This... This had to be done. I just had to. I'm sorry.
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Port towns were much like their inland counterparts. They had more beauty maybe, with their views of mystique, but like any other town they had gatherings of residences, shops, markets, bars. The like. They also had crime and their fair share of nuisances to deal with on a regular basis.
In particular, they put up with a rather large number of pirates that came to the docks, tired, horny and hungry from long voyages. More than often, they were muscular, loud, arrogant, violent groups of drunks and they had a habit of taking what they wanted without concerning themselves with the pain of paying for the items.
Ikkaku fit the stereotypical picture of a pirate perfectly. He was proud of his demeanor. The only thing strange about him as a pirate would be the fact that he long forsook having a crew in favor of strengthening himself alone. He had goals in mind, of being the strongest and finding a crew worthy of a member like him, but at the same time he decided he would be happy to go about the rest of his days challenging those who seemed to be strong.
With his goal so loosely drawn in his head, he wasn't the type of person to work more than he played while he was on shore. His favorite pass time was drinking bars dry, and he was currently engaged in the activity. He'd been at the pub for hours upon hours and wasn't even thinking of leaving until the bartender's loud and commanding voice boomed at him. "Hey, do you even have any money, bastard?"
Slurring his words horribly, Ikkaku admitted he didn't have enough to buy a single pint of beer.
The large bartender's face went red with rage and embarrassment for not weeding the poor man out ten sake bottles ago. He picked Ikkaku up by the collar of his shirt, which was surprisingly strong enough to hold all the while it's owner was being dragged. It could hardly be worth it, the bartender thought, to have drunken pirates come in and drink their own weight in booze without having the least amount of money to their names. He threw Ikkaku out with an angry sigh.
"Did you have to be so mean? His sword looked expensive." Yumichika chided the bartender. "You could have had it and paid for more than the sake he drank."
"You go chase after him, then," the burly man answered while shining some dishes. "I don't do bartering."
"Hm. I think I'll take you up on that," Yumichika replied and left with a sly smile.
When the bald man was sitting in the bar, he seemed to be almost resemblant of fine. He couldn't get out more than a few words without slurring his speech to the point you could just barely understand it, but that wasn't important. Pirates had horrible speaking skills in the first place however, now that Ikkaku was walking it was a wonder he didn't just fall into the ground and knock himself out. He truly didn't know his own limits, it seemed.
All the better for the beauty.
He caught up with the man, and even caught him as he stumbled. "Hello, I was just wondering if you needed any help?"
"Fuck no," Ikkaku answered slurring his words and tried to stand straight to demonstrate he was "fine."
Yumichika, hoping that the pirate was a stereotypical horny drunk, risked kissing him. "Would you like me to take you to my room?"
Ikkaku thought himself straight, and more than often would refuse someone so direct because it was just going to be a pain later, but it couldn't be said he wasn't a little bit attracted to the man who had just kissed him. Hell, whoever he was, he looked almost like a girl anyways.
Ikkaku nodded. He didn't have anywhere to sleep tonight, and the offer on top of just having a bed was too good to pass by.
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The plan, so far as Yumichika was concerned was dreadfully simple. Entertain the drunk until he fell asleep and take the sword. It wouldn't be the most pleasant of things, but he had done this multiple times before, with pirates rivaling the ugliness of this one.
Ikkaku, when he was drunk, worked with extreme simplicity, and blunt processes. When they were walking to the man's room, he stole some gropes and even a kiss when he managed to walk well enough to not fall over.
The breath he had was unpleasant, his mouth tasted of the bad food and cheap liquor that he'd been consuming earlier that day. If it could be called such, the "technique" he was using was sloppy and he was only concerned with his own gratification. Yumichika's only blessing in the situation was that the man was so drunk he may not even stay conscious long enough for them to do anything too unpleasant.
They walked into a small apartment with Ikkaku's clumsy drunken hands all over the beauty's small body. The door closed and Yumichika thought of how to tire the man out before they got down to do what he's sure the other thinks they came to do. If it was required, of course it would happen, but if it was avoidable Yumichika would find a way to get around it.
"Mm," Ikkaku hummed into a kiss. "Where's your bed?"
Yumichika led them over wordlessly, being overtaken by another awful and disgusting kiss, allowing himself to trip and have Ikkaku fall on top of him. The man was wasting no time, he started to throw his clothes off once they'd hit the bed.
"What're you doin'?" Ikkaku asked, as the beautiful man was just sitting on the bed.
Stalling, dumb ass, Yumichika thought. He couldn't quite say that, despite how stupid the man appeared, though. "I just thought you'd have more fun undressing me. Most like to savor their time in the presence of the most beautiful person they'll ever meet."
That went over the bald man's head. He didn't mind the idea of taking the clothes off his partner, though.
Ikkaku fumbled with the man's raggedy clothing for a while before getting him completely undressed. He was a sight, truly. Ikkaku wasn't used to having such a beauty doing it with him, willingly no less. How did a man like this even notice a drunk like him?
Yumichika, however, really didn't like the idea of giving himself to the ugly man before him. He would've rather done just about anything, so he chose a lesser of two evils. "Wait."
"Huh?" Ikkaku asked, he thought they had come to do it and get on with their lives the next day.
"Lay down."
"You like to be on top?"
"I aim to please, in more ways that one," Yumichika said with a mischievous smirk. "By the way, my name is Yumichika."
"Isn't it a 'lil late for sayin' our names?"
"I don't know what you could possibly mean. This isn't a first date, it's a one night fling. I just like to hear my name. You don't even have to tell me yours, if you don't want to," Yumichika said. He was being completely honest, too. Maybe it was his vanity shining through, but he liked for those who he pleasured to know his name whether he liked them or not, and he liked to hear his name pouring like thick honey from a lover's lips.
"Ikkaku."
"Whatever floats your boat, Ikkaku."
He was kneeling in front of Ikkaku, who had laid down as he was told (it was too much work being on top when he was practically passing out from the booze, anyways) and leaned down, wrapping the bald man's semi-erect member in his mouth.
"Fuck," Ikkaku hissed out and felt himself drifting on clouds. He was struggling to stay awake, despite his will to finish what he was doing it didn't seem to be possible.
Whoever this Yumichika guy was, Ikkaku found he wasn't new at this. He was amazing. This wasn't the first time he'd taken a stranger home, that was for sure, and Ikkaku was in heaven when he fell asleep.
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Dear Ikkaku
Don't be too angry with me. I had to take your sword, but you know how things are when you're very pressed for money, right? With someone like me, just having a chance is worth one little blade. Maybe if we see each other again I'll give you another night, in exchange for the right price.
Oh, and you may want to leave as soon as you can. You see, I'm not exactly sure who the room that you're reading this in belongs to.
From;
The most beautiful person you'll ever meet, Yumichika
No way. That little piece of shit. He ran away? With the only thing Ikkaku cared enough to keep?
Hell no.
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