Colors of the Heart
A Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika Fan Fiction
WARNING: Yaoi (male x male love)
Madarame Ikkaku. He wanted nothing more in life than to be strong. He spent countless days and countless nights training vigorously so he could accomplish this goal. He had no interest in material possessions or in women. To him, training was his life, and his only material possession was his zanpakuto, Houzukimaru.
Ayasegawa Yumichika. His obsession with his beauty has led many to believe that he was pathetic and weak, but he is actually quite strong enough to hold his own in battle. In fact, he just didn't care that much about becoming stronger. Being beautiful was more important to him than anything in the world.
They wanted each other more than they would have liked. It didn't matter to them if they were both men. Much to their chagrin, it was more tasteful that way. Their personalities were drastically opposite and often clashed, but it seemed that was the main catalyst that led to their relationship.
They were confused as to when and how their fling began. They just knew that it would be difficult to break it off. As much as they would hate to admit it, they enjoyed it. Although the sex was great, Ikkaku enjoyed making his effeminate lover angry, because, according to him, the make-up sex was mind-blowing.
Ikkaku's firm, but gentle touch burned Yumichika's soul and made his body tremble and shiver. It was an absolute sin for Yumichika to enjoy Ikkaku's masterful hands, but his body said otherwise. At times, he would silently curse himself for being so easily pleasured. He would experience endless orgasms while Ikkaku would have no more than three.
Was his dominant attitude the reason? Yumichika never found out.
Ikkaku was a very different person when it came to sex. He was playfully rough, and he liked to lick and bite places that Yumichika would have never thought of. He made sure that he made Yumichika scream his name whenever they would make love, and he never left him dissatisfied. Their lovemaking was of a different kind, one that an ignorant person would be disgusted of. Since Yumichika was naturally submissive, he didn't mind if he was on his back, stomach, or knees; as long as it was for Ikkaku.
He would let him cum inside of him, too. Yumichika never thought it felt uncomfortable. In fact, he liked the way it felt. At times, when he was feeling playful, he would even suck on Ikkaku's cock to taste his white fluids. The taste was unique, and could not be described easily. Yumichika loved it, though.
Ikkaku loved to talk dirty. While he would thrust wildly into Yumichika, he would whisper things in his ear like, "I'll fuck you senseless," or "I'll cum all over you." It didn't matter to them how explicit he got because they would both end up satisfied in the end.
Yumichika would always be sore after they had sex. He was a rough rider, and Ikkaku would make it a point to grab his hips and have Yumichika grinding on top of him. The pleasure was immeasurable, and they would go at it for hours before they were completely worn out.
Their relationship was wrong. Two men should not be together the way they were. It was forbidden, wrong, immoral. They didn't care for the opinions of others. As long as they were both satisfied with what they got, they were happy.
It was the utmost sin. The greatest taboo. They didn't give a damn.
They just wanted each other.
A/N: DONE!!! READ AND REVIEW AND YOU GET A COOKIE!!
