A/N: Yeah, I just barely updated the last chapter but I'm really into this story so I thought I'd roll with it.
Leaving
Yumichika
The kiss very quickly became more than a kiss. I'll admit to playing games with people in the past, and maybe I'm even a bit of a tease, but this wasn't going to be one of those times. I wouldn't say I ripped his shirt off, but it definitely came off very quickly. I loved the small growl he gave when I did it, and how his fingers dug into my back slightly as he held me.
I wasn't sure what to expect from him physically during sex. The first two times had been fast and hard, obviously. This time it was completely different. He took his time, caressing me, moving his hands over me. I felt like one of his pieces of furniture laying in the shop below us, being slowing sanded down by his rough hands, molded into shape. I love when lovers take their time to enjoy me, and he spent time lavishing attention on every part of my body. After going so long without being touched that way it was like heaven.
Afterward, we lay together for awhile.
"I…I have to go to work," I confessed, never more angry that I had to work at that place than at that moment.
"Ok," he said, running his hands through my hair. I laughed and ran my hand over his bald head. He blushed adorably. "It always used to get sawdust and woodchips in it. It's easier to stay clean if I keep it shaved."
That wasn't the only part of his body he shaved, and I really rather like the look and feel of it. "I like it," I told him.
At the door I paused. We hadn't really talked about…well anything. What to do after this point, what we wanted from each other. I got an idea. I unsnapped my wristband and dropped in on the floor deliberately.
"What…" Ikkaku began to ask.
"See, what will happen is that after I finish my shift at work I will suddenly realize that I forgot my wristband here. I'll have to rush over and pick it up right away," I said.
He smiled at me.
Ikkaku
I was just doing some usual business when I felt him. I quickly looked up, and then behind me. That couldn't possibly be him he was too…I saw his wristband, orange, like mine.
"Cousin!" I called out.
We made our public excuses to knowing each other and walked together. I kept looking over at him. He was so damn beautiful. I wondered what he thought of me, if he was disappointed in meeting me, and what it was he was expecting me to do.
His name was Yumichika Ayasegawa.
When we got to my residence above my shop, I paused. I wanted to kiss him, to look him deeply in the eyes, but I knew that I would lose control if I did that and wasn't sure if he…he touched my face lightly. He did want me then. I drew him to me and kissed him. At first I just enjoyed being so close to him, but then I felt his delicate little tongue along my lips and went all in, delving into his mouth, running my hands along the small of his back to hold him so close to me that there was no space between us. He pushed me away slightly only to quickly slide off my shirt, and I could feel the fire building in me.
Lying naked in my bed, he was perfect. There was no way someone like him would be into me. Someone like him shouldn't have even been in a town like this. It was just my luck, I supposed, that he somehow was here since he obviously destined for other things.
That's why I took so much time over him. If I was going to only get one shot with him, I was going to enjoy it as much as I could, memorize and taste and kiss every part of him. My hands felt so uncouth against his unblemished white skin, but he moved with me so beautifully. He let me do whatever I wanted to him, but he wasn't passive, encouraging me with moans and groans, calling out my name and driving me crazy with small movements of his own. I kissed the fingertips of his hand, and then the palm of his hand, and then his wrist. I kissed the inside of his elbow and licked across his collarbone. I softly kissed the hollow of his neck and then began working my way down his chest. All the time I was massaging and tugging at him. All the time he was pushing at me and shuddering.
We had finally both been driven to the point that we couldn't take anymore. When we finally orgasmed, it was such a release that I cried out, clutching him like I was drowning.
I'm not normally a man who likes to cuddle with his lays. That is what they usually are for me, just passing people I sleep with. I'm not a person that is really personable, and I don't want or need friends, much less boyfriends (or girlfriends). But I held Yumichika in my arms, feeling his light weight on my shoulder and his head on my chest, and tried to not think about how I was going to feel when he left soon.
I wasn't surprised when he told me he had to go to work. At the door, he paused. He dropped his wristband. I went and picked it up for him, but he refused to take it from me.
"See, what will happen is that after I finish my shift at work I will suddenly realize that I forgot my wristband here. I'll have to rush over and pick it up right away," he said.
I smiled at him, surprised.
I was even more surprised when he actually showed up.
Yumichika
It's odd how quickly Ikkaku became home to me. My own place became a place I slept; but when I went over to Ikkaku's shop and got a warm hug from him, being enveloped by his presence, that's when I was home. I would watch him work while chatting about my day, stuff I'm sure he didn't care about, but he would always at least pretend like he was listening. He would tease me when I fussed about my hair, but then would assure me I was beautiful when I'd get irritated with him. That's one thing I've always loved about him. I wouldn't say that I nag, but I can be grating to some more delicate personalities. Ikkaku is tough as nails. I could rant at him all day and he'd just laugh at me. There are very few insults that I've ever found that bother him, at least not from me. I once, having a terrible day where I got pawed at by some customer, insulted his sexual prowess. He just came from behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered in my ear in a low raspy voice, "I guess you're not interested in what I have planned then." On the contrary, I instantly became very, very interested, especially feeling him hard pressed against my back. He laughed as I moaned slightly and slapped my ass.
He didn't talk a lot about himself. It took a long time, after we had left the shop, for me to fully know him (assuming that I do now). He is one of those people who seem ridiculously simple but are a lot more complicated than they appear. He lives by his own complicated form of ethics. People would look at the two of us and probably assume that out of the two of us he was the criminal and me the saint, but I assure you I've done a lot worse things than he has. It's funny to me that I've never cared what people thought of me, but I would kill anyone that lowered Ikkaku's opinion of me. I mean that too, straight killed, not battled or anything like Ikkaku would in a fair fight. When something is that personal, I've never seen the reason to have rules or fairness. It's not even a matter of life and death, Ikkaku is worth more than life to me.
We had only had a couple of weeks together when it happened. Some men were hanging outside the backdoor of Hitomi's and I just ignored them and walked past, at least I tried too. They stopped me. I could tell they were pretty drunk.
"Hey, Gorgeous," one of them said. "Where are you going so fast?"
"Home," I said simply, removing his arm from my shoulder and starting to walk again. I was blocked by two other men. There were at least seven of them around me.
"Look, there's some very nice ladies inside that I'm sure will entertain you if that's what you're after," I said, trying to smile at them, but gritting my teeth.
"You, my dear, are the most beautiful," one of them said.
Well, I'd have to agree with that, but that's neither here nor there.
"Please, I need to get home," I said, more firmly.
"No."
Things kind of devolved from there.
Ikkaku
When I answered the door I was shocked to see the state the Yumichika was in. He looked really upset, almost like he was crying.
"What's wrong," I said, quickly holding him. He says he doesn't like it when I always try to comfort and that it makes him feel like a woman or a child, but he always lets me do it anyways, and I love the feeling.
"Ikkaku, I have to go," he said, staring into my chest.
My heart skipped a couple of beats. No…not yet…I thought, pressing my face into the top of his head, closing my eyes while trying to collect my thoughts. I had to convince him to stay with me a little longer. I don't think I could live in a town where he was and not be able to touch him or talk to him.
"There was a fight at my work. A bunch of guys came after me and I had to defend myself," he said.
"Wait, what?" that wasn't what I was expecting.
"They definitely know I'm a man now, since they groped me enough, and they're probably pissed since I hurt them so badly. I have to leave town," he explained.
I smiled. "Alright, let's go," I said. There wasn't really even a decision making process.
"What?" he looked up at me with those beautiful big eyes of his.
"Yeah, I got some cash in a backroom. You're still in your work clothes; did you want something more…uh…masculine?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
I quickly found him some of my clothes.
"Ikkaku," he said. "Are you really going to leave your shop?"
"Eh, it's just stuff," I said with a shrug. I did have a lot of history with the place but it's not like I really was the type that put weight into things like that. I just wanted to be with Yumichika, and make sure that no one came after him or hurt him.
"I was only sad because I was going to leave you," he said.
"Yeah, don't shed any tears for this piece of shit town," I said, covering up my sudden flush at hearing him say those words.
A/N: Ok, a personal question you can ignore if you want. Do you associate sex with your partner with a particular taste? I'm not talking about something obvious like er…fluids or sweat or anything. It's just that sometimes you're reading romance/fanfic and they talk about a person tasting like strawberry or honey or something. Does that actually happen? My SO swears that sex with me is like chocolate (I'm flattered I'm sure), but I've never had a specific taste. I'm just wondering since I've been writing a lot of lemony things lately and was thinking of incorporating something like that into my writing. Am I just missing out?
