Disclaimer: Bleach and characters are the property of Tite Kubo.
Rating: K+
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The first time Ikkaku kissed Yumichika it was by accident. In fact, it had been Yumichika who had kissed him.
Their little gang had stopped at an inn for the night. Having fought some bandits earlier that day (not because they were good Samaritans, they weren't, but because jumping out of a bush and yelling "your money or your life!" at Zaraki Kenpachi gets filed as a request for assisted suicide and is handled as such) they could afford it. Besides, Yumichika had been complaining for days about needing a decent bath and, unfortunately, Yachiru liked him too much to kill off.
Ikkaku had spent the early night looking for fights in the local bars. All he'd gotten were drunken brawls and as the night went on he had only gotten more and more irritated. Eventually he'd gotten fed up and decided to head back earlier than he'd intended, though still late enough for most of the lights at the inn to be extinguished. He'd just slid the door shut to the room he was sharing with Yumichika when soft hands took hold of his face, guiding toward a pair of lips that began moving passionately against his own.
He found out later, after a shouting match and a black eye (his), that Yumichika had mistaken him for a potential fling he'd met in the common room. He'd invited the man to come up that night thinking Ikkaku wouldn't be back until much later.
Ikkaku wasn't amused. Neither was Yumichika. Zaraki thought it was funny as hell.
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