Note: I just wanted to say thank you soo much to all of my reviewers! I'm sorry I didn't reply to everyone individually this time around.
Without further ado here is chapter two…
Yumichika was up against the wall head turned to the side and panting. In a matter of moments he had been undressed completely and groped not so gently by the large reddish-orange haired man. Hozukimaru tightly held Yumichika's left arm above his head and right arm down against his side. "What are you doing," Yumichika asked refusing to look the Zanpakuto spirit in the eye.
"I told you. I crave you," Hozukimaru said licking his lips. "You look delicious," he said right before sinking his teeth into the smooth skin on Yumichika's neck.
Yumichika whimpered and closed his eyes tightly; he couldn't help but feel both aroused and a bit ashamed by the situation. He wasn't struggling. He was allowing it to happen. Why was he allowing it to happen? Where was his pride as a warrior? Hozukimaru was his enemy. Yet, Hozukimaru…felt so damn good. Rough callused hands caressed his sides as large lips continued to claim his neck. He spread his legs a little despite his mind's protests.
"Mmm. Yes," Hozukimaru growled, "I may be lazy but I'm really observant."
"Hm?" Yumichika asked absent-mindedly.
"You're very sensitive… here," Hozukimaru said grazing his fingernails against the small of Yumichika's back.
Yumichika moaned in delight, "Oh! I-Ikkaku,"
"No not exactly." Hozukimaru chuckled before claiming the smaller man's lips. This was much better- so much better- than lying about Madarame's inner world.
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Meanwhile, Ikkaku was trying to figure out why, despite the amount of reiatsu he was pumping out, he couldn't break free from the vines. "Argh, what kind of cheap power is this?!"
"Cheap? Is that what you call my power?" Ruri'iro tsked, "aww, I am sorry Yumichika wasn't around to hear you say that. He would be heartbroken to hear such a thing coming from you even if he did claim to agree."
"Heh," Ikkaku spat, "Yumichika would never use such a weak power."
"Weak?" Ruri'iro couldn't help burst into laughter, "so weak that it has you panting? You're reiatsu is fading doesn't that scare you? Haven't you noticed your efforts are only making things worse?"
"Che, when I get outta here…"
"You're going to attempt to destroy your best friend's Zanpakuto?" Ruri'iro's eyes twinkled in a sadistic sort of way. "I should let you go just to be able to see you try and make such a decision."
"I'd have no problem doin' it!" Ikkaku shouted.
"No, I suppose not," Ruri'iro crossed his arms, "your relationship is a one way street, isn't it?"
"Huh?"
"He'd give up everything for you and you'd take it all without a word. You'd see no shame in…Kazeshini! What are you doing!?" Ruri'iro's eyes bulged as he saw his slightly insane comrade arrive out of nowhere with his weapon drawn and tongue hanging out making a mad dash toward Ikkaku. He quickly released his grip on the bald shinigami and watched him fall to the ground before Kazeshini could reach him.
"Oi! I thought I could finish him off for ya," Kazeshini said with a grin as he skidded to a halt and turned toward Ruri'iro, "I was bored and thought maybe you'd like to play with me."
"First of all, don't you ever so much as dare to touch my prey again unless you want to know what excruciating pain and terror feels like and second, I don't want to play with you, ever." Ruri'iro said.
"Ptthh, you're no fun," Kazeshini said sticking out his tongue and leaving just as quickly as he had arrived.
"Not so fast," Ruri'iro said with a bored sigh. He flicked his hand and Ikkaku, who had withdrawn his sword and had been about to lunge at him, was once again being restrained by his reiatsu sucking vines.
"Ugh. Fuck." Ikkaku grunted as he watched his sword clatter to the ground.
Ruri'iro laughed and strode his way over toward his opponent. "Hm, relatively somewhat attractive man, drained of much of his power, and tied up. What oh what should I do?"
"Ya should fight me like a man!" Ikkaku panted.
"A man, hmm? Do you know what men like?" Ruri'iro quirked an eyebrow, "men like sex." He laid a hand on Ikkaku's chest and slowly pushed him down onto his back. "Men love sex." He sat down on top of his opponent and straddled him at the hips. "Sex is good for the body," he said as he began to seductively rock back and forth on Ikkaku's groin. "Sex is good for your mental wellbeing."
"What are you doing?" Ikkaku said through gritted teeth.
"Does it matter? It's fun. Don't you think?" Ruri'iro giggled pressing harder into his enemy to prove his point.
"No,"
"Oh? Well the way things feel to me you must be beginning to enjoy it at some level."
"Asshole."
"That's a rather crude word, don't you think?" Ruri'iro chuckled.
Ikkaku didn't answer. At some level he could see Yumichika having such a Zanpakuto. They were both snobby, sadistic, a bit narcissistic, and elegantly beautiful in everything they did yet at the same time Yumichika had a soft and caring side that Ikkaku hadn't seen and doubted existed in "Fuji" Kujaku.
"When you come I want you to call out my name," Ruri'iro purred.
"Fuck off, I ain't gunna come."
"I think you will and you'll do it with my name and not that insufferable jerk's on your lips."
"I said fuck off ya bird brain!" Ikkaku knew he would pay for the insult and he didn't have to wait long for the punishment for immediately after the words left his lips Ruri'iro lifted him by the collar and proceeded to repeatedly slam his head hard against the ground.
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"Please," Yumichika begged. The slurping noises and sensations provided by Hozukimaru tongue were unbearable; he needed release.
"Please what?" Hozukimaru said freeing his mouth up to speak for just a moment.
"I'm going to…I need to,"
"Mm, feed me," The larger man said in understanding.
"But,"
"It's alright baby the night is long." Hozukimaru was quite enjoying himself. He had one of the most beautiful people in the Soul Society at his mercy and to top it off said person was also his former master's best friend. He wished Ikkaku could get a look at him now. Wouldn't he be jealous? It was his master's dreams after all that had first alerted Hozukimaru to the beauty and exoticness of Yumichika in the first place. For the longest of times Hozukimaru anticipated and expected there to be a sexual encounter to add fuel and clarity to those dreams yet much to his chagrin that encounter never occurred. He had heard that some people live with the philosophy which states 'if you want something done you have do it yourself' but Hozukimaru had always thought that sort of thinking was bullshit preferring to live by a philosophy that sounded more like, 'if something needs to be done I might think about doing it later'. It wasn't until Muramasa had suggested he be released from his restraints, whatever that meant, that Hozukimaru had felt compelled to have any say in his own life whatsoever and it wasn't until Ruri'iro suggested they pay a visit to each other's owner to mess with their minds that Hozukimaru thought it possible to not just live vicariously through his shinigami but instead to make his own fantasies come true.
He met his lips with Yumichika's once more. He had never liked weaklings but the feeling of Yumichika's drained body still shaking from his release was one that Hozukimaru felt he could make an exception for over and over again.
"I…" Yumichika began to say but Hozukimaru interrupted him by lifting him up and throwing him over his shoulder. He scanned the room quickly and recognized Yumichika's bed as the one that didn't have sake stains on the sheets. Hozukimaru smiled triumphantly as he flung Yumichika over and onto the bed so that his perky backside was facing him.
"Hozukimaru!" Yumichika gasped.
"Yup, remember my name 'cause your gunna be using it a lot more in a few minutes," he grinned.
Tbc...