Title: Yaoi Drabbles

Fandom: Bleach

Rating: K+ to M. Warnings will be posted on each chapter if needed.

Description: My brain dump. Too many ideas, my cup runneth over! If some go well and are well received, I might make them extended into a one shot or full fic. Yaoi, up to M.

Disclaimer: Bleach is created and owned by Tite Kubo, I merely pay homage to characters and a story I love.


Jealousy

Pairing: Ikkaku x Yumichika

Warning: None Rating: T


Ever since Aizen had betrayed the Soul Society, ever since Yumichika had fought against Shuuhei, the damn man was over almost every day. It was driving Ikkaku crazy. He had no idea why Shuuhei specifically annoyed him while he could watch Yumichika get hit on all night at the bar, or go home with random people, or even relay some particularly lurid erotic encounter of his. Ikkaku wasn't gay, but hearing about it didn't bother him at all. He was...well a little intrigued by it honestly, but he couldn't quite get over the idea of looking at a cock and getting excited by it. He was surrounded by sweaty, smelly men all day, he didn't want more of that in the bedroom, he wanted something soft and enveloping.

Shuuhei, however, was making Ikkaku punch walls. Literally. He was standing next to two holes from previous days and thinking about installing another one.

He peaked around into the room and saw Yumichika leaning backward over the desk, Shuuhei pressing into him closely, Yumichika's face slightly flushed and his eyes gleaming. Shuuhei's face got closer to Yumichika's...and Ikkaku put another hole into the wall.

Yumichika rushed out. "What's wrong?" he asked his old friend.

"Bad news, we should go," Ikkaku didn't bother coming up with an elaborate lie, he just wanted Yumichika out of that room with that smug looking scar faced asshole.

Is it because he's the only one that has been even remotely powerful enough for me to consider a rival? Ikkaku wondered. I know that Yumichika wouldn't ever be with a pansy (for too long). Is it because of his rank? I could get that though. I'm stronger than him.

I'm comparing myself to him, Ikkaku thought. Why am I doing that?

He stopped and sighed, letting go of Yumichika's arm, which he had been unconsciously holding as he walked, urging Yumichika along with him.

"Yumichika, you're mine," Ikkaku said, not looking over at his friend, finally saying what had been weighing on him the last week or so.

There was a long silence.

"Not yet I'm not," Yumichika replied.

"What?" Ikkaku turned.

Yumichika wrapped his arms around Ikkaku.

"Yumi...I can't..."

Yumichika ignored him and kissed him, tenderly at first, but upon meeting no resistance, began to delve deeper, becoming more frenzied and more passionate. He pushed Ikkaku roughly into a nearby tree, pressing his entire body into him.

"Ah," Ikkaku panted as they briefly separated. "Yumi...don't..."

Yumichika still ignored him, pulling down Ikkaku's kimono to expose his chest and running his hands greedily over it, loving that he was finally getting to touch those hardened muscles in the way that he wanted. His hand went lower and he began to rub at Ikkaku's groin through his hakama as he kissed harshly at Ikkaku's collarbone and neck. He could feel Ikkaku frantically grabbing at his back, feel the strain in Ikkaku's neck as he stretched his head back to pant with his mouth wide open, looking into the sky.

Yumichika grabbed at the ties of Ikkaku's hakama and untied them at the same time as he lowered himself down. He started to pull at Ikkaku's fundoshi, desperate to see Ikkaku in all of his glory, to release what he felt straining there; leaning forward ready to pull him into his mouth.

"No," Ikkaku said, his hand firmly on Yumichika's shoulders.

Yumichika felt something deep inside of him crash. He had been waiting so long, and he had honestly hoped that he could just prove to Ikkaku that he could turn him on, that he could be better than any woman. He had hoped that pure lust would drive Ikkaku forward without thinking. Right now he didn't dare to raise his head, not wanting to see the looking of...what? Disapproval? Disgust? Would it be hate? He felt his own breath begin to choke him, his own heart beat threaten to overwhelm him.

Ikkaku pulled Yumichika up, running a hand along Yumichika's chin to force him to turn his face upward and meet his eyes.

He's trembling, Ikkaku realized. His eyes are so full of pain. Has that always been there but I never noticed?

Ikkaku pulled Yumichika forward and gently kissed him, and then pulled him to his chest in a tight embrace.

"Ikkaku?" Yumichika asked quietly after a couple of moments.

"I don't want to jump into it. I know I've been a slow starter, but I don't want it to be so fast," Ikkaku said. "But I promise I'll listen to what you have to say...and what you have to show me."

"I've always been yours," Yumichika admitted.

"Good."

The two starting walking back to the main Squad 11 building when Ikkaku remembered something important. "Oh yeah, and if I see that tattoo faced monkey touching you again I'm running him through with my zanpakuto."