Hot Glue Gun

"Whose stupid idea was it to put a Wood Work for Human Education Room," groaned the orange-haired in most disgust. Rukia guided him down the walkway to where the room was.

He entered to find Kenpachi going crazy over the power tools.

"Wait a minute I'm supposed to have five asses not one'" looking down at the piece of paper given to him by Yamamoto with names inscribed onto it.

"Where's Byakuya?"

"He got contact glue in his hair'" Kenpachi responded not looking up from the wood chipper.

"And Hitsuguya?"

"He was the one who put the glue in his hair"

"Ukitake?" he asked, with an increasing feeling of hopelessness.

"Writing the report. Those faggots, and I had to get stuck with the biggest one of them all, Strawberry."

"And I got stuck with the power crazed manly-man. Rukia? Rukia, where do you think you're going?"

"I have cooking now," She mumbled, not looking back and walking away from the two men.

"Rukia, you're seriously not leaving me with this crazy crack head are you?" almost begging.

"Have fun," she responded without looking back and walked through the doors.

Ichigo and Kenpachi in Wood Work; the though made his drop on both knees and he turned his head slightly to see in the corner of his eye Kenpachi wide-eyed with the power tools once again. His head hung like Christmas lights. He rose from the floor and graduated to the back where the hot glue guns were.

"WTF. What are we going to do with braid an a hot glue gun?" Kenpachi exclaimed not looking he touched tip of the gun and burnt his fingers.

"F**k."

"Oh come on Mr. Manly Man, it's only a small burn. That's right I almost forgot, you can't regenerate as fast as I, can you?" Ichigo said mockingly. Kenpachi looked up at the orange haired boy and scowled.

"You wanna prove that strawberry?" He growled.

"Err, I'm not really in the mood for a fight," This made the large scarred man laugh.

"I didn't mean a fight Kurosaki." He answered, stepping closer to the boy. Ichigo stepped back, tripping almost immediately on the lengths of wire that lay on the floor of the wood work room. Hands flew out as he fell to land in sticky liquid that was left from the Byakuya / Hitsugaya incident. The boy pulled his attention away from the insane gaze to where his hand had fallen. Easily he was maneuvered in firm grip and was pushed to spread onto the large desk. With fluid movement, his pants were pulled down and fair cheeks parted. Ichigo bit back a scream.

Hot metal burned into unwilling flesh, laying a path of damaged tissue as the glue gun was thrusted into virgin hole. Ichigo closed his eyes, body trembling in pain as he felt the scalding heat of glue filling his intestines.

"How does it feel?"

"I-it hurts," Ichigo choked, eyes closed, sweaty hands gripped the ends of the desk.

"How much? Does it make you wish you were dead?" He growled, twisting the gun to push it deeper.

"Yes," Ichigo gasped, his voice high and husky, "give me more." Kenpachi arched a brow in response but hw was never the one to turn down the opportunity to inflict pain. Kenpachi removed the glue gun, smelling the burning of flesh and blood and setting it aside, plunged his own body in.

The scream flooded though the Sereitei, giving several Taichos shivers. Kenpachi closed his eyes, grip tight on the small waist as hot fluid encased and burned into his anatomy. Ruthlessly Kenpachi thrust into the boy, eliciting cries of agony that mixed with pleasure, rhythm growing steadily and with a shivering thrust, released himself. Kenpachi chuckled softly.

"Best damn fuck I've had in a long time," He murmured, removing himself letting the body leak blood and seed. The boy turned around , pulling up his pants, eyes now yellow.

"Same here," was the husky response.