him ‘eep’ at the unexpected touch.
“Ken-Kenpachi-san? What are you doing,” he asks, his voice unsteady. I place a kiss on the spot that I had been smelling, flicking my tongue out to lightly taste his skin.
“Delicious,” I say, turning him around in my arms. I see that he is flushed, and if what I am feeling is correct, it is not entirely from embarrassment. I leer at him before I answer his question.
“I’m claiming you. No one else will have you like this. You are mine,” I say, moving so my lips are hovering just centimeters above his, watching as he shivers, his eyes becoming smoky from want and desire, his lips parting in a gasp. Not giving him time to say anything, I press my lips to his in a gentle kiss. Unlike what most people think I can do gentle, if I want to. And with Ichigo, I want to do gentle.
Just playing my lips over his, coaxing him into responding to me, I feel him clench at my jacket as I pull him closer. I start to memorize the way his lips feel against mine. The way they melt and follow my lead. How they are inexperienced, telling me he’s never kissed and making me feel smug about being his first kiss. How those lips are much softer than one would expect.
Moving one hand to his face, I pull back, caressing his cheek lightly, while my other arm tightens around his waist. I look at his face. The way his eyes are open slowly, stopping halfway, molten brown, full of desire and framed by thick lashes. The way the flush of arousal has deepened to an attractive rose color. How his lips are slightly swollen and a near crimson color from our kiss. I feel rather smug about being the only who has been able to do this to him and to see him like this. “Kenpachi, you’re not just playing with me, are you?” he asks in a small voice, showing me just how unsure he was in that one question. I cup his chin in my hand, my thumb gently brushing over his lower lip.
“Nah. This isn’t something I would joke about. I’m serious about this, Ichigo,” I tell him, staring him straight in the eye. He stares back at me for a few more moments before smiling that small, true smile I have only ever seen on Xander's face. He tilts his head up as he winds his arms around my neck in a clear demand for another kiss. I chuckle as I lower my head and walk him back towards his bed. My lips cover his just as he legs hit his bed. I lower both of us, not letting go of his lips. Settling in between his legs, encouraging them to part for me, I lick lightly at the seam of his lips, wanting to taste him.
Feeling Ichigo's lips open, I slid my tongue into his mouth, sliding it along his gums, teeth, and the roof of his mouth, making him moan and shiver. Moving just so, I have him lying on his back with his head resting on his pillows, even as I start to play with his tongue. After a few moments of making him suitably breathless I pull back. Feeling my hair fall down around my face, I notice that he some how got the bells off and my hair free. I smirk at him and the way arousal looks on him. I lean down until just the tips of our noses are touching.
“Ichigo,” I growl out as I push my aching hardness into his, making him let loose a gasping moan at the feeling. I do it again, feeling him arch up into me.
“Kenpachi. . .wait,” he says. I stop our grinding and look at him as he pants delicately. He looks at me and blushes. Biting his lip he says what I have been expecting. “I’m not ready to actually... well, you know... yet. I’m sorry,” he says in that shy, little voice. I smirk and lean down, brushing my lips against his.
“Don’t worry about it. I figured that you wouldn’t want to go that far yet. There are other things we could do if you want,” I say, pulling back to watch his face. He thinks as he nibbles on his lower lip. Finally coming to a decision, he nods his head. Smiling at him, I get up to my knees and remove my captains' jacket, placing it aside. Grabbing his hands, I pull him up so that he is straddling me even as I run my hands up his arms, towards his neck until my thumbs rest on the hollow of his neck. Then moving my hands down over his shoulders, feeling the creaminess of his skin, I push his shirt off.
His hands come up and tug on my top, pulling it free from my pants and pushing it off my shoulders. Letting him explore my chest, abs and what parts of my arms he could reach. I wrap my arms around him, stroking up his back, feeling the muscles bunch and release as I touch him. I feel him shudder at the touches and smile. Lowering my head to one shoulder, I lick it. Liking the mewl that I get in response I endeavor to make him call out some more. I lick, kiss, nip and touch my way across his shoulders, neck and collar bone, then down his chest. I find all of his hot spots. When I come across those tempting, blushing, rose colored nipples, I stop to play with them, enjoying the way those sensitive little nubs make him groan, moan and mewl even more. I hear him start to plea for more. Moving down, finding more hot spots, I head for the tempting indent just begging me to play with it. Dipping my tongue into his belly button, making him wiggle and let out a breathy, laughing moan, I undo his pants pulling them off. Sitting up on my knees again, I take the sight of him in: the way he is panting, his chest rising and falling in quick little bursts, the flush that seems to have taken up permanent residence on his face, the nips and hickeys that cover his neck and chest, proclaiming that he is taken and no one else can have him. I growl in satisfaction and see him shiver in response. I move my eyes farther down, past the still blushing red nipples, past the abs and little indent, down towards my goal. His hard, dusky rose-colored cock. I cup it in my hand, making Ichigo gasp out in wonderment. It’s about average in length, but a little wider than most. A perfect cock to suck, and when the time comes, a perfect seme cock. I move my hand slowly up him from the base, adding just a touch of pressure, smirking at the hitched breath and the rising hips.
“Ken-Ke-Kenpachi,” he draws out as I slip my hand down. Hearing him say my name like that made my cock give a little jump, reminding me for this to work, I still have to remove my own pants before I can do anything. Sliding off the bed, I loosen my belt and drop my pants, kicking them out of the way. I smirk as Ichigo looks at me, his eyes moving down my body. My smirk widens when his eyes land on my own cock, fully erect with the foreskin pulled back. I watch as he swallows hard as I stoke myself. I release myself to crawl up Ichigo's body, making him lie back again.
Lining our bodies up, I rub against him with a twist of my hips, making him gasp and arch again.
“Don’t worry, my chibi-strawberry. We’re not going
any further than what you want. But with clothes in the way it wouldn’t be the least bit pleasant, not to mention messy. This way, our clothes aren’t ruined. Now, do you trust me not to hurt you or do anything you don’t want me to do?” I ask him. He stares at me, once more nibbling his lip.
“Yes, I do. I trust you,” he says, wrapping his arms around my neck. I smile and lay down on him, making sure that my full weight wasn’t pressing on him so he could breathe. I brush my lips against his, before I take them in a deep, soul tingling kiss. I pull back again.
“Do you have lotion or slick,” I ask against his mouth. He nods, reaching for the drawer in his bed side table. I catch his hand and place it above his head with his other one. Reaching over, I open the drawer and shift around until my hand comes in contact with a bottle of unopened KY lube. I smirk and shift to lie next to him. I then turn him onto his side, facing away from me.
He peeks over his shoulder, trying to figure out what I am doing. I just smirk at him and break the seal around the cap. Popping the top, I squeeze some of the slick goop onto my fingers. Moving one hand around and under his waist, down to the cock that was hard and leaking, while my other hand goes down to trace his crack and the little pucker that I couldn’t wait to bury myself in.
Pressing myself close, I start to stroke his cock slowly while I press on that little fluttering pucker, teasing him into a puddle of flushed, aroused goo. I smirk, granted it is strained, as he writhes against me, clawing at the bed spread with one hand and holds onto my other wrist while I continue to play with that wonderful cock. I finally slide just the tip of my finger past that guardian muscle, making his eyes fly open and his hips push back, forcing my finger deeper inside of him. I slide my finger in the rest of the way in and just let it sit there, even as my other hand continues to move up and down Ichigo, occasionally playing with the head and the tight balls below.
Finally I move my finger out, oh so slowly, before I slide it back in, my hand on his cock mimicking the motion. I kiss the back of his neck, nipping lightly as I crook my fingers to find and rub up against that little bundle of nerves that forced a choked cry out of him. Even as he cries out, his back arches, his hips thrust back, forcing my finger to hit again, while his head lands on my shoulder.
“Ke-Ke-Ken-Kenpachi,” he screams, shuddering harshly as I work my finger and hand faster, making him yell even more. After a few more minutes of this, he stiffens, gives one last yell and comes, falling limp. I stroke his inner walls gently, calming him down from the intense high.
While he comes down from the orgasmic high, I bring my hand to my mouth and start to lick the cum off of it. Humming in delight, I lick up every bit of cum. Looking down I see that Ichigo is looking at me through slitted, glazed eyes. I smirk, placing my now clean hand on his hip, and removing my finger, I wrap that arm around his wait.
“Kenpachi,” he purrs arching his hips into my groin, “You haven’t come. We need to fix that,” he says, turning around in my arms and pushing my shoulder until I lay back. I smirk at him.
“So, what are you going to do about it,” I ask, smirking at
him. I watch as he straddles my hips, his ass resting on my cock, which rests in the crease oh so nicely. He smirks down at me and rotates his hips lightly, making me arch up and gasp. His smirk widens. Suddenly he moves, until he’s hovering above me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock.

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When I came home and found out that everyone went to Uraharas, except Kenpachi, I figured I would change, make a snack and some tea, and do homework while he looked bored. I certainly wasn’t expecting to be finger fucked into an orgasm more powerful than I have ever done to myself, then have a cock in my hand and planning on sucking it down my throat. I gave his cock a curious stroke and draw a moan out of him. I swallow my nervousness and lean down, licking the head of his cock quickly. I pause for a moment, just tasting the precum that I collected on my tongue. I decide I like the taste, which is slightly tangy with just a slight undertone of sweetness.
Leaning down, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the head. Going with instinct, I suckle gently, drawing a moan out of him. Gaining confidence and still going on instinct, I start to go down on him, taking that rather large cock into my mouth. Slowly working my way down, I draw more groans, moans and growls. Just as my jaw starts to ache after a few moments, I feel his hips start to raise, his cock to swell and his hands gently grab my hair. Feeling that he is close to coming, I pull back, take a deep breath, and do something I have only ever read about, go down until he is lodged deep in my throat and my nose is buried in the dark patch of curls around the base of his cock. I swallow around him and feel him start to cum. I pull back, swallowing quickly, tasting him for the first time. When he finishes, I pull back, licking the seed that coats my lips. He pulls me back and brushes his lips over mine.
“I wasn’t planning on you doing that. I was planning on getting you off, then grabbing a quick shower to take care of myself. You didn’t have to do that. Though I did enjoy it immensely,” he says, tucking me against his body, my head under his chin and his hair falling over his shoulder. I play with a strand as he nuzzles into my hair.
“I figured I could do something for you, since you did something for me. Kenpachi, this isn’t a one time thing right?” I ask him, needing to make sure that I wasn’t being used. I hear him chuckle into my hair.
“Can’t you feel how your spirit energy is now calm? I’ve been calling you for a while apparently,” he says. I pause to take stock and notice that my energy has evened out. I look up at him in curiosity. “What happened was that my energy was calling out to yours. . .” and so he explained the very odd courting practices of Shinigami.

After some time…
“Wow. Really, just wow. I wasn’t expecting that,” I say, my voice full of awe. I lay next to Kenpachi, my head propped up on my hand, with my feet in the air, while Kenpachi lays on his side, his head also propped up on his hand, looking at me, his other hand laying on my lower back.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you this stuff,” Kenpachi asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. I shake my head.
“Nope. No one ever volunteered the information and I never thought that I would need to know, so I never asked. I wasn’t ever really interested in relationships,” I reply, blushing slightly. Kenpachi chuckles, wrapping his arm around my waist again, he lies back and drapes me half on, half off his chest. Blinking in surprise for a moment, I then shrug and get comfortable. Looking at the clock I groan lightly.
“Xander and everyone should be back soon. We have to get up and take a shower,” I say reluctantly, curling even more into Kenpachi's side. Kenpachi runs a hand down my
side then back up, and grunts.
“Yeah, you're right. Shall we shower together,” Kenpachi asks, leering lightly down at me. Blushing once more, I look up at him and nod. Sliding out of bed, grabbing the sheet to cover my lower half, I get up and go to my closet. Opening the door to the closet I grab a pair of jeans that I know will end up looking like I had painted them on, and my favorite blue seriously oversized shirt. The shirt, when I put it on, would end around my knees and the sleeves around my knuckles. Looking over my shoulder, I see that Kenpachi is also gathering his clothes from the floor, only he hasn’t bothered to cover up. Running my eyes down his body, I rest on the cock, that even limp, was impressive. Blushing at what I had done earlier, I look back up to see Kenpachi smirking at me. Turning back around I grab a couple of towels for us.
“Come on, the bathroom is this way,” I say leading the way. Walking across the hall, I thank whoever was listening that no one was home. Walking into the bathroom, with Kenpachi following me, I close and lock the bathroom door behind us. Walking over to the sink, I place my clothes down. Turning towards the shower, I start the water, hearing Kenpachi walk around behind me. As I stand I feel him behind me and wrap his arms around my waist and bury his face in my neck like he did earlier. Tilting my head to the side, I let him remove the sheet from my waist and toss it behind us. Sighing in delight as he kisses that spot again, I open the shower stall and step in, very glad that when we redid the bathroom we put in such a large stall. Just letting him guide me how he wanted, I give into his demands. I let myself go and became his, completely. I gasped at the feeling of our spirit energy merging slightly. Not too much, but enough that I could feel him in my soul. A spot just there where I could run to if I ever needed to. He growls in pleasure, nipping at that spot, making me shiver again.
“This is true isn’t it?” I ask again as his hands run over my chest, neck and groin, not to arouse, but to clean. Grabbing the pouf, I put some of the minty body wash I received from Yuzu for my last birthday. He grabs it from my hand and turns me around, starting to wash me, starting with my neck.
“Yes. And with your final submission just then, you finished it. You became mine. When we finally make love, my strawberry, a mark will appear on your back, proclaiming you mine. The same will happen with me, but above my heart seeing as I’m the dominant one. Now, just because I’m the dominant one, doesn’t mean you have to listen to me. It just means I’m going to be extremely protective of you. I won’t try to rule your life. Understand?” he asks, moving down, washing my chest, groin and legs. I lean against the wall and nod my head. He smiles up at me and turns me around to clean the rest of me. When he runs the pouf over my entrance, a jolt of discomfort races up my spine, making me whimper. Stopping for a moment, he then squeezes the pouf, letting the soap run down my crack. I shiver and I hear him making comforting noises. Suddenly I feel a warm sensation spread over the muscles, soothing and healing me.
“What?” I ask.
“Shush. Don’t worry about it. It’s just some energy to help heal. And yes, all captains and lieutenants know how to heal very basic wounds,” he says, moving up my back with the pouf, the sensation stopping. He finishes washing my body and maneuvers me until I’m under the spray. Allowing the water to rinse off the soap, he grabs my vanilla scented shampoo and washes my hair.
After finishing with me, I do the same, washing first his body then, having him kneel for me, his hair.
After getting out and allowing him to dry me off, then drying himself off, we get dressed, making him chuckle at me.
“What?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

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I smile at him, something I seem to be doing quite a bit today, and scoop him up into my arms, one hand cupping his ass, the other around his waist.
“I’m just thinking you and your cousin have quite a bit in common. Including the way you both dress,” I say, kissing the end of his nose. His eyes cross at that action and he just blinks at me.
“Oh?” he asks. I nod in response.
“Oh, yeah. He walked out of here wearing a pair of pants just like these, except with holes in the knees and a giant shirt on. What I’m wondering is why I’ve never seen you in an outfit like this before,” I say, putting him down and walking downstairs. He doesn’t answer me until he has made us something to eat and drink, and we have settled onto the couch, him curled up into me.
“The reason why is because Xander and I both enjoy wearing giant shirts, but it does hold a lot of memories of doing so when we were younger, so we both started to wear shirts that were a bit tighter,” he says, nibbling on an apple slice. “It hurt less, I guess. When mom was alive she always gave the two of us giant sweaters with oversized collars. The type that hung around the neck and laid on your chest. She said that we looked absolutely adorable and that was why we received them, among other things. Then she died and no one could stand getting us those oversized sweaters, so we started to receive oversized shirts. After a few years those stopped too, and we started to wear tighter shirts. About four years ago it became too much for him to handle, all the memories, so he stopped visiting,” he says, picking up a piece of peach to nibble on next. I run one of my hands through his hair. I suddenly feel everyone’s energy coming down the street, including Uraharas, Tensei, and the two brats he keeps around.
“They're coming,” I say, nudging Ichigo. He looks up and nods, standing up and grabbing our clean plates. Going into the kitchen, we hear the front door open, and Xander's giggles.

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