The Bald and the Beautiful
This is my idea of how Ikkaku and Yumichika met.
Though I've written quite some stuff over the years, this is the first ever I'm publishing, so please be kind, should you feel like reviewing ;) Also I'm not a native writer, but I did my very best. I have some more ideas in store, if anyone should review and like my view on those two.
Warnings: yaoi, man on man, don't like – don't read
Rated M
It was a bright blue Yukata with white and pink Chrysanthemums that caught Ikkaku's eyes, as he was walking down the main street of another shady part of Rukongai. Even though he was looking for new opponents to fight, taking in the nice scenery never hurt, now, did it?
Shiny black hair in a well groomed hime-cut tumbled down the back, almost down to what the silhouette of the Yukata suggested was a perfectly rounded butt. A very wide appreciative grin spread across Ikkaku's face. Just when he had decided to postpone his never-ending search for new opponents, he became aware of six men, closing in a half-circle on his chosen beauty.
"So you haven't had enough already? Stupidity is so unbeautiful..." The voice was as soft, as was to be expected of a perfect lady. Slowly she turned around, to face the men, still closing in.
"Oh... I see you brought company."
Ikkaku didn't feel his jaw drop, but it definitely did. This was the most gorgeous creature, he had ever seen. But much more startling and mind-juggeling to Ikkaku was the fact, that the perfect beauty wasn't a lady. This was definitely a... guy. The fact, that he would admire a man for his looks wasn't even what baffled him. It was the fact, that the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, was a man. But the perfect, most gorgeous creature had to be a woman just by natural law now, right? That's how wrong one could be...
"So I guess now all of you wanna play, right?" The beauty's voice was almost flirting, as an haughty hand flipped a strand of hair over its shoulder. Even though these thugs now almost had him surrounded, his attitude was anything but intimidated, Ikkaku registered.
"Play? Oh, no, playtime's over for ya all around the whole district. Everyone will know now about your cheat'n ass! Now give us back our money!"
A chuckle like crystal chimes bubbled out of his beauty.
"Since you don't know how to play, there was absolutely no need for me to cheat!"
One glance was enough to know these guys were not swayed by this little argument. The exact opposite was more to the point. Their faces turned a bright red and two of them were pouncing his beauty. Now this was something, Ikkaku just couldn't let pass. Two on one? What pathetic little thugs. Also this hime-cut beauty was definitely not made to fight. So before their dirty hands might soil him, Ikkaku jumped in the fray.
"What the hell...?"
The totally pissed tone of Yumichika's voice escaped Ikkaku's attention, which was at this moment captured by the would-be assailants. Believing him to be in league with Yumichika, two more of the six guys were jumping Ikkaku, who was grinning happily while fighting off all four of them with relative ease. It wasn't the fight per se, that was making him grin, which was too easy, to really make him happy, all in itself. But it was the knowledge, that he was saving his beauty and his sure to be bountiful gratitude he would receive afterwards, that plastered the grin all over his face.
At first Yumichika was anything but grateful. He was actually almost about to kick Ikkaku's ass, when he jumped into his fight. It was the first time in about a month, that some idiots actually tried to pick a fight with him and Yumichika had been happy. He could use the training, it was one of the best ways to stay in perfect shape, after all. So he really wasn't happy with Ikkaku's rescue. But before he could kick him out, he had seen the first moves of this guy. One glance was enough to know, the other could finish off all six of them, without too much trouble.
Also there was the way this guy looked. He was not beautiful. At least not in the way Yumichika himself was. But he was very muscular. As far as he could see there was no ounce of fat on that trim body. He had large hands, which Yumichika absolutely liked. And then, there was his head. Not one hair was on this perfectly polished, glinting dome. It wasn't something he had a special preference for, or anything, but it just fit. It just fit the rest of the guy. It made him stand out and unique and seemed to be part of the package. But the one thing, that caught Yumichika's attention even more, was the grin. It was impossibly wide. It seemed to stretch right out of his face. It was vigorous, life affirming and just... beautiful. Since the other so easily fought and dropped his six assailants, Yumichika had just crossed his arms over his chest, so to not run the danger of them trying to act by themselves and punch some of the guys. It took quite some self-control, but he managed to just stand and watch, until the last of the thugs had the sense to just stay down.
"I guess a thank you is in order..."
Yumichika presented Ikkaku with a very special smile, which was elsewhere in Rukongai known to have shattered men's hearts into a thousand pieces. Its might also wasn't lost on Ikkaku, who felt very lucky basking in the glow of that smile.
"It was my pleasure."
"I could see that..." Yumichika winked at that and the other one just marvelled at the long, full lashes so uncommon on men's eyes. "How about I buy you a drink, to show my appreciation?", he offered now. Ikkaku wondered if he imagined things, when he felt there might be more things offered in those violet eyes of his beauty. Trying to be as interesting to him as possible, Ikkaku answered: "A drink would be nice, though more urgently I need something to eat."
It wasn't often you met someone in the shadier parts of Rukongai, who got hungry. In Soul Society water was all, most souls needed. Only those with spiritual powers felt hunger and needed to eat. Most of those were the Shinigami living in Seireitei. Only very few people in Rukongai had any reiatsu to speak of.
His gamble paid off. Yumichika did look at him with renewed interest. "So you get hungry, too, hm?" This return sent Ikkaku's eyebrows almost as high as his hairline, or at least where it would have been, but for his baldness. "You, too?" Yumichika's answer was another special smile. "Follow me."
They were sitting across from each other. Some empty bowls littered their table. They both did not care. What they did care about was the sake bottle they passed to and fro. Ikkaku was quite impressed at the way this supple creature could hold its liquor. Over the last hour they had eaten and talked a bit, gotten to know each other a little. Yumichika was not only beautiful, but witty and interesting to boot. Though he was quite self-centred and vain. But with a face like his, it wasn't a wonder to Ikkaku. At the moment he felt himself lost in those violet eyes, staring, without realising it.
Yumichika on the other hand, did realize. Not only that. He loved it. The way Ikkaku was fascinated with him. It wasn't the kind of lecherous look he got from a lot of guys at bars. It was a look of wonder, admiration. Yumichika was bathing in it, enjoying the undivided attention of this perfect piece of manhood. But even though he was positive Ikkaku was more than interested, the other did not make a move. Was he shy? Yumichika was anything but. So it was his foot, that started the contact underneath the table. He slipped out of his Getas and reached out, softly touching Ikkaku's leg.
At first believing this to be an accident, the man pulled his leg back a little, trying to grant the other more room to stretch. When Yumichika's bare foot returned though, Ikkaku looked at him questioningly. The dark-haired beauty just smiled and stroked the leg with his toes, slowly making his way upwards.
Ikkaku felt his pulse quicken. It couldn't get any more obvious now, could it? He had hit the jackpot tonight! Lu-cky!
"Do you already have a room around here? Since it's already late and you're new to this district, I could offer you to spend the night in mine, until you can get your own tomorrow", Yumichika asked. waving slightly with the sake cup while he spoke.
It could and it did. Shameless! Ikkaku felt himself fall hopelessly for Yumichika. His offer was stated in an absolutely neutral way to anyone passing by. One drinking-buddy to another, just offering a place to crash. Normal. If there wasn't this one bare foot suggestively wriggling between his thighs.
"Actually I don't. I would take you up on that offer."
Yumichika got another bottle of sake before he paid. When Ikkaku asked, if his room was far from here, the other smiled enigmatically and shook his head. They reached the exit of the inn, but instead of leaving, Yumichika turned to the side, to climb the stairs there. A broad grin snapped on Ikkaku's face. "You didn't plan on this, now, did ya?" He would definitely not complain.
"Let's just say the food is good enough to be a convenient excuse."
They entered his room and Yumichika slid the door shut, after putting the bottle on a low table. Ikkaku was right behind him, pulling the long hair from his neck, to plant a soft kiss there.
"A very convenient excuse", he whispered. Another soft kiss and lick grazed Yumichika's neck, before Ikkaku let go of his hair. Putting his hand on the smaller ones shoulder, he turned him around gently. He was about to cup the chin of the other man, to pull him into a tender kiss, when he hesitated. Yumichika's look wasn't at all what he expected it to be. No tender love-drunkenness, but rather cool reproach awaited him. Had he been to fast, Ikkaku wondered.
Though Yumichika had taken a seemingly hardened warrior and hearty drinking-buddy up to his room, he seemed to have turned into a mushy love drunk wuss. This wasn't at all, what he wanted or needed.
"Though I know I have a beautiful doll face, don't ever believe me to be as fragile as one..." Yumichika gave Ikkaku an unexpectedly powerful shove, that made the other tumble backwards and drop to the ground. He then pounced and was all over Ikkaku in the blink of an eye. Before the other could react in any way, Yumichika was rubbing his whole body on Ikkakus, kissing him fiercely and passionately.
The bald man was totally taken aback, when he found himself right there: on his back. For such a willowy creature, Yumichika was unexpectedly strong! Even more surprising he was quite forceful and demanding contrary to his effeminate appearance. When his body writhed on top of him, Ikkaku couldn't help but moan, which the other shamelessly exploited, by plunging his tongue right into his mouth. Though it took him all of ten seconds, Ikkaku did manage to snap out of his surprise. If this was the way, Yumichika wanted things, he could work with that! He definitely could!
Two big hands planted themselves possessively on Yumichika's butt, which was just as round and firm, as Ikkaku had suspected. Pulling the other in tightly he moved his own hips underneath Yumichika, grinding their growing erections just perfectly. His tongue now also stopped submitting meekly and wrestled the other slowly but surely back where it came from, only to conquer and ravage the new found territory. Sweat was breaking out on his forehead, while the room was filled with sounds of lust.
Two big hands cupped his ass and Yumichika let himself be guided by Ikkaku. That's much more like it, he thought to himself, as the other man's tongue woke up, to hunt his own. Tiny moans drowned themselves in the passionate kiss. Just as Ikkaku had fought his tongue back into his own mouth, Yumichika found himself on his back. He puffed, as all the air seemed to be pressed out of his chest, as Ikkaku's heavy body ground him into the tatamis. Nonetheless his legs immediately surrounded the other, while his hands gripped the bald head, holding the other to him, as if he feared the plundering kiss might be broken to soon. Only as both of them were in a real danger of suffocating, did he let go. They were both breathing heavily, trying to get oxygen back into their lungs and heads. While Ikkaku was holding himself up on his elbows, Yumichika immediately seized the opportunity and the created space, to pull at the others clothes.
"Just what I thought, too...", grinned Ikkaku, pushing himself up onto his knees, which he had planted on both sides of Yumichika's thighs. With swift movements he opened the other ones belt of the Yukata and pulled the fabric apart, only to stop in his tracks with a sharp intake of breath.
Ikkaku sitting up, granted Yumichika the opportunity to untie his belt, which immediately caused the short Yukata, the bald man wore, to open. Just as the dark-haired was about to stroke those fine toned muscles, Ikkaku hissed and stopped moving. Was something wrong? Did he have second thoughts? Yumichika looked at him questioningly.
"What is it?", he asked just a tiny bit annoyed, not in the mood to stop right now.
Stopping his gaze from roaming the perfect body beneath him, Ikkaku now looked the other one in the eyes. His normally almost maniacal grin now was a smile full of admiration.
"You're more beautiful than I could have imagined", was the simple reply, that melted Yumichika on the spot. For all his narcissism, his bravado and don't-care-what-others-think-attitude he did care. Though he had grown a thick skin as well as learned early to make bigots eat the shit they were throwing his way, he could never quite quench the craving for praise. Who could? A bright glowing settled on his features and his cheeks actually turned pink. He raised both hands, pushing Ikkaku's shorter Yukata over his shoulders and letting his gaze now roam, too.
"You're not so ugly yourself... though not nearly as beautiful as me."
The smile accompanying these words was enough to make Ikkaku just want to eat this man whole.
"You're to full of yourself, though, you know? I think you need to be taught a lesson."
"And you're the teacher?" , Yumichika asked mockingly.
"Damn right I am..."
The next thing he knew, Yumichika found both his wrists in one of Ikkaku's big hands, pinned right above his head. Two lips pressed themselves onto his, tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Yumichika might have kept his mouth stubbornly closed, but for Ikkaku's pelvis, grinding into his. Only their Fundoshi now separated them. There was no way, the dark-haired could keep from moaning as he felt Ikkaku's hard length rub against his.
As those soft lips parted, the bald man plunged his tongue into that wet, warm cavern and plundered it ravenously. Drinking in Yumichika's sweet, needy moans, Ikkaku answered with heavy grunting to the now moving body underneath his. His dark-haired beauty was writhing underneath him, intensifying the friction, lifting his hips, as best he could in his pinned position. The way Yumichika responded to his every movement turned him on to no end. Wanting to explore his body with both hands, Ikkaku gave the caught wrists free, only to break the kiss with a sharp hiss, as short nails dug right into his neck and the back of his head. With an almost feral growl Ikkaku reciprocated by attacking the soft, almost white neck of his lover with his teeth. The passionate cry and bucking of hips this elicited, let Ikkaku know he was on the right track. Biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks, he made his way down to an already tight, pink nipple.
Though Yumichika was not the submissive type one tended to dismiss him as at first glance, the passionate, forceful way the other man displayed just overwhelmed him. There was no hesitation, no consideration for his slender frame any more. Ikkaku bit the peak of his nipple, causing him to cry out in pain, while at the same time a lightning bolt shot right into his groin. Another of those unbelievably sexy growls rumbled in Ikkaku's throat, while he lavished the tormented nipple with soothing licks now. Just as Yumichika was relaxing into this more tender sensation, his second peak was pinched hard, making him cry out once more. But he would not be the only one, filling this room with cries. Once more Yumichika dug in his nails, this time in Ikkaku's shoulders, actually piercing the skin.
This did make the other cry out. Ikkaku could feel the tickling of small rivulets of blood slowly making their way down his back.
"BITCH!", he hissed, eyes glowing dangerously.
Pulling one of Yumichika hands from his shoulder, pushing down two fingers and the thumb he shoved the two remaining, bloody fingers in the beauties mouth. Though this was meant as punishment, it totally backfired on Ikkaku. Instead of being grossed out, Yumichika's eyes lit up as he sucked the blood off his fingers, moaning almost obscenely. Ikkaku had to cough, as this display was so damn sexy, he had stopped breathing. Leaning down to the other man he whispered in his ear:
"One of these days I'm gonna put these decadent lips to even better use... but right now, all I want to do is fuck you into the next world."
The taste of copper was slowly dissolving in his spit, as Yumichika was licking and sucking. He liked the taste of blood, but much more he enjoyed the shock and fascination he saw in Ikkaku's face at his behaviour. The whispered words, mixed with the hot breath grazing his ear, made Yumichika shiver all over and moan around the fingers he now pulled from his mouth.
"Get... get me to my futon", came his slightly breathless reply.
When it came to sex, Yumichika was much less prissy, than in any other part of his life. He loved it down and dirty. But on the one hand he knew his back would thank him tomorrow for the softer underground of the futon and on the other hand, there was something underneath his pillow they would need.
Though the request was breaking the mood a little bit, Ikkaku relented. The tatamis were quite rough and hard, he had to concur. So he pushed himself up and off Yumichika, who immediately slid out of his Yukata and scuttled across the floor. This happened almost faster, than Ikkaku could see. What he did not miss, were the sure and fast movements, that removed the last bit of Yumichika's clothing. In a tiny flurry of fabric, the Fundoshi flew to the side. A deep growl rumbled in his throat, as Ikkaku followed Yumichika's trail on all fours like a sleek, powerful panther. His tasty prey lay sprawled before him. He took his time, looking at Yumichika in all his naked glory, while finally losing his own Yukata.
"Don't you dare make me wait", pouted Yumichika, though he did relish Ikkaku's admiring gaze. In fact he shifted his body, pulling up one knee, granting Ikkaku an even better look at his goods. One hand ran through his long hair, which he had fanned out around him with practised ease. As experience had it, this was quite effective, because Ikkaku was above him in seconds, burying his hands in his hair and kissing him deeply. Moaning wantonly, Yumichika let his hands slide along a hard, toned, muscled chest, deeper still, until he reached the last piece of fabric still keeping them apart. As soon as he had freed Ikkaku's manhood, his hands slid to his front to feel him up. Powerful hips bucked, as the bald man growled lustfully. Yumichika answered moaning, as he asserted a formidable length and girth. His hand slid under his pillow and he pulled forth a small vial. Breaking the kiss, he sucked in some air.
"You do know what to do with this?", Yumichika asked when he had caught his breath.
Though being freed of the confinement of his Fundoshi felt very good, it was nothing compared to the feeling that followed. Delicate, yet powerful fingers ran over his length, making him growl again. Ikkaku's hips bucked of their own account, trying to fuck the tantalizing hand, which already left him.
When the kiss also was broken, he was about to attack Yumichika's neck again, though his words stopped him. All of a second Ikkaku stared at the tiny bottle, while the thoughts raced through his mind. Yumichika having something like this meant, this wasn't his first time. Something Ikkaku suited just fine, so he did not have to take especial care. The very handy hiding place also meant, this wasn't Yumichika's second time either. The more experience the better, was what Ikkaku thought about that. The third thing this meant, was that Yumichika was ready to go all the way. That was the most important thing to Ikkaku at the moment, as not every bottom wanted the whole package. Now, he wasn't one to turn down a good blow, but Ikkaku just had to possess the other man totally, had to feel his velvety heat around him.
So his face split into that impossibly wide grin, as he took the bottle from him.
"Just spread those beautiful long legs for me and I'll do the rest."
At his stare, Yumichika for a moment was sure, Ikkaku really needed to be taught. What a disappointment. But then there came this grin. It just radiated self-assuredness. His words made Yumichika shiver again. A small moan escaped his lips. Looking Ikkaku in his lust filled eyes, he complied and spread his thighs wide.
The dark-haired's violet eyes darkened while he opened himself to him. Ikkaku swallowed around a dry lump in his throat at the incredible sight. He settled between the inviting legs and wrapping his hand around Yumichika's hard cock, stroked up and down. As the dark-haired began to move his hips in time with Ikkaku's hand, his second hand started to fondle the round ass. Having planted his heels firmly in the futon, Yumichika lifted his butt at that. Another grin split Ikkaku's face, at the eagerness of his lover. Now he leaned down, licking Yumichika's head slowly, as his middle-finger slid along the cleft between the cheeks. A sweet little cry escaped the dark-haired, at this double pleasure. Taking the head in his mouth, Ikkakus hand left the cock, to lie flatly on the others stomach and push him back to the ground. His finger had reached its target, now rubbing across the tight muscle of the entrance.
The warm wetness around his cock was totally unexpected. Yumichika had been sure, this would go much faster, without Ikkaku putting in some extra effort, as they both were quite hot already. Moaning and panting he was now trying to lift his hips, which was effectively hindered, leaving him only with a writhing motion. Just as Yumichika felt his ring-muscle slacken slightly, the massaging finger left him and he mewled. As sort of compensation it seemed, Ikkaku's lips took him in even deeper.
"Aaaah... good... so good..."
The hand, that held him down also left him. Yumichika's own hands, that up until now had clawed at the futon, to keep from hurting Ikkaku grabbed his head again, feeling the smooth skin, as it bobbed up and down. A shocked hiss then tore from his lips, as wet, cold fingers split his ass cheeks. Sure, swift motions slicked him up, just as the lips were back up at his head, the tongue swirling around the crown.
Ikkaku just loved the sounds Yumichika was making. His now oil slick finger was rubbing the entrance again and the muscle slackened. In one sure motion he slid it inside as deep as he could. At the sweet moaning that elicited, he did not stop and moved his finger, pumping a few times, making Yumichika squirm.
"More... please... don't make... me wait...", he panted, so Ikkaku just complied, pushing a second finger in, at the next motion.
His swirling tongue now took in the salty, yet slightly sweet taste of Yumichika's first tears of lust. Scissoring and curling his fingers inside the other, he stretched him, readying him. Sucking on his length, to get more of the incredible taste, Ikkaku pushed in a third finger into Yumichika's tightness, making him squirm and suck in air.
"I'm... I'm ready... fuck me... already!", the other spit out. All three fingers were not very comfortable, but since Yumichika had felt Ikkaku's goods, it was not totally unnecessary either. He bit his lower lip, when Ikkaku ignored him, pushing in the fingers again, deeply. The slight pain plus the frustration he felt, made Yumichika almost claw at Ikkakus head, when the other brushed that very special pleasuring point inside him, that made all his nerves tingle.
"Ah!"
Yumichika's shout ripped through the room, making Ikkaku shiver. With a slurping sound he let go of the hard length, licking his lips. His fingers too now left Yumichika. Pouring more oil onto his hand, he closed it around his own, neglected cock. Oh man, that felt good, he thought, but knew, it would get so much better, in just a moment. Finally ready, Ikkaku hooked his arm under one knee, pushing the leg up and a little to the side, opening Yumichika even wider. His other hand guided him to the entrance, poking slightly. Poised in position, he looked down into those violet eyes shining with passion. Ikkaku felt, like he had to say something, something deep and profound. But all he could do, was moan helplessly, as Yumichika's free leg lifted and wound itself around him to pull Ikkaku inside him.
His intense gaze made the dark-haired really uncomfortable. Just an hour ago, all he had wanted was a nice little fuck... or two. Sure, he had enjoyed Ikkaku's admiring looks, but this one, right now, was more. Was deeper. It was resonating with something inside Yumichika. A longing waking again, he thought he had quenched. The dark-haired had convinced himself to be a loner, after he had tried one time too many, to find someone, who actually would stay at his side. Not wanting to open himself to heartache again, Yumichika took action. Pulling Ikkaku inside himself, made them both moan in unison. Three fingers were not too many, he realized, as he was filled so totally now, so deliciously. Panting hard, Yumichika tried to adjust to the filling, chewing on his lower lip.
Incredible, heavenly, velvety tightness surrounded Ikkaku, griping him, like it never wanted to let him go. Though Yumichika had started to pull him in, Ikkaku had pushed, until he had buried himself to the hilt. Now he was trying to catch his breath, looking down into unseeing eyes. The dark-haired seemed lost in his own world, chewing his lower lip. Ikkaku leaned down, planting one hand, to keep himself from crushing the beautiful creature underneath him. With iron will he kept his hips from moving. With utter tenderness he touched his lips to Yumichika's, pulling him back into the moment. Only as those hands folded around his neck again, the lips opened themselves, did Ikkaku move his hips. Pulling from Yumichika, until only his head was still buried, he slid back inside, as far as possible, slowly setting a pace.
Lost in thoughts, he did not want to contemplate, Yumichika must have spaced out, he only realized, when Ikkaku kissed him tenderly. This was just so wrong! A nice, hot fuck was turning into so much more! And how in Soul Society could this guy be so... so... sweet? As his lips just opened instinctively to a tender, inquisitively licking tongue, Ikkaku moved. No hard, urgent pounding, but long, deep strokes, slow, intimate. Yumichika moaned throatily. This just wasn't his normal pace, but the others tenderness was to good to pass up on. While one hand was roaming the bald dome, the other gripped at Ikkaku's shoulder. Yumichika's leg, wrapped around his middle mimicked the movements, trying to pull in Ikkaku as deep, as he could go.
His slow, long strokes, seemed to be just what Yumichika wanted. Drinking his lovely moans Ikkaku's tongue swirled as lazily around the mouth, as he was fucking the dark-haired. He wanted to enjoy this body. The tightness was incredible. Yumichika just felt heavenly. Again shoving himself in as deeply as possible, Ikkaku rolled his hips.
"Fuuuuuck..."
He had freed Yumichikas lips, to hear his beautiful moans, even though at this moment sinful swearing greeted him. Grinning he kept going, pushing in deep and rolling his hips. The dark-haired arched his back as best he could, swearing, moaning.
"Like that, don't ya?", Ikkaku growled and nibbled and licked along the soft neck.
Yumichika was almost sure he could taste Ikkaku in the back of his throat, so deeply embedded he seemed to be inside of him. The sudden rolling of his hips, was brushing the hard shaft just perfectly against his prostate. Getting hit there, hard, while being fucked wildly, was one thing. Ikkaku stimulating the nub so softly, brushing just slightly, felt totally different. It turned Yumichika into one moaning, quivering puddle. Every nerve-end seemed to tingle. When the other nibbled at his neck, he just stretched it, moaning: "You're killing me..." This was never the way it was supposed to have gone, but Yumichika could not help but to enjoy the pleasure Ikkaku was lavishing him with.
Contrary to his words, the dark-haired seemed to be enjoying his administrations. So Ikkaku just kept going. The tight muscles of his ass were flexing, when he pushed in deep. A slight sheen of sweat was covering his body and he also tasted the soft tang of salt on Yumichika's skin. Tiny licks and bites made their way to a hard nipple. When he bit the taut, pink peak, the dark-haired's body bucked and a cry was torn from his lips. Ikkaku was grinning again, as Yumichika's nails once again dug into his skin. A dark growl rumbled in his throat. With a hard, sharp thrust he answered Yumichika's provocation. Another cry ripped through the room, body arching underneath Ikkaku. These reactions just did for him. As much as he wanted to relish Yumichika's beautiful body, his own just couldn't hold back any longer. Sucking hard on the tight peak, he began to pound the dark-haired in earnest, grunting lustfully.
Though the change came unexpected, it was anything but unwelcome. Yumichika was filling his room with passionate cries, as Ikkaku was fulfilling his promise now. He seemed to earnestly want to fuck him into the next world. Skin slapping skin mixed with his cries and Ikkaku's groans and growls. Lost in passion, Yumichika's nails were scratching erratic patterns across the bald man's back, only to get bitten in return. They were both panting heavily now, balls of passion coiling in their stomachs, waiting to explode.
Realising the nipple with a smack, Ikkaku leaned to Yumichika's ear, never slowing his unrelenting rhythm.
"I want to... hear you... scream... my name...when you come", he growled in between hard thrusts.
Rolling up Yumichika a little more, so his arm, still holding the dark-haireds leg, could reach the ground and hold himself up, Ikkaku now wrapped the other hand around the weeping cock. Pounding the willing body with renewed vigour he timed his pumping hand perfectly.
Though Yumichika was a screamer, he usually wasn't into calling the names of lovers. More often than not, they were one-night-stands anyway, who's names he'd forget anyhow. So Yumichika really did not intend to honour Ikkaku's request. But then he was rolled up a little more, angling the pounding cock just right to rub his sweet spot with each stroke. Also a big calloused hand wrapped itself around his aching length, rubbing in synch with the big, hard cock inside, shattering Yumichika's mind, and springing the coil in his stomach. Exploding in ecstasy, he came heavily all over Ikkaku's hand and both their stomachs, his whole body spasming in waves of passion, as he screamed out the name of his lover, whether he had wanted to or not.
The heavy load splashed his belly, creaming his hand, as Yumichika came hard. Ikkaku drank in the sight hungrily, as the beauty writhed and bucked in total ecstasy. While his own name filled his ears, called in utter passion, Yumichikas body gripped him hard, rippling around him.
"Yumi-chan!", Ikkaku half shouted, half growled, as his own orgasm ripped through him.
Thrusting one more time, he released his own load deep inside his beautiful lover.
Panting heavily he slid out of Yumichika with an audible slurping noise and rolled to the side. Staring at the ceiling he tried to catch his breath again.
"That was... just so... incredible..."
He turned his head, looking at Yumichika.
While resentment filled the dark-haired, at his own weakness, Ikkaku came inside him, filling him with hot wetness. But just as Ikkaku had requested Yumichika scream his name, so did the man himself. Not only that, he had given him a pet-name. A warmth flooded Yumichika's body, that had nothing to do with Ikkaku's cum. Dare he believe? Was it naive to trust in hope? He was longing for someone to stay, for someone to wander Rukongai together with. Could this be the man? Slowly Yumichika turned his head, to look at Ikkaku. A grin, so wide, it could fill the room was spread over the man's face, as he spoke. The dark-haired allowed himself a small, if satisfied, smile.
"That it was."
Ikkaku would have liked a little more enthusiasm, but shrugged it of to Yumichika having just spent quite some energy. He turned around to look for his Yukata, getting up to snatch it.
This was all Yumichika needed, to see his blossoming hope shattered into a thousand pieces. How could he have been so dumb? Putting on an air of indifference, turning his face into an unreadable, even mask, he asked: "So you had another place to crash after all?"
While his eyes followed Ikkaku, who was not even in his Yukata yet, while already fleeing for the door.
"Hm?", Ikkaku was grunting distractedly, as he tried to clean his hand on his Yukata, before grabbing the sake bottle on the little table by the door. Grinning happily he made his way back.
"I don't know anyone from around here", he said, shaking his head, not catching the drift of Yumichika's thoughts.
When the Yukata hit the ground and a happily smiling Ikkaku returned to him, proudly showing him the sake bottle, the dark-haired was just plain stunned. He took the offered bottle, while the other settled back down next to him. So Ikkaku really planned on staying, at least for the rest of the night. Yumichika tried to get back his composure. Opening the bottle, he took a long swig. After holding it back out to Ikkaku he pointed at the small pile of stained Yukata.
"If you're thinking I'm going to clean that thing, you're badly mistaken."
"Oh? Not? Well", Ikkaku shrugged indifferently, then grinned again widely, "I'll be proud to wear the proof of your affection as a batch of honour around the district."
A little shocked, a hiss escaped Yumichika. He punched Ikkaku on the arm.
"You wouldn't! How unbeautiful!"
Rubbing his arm, after an unexpectedly painful hit, the other laughed anyway.
"Yeah I would! And proudly so! Each and every smudge we'd put there making me prouder", he said, reaching out to bury his hand in Yumichika's dark strands. He leaned in and kissed the other man deeply, tasting the sake in his mouth and letting him taste the same on his tongue.
While their tongues slowly danced around each other, Yumichika came to terms with what Ikkaku had said. So it seemed the other man planned on hanging around, at least for a while. Him claiming to be proud to have Yumichika in his bed, well that was a given now, wasn't it? Nonetheless he felt very good about it.
Slowly lying back on the futon, Yumichika looked up at the bald man.
"So then, you're up to putting another stain on that Yukata yet?"
His answer was another impossibly wide grin, spreading across Ikkaku's face.