Hello yet again! Well although this isnt my first YumichikaxIkkaku fiction, it is my first Yaoi one...so please be kind, but constructive, and if you dont like that sort of thing then the door is that way. *points away*
This was inspired by a rather funny picture I found on the internet, "You know it's true" with a Seme arrow to Yumichika (who looks very smug) and an Uke arrow to Ikkaku (who looks rather angry).
This is dedicated to redbull07! who, even though she has never watched Bleach at all, sat down and read this for me! Thank you very much!!
There were many things Ikkaku loved. He loved to fight. He loved the pure adrenaline rush that came from the clash of swords and the fear of being cut. Not that it frightened him that much.
Sake, was another love of his. He could never resist the tempting call of the drink, especially after sparring, when it would sooth his parched throat. It always, much to his disappointment, disappeared far too quickly though, and always at someone else's hands.
He also loved his squad. Even Yachiru (well, most of the time). He loved sparring with everyone in the squad, young and old, novice or veteran. He loved sitting and drinking with his captain and Yumichika long into the night; especially when Yumichika got drunk. The sight of a ruffled and completely pissed Yumichika was one of the funniest sights he had ever witnessed, and it was worth it, even if he would regret it in the morning.
But most of all he loved Yumichika. He loved the way that the smaller shinigami would take care of all the technical details, leaving Ikkaku free to do what he really enjoyed: fighting.
He loved the way Yumichika smiled, and the different smiles that graced the dark haired man's lips. Warm, the thin smile of irritation, the smug, condescending smile he wore when talking to people he believed to be below him, every one of them. He especially loved Yumichika's smile when he was fighting, the smile of pure and unrestrained joy, although the serious expression he got, the glint of concentration as he clashed blades with a particularly challenging opponent was pretty good too. For that matter, all Yumichika's expressions bought a little smile to Ikkaku's lips.
He loved the way that Yumichika desperately tried to hide the true form of his Zanpaktou from everyone. It hadn't taken long for Ikkaku to work out that there was something odd about Yumichika's Zanpaktou. The captain might be terrible at sensing reiatsu, but that didn't mean Ikkaku was, and he had soon noticed that occasionally Yumichika's reiatsu would change, for instance that time Ichigo and his friends had invaded, and Yumichika had gone off to fight Hisagi. Ikkaku never mentioned it though, and carried on pretending that he didn't know. He knew without a doubt that it would crush the proud man terribly if he knew that Ikkaku had been humouring him.
He loved the way that Yumichika's talented tongue, not only good for sarcastic remarks and insults, would reduce him to a lump of trembling jelly under its ministrations, licking every part of his body, lingering in all the right places until Ikkaku would growl and demand that he stop playing with him like some toy.
He loved that Yumichika always made it perfectly clear that he would never, ever, bottom, and the one time Ikkaku had tried to ignore this rule Yumichika had tied him to the bed and taken his revenge in the most cruel and pleasurable way. Ikkaku had never known what could be achieved by those feathers attached to Yumichika's face before that night. Although…he would always wake up the next morning and cringe in shame that he, the powerful and ultimately manly third seat of the strongest squad in the whole of the Gotei 13, was the submissive one in the relationship. But then he only had to look at his pretty-boy's peaceful, beautiful face beside him to forget it all.
He loved how the dark haired man would kneel above him, trembling with need, all dignity and poise forgotten; his hair rumpled by Ikkaku's wandering hands, his body covered in sweat. He loved how he was the only person who had the privilege of seeing Yumichika like that, of seeing something more than just arrogance and superiority in his lover's large eyes.
He loved the fact that Yumichika would do everything he told him to in public; follow him around like an obedient dog. He loved the knowledge that Yumichika needed Ikkaku as much, if not more than Ikkaku needed him, and that if Ikkaku wanted to, he could abuse the subtle power he had over the other and break him. He never would though; he knew he wouldn't be able to bear the hurt in his dark haired lover's expressive eyes, however much he acted like he didn't care.
He loved that Yumichika didn't laugh at his bald head. He didn't really mind Yachiru making fun of it; she was after all, just a kid. The constant jibes from others though, got on his nerves. Especially novices who would join the squad and think that because the vice captain called him 'Cue Ball' it's all right for them to do so as well. They always regretted it later. Ikkaku made sure of that. Yumichika, on the other hand...he would run his hand lovingly over Ikkaku's bare head when they were alone, and comment, in that smooth, calm voice of his that he would be very sad if he were to discover that Ikkaku had grown his hair. Ikkaku would always slap his hand away and growl something, but he liked it really.
He really, really loved Yumichika's hair. It was so soft and silky and he could never resist running his calloused hands through it, much to his lover's irritation. In comparison to his hands Yumichika's were like the softest, highest quality silk, despite many hours of training, and more years of fighting he had not a callous anywhere. His skin too, was wonderfully soft and always clean. Yumichika had on many occasions complained about Ikkaku using him as a blanket in his sleep, or a pillow, but Ikkaku had always dismissed Yumichika's complaints, if he really didn't like it that much then he would do something about it, but he didn't, so obviously it wasn't that bad. So went Ikkaku's reasoning. For a reason Ikkaku couldn't quite explain, Yumichika would always frown and kick him when he voiced this reasoning, but, he supposed, Yumichika had always been a sore loser.
Yes. There were many things Ikkaku loved in life, more things than he could voice sensibly. But always at the forefront in this list was his beautiful, vain, narcissistic, utterly wonderful Yumichika, and he always would be.
This is a two parter, so the next part will be up soon. ^^ As always the Review button needs your attention. Reviews make me smile like a maniac, and the more there are the bigger my head grows, so lets see if we can't get it so I can't fit through the door!