It had been a long time since Ikkaku Madarame relished defeat; In fact it has been over twenty-thirty years or so since he felt pain after a fight along with the taste of his own blood in his mouth. That substitute soul reaper Ichigo Kurosaki had given him a run for his money. The last time Madarame could remember getting defeated with such humiliation in addition to enjoying the anticipation for the next fight was long ago, too long in fact.
When he and Yumichika first met with Zaraki Kenpachi in the sullied areas of the soul society. There on their conquest for stronger fighting opponents, Kenpachi taught Ikkaku a lesson in fighting that he would never forget. He gained so much knowledge from his (now) captain and admiration to be better then him.
Squad Captain four Unohana redresses Ikkaku's wounds while he sits up in the large futon bed. His eyes gazes in the direction of the fist print in the rice paper door. While Unohana applies ointment and wraps him tighter in the bandages, Ikkaku's anger over his previous fight gets the best of him. One whole week in his quarters with nothing to do and no one to fight is driving him insane. His pent up frustration got him to punch the hole in the door and reopen a few stitches along the way.
He sits there looking around on the four walls and drowning in misery. Why didn't he use bankai on the new intruders? he thinks to himself. He makes the fight out to be between will power and he assumes the orange head kids will power to save Rukia Kuchiki has to be stronger then his own in order to beat him in such manner.
He is always reminded viciously on the training grounds to never underestimate your opponent. His blood thirsty captain makes sure of that but for some reason, some how all the blood rushed to his head because the thought never crossed his mind during the battle with Kurosaki that he could be, would be stronger then him. Perhaps it is all the new spiritual pressures that broke in and roams the seireitei as well as the eagerness to fight is what got him in his physical state now.
Ikkaku was restless because he has been bedridden ever since his fight. He becomes filled with regret and all over shame during the course of his healing. Ikkaku exhales and then flinches, the long wound against his chest would ache every time he breathes. Only reminding him more of his failure he clutches the futon with his rough manly hands while Unohana silently finishes off his dressings. She approves of her own handy work for a moment or two before she stansd up with all the medical supplies in both hands.
"Now you be careful" She says making her exit as she slides the door fully open to reveal Yumichika on the other end holding a tray. "Oh... well... hello there." she says in her natural cheerful voice.
"Good day captain." Yumichika Ayasegawa bows his head in respect while the captain flash steps away. "I see you've been busy." He looks down at Madarame and teases.
Yumichika comes home to their love nest every afternoon during his paper work break to have tea and small talk with his belove. He knows he needs to be cured of his boredom so he wouldn't do such things like put fist holes through their fragile doors. "You know if you keep that up were going to run through our expenses just simply on rice paper."
"Sorry." Ikkaku sneers. He isn't one for apologizing but he knows he is wrong in the situation.
"Here I brought raspberry tea and butter cookies from Renji's office. I hear he found them on his visit to the real world." He places the tray containing both drinks, a lime green plate with cookies next to their double futon before sliding the door close behind him.
"I don't want tea... I want to fight!" Ikkaku protests. "I need to get stronger..." He says fiercely while looking at Yumichika who is now at the bedside sitting geisha style with his hands cuffing the tea he sips.
"Stop thinking so hard about it." Yumichika interrupts Ikkaku's massive rambling.
"How could I not?" Ikkaku murmurs. His pride as a fighter is hurt and seeing his lover is just making things worst. Ikkaku loves to fight but hated if he ever got a serious flesh wound that would mean no sex until he is healed and Ikkaku craves Yumichika's skin. He always seems like a porcelain doll to him, so treasured and fragile at the same time. His faces made in bed while Ikkaku thrusts into him is a needed pleasure, an addiction.
"Look all you need to do is rest now, then you can worry about the substitute soul reaper later." Yumichika spouts
"Easier said then done. I'm going to start training right now!!" Madarame leans forward and jumps to his feet in his usual manly pose.
"Is that so?" Yumichika put down the tea cup and stands face to face with him. He takes one finger and stabs at his wound. Ikkaku grunts and faints on top of him.
"Do you have to do that?" He whisperes into Yumichika's ear. He is always reminded by him to take it easy after any battle by poking at his wounds.
"Well if you take it easy and not make me worry for you, then no I wouldn't" His hands clenches the back of Ikkaku's white robe. He inhales deeply savoring his lovers seducing natural scent.
Ayasegawa lays Madarame back down onto the futon. He loves Ikkaku unconditionally and can't help but to want to be by his side. Yumichika has stood by him through everything and seeing his lover greave and suffer in pain as he heals his physical wounds was just another task at hand he thought. Oh how he longs to be with Ikkaku till the end of time but if his companion keeps up his goal to fight and kill until he has no worthy opponents left; then he knows their time together would be cut short and their time spent would be all but memories of the blissfully cherished past.
Yumichika could loose him to all the blood and gore that his life partner yearns for so much. Yumichika snapped back to his senses when he notices Madarame's lips upon his and his rough hands caressing the side of his milky white face. Ikkaku is thinking of new ways to get some body training in. Ikkaku pulled Yumichika closer to him including onto the futon and proceeds to disrobe his companion.
"Stop we shouldn't." Yumichika pulls back and tries not to give in to his lovers seducing.
"Come on... please... I need you right now." Madarame pleads to let his snake out of the cage and into his beau.
"But your injuries, if they were to reopen I could never forgive myself." Yumichika whines as Madarame pushes him down on the futon and nibbles on his ear lobe and then slides his tongue up and down his neck.
"It's been a week since I have had your body underneath mine. I can not hold out any longer. I want you... please let me have you." Ikkaku tugs at Yumichika's orange collar pulling it over his head and ruffling his eye feathers in the process. He runs his tongue over Yumichika's lips while loosening his obi belt and revealing his full sleek slender chest.
"mmm.." Yumichika moans as his top half is being exposed so his beau can see. His cock is getting hard just by having Ikkaku look at him with such lewd eyes. He wanted him too. "...Okay but make it quick, we wouldn't want our captain to scold us for fooling around while the seireitei is under inspection for more intruders."
They both finally exhale and let their pent up sexual frustration take them both to a higher plane. Every kiss, every stroke of the hand and lick of the tongue becomes amplified. Madarame wastes no time, he makes his saliva trail down and over his partners pink nipples. Fully pulling off his kimono and leaving only his hakama. Ikkaku's lion like tongue glazes past his belly button as his polished head glides further down Ayasegawa's ivory body.
Yumichika moans softer in ecstasy when his companion licks on his hard on through his compressed hakama. It isn't long before Yumichika is fully naked and spreading his cocked up legs for his beloved while sporting a full body blush. Ikkaku continues to suck the head and mouth the shaft of his significant others cock. The bulge of his own cock peeks through his thigh length white robe. Ayasegawa unravels Madarame's black sash during his pleasuring, exposing his bandage wrapped chest and only leaving his thin robe. With one last tongue trick on Yumichika's leaking cock. Ikkaku stops. He licks the pure sweet pre cum off his top lip. His sexual appetite always grows hungrier when he pleases his partner.
"aww... why did you stop?" Yumichika's whines more as his purple eyes grows larger with anticipation.
"Ooh, I'm not done just yet." On that note Ikkaku wets his index and middle fingers inside Yumichika's dripping mouth and slides them inside's Yumichika's arse.
"aah...ahhh" Yumichika lets out a moan muffled by his own fingers in his mouth. He loves it when Ikkaku rotates his two fingers inside him. As he continues to stimulate his prostate, Yumichika blushes harder turning his beautiful face beat red. He tries to conceal his pleasure face when Madarame wiggles his soaking wet fingers out of him and hoists Yumichika on top of his lap in a straddling position.
Ikkaku strokes his own cock rapidly. This is the moment he has been craving for he thought as he spreads Ayasegawa's plump bottom. With his two hands cuffing each butt cheek he enters the tight space slowly. Ikkaku could cry because of all the bliss that surges through his body. Yet as always Yumichika's muscles tries to force him out but this is a fight that he knows he will win.
He grunts and thrusts higher up into him. Yumichika let out an uncontrollable shuttering moan as he is being pounded fiercely by his lover. They both need this, to feel one another along with the roughness and enjoyment. Ayasegawa wraps his slender arms around Ikkaku's neck and holds on for dear life. Madarame uses his strong arm to hold onto his waist and his free hand to rub the head of Yumichika's stiff cock. All the while never missing a beat with kissing Yumichika's chest. Ikkaku is ready to explode and in a matter of minutes and Yumichika is also on the verge of doing so.
"Kiss me." Yumichika cries as he cups one hand around his companions shinny bald head and slides his other down onto his muscular back.
"Yumi?" Ikkaku stares into his true loves weeping eyes as a single tear rolls off one of Yumichika's eye feathers. "Is something wrong?" Ikkaku wants to stop, If he is hurting him by being that rough then he would do anything to make him feel better and yet he still continues on. Yumichika's hips grinding so hard and fast on his dick was just too much to let go.
"Kiss me now!" He moans and Ikkaku obeys his dearest command. They indulge into what could be the deepest kiss they ever share as they both climax. Ikkaku empties his hot semen into Yumichika and he returns the favor by releasing into his hand and spraying across his open robe.
They let each other go collapsing in the same direction on the futon, panting like wild animals. Their hearts beating so fast they sound like festival drums. Yumichika nuzzles his face in Ikkaku's wounded chest being careful of not hurting him.
Ikkaku rests his eyes for a few seconds before remembering. "Yumi, where you crying?" He just couldn't let the scene of his teary eyed love one go.
"No..." Yumichika lies. He couldn't bare to tell him that all the while they were sharing endless passionate sex that all he could think about was what if?, What if the Kurosaki kid left him to die instead of pre patching him up? How would he go on without Ikkaku?
"I love you." Madarame murmurs the sweet words that often soothes the fear in Yumichika's heart into his ear then drifts off into sleep from exhaustion.
"Me too..." Yumichika sighes. It has been a gift and a curse. "... me too."
**Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH ALL COPYRIGHTS AND EVERYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO KUBO TITE, I JUST BORROWED THEM TO CREATE A LOVE SCENCE ON A BORING DAY.
A/N: This was ment to be a one shot but its been on so many peoples favorites list that I Might grow it out some more or just add another one shot in the second chapter. Anyway thanx 4 Reading Leave a Comment!!