Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach but it sure would be awesome if Kubo let me have some input on the pairings. kyahaha.
Note: Wrote this instead of doing homework because it wouldn't leave my mind. Will probably be three chapters in total. One with yummy goodness and one to "conclude". Reviews are always appreciated.
Yumichika dipped his hands into the small water basin sitting atop his dresser. It had been a long day of searching the underground sewer system and while it was something he would normally refuse to do Unohana's suggestion that it was a likely place for the Zanpakuto to hide (it was where Ichigo had hid during his time as a wanted Ryoka after all) had sent Ikkaku running and under no circumstances would Yumichika let Ikkaku search for the rogue Zanpakuto by himself. He brought the cool water, now pooled in his palms, up to his face. Even at this very moment he felt that he should be with Ikkaku but it was rather late and he doubted Ruri'iro would go without his beauty sleep. Damn that sadistic bastard, Ruri'iro Kujaku; Yumichika knew him well and he knew that Rui'iro would jump at any opportunity to see him in discomfort. He looked up, blinking away the remaining water on his lashes, and frowned. His dresser's mirror had been smashed in the ruckus caused by the Zanpakuto rebellion a couple of nights earlier and it had been a non stop mix of chaos and missions ever since so he hadn't gotten the chance to buy a new one. He sighed heavily and dipped his hands back into the water. Just the thought of Rui'iro telling Ikkaku about his true power had caused Yumichika anxiety. He was sure to have a crease between his brows or a mental breakdown before it was over and that wasn't a beautiful thought at all. He closed his eyes and tried to think of anything except what was haunting him but instead of feeling any better he yelped and tipped the basin over because at that very moment a large muscled hand grabbed him by the waist.
The man who owned said hand yanked Yumichika towards him and grinned.
"Let me go!" Yumichika said looking up at the tall dark skinned man.
He laughed, "You're quite the dainty thing, aren't you?"
"I am not dainty! Who the hell are you?" Yumichika said trying to push the man away but even with just one hand he held Yumichika steady.
"Aw you don't recognize me? My reiatsu doesn't seem familiar to you at all?"
Yumichika frowned. Should he feel familiar? Could he be a Zanpakuto spirit? But who did he belong too? Yumichika's eyes widened. "Hozukimaru!"
"That's right," He grinned again and looked around, "Looks like Madarame is out with the boys again. Chee. I've never understood why he'd spend time with them when he could have the pleasure of your company."
That was something Yumichika often wondered himself but now was not the time to think on it. He had one of the Zanpakuto rebels in his room and it was Ikkaku's of all people.
"After all the time we've spent together," Hozukimaru went on, "I've gotten to know you. I've grown fond of you and more recently I've been craving you." The hand that was not on Yumichika's waist moved to cup the back of Yumichika's back and Hozukimaru pulled Yumichika in closer to his body.
"Craving me?" Yumichika was starting to get nervous. Not only was his katana lying against the opposite wall (and he doubted a simple kido would work on this Hozukimaru) but the bizarre intimacy of the moment disabled him from thinking clearly.
"The dreams came and my desires flared."
"What dreams? Yours?" Yumichika asked in surprise. Hozukimaru just grinned and smashed their lower bodies together. Yumichika's eyes widened as something firm and pronounced pressed into his groin. "You're beautiful, Yumichika."
Meanwhile, Ikkaku found himself entangled in the most beautiful vines he had ever seen; not that he had ever regarded vines as beautiful until now.
He had been walking home distractedly worrying about his best friend when he was captured. He hadn't even been able to drink down more than two cups of sake with Iba before feeling that he should go back to his and Yumichika's room. The zanpakuto were seemingly out for revenge and while Ikkaku didn't care about his own life so long as he died fighting he did care about Yumichika's and no one would have known that better than Hozukimaru. Hozukimaru was lazy but he was also stubborn and packed a mean punch when he was wound up. His Zanpakuto would know that to really hurt Ikkaku he'd have to attack Yumichika. The very thought twisted Ikkaku's insides and he walked at a much brisker pace than normal not paying attention to his surroundings as, as a warrior, he knew he should. He found it a bit hard to believe that Hozukimaru cared so much about having his bankai hidden. He never seemed to care before or perhaps he was just too lazy to say something. Maybe he was just upset Ikkaku used him so much. Had he really become that reliant on his Zanpakuto? That thought was just plainly aggravating.
Suddenly a swirl of colors surrounded him and what looked like some sort of mystical plant's vines wrapped around his waist and pulled him into a darkened alley. He reached for his katana but it was snatched from his hands before he could fully draw it. "The fuck," is all he could say.
"Language," a snickering voice called out and Ikkaku could make out the outline of a man in the dark.
He struggled against the restraints. What was going on? He hadn't seen a kido spell like this before not that he knew that much about kido. "H-hozukimaru? Is that you?!" He asked not truly believing it was his Zanpakuto. Where would he have learned such a thing?
The shadowed figure scoffed, "as if that brute could create something so beautiful." He stepped into the light and Ikkaku took in the appearance of a beautiful and elegant looking man decked in long peacock feathers and wearing a superior and arrogant smirk on his glowing face; he looked very similar to Yumichika.
Ikkaku's eyes widened and he gasped, "Fuji-Kujaku!"
"What did you call me?" The beautiful man's arrogant smirk quickly faded into a scowl.
"Fu-fuji…"
"You're going to pay for that," Ruri'iro Kujaku said in a deadly low tone.