It was nearly sundown and Ayasegawa Yumichika couldn't help but sigh at the beauty of his surroundings. There he lay in the grass watching the bright mixture of pink and orange of the sunset while his best friend sat beside him fiddling with a cloth and his sword. He could feel the soft breeze dancing through his hair and watched the way the hell butterfly play in reaction to it. This level of radiance emitting in front of his eyes always got him in a good mood, but he couldn't help but feel a cold shiver run through him. It was a feeling of warning like something bad might happen if he left this spot no matter how much time would pass. Since his split with Ikkaku it seemed this feeling just wouldn't shake away from him, it happened every time he would think about returning home.
Many years ago when they had first begun their romance Yumichika could never even fathom the bald man straying from him. Well that was until the whiney little bitch lieutenant from the third division showed up with his crying eyes and his broken heart and Ikkaku once again felt the need to save some one. To Yumichika Ikkaku's captain-save-a-hoe attitude came from the many years he spent protecting his mother before she died. He himself couldn't deny that when they'd met he did need saving, he'd been on his last dollar and it was snowing so he couldn't be bothered to actually try to make money. Ikkaku just did it for him. At first Ikkaku had attempted to shield himself from Yumichika's prowess, stating he wasn't into that kind of thing but over years he broke him down impeccably. Looking back he realized that he should have waited to sleep with someone because if he did then he could say that Ikkaku had been his first. But he wasn't, it was special really, loosing your cherry by your captain hell Kenny was special to him. Yumichika felt himself recalling the light touches and guilt the violent man felt for hurting him, Kenny had always been so sweet in bed, so unlike himself outside. That's probably why he planted those seeds in Kenny's head about the former captain of the 11th, after all how could you be the strongest without having beat the one that held the title? But then again maybe if he hadn't manipulated his boys into going to the Gotei 13 then he wouldn't be in the situation he was in now.
Yumichika could bitch and moan for days about how he wanted Ikkaku back in his bed but it would be pointless. Seeing as it was his fault that Izuru was with him in the first place. That too had been a product of his ingenious manipulations, but seeing as Yumichika had been feigning for the blondes boyfriend at the time who could blame him? Every time Hisagi Shuhei was around Yumichika felt these tiny little butterflies in his heart, he sometimes didn't speak in fear that he would say something dumb. He remembered how Shuhei used to be so shy, how his tattooed cheeks would flush pink at his secret sneak kisses, and also how prettily he squirmed away at his advances in fear that Izuru would find out what they were doing. Yumichika knew he loved Shuhei since the moment he saw him sitting sheepishly in some dingy corner at Renji's birthday party. That was the night he'd first seen the beautiful man's smile, he could feel his stare and when their eyes met it was like fireworks went off in his head. After all, how could you not fall madly in love with someone who was almost as beautiful as yourself?
"Hey Yumi" a voice sounded beside him. "You okay?" Yumichika blinked in confusion and looked around to see that the sunset was almost black, he'd let his mind wander far too long. He wondered how long Ikkaku had been standing looking down at him as he gave him a sad smile.
"Fine Ikka" he searched his mind in an attempt to lighten the dimmed mood and looked away. "So how's your bitch?" he asked with distaste. For a moment he felt the air around him stale then an unnoticed piece of hair was brushed away from his face by a calloused finger and he felt a light touch trail down his ear. He couldn't help but grin at the goofy smile that Ikkaku gave him.
"He's….Kira" he replied with a gentle tone.
"Ah such a sophisticated answer, have you been reading lately Ikkaku-san?" Suddenly Yumichika squealed (a very manly squeal) as he was lifted into the air from where he lay into a powerful grip. "Down boy" he demanded and pretended to put up a good fight. In reality he loved it when Ikkaku touched him like this. It was rough, controlling, a mix of love and hate in only the way Ikkaku knew how. "Ikkaku Madarame if you do not cease this brutishness I'll have to-"
"I thought you said I could always hold ya" Ikkaku smirked as he nuzzled his nose against Yumichika's cheek. Well that did it, Yumichika thought as he melted into the embrace and looped his arms around the bigger man's neck. He huffed and lay his head against the solid chest, as he breathed in the scent he couldn't help but shutter at the closeness. They hadn't been this close since Ikkaku had taken him against a tree during one of their occasional heated spars. Yumichika remembered the day fondly, Izuru had been mad at him for something and he said he needed to release some energy. And that was what he did. But the next day Ikkaku had felt so guilty that he sprinkled Kira with every type of makeup gift that was invented by man. The gifts would have worked on Yumichika but Kira, the idiot smut boy that he was, was only happy about the attention he was given and forgave him about the stupid argument. So after that Kira had gone on being none the smarter about Ikkaku and Yumichika's little tryst and Ikkaku had vowed to Yumichika that he would never do it again. And they didn't, but that's not to say that Yumichika hadn't mercilessly teased him about it. Soon he would find himself receiving 'please don't say anything' gifts as well as an unsaid restraining order, he'd been ordered never to come within 50 ft of the beady eyed blond but he really didn't mind. Just as long as Ikkaku knew that he was still wrapped around his little finger and would be called on whenever he felt the need. Of course he'd excepted, who wouldn't? Yumichika was, well Yumichika, enough said. Ikkaku bounced the light weight in his arms and turned to walk toward their rooms. That was when Yumichika had begun to renew his fight, he honestly didn't want anyone to see him being carried like a princess back to his room. Ikkaku just laughed and held tighter as he clumsily walked. Yumichika pulled back a fist and punched the bald man square in the nose before hopping away and flash stepped away from the hands that swatted after him. He could see blood running down his lips but Ikkaku didn't seem to mind as he moved his body and got ready to pounce. Yumichika simply side stepped him and smacked the back of his head.
"To much sake lately huh Ikka-kun" he crooned.
"Im gonna-"
"Ah ah ah, look at the time Baldy! Izy will wonder where you've been and I'll soon be in trouble by the angry wrath of the sad baka! Run Ikka!" Yumichika teased before shunpoing home. His laugh filled the air as he head Ikkaku yell 'bitch' and head toward Izuru's quarters. So predictable.
After a long awaited hot shower Yumichika felt as wonderful as ever. As he waited for Shuhei to come home he went around the room and attempted to make himself look even better for a man who would just swear there was no way to do so. Yumichika knew he was magnificent but he loved it when Shuhei told him so, it was the greatest feeling, next to Fuji of course. He heard the door close and with a quick last look in the mirror he hurriedly left the bathroom to greet the object of his affections. As he sprung into the arms of the man he shined a brilliant smile into the needy kiss.
"Mmm, I missed you so much Shu-Shu" he murmured as he felt strong arms encircle his waist and pull him close.
"Well hello beautiful" the tattooed man said in the most lovely of sexy voices. Yumichika felt his heart twinge, he loved compliments, especially when they were in that voice. The 'let's fuck' voice he'd come to love so much. Yumichika kissed the tired man once more before moving him to sit down on the futon. As Shuhei sat he seemed to beam from the tender attention as he was disrobed.
"I see you have missed me too" Yumichika stated as he rubbed the bulge of the other man. He kissed a line from the tattooed cheek down his neck to his belly button as he made his hands busy with the undergarments.
"Mhm" Yumichika really didn't know how else to show his undying affections for the lieutenant. He wanted to be the center of his world and fuck any memory of that blond bitch right out of his head. He felt Shuhei lay back with a groan and thread his fingers through his own dark hair under the treatment. Yumichika swallowed the larger length down to the hilt and moaned in his own excitement.
Shuhei had no choice but to thrust up in an attempt to create more friction. It was inevitable, Yumichika's mouth was like a hot furnace and he couldn't get enough. Yumichika's laugh sent chill's up the mans body, he could feel the cool hands on his hips holding him down and he wanted nothing more to fuck the sweet mouth into oblivion. Yumichika always had that effect on him, it was mind numbing to feel that someone could completely unravel everything inside of him in a single movement. But of course that's what Yumichika did, he conquered everything he set his mind to and made you feel like you were the only thing that ever existed. Like this was the reason you were alive, to service his every will. Shuhei couldn't help but still feel that way even as Yumichika knelt there in such a submissive position. "Ah, Yumi" he groaned as he felt himself melt away from the stress of today's workload. His voice filled the room as he felt himself near completion under the expert mouth of the fifth seat. Shuhei put his hands through his lovers hair and tugged to pull it up gently. This would usually get him an earful but seeing the heated look in his eyes when he walked into the room he knew it would be okay, for now. Shuhei pulled Yumichika up to him and tore the elegant kimono from the flawless skin. As he brought him close he took in the scent of the siren on top of him and nearly gasped as he felt the raven haired beauty lower himself onto his sizable erection. "Prepared I see" he breathed as he felt himself become buried into the tight hole. The look in his eyes, slow arched bouncing, grip on his shoulders, it was all enough to make him bust right then.
"I was thinking about you all day" the smaller man purred. Yumichika released a chocked sob as he felt Shuhei's hand encircle his hard on and thrust up quickly into him. His calm died and he began to move quickly as his movements were met with force from below him. His moans and muffled words as he began to wonder who was fucking who, soon after that he couldn't remember how to think. Yumichika looked down at Shuhei who seemed positively ecstatic at the show above. He met every movement with a thrust and began to pound upwards, the sight of Yumichika go wild was something special and rarely seen outside the bedroom. The feral screams and claws digging into his shoulders was good reasoning to give him something to yell about. Yumichika didn't want this moment to end, he rode until they both cried out in pleasure. He collapsed against the dirtied chest and relaxed, he'd nearly fell asleep listening to the heartbeat below him. That was until a bothersome knocking came at the door.
Izuru Kira got home with a sigh of relief. He'd been anxious all day to see Ikkaku and simply lay down and enjoy his company. Izuru started feeling this the moment he saw Ikkaku walking with his best friend at lunch. He couldn't help the jealousy he felt, Yumichika had been everything to Ikkaku. Sometimes Izuru still felt like he was just a replacement and that he would be easily discarded when Yumichika decided that he was done with Shuhei and wanted Ikkaku back. When it happened he promised himself that he wouldn't be surprised, it was truth. But that didn't mean he couldn't try to keep him for as long as he could. He smiled when he heard a certain ogre step out of his shower and make his way to him. Izuru couldn't help the blush as the man stepped out in nothing but a flimsey towel.
"Heeeey Izzy" Ikkaku said as he noticed the blonde. Smiling, he pulled his lover into a bear hug. He was glad to feel the boy melt into his embrace. He continued on with getting his things together and put on some decent clothes as Kira went on about his day. As he half listened to the conversation his mind flittered through his memories and he thought of what he'd be doing if he were in Yumichika's room. One of those days that he was lounging on Yumichika's futon waiting for him to come home from his calligraphy sessions with the captains. It always amazed him how intelligent Yumichika was, how cunning and adaptive. He loved the look in his eyes when he would strip and talk about his day. It never dawned on Ikkaku until now but Yumichika was a bit of a sex fanatic. Pretty much ever since he'd come back from loosing his virginity to that guy after Ikkaku fought Zaraki. He'd been so happy they'd forgot about being mad at each other and two days later Ikkaku had him spread wide on some random floor of the Rukongai. Since the Yumichika took every opportunity to flirt with anything that moved, Ikkaku felt bad that it wasn't him to fuck that ferocity into the small man but he appreciated the sentiment of feeling the full brunt of Yumichika's prowess. Damn, Hisagi Shuhei was a lucky man.
"So I just told the man, as nice as I could of course, to please get the fuck out of my office and find something better to do than bitch at me for something that had nothing to do with anything at all" Kira ended in a scowl that brought the fire into Ikkaku's eyes. He loved to see Izuru with any hint of emotion other that depression, it meant he might get something extra in bed tonight. On those days that the blonde was irritated or angry at something he'd be willing to do anything to get his mind off of it, anything. In two strides Ikkaku crossed the room and picked Izuru up into a hug that left his legs to dangle in the air.
Kira looked up to see the devilish grin and felt himself shiver. Oh, so he's in one of those moods? Why even get dressed then? He thought to himself as he planted a soft kiss to the lips presented to him. He was soon thrown to the bed and crawled on top of. "So animalistic of you Ikka-kun. Why dress in the first place?" he asked just before a loud knocking could be heard. Yelling from outside the room soon followed.
"SEMPAI! Izuru-san, tell your bitch get off! I see the lights on and the reflection may be permanently blinding!" The punch to the jaw sent Renji flying back into the courtyard. He swallowed the blood with a grin and raised his hand to the side of his face. "Touchy today Ikkaku-san?" Renji asked in innocence and looked up at the fuming man above him.
"Im not bald" he hollered as Kira came to stand beside him holding his mouth to stop the laughter from flowing.
"I don't actually thing he called you bald" Rukia said from beside them with her arms crossed. "Though I believe I did tell you not to say that. Hello, Ikkaku-san, Kira-san, we didn't interrupt did we?" She laughed watching Renji get to his feet with a helping hand from Ichigo. Rukia looked up at Ikkaku and couldn't help but feel a little awkward looking at the two standing together. She'd always been friends with Yumichika and no one ever thought that there would be a day Ikkaku left his side. But then again things did change.
"No of course not Rukia-san" Kira replied, ignoring the look he got from Ikkaku.
"Well good, we're goin' out for a drink. I'll buy ya a bottle. Soothe your bruised pride" Renji said with a good hearted smile. Ikkaku let out a soft sigh and began to follow in defeat. Damn fuckers with their bad timing. "Yumi'll be around later. We went up to his room and you really wouldn't expect him to have such good aim with a sword through a wall but hey, I guess you learn new things everyday" Ikkaku couldn't help but smile. Well at least if he couldn't get any until later he could at least try to goad Yumichika into a drinking contest. Yeah, that would lift his spirits.