The next part in my Ikkaku/ Yummi series.
Title: Addiction
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Prompt: #02 Addiction
Word Count: 442
Rating: R- Some smut
Summary: Yumichika is addicted to something bad for him
Disclaimer: Bleach sure as hell doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Tite Kubo and Shonen Jump.
Notes: Thanks to silveyfor beta-ing. You guys are love.

Strong hands curled into the luscious dark hair of the head currently bobbing away in his lap. Breathy moans fell from his lips as his back arched up into the eager mouth which was intent on sucking every last drop out of him.

Yummi was depressed. Oh he didn't show it, after all frowning was such an ugly expression and one which might give him wrinkles! However behind the perfect face and laughing eyes a deep well of sadness was slowly building. You may wonder at the cause of such emotions in the usually cheerful shinigami, but the answer would probably come as something as a surprise.

Yumichika had spent the last couple of weeks with his best friend Ikkaku Madarame having some of the best, no strings attached sex of his life. While for most people this would be a very good thing for Yummi it was possibly the very worst thing that could happen. You see Yummi loved Ikkaku. Had done for longer than he could remember. And while many people would think that regular bouts of sex with his beloved should be making him happy, they'd be wrong. Very wrong!

The quiet of the room was shattered by a load groan and the slapping of skin on skin. The flickering shadows on the wall showed two masculine bodies joining together to form one whole before beginning to move together.

With each meeting they had Yummi was left feeling lonelier. With each touch bestowed upon him he felt more dirty. And with each orgasm he felt all the more incomplete. Because Yumichika knew that none of it really meant anything to Ikkaku. Not in the way Yummi wanted needed it to, anyway.

So why did he keep doing it? Why, when it caused him nothing but pain and heart ache? The answer was simple, Yummi was addicted to it. Because for those few stolen moments he could pretend. Pretend, that the arms that held him did so because he was more than just a good fuck. Pretend, that the lips that caressed his own did so because they wanted him. Pretend, that as he was brought to completion again and again it was because he was loved.

The groans started to get louder as the couple on the bed started to move more erratically. Abruptly everything seemed to pause. Nothing moved. Until with a load groan the person who had been on top collapsed down on to the man underneath him.

But with each morning waking up alone it would all come crashing down on him. And he's be left feeling all the more empty and used with each night.